You know when you wake up in the morning with some random song in your head?   This was mine this morning.   I don’t know why.    It’s a saturday, and I’ll roll with it.

By the way, who the hell is Randy Scouse? 🙂

Took a road trip with the family last weekend.   Well, most of the family anyway….     One daughter is in Japan, the other stayed home, and  the married one came.    Her spouse likes ghost towns too, and made for great company.  Life it seems, is good.

Hit up a couple of ghost towns to see a thing, and ate at a casino buffet.  We had a blast…. 

I look forward to the time when we don’t have to be divided on which side of the gay marriage thing we stand, and we can go back to the time honored tradition of personally deciding on who’s an a-hole and who isn’t. pffft, People are people.

You can get a good one, maybe only at  an airport.    He’s that guy in the corner, mostly now.    Beyond that, I don’t know where.    It’s worth your time.

Either way, its a great song.      Avoid it, And your shoes look might look like shit.

Best. Wedding. Cake. Ever. My Family would spin the Steelers side to the front, and Jordan’s family would spin the Bronco’s side to the front. Over several hours. A true and good football fan, will stand true and never say die. It’s how I knew my daughter married right.

The problem with that cop in Texas who pulled a gun at a pool party, isn’t the fact that he pulled it, or that cops are bad, or whatever it is. Or even the fine line of what rights you have and who crosses it. The whole thing boils down to respect. Show it, and you’ll get it back, I guarantee it. its human nature. It’s just how things work. When a person gets it, its almost irresistible. For both sides.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1mzTsCN7mNs

A thing, that maybe not so many people understand.    There’s a time and a place for everything.

A level of respect, at the right time in the right place.

I’ve been to the tomb of the Unknown Solider.    Right on.   Good call.

I just was asked to write something for somebody, about motorcycling.   I wrote why I ride just now.    I don’t know if it makes any sense or not.    I just wrote it, and its part of the reason why I ride.

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Why I ride.

Honestly, I’ve been trying to answer that question for almost 25 years.    I keep riding, and keep asking myself that question.

I swear there’s a riding gene.    I’ve seen people  who buy motorcycles over the years, and you either love it, or you don’t.    If you love it, you will keep doing it.   It’ll never get it out of your system.    If you don’t, your bike will end up on craigslist after a few years and have 1800 miles on it.     I’m not sure if it scares you, you’re unsure of yourself or how you’ll handle any given situation without 2,000 pounds of steel around you for protection, but if you don’t love it, you may not keep doing it.

I friggin’ love it.   I could drone on for hours about why I love riding, and still not know why.   I’ll give it a try…

Riding is being in the experience:  To paraphrase Robert Persig:   In a car, it’s almost like you’re watching TV.    The windshield is an 80 inch screen.   The weather almost doesn’t really matter.   Your temperature is controlled.     You have enough fuel to make a mistake, like missing a gas station.   Bluetooth, Nav, cell service…   You’re connected to everything that you have in your real world.

You don’t on a bike.     That road below you?   Its right there:  you can put your foot down and touch it.    You’ll watch the weather, because that effects which route you may take, or what you might need to endure.    There’s no heater.   You don’t get the luxury of any sort of fender bender.

Riding, to me is almost a religious experience.   You do all this subconsciously I think…  It’s a Zen moment:   pay attention to those potholes.   Watch out for the gal on her cell phone, you won’t get a 2^nd chance to be wrong if she’s not paying attention.     Watch the weather, because you might be riding in the rain.   Fuel up after 80 miles.    Check your map.

All while you’re listening to your favorite song on your ipod, and that unexpected rain storm start pelting you.     It’s a beautiful thing.

When you ride, You’re not a part of the experience, you’re *IN* the experience.

I also think its why some bikes end up on craigslist.    You  either love riding, or  you don’t.