Grip the rock, climb the mountain, and get to work

I love my rides to work. Its 30 minutes up a winding canyon. Its so different than southern Utah. The desert is still my home, and will always be near and dear to me, but I’m enjoying this change.

I ride because I like to think, and having a 102 inch motor below my legs and the wind in my face seems to facilitate that. I don’t know why. Its just real. there’s no safety, there’s no windsheild or heater. whats going on outside is whats going on with me. I guess thats why some people love to hike or camp. I like riding.

The last 2 weeks have been good for me. I’ve found my rockability. I’m 44 years old, I’ve taken my share of hits, and I’m still standing.

I need to talk about my 2010. Its been on my mind a lot lately. Even as I type this, I don’t know how to describe it, other than fuck you 2010, you didnt beat me. I came through it. It showed me who I am, in a lot of ways.

If I were you, I’d be probably wondering what the fuck a 2010 is. I’ll try to explain, and not sound lame.

In 2010 I lost it. whatever “it” is…. that thing between your ears that tells you who the fuck you are and is your center, I lost that. For bullshit reasons. For being on a foundation that was half not true, and for certainly not tested. Mine got tested, and I discarded a bit, but I kept most of it, because most of it was pretty goddamn good.

I lost my business. I went broker than I’ve ever wanted to be. I tested my family with my mindset. I was lower than I thought I could ever be. I had no fucking clue who I was or what I should be.

I know now. From where I stand, I knew all along but didnt have the footing to enjoy it or see it. From where I stand now, I love the view, love the hike, and at the risk of sounding pretty arrogant I’m one strong motherfucker for having my mettle tested.

I’m sitting at that church in wallsburg again, on the back lawn in the shade. My wife is making lasagna tonight, and I’m taking 20 minutes to sum up my thoughts. This weekend I’m going to ride again, and gain my curiosity back and spend 2 days making 600 miles in undiscovered country. I can’t wait. I’ll take lots of pictures, and blog it if I can.

Life is pretty fucking good I tell ya.