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Found some bitchen old spots on the way to Yuma a couple of weeks ago on a ride down there, so I mustered up a hall pass with Mrs Zip and gonna head out Friday morning and just enjoy the ride.

A couple of military training facilities from the early 1940s — Part of the Desert Center area that stretched all the way to Indio California.

I’ll report from the road.

By the way, happy 2021.

Rode down to Yuma today. Not a huge thing, there were some side roads I wanted to explore and got a room down here. I’ll head back home in the morning.

I love a good, 2 day ride. The ride itself is awesome, and staying in a different town and doing it again the next day is even better.

I swear I forget that. I shouldn’t, because its proven itself over and over. A good ride like this, drains out some bullshit and adds fuel to the fire. A little road inspiration. God help me, I love it so.

Anyway… a great day today.

Man, I’m not gonna lie. I’m bummed out about the state of the union right now.

Something has gotta give. I’m not built on socialism; I’m not built to give up.

Did me some riding today. This song, was in my craw for a good part of it.

I had absolutely nothing to do today, and I knew I couldn’t just sit around. Mrs. Zip was wanting to put up Christmas decorations and get ready for thanksgiving and having guests at the house. Normally, if I’m needed I wake up with a list of things she wants me to get done, and when that didn’t happen I could tell I was clear to go find me a road on the bike somewhere.

I got 60 miles out of town and realized I’d forgotten my wallet, and had to double back home then back again. Normally, that’ll piss you off, but I was enjoying the ride so much I didn’t really care.

I found a new road while poking around. A pretty good one.

I’m digging some of these small towns in Pinal county. There’s still a lot of things to go explore.

Some rides are just an absolute pleasure. I’m gonna go do it again tomorrow I think.

Always have loved this song. It’s a good song for out in the middle of nowhere. Plus, kinda fits my mood this morning. I need to ride and sort some shit out 🙂

This video was filmed about 30 miles away from my home in Pinal County Arizona.

So its funny. My last post about how I thought social media was retarded and that I think they’ve massively overblown the whole covid thing got me banned from twitter. I don’t really care, or even use twitter. I think I set it up about a year or so ago that when I post, it automatically posts to twitter.

I guess I’ll get over it pretty fast. 🙂

Time to vote! Looking forward to finally exercising my right after work today.

My daughter asked me if I was worried about the rioting, no matter who wins and Missus Zip had to kind of tell her: “sweetie, republicans don’t riot. If we lose, we just go back to work” It’s democrats who riot and burn shit down.

Go VOTE! It’s a beautiful right to have.

Sometimes, ya just need a little David Allan Coe.

Country deejays knows that I’m an outlaw
They’d never come to see me in this dive
Where bikers stare at cowboys who are laughing at the hippies
Who are praying they’ll get outta here alive

The loud mouth in the corner’s gettin’ to me
Talking ’bout my earrings and my hair
I guess he ain’t read the signs that say I been to prison
Someone ought to warn him ‘fore I knock him off his chair’

Cause my long hair just can’t cover up my red neck
I’ve won every fight, I’ve ever fought
Hey, I don’t need some turkey telling me that I ain’t country
And sayin’ I ain’t worth the damned ol’ ticket that he bought’

Cause I can sing all them songs about Texas
And I still do all the sad ones that I know
They tell me, I look like Merle Haggard
And sound a lot like David Allen Coe

And the bar maid in the last town that we played in
Knew the words to every song I’d wrote
She said, Jimmy Rabbit turned her on to my last album
Just about the time the jukebox broke

Yeah, Johnny Cash helped me get out of prison
Long before Rodriguez stole that goat
I’ve been the Rhinestone Cowboy for so long, I can’t remember
And I can do you every song, Hank Williams ever wrote

And I can sing all them songs about Texas
And I still do all the sad ones that I know
I can’t help it, I look like Merle Haggard
And I sound a lot like David Allen Coe…

But the country deejays, all think I’m an outlaw
And they’d never come to see me in this dive
Where bikers stare at cowboys who are laughing at the hippies
Who are praying they’ll get out of here alive

The loud mouth in the corner’s gettin’ to me
Talking ’bout my earrings and my hair

Hey! I haven’t been on this thing in a while. Quite frankly, I haven’t had much to say, so I haven’t. I popped out of bed at midnight tonight like it was 6 AM, all bright eyed and bushy tailed. My brain thinks its morning.

Got me a little road trip planned with the missus in 2 days, heading up to Santa Fe area to get out of the house, and I’m fairly fired up about it. With the exception of a few rides here and there, I haven’t gotten out much.

I honestly can’t stand this supposed Pandemic. I think the way we’ve reacted (and stayed this way) is the most insane thing I’ve ever seen in my 50 plus years on this planet. I see fear in people where they shouldn’t, and a lot of people are determined to hold onto it. It’s dumb as fuck.

Discretion? yeah, we should have that. But not fear. I don’t think I’ve ever made a good decision where fear was involved, and I think that holds true for society as well.

But anyway, I digress. For good and bad, here’s what the last 6 months has taught me:

• TV is a huge waste of time. Quite honestly, the media has gotten stupid. I’ve quit watching the news, especially the commentary. I already know what I want, what I think, and how I’m going to vote, and I don’t need to hear the pundits. It serves absolutely no purpose.
• Social Media – I’m pretty much done with that as well. I see people who spend so damn much time on it, posting 5 or 6 times a day and it’s like an endorphin drug to them. I have a lot to say about this one, and maybe I will later. The stupid comments and reviews — It’s like watching the Jerry Springer show back in the day, and I don’t care about the drama. Social media, as a whole is good in small doses, but I don’t need to have my head in it.
• I quit Drinking. I got hammered drunk a few months back, and the next days hangover was ass. I just realized how much I didn’t really need that. It’s counter productive, so I just stopped and haven’t missed it.
• Man, my family. It’s my most important asset. I have great kids and grandkids. Hell, grandkid #2 is on the way, and my daughter and her family live a few miles from us now which is fairly bad ass.
• Woodworking! Huge plus there. I’m not sure I would have jumped into it without working from home and axing the commute out of my day. I’m enjoying the hell out of it, and actually got my garage shop set up pretty well. I built a massive workbench with my table saw built into it, and and working on rounding out my router table. I’m improving what I’m able to build, and starting to become more and more proud of the pieces I’m starting to be able to produce. I dig this sport.

I should probably get back to bed, but my mind is thinking about this road trip. I’ve got a week off after today, and after the trip with the wife I should be able to get some good riding time in. The weather here has been around 100 and below, which means it’s starting to snow…. somewhere 🙂

I love my garage. To me, this is where shit happens. My bikes are in here, my quad, and my woodworking shit. I’ve got one of those portable swamp coolers that I have to fill with water every couple of hours to keep things cool in the Arizona heat, and a pretty decent computer setup out here. I dig it out here.

I took the day off today. I just needed a day off, to be honest.

I’m gonna rip some boards and finish a project that I’ve been working on. It’s a side table. Something that you’ll see when you first walk in the door. It’s a bit more challenging than I thought it would be, but I’ll figure it out, and make it presentable. Turns out, you can sand down your mistakes to a large degree. My wife will love it, at least that’s my hope. If she doesn’t, we can burn the thing.

That’s my day. I should probably get off this garage computer and rip those boards.

Buck Owens was a dust bowl kid, when the Okies moved across the nation, mostly west. Some went east, but most of them went west. They Settled in Arizona, Texas, and in this case, Bakersfield California. Buck was a staple in the Bakersfield sound. He solidified the sound, along with guys like Merle Haggard, and a lot of others.

They told stories.

Ever had a tiger by the tail?