I’m no hippie, but this is a good song… it fits a saturday morning here.
Leaves have turned, we’re on the downside of fall where I’m living. I’m staring down the barrel of parking the bike and covering her up for the winter. Still learning to adjust to this seasons shit. It’s a lot longer here. Every day is pretty precious riding wise…
I’ve been smoking a lot lately. Not joints, not cigarettes. Been smoking meat. Ribs, pork butts, chickens and anything else I can. Been curing a couple of beef briskets for the last week (which has made em corned beef now), and they’re on the smoker now. By nightfall, they’ll be pastrami. I’ll rest em tonight, and in the morning my mouth might have an orgasm after I’m done steaming em for 3 hours. Got some friends coming over at noon.
Man, life is good.