What a great song. Heard it on the radio up the canyon on the way home and been in my craw.
Wished I could say all the good crap thats happened the last couple of months. Like, life changing good.
I love my work. Its to the point I have dreams about it at night, and by 2 AM I’m in the living room on the couch eeking out plans on a sketchpad. I don’t know what it is, but shit is coming together. I’d love to tell you how much ass I’ve kicked, but thats just vain and stupid. I’ll keep it to myself, but man, my competition is pissed.
I spent some time yesterday night with my 100 year old grandma. She’s not doing well, and she’s a strong willed lady without even knowing how strong, or taking much time to care. She’s raised a family, done the right thing and lives on 1,000 dollars a month for the last 30 years.
Thats the kind of person I honor.
My wife. My father. My brothers and sister. They take care of their own, provide without any famous talents to pimp, and go to work every morning because thats what they know needs to be done.
I honor them.
Whitney houston sang some good songs, and then got hooked on drugs and was an embarrassment to herself. A tragedy for sure, but all this respect because we loved her song in 1991?
Curt Cobain. Fuck up. Michael Jackson, pedophile. Why does pop culture honor these people? What does this say about us? Why the fuck are we paying so much time for someone who did so little when it all counts?
I’m going to work tomorrow. hope it’s all over soon and we can get back to real news.
Think I’ve got me a solid in a bike. 1999 Road king, faster than the road rage. Lots to consider, and the deal ain’t done yet, but I got a pretty strong feeling by spring I’ll be on route 66 again, on a harley-davidson. I think about it every day, let alone every few hours.
Looking forward to spring. its a whole new ball game up here, so might take me some time to guage a barstow vs a rock springs spring, But i’ll figger it out. Winter is winter, and anything north of the mojave takes some calculating. Can’t wait to be back on the road, snapping pictures, figuring out mysteries and reporting from the road.
Life is only good with a safe family from home, a wife that knows why, and a signpost ahead. Hell, at least for me it is. I can’t imagine a life without riding. There’s a new vantage point here, time to see it all.
thats fucking right. I’m scottish. What a great song.
Feel like I’m crawling out the other side of a shit pool, via shawshank redemption. Dug the hole, pounded the pipe. Point is, the pipe needed to be pounded, and the hole was there waiting. It just hadn’t been dug yet. Yeah, its about over. Like my old man used to say ” they can’t eat me”.
I know the crux of my blog always started out with cool shit from easy rider and route 66. Shit that I was proud to tell you about, and report on. Between that time and now has been financial hell. I haven’t been a fucking baby, i’ve just been over my head. State tax commission, IRS, bad deals i wouldn’t make now, from a business partner that should have never been trusted. waah waah waah. End of the day, it was 2.6 million dollars that held over my sanity, my family and my marriage that I bore at times, cracked under at times, and walked away learning from mostly.
2.6 mil sounds like some sort of playa, to be impressed by someone. Contrary; i just chased too hard. The truth is, for me the real living comes from working a hard 8 to 6 and laying it all out there. I know when i’ve done it, and I’m smart enough to know that those results speak for themselves. Man, if they don’t maybe a 7 to 8 is in order, or even a 6 to 9. Gotta provide at the end of the day, right? times are changing.
What did I learn?
First, I got a helluva good wife. Most women couldn’t handle what I put her through, chasing the rainbow. In fact, she’s perfect. I can never really explain how much on this blog
Never have a partner again. I just wont. Learned too much.
back to the wife: her and I can do almost anything business wise. Don’t know if I’ve met another team that compliments each other as much as we do. She fills my details, I plow ahead pretty well. Whatever. enough said.
I had a pretty fast motherfucking bike. its gone now, and it had to go. Been pretty patient, and made a deal the last few weeks to get a pretty blown road king, with a 6 speed baker and I feel pretty confident I’ll be riding again come spring.
Still not much snow up here, and little enough that if I had a bike I’d be riding in it. I don’t, but I got a line on one. Hopefully if all goes well by springtime.
I can’t wait. I miss riding more than anything. I get dreams at night about it. I’ll have one, one way or another. It’s who I am.
Whats your favorite song? Sound off, even if its in your top 20. I could use some music expansion, and would love to know what music you like. Gimme a song. The floor is yours…
Lots of complications, but only one answer. I gotta have a bike. I supposedly live in the snow, and despite the locals talk, I’ve yet to see it. Its 12 degrees in the morning, but I wouldnt be going sideways.
I gotta get me a bike. I need the hope of a bike. I gotta put me a plan into action. I got a few moves.
Been reading some of my old blog posts. Fuck, I gotta get me a bike. I gotta wake up in a new town, with a new outlook on the day. One good day lasts a month sometimes.
I love my wife, God knows I do.
I love my kids. I love seeing who they are, and how they handle challenges. Sometimes holding the wife off from their challenges, so they can find out what they’re made of. Thats a blog post for some day, that maybe only men can understand.
but I miss my bike. Can’t go into the garage and start her, can’t ride around the block. Can’t dream about the next long trip where I sit in field and wonder how it was in the day, or bullshit with a bro who understands. Can’t be the prick who’s riding when its way too cold. yeah, I gotta have a bike.
Time to get serious. yeah, it really is complicated, but by next snow melt, Ill have one.
