September 2017

I’ve been wading through politics all year it seems.   The NFL and the national anthem.   Gender neutral bathrooms.    Trump tweets.   Racism.  Revolution.  That crazy fucker in North Korea who figured out how to make a nuke.   Earthquakes in mexico, hurricanes in Florida.    Someone will spin them all into politics, somehow.

I’ve had a gut full of all of it.

I’m not burying my head in the sand.   Truth is, I’m paying attention.  but there are more important things to concern yourself with.

The Question is, who are you?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PdLIerfXuZ4

Cool video about the builder of the most famous motorcycle in history.

I’ve been running around most of my life as an 18 year old.      In most ways, I still am 18.   30 never bothered me,  neither did 40.      I gotta admit, I stopped and noticed 50.    Fucking fifty.    I paused at that one.    Thats half a century — Half a century I wouldn’t trade for anything.

I work with mostly young guys, who like to joke about my age.   When they bust out the daily sales results, I’m still at the top end of that list, and it sorta makes me giggle.    I can still out-ride anyone on a long ride, and can more than likely fix your bike when you break down because you did something stupid.      They value youth because its all they know, and I value experience because you fuck up less.     We balance each other out.

I stopped chewing Copenhagen Saturday morning.   that’s what I’m laying on the altar of 50.     That’s all you’re getting from me.   Its been 3 days, and its easier than I thought it would be.   Maybe I’m just ready.   I won’t do it again:  I’m pretty determined to be done with it.

Anyway, just another random Thought….

I gotta think next to my family and Riding, making BBQ is *maybe* my next favorite thing.

I’ve owned several smokers, and have put some time in trying to learn the art of low and slow cooking of meats.    I don’t know why.   something about it just appeals to me.   I tend to lean toward Texas style BBQ, which lets the meat speak for itself, and the bbq sauce is on the table if you don’t like what the meat is saying.    Less Rub and Injections, more quality time on steady, low heat.   The lower and the slower the better.

BBQ is like golf: no matter how many times you think you have your swing down or have practiced at the range, some days you still end up swinging from the red tees with your pants around your ankles.    You never actually win, its just an endless pursuit of perfection.

Making a pork butt today:  Shooting for pulled pork.     We’ll know in a few hours, but I think I got this one…

Here’s a good song…

An oldie but a goodie.    I remember listening to this in the 8 track player while the old man miles in the motor home.    Classic!