So much has happened this last year. My life wasn’t at all where I wanted it, so I got it where it needed to go. Some big career changes, and I’m back where you can’t wipe the smile off my face.

It’s time to ride though. Any good life decision is made even better behind the bars of a bike. Got one planned for coming weeks if I can pull it off.

I’m also excited to be working with Viking bags again. I’ve reviewed some of their products in the past, and will be again on the future.

Handle Bars
Seats
Sissy Bars

More to come.

Zip

Another Morning, up at 5 AM. I’m not sure why I love mornings so much, but I do.

Cleaning out the garage today. Throwing out shit that I may or may not end up using, and making dreams of the future.

Also, Resurrecting and putting a new battery in the quad. A lot of Arizona’s history is on dirt roads it seems. I gotta know.

I learned a couple of days ago that Sonny Barger, the long time leader of sorts of the Hells Angels had died at age 83.

You can say what you want about MC’s, and especially about Sonny Barger and the Hells Angels.

I’ve read his biography a few times, as well as some of his other books. I’ve got friends that are and have been in 1% MC’s and I understand the lifestyle pretty well. As far as the stories go, I believe a lot of it is bullshit. A lot of it is not.

But the part I respected is the man himself. He stood up for what he believed in to the end. A man who loved freedom, motorcycles, and valued true individuality. He was the leader of quite possibly the roughest bunch of pricks in history. If you can lead the un-leadable, then you truly are a leader in my eyes.

“Freedom is what we all seek, but it’s what we do with that freedom that ultimately defines our character. In the end, a man’s character cements his fate, good or bad.”
— Sonny Barger

Anyway, a mixed bag of emotions as I consider the life of Sonny Barger. RIP sir.

Making some changes…

I’m a fan. This kid has hit a vein and shot to the top.

Yeah, I’m a fan.

I think I’m digging country music.

Everyone who rides, has a default ride. At least, I gotta think so.

It’s that It might just be around the block, down the street or around the county. It’s that ride you have to dry off the bike after washing it in the driveway, or its just that excuse to get out of the house and ride that bike of yours.

It’s the ride you do, when you don’t have to think about where to go. the road, where you dry your bike after washing it in the driveway;.

Mine? it’s changed over the years.

My first ride was down the street of Carterville road, in Orem Utah. It was the street I grew up on. I remember a lot of blind corners, and a couple of times running from the cops when they could see I was way under age to be on city road.

then, I moved to the southern part of the state. It was the Utah Hill; Old US Highway 91 which went from Alberta Canada to Long Beach California back in the day. It was a great, hardly travelled road with lots of bends, and some open stretches that were perfect for a Harley. The fastest I’ve ever ridden on a bike was on that road.

right now, my go-to winds through a mix of farms and subdivisions, toward old highway 80 and Florence Arizona. From there, its 150 miles of killer riding, and some surprises and history that I haven’t totally figured out

its a great loop of open road in my county. I do it at least twice a month.

Whats your go-to ride?