This is an old Statler brothers remake. Not a huge country guy, but this is a great song:

Its full on spring here. Weather is gorgeous. Looking forward to riding again hard soon. Still waiting for some things to line up that have been in motion for over a year now, and they’re really really close. I should know something next week. When they do, I’m moving the family to phoenix. For a lot of reasons. First, to be honest…. is to ride year round. 2nd, I’ve ridden everything, and I mean everything within 200 miles of here, and everything within interest of 500 miles of here. I need new roads. 3rd, to start over. I’m ready to rebuild and start some new things elsewhere. I like the challenge, and i’ve been here a long time. I think like the allman brothers song, I was born a ramblin man. It’s why my dad named me mr zip. I get bored pretty easy. 4th, I’m sick of utah. It’s great if you’re a mormon, but I’m not and its offered all its going to offer me.

I reflect on the last couple of years. Its been tough. Definitely a refiners fire. Everything has changed, and to be honest, the long continuous pressure of an entrepreneur got to me. I burned a few bridges, got a bit crazy and drank too much. I finally hit bottom and had to get my head right. I mention this, to be done with it, because I am done with it. I am poorer than I’ve been in years right now, but I have a helluva good life. I have some crazy ideas, a family that is behind me and is healthy, and my soul is strong. All i know, is I can handle a lot of shit…. shit that noone will ever fully understand but me. Thats how it should be.

I will tell you one thing i’ve been pretty proud of as of late…

This past year my 16 year old daughter has struggled with Anorexia. Its a pretty complex and scary disorder that had MrsZip and I up long nights. After all the doctors, therapists, school councilors and nutritionists, she pulled HERSELF out of it. She’s got the Dunn toughness, of which I’m very proud of. Its a mind fuck of a disorder. If you think you can force your teenager to eat, you’re a better man than me, because you cant. She was down to 70 pounds and was passing out several times a day. Scary shit to see happening to the little girl you love.

Anyway, she’s gained her weight back, turned full vegan on me, and exercising daily, doing yoga and ive never seen her so happy.

bla bla bla, back to motorcycling. Hopefully my next post is from the road.

This song was released in 1964. I was born 3 years later, but it was almost prophetic when it was released. Maybe Bob was just lucky. Life hands that out alot.

Route 66 is more than just an old road to me. I don’t think I’ve ever vocalized it, but its a lesson to me. It might always have been a lesson to me. The times change. We go on.

Robyn and I met Buster Burris in 1989, at the cafe table in Amboy California that he’d owned for years. Listened to his glory days and didnt realize then who he was at the time. Roy’s had seen the glory days of the road, and Buster had his heyday till he was bypassed in 1973. The times changed. Buster was in for a new lesson and lived on.

I first met Juan and Angel Delgadillo in 1989 as well. Seligman had been bypassed and cars on our saturday trip were not that frequent on our way to his empty restaurant. The times had changed for he and his brother. I love his lesson, that you can influence a change as well. I’ve been back several times over the years. Last time I saw Juan he was holding a stack of money as the tourists bought all they could from his shop, and Juan’s Kids carried his torch with the same smile Juan had. People are resilient.

I love the lesson. I think the times are a changin’ again, but people build. Its just in us. What we look at, we try and make better, be it a dirt road or an old town.

The Times, they are a changin.

remember the story of the grasshopper and the ants?

Wanna know the real story here? the truth is, the ants were boring. Hell, they bored each other. You can only count and re-count so many beans. We need ants, but ants need a grasshopper or two. They BEGGED the grasshopper to come in and entertain them. It can’t all be insurance seminars and excel spreadsheets.

There, go put your kids to bed and tell them that story. Grimm didn’t have a fucking clue.

When I was a kid, I thought california on the family trips was the coolest place in the world. Disneyland, beaches, stuff growing along the freeways, palm trees. I loved california.

In 1988 I moved there. To Long beach, specifically. I had a landscaping business there with a friend, worked a little, played a lot, bought my first motorcycle, and got the hell out of there. California, IMO is a shit hole. I think of california and I just think its dirty. I hate the helmet laws, the gun laws, and the other stupid laws that make business owners want the hell out of california. Its microchasm of everything I think is wrong with the US today.

Gimme an arizona saguaro cactus over a california palm tree any day. Arizona, for some reason has always felt like home. This month, I hope I can move my family to Phoenix. We’re all on board to go. I just need a little more dough, which Is in the works. I’ll get it.

Phoenix. Looking forward to starting completely over. Not because of anything wrong with Utah per se, but I like the adventure and new situations. Its like riding. Can’t wait.

I woke up early as usual, and washed and waxed our new car.    Its a good thing to do when you buy a used car, because you touch every inch of it, see whats busted and whats loose so you’re not surprised when it either flies off on the freeway or makes a noise and you can save it.   Pretty good car.  I bought good I think.   Time will tell.

I bought the old school turtle wax.   My arms hurt a little.  A statement on my conditioning I guess, but my illusion is that sumbitch looks better.   I like this car.   Liked it when I saw it.   Fun to drive a standard again.    Ill get her serviced in the morning, and temp tags by noon.   I saw that jiffy lube discounts you ten bucks if you come in before 10.   Perfect.  I’d have been in there by 9 anyway.

Fiddled with my bike some, drank beer, and puttered around in the garage.   Done with that by 2′ o clock.   Holy shit, sized up to be a good day by then.

Mrs Dunn was fighting with the kids.   Now I’m not a woman, and I don’t pretend to understand them.   Truth is, I never have.    I just know better than to get in the middle of a fight between women.  I’m not sure that Dad ever taught me that, but my spidey sense tells me to stay the fuck away so I talked to her a bit and gave her some support, then I watched Forrest gump with em and gave em fatherly advice in spots.   Who knows if it sticks, but maybe it will.   Still, you gotta say it.

The one thing I hit pause on, while watching the movie and turning to my daughter:  NEVER let another man lay a hand on you or hit you.    That hippie prick from berkley hit jenny and forrest fed him with floor punches so his head couldnt recoil.   Seems about right.   I’m proud to say I’ve never hit a woman, and I’ll be damned if any piece of shit hits my daughters.    I wanted my daughters to know that.

Good day.   Great Day.    looking forward to this week.

I’ve made some great money in my work career, or whatever you call what I do.   I’ve had times I thought I needed to steal diapers, and months I’ve made 30 grand each month.

But this economy is brutal.   I am swinging for the fences with one hand, and downsizing with the other.   My kick ass dodge pickup is gone, and today I bought a 1999 saturn for 3 grand, but its mine.   Sold everything I have of value in order to keep my family going.   I know I’ll be on top again one day, maybe soon if plans go ahead.   I’ve also realized that I’m already on top where it counts:  My wife’s smile is as strong with an old saturn as it was with in the leather seats of my dodge truck.   Her hugs with my mattress on the floor is as real as it was in her 6 thousand dollar bedroom set.    She’s the most important thing In my life.   I love you Mrs Dunn.

We all know women who are so shallow that their status matters.   I wouldnt stay 5 minutes with those kinds.   I can barely talk to them now without telling them what I think.   So glad I don’t have that.   That shit isn’t even in my radar.

Lets rock and roll into old age and whatever life brings.    If I’m with you, everything else is a huge bonus.     I love you.

I love to write. My mind races most times, not in anxiety or in circles, but noticing things. My brain searches. Its made me notice things over my 43 years that alot of people don’t I think. For a long time, it was a curse, but ive come to learn that its a blessing.

When I was in high school (of which I was on the 5 year plan because I was expelled as a junior, and came back to finish at 18) I loved creative writing classes. I didnt know how to type, but I had a lot to say.   Creativity was also never really my problem.

At 40 I found out I liked to write. Like, writing was theraputic. I also learned to type in high school, and I found my racing mind can keep a thought long enough for me to type it. I’m glad I started a blog at some point, from notes I took from my first motorcycle rides I kept in a log/journal in 1989 on my honda magna.

Since then, I’ve thought about my dream job.    It’s writing.  I live in reality, and know that most writers starve and are supported by their women, or are single.   I can’t do that, but truth be told, I’d love to tell stories.  Documentaries of the old days, with research and accuracy.  With love, struggles and triumphs.   God, I’d love to write for a living.

Kurt Sutter is one of my heros.   not because he wrote sons of Anarchy, but because he thinks like I do.   He’s harsh, rough and can weave a story of all those things.

This is from his blog:   It fires me up.   Might never leave my thoughts, and might be my dying regret on my death bed.   I also might write every single day because It inspires me.

Ok, my daughter came and warned me about this. She was smart enough to know I shouldnt see it, but curiosity killed this cat.

Behold, I bring you Pure crap:

I’m still here, waiting for the music revolution. I want raw pure music again. The problem is, I think a lot of you like this. What the fuck have we become? I think I’ll go back to ignoring it. I don’t go clubbing, I wouldn’t know a rave if it bit me in the ass, and I sure as hell wished we had more guitars and drums. We need uglier people, making better music. Jim croce just turned over in his grave.

Ok, second thing wrong with the world today. Duck lips. When did girls all start doing duck lips? I’m all hip. I have a facebook page (add me), I listen to some alternative music (even some new stuff), but when in the fuck did women all start doing duck lips? Did girls start all thinking fornication was impossible if they didnt parse their outstretched lips at one point? Who started this? Surely you’ve seen it. Social networking is full of it. I am so glad my wife only does it to me and when she’s mocking duck lips. It’s her smile that I love. I am glad she doesn’t put duck lips on her facebook. In a wierd way, I think it means she loves me too. You girls are not all Kiera Knightley.

this song shoulda made my 10 top, a few posts ago. I’m a bit pissed I didnt think of it. I’d have bumped almost any one of those, other than zeppelin or the who, or stevie ray vaugn. Ok fuck, I’d have bumped amy grant or ELO.

I love Ska. Why did you leave? Ska, come back.

Wait, do you even know what a galaxie 500 is? If you don’t, or don’t even have the curiosity to google it, then stop reading my blog. Anything I have to say here will mean nothing to you. Go Search for brittany spears blogs, or something a mile wide and a half inch deep. Seriously, I don’t want you here. Motherfuckinggalaxy500.

What a great song. Preach on Reverend!