Random Thoughts

I was in  Jr High when Reagan was shot.   I was pretty young, but I remember exactly where I was and what was happening.  I had just gotten on the bus to go home, when the bus driver what had happened.    I remember some of my friends reactions.    Tragedy, will tell you a lot about a persons character, As I’ve looked back on that day.

I was at work when the first plane hit the building.    Word spread fast, and we were all on the internet trying to get news.    No One knew what had happened.  Then the second plane hit, and it was pretty clear to me, pretty fast.   We were under attack.     I’d just sold my business, had 2 young kids and a wife of 10 years now, things were starting to get good for me.   I knew the world had just changed.   To be honest, I was worried about what was going to happen.    We spent the rest of the day glued to the TV.    You couldn’t do business that day anyway.    No One was buying, and no one was selling.    The whole country wondered what lied ahead.

Weird that it was 12 years ago.    A lot has happened since then.

This 2 Million Bikers to DC thing has been pretty moving to me.       I’m trying to figure out why.

I’ve been to lots of biker rallies, and ridden with 500 bikers down the freeway in tight formation, taking over the road for a mile.   It wasn’t that.

I’ve been to DC before.   I lived there for a couple of years.    It wasn’t that.

It was the fact that it came together, and people bought in.   Bikers.   The people I trust, and identify with the most I think.    Americans.   Proud.   Guys that don’t fuck around.    All riding to make a statement, on pretty short notice.     Thousands of em.

I wish I coulda been there.   I like the message.    I’m not really a “muslim” guy, and the timing of their march in that place pissed me off quite frankly.    Word is, there were more cops than Muslims.

To me, it says there’s still a whole lotta good in America.    People that believe like I do.   I shouldn’t be surprised that its the same type of people I call friends on a daily basis.

 

 

 

 

Heard this song, watching a biography of John Lennon.   Not a bad song…

2 days riding with new friends.      A child ride, where I got the chance to meet an abused kid and promise I’d be there if they’d need me, and we all meant it.   A party at a BACA brothers house in Salt Lake City, where at one point we shut down the freeway educating some prick who decided he wanted to drive like an asshole, and a ride with new friends yesterday on a cancer ride.    Some things I’ll never forget.    People who are as solid as the day is long.    Its an honor to be a part of this chapter.

Its funny when you ride with people you trust, and know  how to ride.     It’s like the fucking blue Angels.    Riding tight and fast.

And there’s still a monday in the deck.    How good is that?    Got some baby back ribs seasoned up, and the smoker will fire up in an hour or so.    Making some baked beans,  hopefully some good ribs, and atomic buffalo turds (ABT’s).    Time with the family today.   Life is pretty damn good.

As much as I’d like to think I’m a lone wolf,  I’m grateful that I’m a part of the family that I was born into .     They knock the shit off the hard edges and sometimes push you to higher ground when you need it, even if I can’t see it at the time.    Its exactly how it should be.

Visiting a new BACA child today on a micro ride.    Always a good thing.   It makes me think, and at the same time helps out a kid who needs our help.   It’s time to give back, especially when you have something to give.

I just need to get this out:    Who gives a fuck what Miley Cyrus did?      At what point, did idiots become news, let alone conversation.

There, I feel better.    Lets Ride!

Its funny.   My kids are becoming adults.    We’ll see what happens.

From the very beginning, I think most parents try and spot a little of themselves in them.      Your wife, your grandfather you loved, whomever.     You try and see if they have your nose, or your wife’s eyes, and you tell people.    People tell you.

They grow up, and you see a little more.     At that point, its personal.    Or at least, it should be.

I’m pretty proud of my kids.    I see  parts that I don’t worry about, and parts I do.     My delusion is that I can help them through some of those parts.    Me,  And my wife, and my grandfather that I loved.   whomever.   Those experiences all have something to say.

End of the day, they’re going to forge their path, do a whole new thing and hopefully make you proud.

Yeah, I’m proud.   I got good kids.

Red Barchetta.    What a great song.   A little story in there….

Went riding this weekend.   Nothing huge, maybe 120 miles but raising money for a good cause.

Rode missus Zip home, and headed the 25 miles north up to my brothers house.  Drank some quality and shitty Scotch Whiskey, watched a few movies that meant something to both of us, reminisced, and talked philosophy.    Slept a couple of hours, and smoked a 9 pound brisket.    Took all day.

A fucking great weekend.

We nailed it.   We shoulda made two.