Save Ferris
Monique Powell is well beyond hawt. She owns that voice. She’s getting the band back together.
http://kroq.cbslocal.com/2013/07/23/save-ferris-monique-powell-stages-a-controversial-comeback/
A Friday.
Seems like a lot of biker shit is going on, but none of it involves riding. Thats gotta get changed
My bike hasn’t started since I moved. Like, it won’t start. I hauled it down to blackball motorcycle and its more than likely a crank position sensor and I should be able to get it in the morning. I need to ride it. its the heat of the summer, but I know how that clock ticks. Between the moving and work, its been too long. I need to ride.
I talked to the new EagleRider tour guide for the Easy Rider tour today. I met him in Los Angeles when I was there. A good dude. I really wish I could do the rest of those tours. That was the most fun I’ve had in a long time, doing what I was born to do. At least I think so.
I’ve moved from Heber, to the town I was born in. Thats been my last 2 weeks. Orem Utah. That also means a transfer to a new BACA chapter. To be honest, I’ll miss Wasatch County, Heber and my old chapter. It’ll always be the place I got my rockability back. Good and Solid people up there, just 22 miles up the canyon.
Last night Myself, Missus Zip and my youngest daughter went to a BBQ, and met my new chapter. I like these guys. BACA was started here, and the founder is here, and 2 other people that were there on the original ride, 18 years ago. I got a few stories, and I’m looking forward to more. We ate some food, drank a little, and lit off some seriously good fireworks. I laughed and listened. There is some experience here.
I am a member of Bikers Against Child Abuse. All the fun, all the brotherhood, all the riding means absolutely jack shit compared to a scared kid. I’ve camped outside a 6 year old boys house for 3 days, because his abuser threatened to kill him. It was his father. He trusted me enough in the end, to show me the bruise where his dad stomped on him. Shape of a footprint. It changed my life, and fueled my fire. I had a beautiful 16 year old teenage girl’s dad meet with me and a BACA brother in a driveway with his face in his hands, crying and thanking us, because his daughter finally slept through the night. His daughter told me she had learned to sleep with her back against the door so she’d be awake when her perpetrator raped her. She’d learned that, and found it was less painful to be awake when waking up getting raped.
Yeah, that sucks. Sorry for jolting you out of a perfectly good friday night, but that’s the world we live in. If I can stop any of that, I’m proud to be in that trench. You can stop reading any time you want to, but an abused kid can’t stop it that easy.
To a kid: My friends are scarier than your abuser. You won’t knock us down. If you come for a BACA kid, odds are you won’t walk away. Leave our kids alone.
B.A.C.A.
Proud to be a Member.
I am a member of Bikers Against Child Abuse. The die has been cast. The decision has been made. I have stepped over the line. I wont look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still.
My past has prepared me, my present makes sense, and my future is secure. Im finished and done with low living, sight walking, small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tamed visions, mundane talking, cheap giving, and dwarfed goals.
I no longer need pre-eminence, prosperity, position, promotions, plaudits, or popularity. I dont have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded, or rewarded. I now live by the faith in my works, and lean on the strength of my brothers and sisters. I love with patience, live by prayer, and labor with power.
My fate is set, my gait is fast, my goal is the ultimate safety of children. My road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions are tried and true, my Guide is reliable, my mission is clear. I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, deluded, or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of adversity, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity. I wont give up, shut up, let up, until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up, paid up, and showed up for all wounded children. I must go until I drop, ride until I give out, and work till He stops me. And when He comes for His own, He will have no problem recognizing me, for He will see my BACA backpatch and know that I am one of His. I am a member of Bikers Against Child Abuse, and this is my creed.
I’ve been involved with BACA since 1998. I’ve seen some really terrible shit. Things a kid should never experience, let alone hear about. I’ve helped change some of that. It’s the most rewarding thing I’ve ever done.
Its good to be the dad
My oldest daughter is 18. On her own dime, She booked a flight to Vermont tonight, chasing down her dreams. I’m prouder than hell.
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Might as well Jump
You got to roll with the punches, and get to what’s real.
I’ve been moving all day. Hell, pretty much all week. I’m pretty beat. Having a brewski, kicking back and enjoying a moment in the new house.
My kids are digging it. New rooms, new situations and after years of pushing them pretty hard to get a work ethic, I can see that starting to stick. Just like my old man did to me. They did good today. It makes me pretty proud.
I was born and raised here. Left here when I was 16. Its funny. Back then, all I wanted was to get out of here. Now, I’m just glad to be back.
I’m 46. I look at my life, and I wouldn’t change a thing. I’ve paid a few dues, had some great times and I can’t bitch about a thing. In fact, its the opposite. I really dig my life. “Perspective” has been on my mind all week. I want to make a post about it, just not right now.
Thank God for your darkest, shittiest moments in life. I’m not sure how some people shoot out the other side and why some people fold, but my worst times have formed me into something I like. I feel pretty lucky most days.
Another step in getting back to my rockabilly. The road back is looking pretty good methinks.
Fuck yes. Might as well Jump.
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Burt Munro: I’m afraid your motorcycling days over over
Favorite Scene, from one of my favorite movies. Exactly how I feel.
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Its Wednesday
Her Diary:
Tonight, I thought my husband was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a nice restaurant for dinner. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment on it. Conversation wasn’t flowing, so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk. He agreed, but he didn’t say much. I asked him what was wrong; He said, ‘Nothing.’ I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said he wasn’t upset, that it had nothing to do with me, and not to worry about it. On the way home, I told him that I loved him. He smiled slightly, and kept driving. I can’t explain his behavior I don’t know why he didn’t say, ‘I love you, too.’ When we got home, I felt as if I had lost him completely, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there quietly, and watched TV. He continued to seem distant and absent. Finally, with silence all around us, I decided to go to bed.
About 15 minutes later, he came to bed. But I still felt that he was distracted, and his thoughts were somewhere else. He fell asleep – I cried. I don’t know what to do. I’m almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster.
His Diary:
Motorcycle won’t start, can’t figure out why.
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Riding
There’s not many things better than being out in the middle of nowhere on a bike. With a bike, you know you can enjoy it and end up back somewhere.
Just make sure you’ve calculated the gas mileage right.
I’m a Led Zeppelin Fan, and a big fan of Robert Plant. I know where this video was filmed. I’ve been there.
The school house he’s in was filmed in Bundyville, Just south of where I used to live for a handful of years. It burned down not long after this was filmed. Out in the Arizona Strip, south of St George Utah.
Great song. I could be out in the middle of nowhere, and you couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. Hope that bike starts.
Here’s another one, from the guy that knows:
http://youtu.be/fiH9yXKSMVM
Happy Fourth of July 2013
Hope you and yours are having a good 4th of July. Here’s to long roads, sweeping turns, a family who’s got your back, and friends to laugh with when and where you stop. Whatever land you hail from, be proud of your heritage methinks. There’s always something good in there.
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Band of Brothers
Maybe, the best money a man can spend is to buy the boxed set of Band of Brothers. I’m a fan. In my opinion, we’re still swinging from the balls of these guys that did their duty for the sake of doing it. With some hard work, they influenced the whole world, just by doing so. To me, It was the greatest generation.
Dick Winters died in 2011 at the age of 92. He was in the trenches, led men like himself into battle and came home to fight the battles we fight every day. This local news clip is about him.
Pretty cool.
I give you Vera Lynn. Listen to this song, and before you dismiss it as old, watch the video that comes with it. Singing about the times. About going to war, and wondering if your kids or husband was coming home. About right and wrong of the times. About meeting again. The same things we value this day, just in a different melody. People don’t change much.
Plus, Vera Lynn had pipes. Wow.