mrzip66

So I’m kind of stoked.   I think I found a new toy and its something I’ve wanted to do for a while.

I bought a camera Drone.  A fairly good one.

This last summer, the family and I hit up a bunch of ghost towns.   They became a random Saturday adventure, and found some cool stuff.     I kept thinking it would be cool to see it from the air, and I bought a cheap camera drone.   Like $300 cheap off of Amazon.

It sucked.    Maybe I just suck as a pilot, but the damn thing was like learning to play golf.    I took it to this big field near my house with plenty of room, and  I got to where I could fly it around.   Then I got cocky and figured I’d see how high it could go.   I got up to where it was probably 200 feet, then a damn gust of wind blew it into a gravel pit next several hundred yards away.     It took me 45 minutes to find it, running around an old gravel pit in flip flops, fairly pissed off.

It was $300 dollars worth of experience.     Its in my garage, right where I left it 5 months ago.    I knew I needed to upgrade.

So I did some research, asked a few questions to people in the know I found the one I wanted.   About a thousand bucks later, I think I’m in business.    We’ll see.

4k video from my GoPro, and the drone locks into GPS satellites to hold its position.    Supposedly, it’ll stay true in a 25 MPH wind.      It came today.  I’m all sorts of geeked.   I measured the dimensions before I bought it, and it’ll fit into my tour Pak.

MrZip66 blog, 2.0.

Hopefully, I can take my time and learn this thing and make some cool videos for the blog.   Document a thing.    pffft, I  Can’t wait.

We’re through the worst of it here, weather wise. At least I gotta think.     Even so, I can’t wait to point my bike towards a new place.

I just need 50 degrees for a thousand miles.    I’d love to figure out a weekend out of that.   I’m thinking Idaho.    There’s lots of history up there, and some cool old roads to go explore.    Pack a tent or find a room.   Wake up to a cold morning, find an old road in an old town, and go find a thing.   Learn a thing.    I love a good, new perspective on life.

We’re on the downside of winter.    I’m kind of learning that when you don’t live in the desert, you make the most of a warm day.

I haven’t posted on here very much the last little bit.     I’ve been working, trying to make a buck.    Overall, its been very good to me.   The kids are growing up, making good roots and moving on.    Very cool.    Just what we wanted them to do when we started this whole thing.

The missus and I are looking at finding a new home.    Roots of our own.   A place that hopefully will be full of grand kids at Christmas parties  in a few years.   Life had handed us a few curve balls, but we’ve made it back to square one.    We’ll paint our own walls, I’ll spill shit in my own garage, and Piss in the backyard on my own fence.   We’ve set ourselves up to be in a good position to do that.    It’s gonna happen soon.

Life it seems, is pretty goddamn good.    Can’t wait to point my bike somewhere new.

I need to find a road I don’t know the number of, and point my bike toward a town I don’t know the name of.    When’s summer?

Dead at 67.   Lemmy, David Bowie…   Even Dan Haggerty…   Sad, but I barely cared.    They never made a song that inspired or moved me to do something.   Glenn Frey did.     His whole band did.

For all the deaths the last few months, this one sorta sucks.    I didn’t know the guy, or he knew me:  but I lived a lot of life listening to his songs.  I’ve kicked up a foot on a few footpegs listening to Lyin’ Eyes, screaming the lyrics while crossing some Nevada or Arizona Desert on a bike.    I’ve stood on a corner of Winslow Arizona on ol’ route 66, where they still commemorate the song he wrote with them.    I’ve been to a town I just learned the name of, and woke up to a Tequila Sunrise.   Pulled me out of a few funks.

The Eagles, just made an impact on me.    They’ve turned into some of  my favorite riding songs.

They Inspired me.    They Still will.

This is a favorite:    Glenn came up with the lyric after being in a bar, seeing all these “kept Women” as he called them, cheating on their husbands.    Us normal people would just sit and notice, but Glenn made a song about it, and told a story out of it.      It’ll always be my favorite Eagle song:

Glad he sung it.    Rest in Peace, Glenn Frey.     We’ll keep listening to the music.   Thank you, for doing what you did.

Here’s one one more.

Was watching old movies, and this song came on.     Reminds me of when I was kid…

Its 2016.   Push the shit aside, and do what you gotta do.   You know the shit you gotta push aside.

Shopping is done, the Steelers are getting hot and staring down the barrel of a playoff run, Star Wars is here in a few days.    Yeah, I can’t wait.   Life, it seems is pretty good.

I love this time of year.

It seems the older I get, the better it gets.   This is where life starts to pay off I gotta think.     I’m in a good position where I still have a 12 year old I still need to guide, and starting to enjoy the older kids becoming adults.   It’s a nice transition from being a parent, to learning a thing from kids who are becoming (and become) and adult.   They’re starting to teach me.   That, is seriously cool.

These are good times.

Its good being a 12 year old 48 year old.

up at 5. I don’t know why. My heart is full of the reverend Horton Heat.

Its a good sign.   A good day is ahead.   Steelers play today.    I’m a king, I tell ya.