Random Thoughts

I took the day off for tomorrow. Today, is essentially a Friday, one day early.

Ya gotta love the Highwaymen. 4 individuals, who made it, doing things their own way.

Waylon Jennings: Picked up a following (mostly in Arizona), and they tried to make him a Nashville guy. The Nashville sound at the time was all slick and smooth, and Waylon just didn’t translate. He went back to his own sound, and went back to plowing his own ground. They eventually called him. Ya gotta love that.

Johnny Cash; the original outlaw. Johnny cash didn’t give a fuck most times. He had a song he wanted to sing, so he sang it.

Willie Nelson was a killer songwriter, but didn’t quite fit in into the Nashville of the time. He ended up being a legend and got things exactly how he wanted, sticking to his guns.

Chris Christopherson was a good songwriter, but a perfect example of how the world really works: some times it’s not always luck, sometimes its not always talent. Man, persistence and opportunity. The guy had that in droves. Maybe, I have more respect for him than any of the other four.

Anyway, thats how I see it. I’m just enjoying the highwayman mix in my garage right now.

Heh, sorry to get all deep on you. I just like this band. They’re good to twist a throttle to.

Remember the movie Jurassic Park? There’s a quote that has always stuck with me, since I first saw it in 1993. I remember that day; it was the summer blockbuster of the time, and the theater was jam packed. The air conditioning in the place had gone out, and we were all sweating like dogs. We didn’t care. We just wanted to see this movie.

Its the scene in the movie where the scientists are touring the facility and they’re trying to be sold on how wonderful the place is. The reluctant scientists have their doubts.

They pull up to a fenced area, with a goat is being held on a chain. It was meant to feed the Tyrannasaurus Rex.

Grant, a scientist in the film says: “T-rex doesn’t want to be fed, he wants to hunt”.

Hunt. Don’t be fed. Take care of those around you; Be a T-rex.

I just found out my local dealership has Yoga Classes.

For Bikers.

Yoga….

For Bikers.

What the hell happened here? *shakes head*

Man, I don’t get it.

Nobody better fucking say “OK Boomer” to me.

I’m a fan of John Popper — he’s no longer cool, but to me he is. Great lyrics and a great song.

One of the reasons I wanted a bone stock Street Glide, is I enjoy how much fun it is to customize.

I’m also glad as hell I got the Street Glide. I really like this bike. Good power, and man…. it handles really well. I can make some miles on this thing. I’m having to make some decisions here; tour pak vs sissy bar luggage…. all that shit.

To me, there’s some basics ya gotta cover when you’re customizing a bike.

Seat: It’s where the wheel meets the road as far as comfort goes. Your ass is what hurts on a long ride. Ya gotta have a good seat. There’s a little bit of science I think that goes into that.

Pipes: Harley changed it’s sound when they got away from carburation, and went to fuel injected models. Plus, the government and all its regulations has made a Harley sound more like a Honda over the years. It is what it is.

The details. Shit like; floorboards, grips… fuel door covers. Things you stare at and just make you proud to own a harley. Sure, they’re bullshit window dressings, but they round out a bike. And I like them.

But my first priority is touring. Shit I can use, when I’m on the road.

So, new bike…. new day… I’ve tried to keep an open mind here, and with all the options that weren’t afforded to me the last time I purchased a Harley — I’ve debated trying something new vs going with what has worked for me in the past.

In this case, it’s a seat. I like a good solo seat. I just like exposing that back fender and if you can find a comfortable one, it just makes the bike look good. The design of a Harley has lines; Don’t fuck up the lines.

I’ve always bought Danny Gray seats — I just like them. They’re low profile, and well made.

I tried a mustang seat. It looked OK, but it rode like ass. I’m not a fan. Tried a couple others, and I just went back to what I knew.

I think I had it right the first time: I got another Danny Gray seat. I’ve bought 3 different ones, this one is called the speed cradle. It’s like butta. It’s like hand of your mother holding you as a newborn baby. Thats fucking right. Plus, If I might add —- I just think it looks quite good.

I also got some saddle bag guards so I can put my bike registration, my tool kit and a bottle of water when I’m riding. Ya gotta have those things.

The next thing is pipes. I love my bike, but this thing sounds more like a blender than it does a Harley. That’s my next purchase. I’m thinking vance and hines, like I had on my last Street Glide.

Ride safe, ya biker pricks!

I found me some free time today, and decided to go back to Coolidge dam. Hell, it was going to be 75 degrees today. In February. That just begs for a ride. Plus I saw some side roads the last ride, and this time I had a little time to mozy.

I fucking love this bike. Harley did a great job here. Even bone stock, its got good power for passing, pulling a hill and it just…. handles well. I’m still figuring out a few of the details on how I like it set up, but so far its got a good answer to all of my questions and I’m pretty happy with the purchase.

I headed out around 11. Temps were nice and not a cloud in the sky — I swear to God I hear my bike Purr. I twisted a throttle and headed east, toward the mining town of Superior and Globe.

Rode up through the San Carlos Apache Reservation. Beautiful country. I minded my P’s and Q’s. If you remember History, the Apaches don’t fuck around. Tribal police and all, I kept the speed limit.

I crossed underneath the 60, and toward Coolidge Dam.

This whole area felt weird. You can tell it hasn’t been maintained for a while, at least for a road heading toward a Dam. There were ghosts of old Marinas, and signs showing businesses that had been long gone. How long, I’m not sure.

The Coolidge dam has somewhat of a cool history. Built from 1924 to 1928, it was part of an irrigation project was needed to tame the rivers, and build water storage for farmers.

The dam has had a crazy history of water levels, which was it’s intended use. At times, its the largest body of water in Arizona with 158 miles of shoreline. Other times, not so much.

I doubled back, toward the crick and checked out some things I’d missed.

This may be a ride I’ll do a third time, as there were yet more roads that I wanted to check out but wasn’t able to see due to time.

Sorry to be profane here, but yeah…. the guy has huge balls.

I don’t care about his hair, or the fact that he’s orange or any of the superficial shit that the media throws at him. He tweets a lot.

Did you see the latest deal with Israel? I like it.

Yeah, the man has balls. Let me tell you a thing:

The economy. No matter what happens; no matter what’s going on, no matter if you’re gay, or straight, or the climate is going to fuck us: if we’re broke, nothing can happen. Like, nothing. I don’t want too much out of a president: He’s certainly not my influencer on day to day matters. I just need him to handle shit.

Like, what shit? Like: I don’t want a rogue country like North Korea to send a missile our way. I want an economy to thrive: I want opportunities: for me, and my kids. If we’re broke, we can’t do anything. Basically, positive shit. I want positive shit.

I think a lot of people who are chiming in on this are dumb as hell.

Climate change; Yeah, I’ve heard that forever. The world has been doomed because of humans since the 1960s. The deadlines have come, and they’ve gone. If I had a dollar for the planets doom for every time society has proclaimed it, I’d have 20 dollars.

Not that we have to be dumb: we can’t be. Be more green: learn from the past. Just don’t get knee jerk about the past.

Sanity. God, use common sense. Fuck the fact that he’s orange, or how often he tweets, or how he says it. Who cares about that.

I just want a sane leader who effects my life, and my opportunties for the future.

Don’t like it? Lets fight.

Great song.