September 2009

I love in a small town.  I am in a business that is surrounded by people who don’t understand respect.

I used to laugh at that word, but to be honest respect is the difference.   All I have is respect.

I have a hard time abiding people who don’t understand or show it.     You don’t fuck another man’s wife.   You don’t talk shit about another mans wife.      You don’t touch another man’s colors.   You don’t disrespect another person unless you’re ready to fight them.   You don’t abuse kids.   You don’t talk shit about things you know nothing about.   You don’t touch or sit on another man’s bike.   Call it anything you want, maybe it’s just being polite or at least shutting your mouth.   I find myself wanting to associate more and more with people who have it.     I don’t have a whole lot of real friends, but the friends I call friends have it.    My BACA brothers have it.   My wife has it in droves.    My business partner has it to an extreme.    My brother has it.   Those are my friends.    It’s more than enough.  It’s all I want.

If I have to explain it, you don’t understand.

On another note, vegas bike week is coming up.    Looking foward to seeing my brother and doing me some riding.    The morning air is cold and I haven’t done enough of that this year.

I need to wake up on the side of the road next to my bike somewhere, and soon.

I haven’t posted here forever it seems.   I haven’t had a worthwhile ride forever it seems.   I ride every day, but a poker run here and there and to work doesn’t count.   I need to get on the road.

Let me catch up the last few months.    A lot has changed.

• After struggling for the last 18 months, we finally have turned this pig around.    The pig meaning the business.   Things are looking way good.  It hasn’t translated into profit yet, but im very confident that it will.   It’s going to be good.
• I lost 35 pounds.   I feel great.    You don’t even know.   I’m going to start weightlifting again and lost 20 more and ill be lean and mean again.
• I sold my house and moved into a bigger rental that my wife and family and myself love.   Much bigger, and 3 car garage.      HELL YES.  3 CAR GARAGE.    what that means is, the wifes truck, and a whole garage for me and my bike and tools.
• Got 2 more tattoos.    Here ya go:

Got this one a few weeks ago:

Then yesterday got some lines started on some wrist tats.   Probably get it colored in once it’s healed in the next few weeks.

B.A.C.A. is going great.   with merging 3 offices into one and wiring the new office, moving, and moving out of a house I’ve lived in for 15 years and into a new one has been brutal, I haven’t had a lot of time to devote to it.   thats about to change.

Also, after a year of bearing the name “pinky” (given to me as a joke for having my wifes pink phone on me), I can’t stomach the fucking thing any more.   I am refusing to go by it.   May just go as Zip.     It’s been my nickname since I was a kid.

Vegas bike week in 2 weeks.