Random Thoughts

Man, I think it’s who I am.

I watch people.   it’s a habit, started by intrigue and putting myself in situations where I can watch it happen.   Maybe its a sickness, but I don’t think it is.  I tend it think its 50/50 irony and curiosity.

Why do people ignore so much of what is happening around them?    Not so much the daily news, or what you think is is a good candidate for the presidency, but people themselves?

I went to church this weekend.      I reveled in the irony.   I was a church going man for most of my life, so respect for the church going man isn’t lost on me.    Respect for the true believer?  Not lost either.   You guy and gals might just be the glue that holds this whole shit ball together, in a world that could go either way.   I dig that.   I dug sitting down in my pew.   Lemme explain:

Gained a few pounds since the last time I wore a tie.   Yah, I ironed that shirt, but when I put it on the shirt bowed between the buttons.    the mirror told me that right  away.     I dug to the back of my closet, and found a short sleeved ralph lauren white shirt…. the shirt I’d ignored for so long, back in the day I still dry cleaned em — and I put it on, and it fit so good.     I felt good.   Problem is, short sleeves show tats.

So I thought for a minute.

I asked my wife, should I wear this?   To church?

My wife responded, in the way that makes me realize again, why you’re the perfect girl for me (and baby, I love you)

“lol, it’s me…. why should I care?”

So I wore it.   she probably doesn’t even know what that means to me.  I know who I am, but checking to make sure I don’t embarrass her is what I was looking for.    She didn’t care.    She was behind me all the more:   What  else could a man ask for?

I got the eye rolls (behind my back of course, reported in the car from missus Dunn).   I made sure I played the part, finding the interesting people in the crowds of the hand-shakers, trying to screw with their protocol.  A smile and a handshake, pressing for a reaction to see whats inside.     I gotta think thats the role I am tattoo’s to play now:    that all is not appears as it seems.    Tattoos don’t mean meth, don’t mean wife beaters.  My talk don’t mean stupid, and my approach don’t mean obama.    My kids are adjusted, maybe with the same problems as the theist kids with a protocol.    I see the scramble.     I know in my case, kids sense honesty.        My only hope, with my own, that they take that into themselves.   You did it with your dad, and I sure as hell did it with mine.

The speaker quoted me at the pulpet at in the meeting to close the talk.   A discussion we’d had before.    it was his time, his place and I gave him all that respect because man,…. he’s 19 and the whole world is before him.     it should be that way.    Youth needs to experience, and experience comes from doing and I’m 100% about all that.     A man needs to expose himself, and dive in.    how else do you become a man?

Long story short, I went to church.  It wasn’t about anyone else but me.   I went to support, but I loved the irony.    The  irony from the eyes around me.   The irony from where I’ve been, and from where I’ll go.    If you’re a church goer, maybe theres some value to you…. from my eyes.   Look past the tats, the shaved head and the beard and maybe you’ll see a thing.   I’m not any damn different now than when I was a regular.       Other than I facebooked on my phone during prayers, and I look different.    But protocol doesn’t determine much more than that.

I gotta say:  The thing I like most about tattoos is they are an fast indicator of who I don’t want to deal with, let alone talk to…. at least right off the bat.   They draw out the judgmental and the closed minded pretty fast.    I love the fact that that’s not who I am, and they may never know it.       it pares down a lot of bullshit, really quick.   I don’t have the time or much inclination for a lot of bullshit.   its a great thing.

I’m not anti religious.   I see how much of a place it has, its just not for me.   The zealouts I have a problem with, but a good man who can keep his balance, take care of his neighbor why would I not want to support that?  If thats his inspiration, then theres a whole helluva lot of worse things in the world.   It’s crazy to me, but I’ve come to realize that i’m just me and you’re you.    You gotta do what you gotta do.    Theres space in this world for both of us.   its a great big world.

You know what I’m saying?   Sound off:    Love to hear what you gotta say here.

 

What a great version of a great song.   The whole thing speaks to me.   At the very least, its gotta make you miss the beach 🙂

Been going through a foo fighter kick lately.  Love this song.

Curt cobain, you were a junkie dickhead.   Your drummer was far superior in terms of making music than you were.   There, I said it.

I  work in basically the trash/Recycling business.      I got a lot of thoughts about this, but I gotta tell you… I feel like my whole life has led up to where I’m at now.   I truly love it.

I had an  excavation business when I was 26.   Dump Trucks and hauling, Trackhoes and excavation.   Moving material and estimating quantities and haul times.

Then I got into the internet.   Sold my excavation company to dive straight into a business and technology that I knew nothing about.   I feel I did pretty well.

Then after a sketchy partnership and 10 years later, I got into really high risk and extensive marketing.  Stuff most people don’t know about and I learned a lot.

10 years of that, and I’m working for my brother.   A good thing.   Mostly, because I get to see my family a lot more.   I could write a blog about that.

I work at a recycling company now.     Marketing is a sketchy business, especially internet marketing.   Right now, I’m doing a really honest thing.    I feel like I’m making a difference, which to be honest Is what my heart of hearts has always wanted.     Its fuel ever single morning.   Its not a day off to catch my breath, or thinking of another option.    Its focus, at least for me.    I can’t help but think my whole life has led me to this point.   I’ve made more money, but coming home at night and knowing you left it all on the table…. because its good… has made a huge difference.

I don’t have much more to say, because I’m arguing with some prick on facebook.   I did however want to post a picture of contrasts.   Without contrasts, you never where you  stand I think, without guessing.    I think that contrasts have made me what I like about life.     its at least a measuring stick, without illusions.

My Nieces daughter took this picture.    I just really like the contrast.

First off, I think bill maher is a retard.   I liked religulous, but I still think he’s a bit of a retard.   I also think alot of other people are retard.     If I can, let let me counter point:

 

 

This occupy wall street bullshit.    Man, I’m torn.

 

I remember my folks talking about the revolution of the 60s, where the haight-ashbury crowd were high as fuck, but ended up getting a voice.

 

I hate politics.   I hate the one sided bullshit that it has become.   Interesting to see whats gonna happen….

Lots has happened the last few months.   Way way good things.

I had a good discussion with my brother my last ride.    My father always mentioned a person going through their “gethsemane” as it were.    he had his, I’ve had mine.    you get past it.   I don’t want to dwell on it.    Its part of life.    You either rise and fight, or you get run over.    i’ve never been run over my whole life.  I truly value that experience.    it formed me in a good way.   bla bla bla.  Too much of my blog has been my dumping ground from that, and I’m way past it.   Time to focus on the good things.   Are they not everywhere?

So my bike is still in the garage, but It’s out of registration and I won’t ride it again.      Started thinking about a new blog, and I won’t do that either.  It’s just a bike.   I made it, it didn’t make me.

been looking at other bikes lately.   My bike was hella expensive when I bought it.   nearly 30 grand.    I look back, and I’ve had nearly as many good memories on 1500 dollar bike, back in the day.

Sure, I can’t wave to the harley bitches in their fingerless gloves and assless chaps.     I found a bike today I could pay 3200 bucks today that had less miles than my bike, and I bet that owner felt the same wind that I did.    He did.  If you don’t wave to me, I could barely give a fuck.     Wished it was American, but I won’t wait.   Owned three harley and 2 jap bikes in my day.   if its 3 to 3 and you think i’m a poser, then point that bike toward the midwest and lets see who sleeps first.

I respect the Lone wolf.     I wished we had more.   I tried to join a few things, but at the end of the day I left the patches, and the clubs.    My convictions havent ever changed, and I don’t need an insignia to tell me what I stand for.      I can do that on a vespa.   Hell, I can do that in my saturn.    it’s just not nearly as fun.

here’s my question to you:      Does your bike define you?

Called harley davidson today.   to turn my bike in.   I can no longer afford it.

been thinking about starting another blog.   I no longer live anywhere near route 66, and within a few weeks will no longer have a bike.

rips my guts out.     I have loved riding, still love riding.     I’m doing this for my family.   if I was single, i’d fight more but I’m not.    I’ll have another one someday.    Maybe not the street glide, maybe not even a harley.

But it’s the right call.    Entertained it a lot of ways, but its not gonna happen.

Sitting in the hotel in grand junction colorado. Good ride the last 2 days. Maybe my last before snow falls. The bad part of northern utah is that snow is a serious reality. The good part its easy to hook up with my brother who loves riding equally as much as I do. Everyone has their reason for owning a bike. Some like the status. Some like a little wind. To some its just a garage trophy. I’ve ridden with a lot of people in different settings. My brother rides the same way as I do. The ride itself, the history, the curiosity… Hell, even the poetry of it. Its a good thing.

The original plan was grand junction by dark. A voltage regulator changed the plan. Luckily we stopped in a dealership town, but the situation. Made us rent a car to pick up a part 120 miles away. Part of the adventure of riding I say. It was all good. We hit rock springs WY in the cop-looking rental car with 5 minutes to spare and boogied back in a saner fashion to get a room and discuss the day and a little about life. That in itself I think is a fine weekend. Blood is blood. Best thing about family is the unsaid understanding. It gives you a lot of leeway to give each other shit. Giving shit isn’t always a bad thing.

Made it to meeker colorado by noon. Base of my father and grandparents and the dunn line for a lot of years. Ill post more soon about that. Just a good day, on some under ridden road.
My face is wind burned, my body tired and my head is full of good ride thoughts. I’m just not gonna expound it anymore on a blackberry.

See ya in a few days.

Fokker out

I’m beat. Made the trip from St George to Heber twice in 2 days, with loading and unloading in between.

So glad to be with my family again, and to have a place we call home. Simple things in life are good, with the people who mean the most to me, and constantly prove it how much they’re worth it. I’m not sure they even know how much. I’m a lucky man. I feel it every day.

Got so much to say and no time to say it. I’m hoping things settle here this week and I can start blogging again. Been doing some riding. Lots of exploring to do while the sun is still shining. I aim to do just that.

I love heber Utah.

Driving back to St george tomorrow to get the first of 2 loads. Not because I have that much stuff, but because I have a small trailer.

I love this town. Small town. Good people. Down to earth. Honest. I got a house rental on a handshake and some cash. I’m a tattooed biker and no side glances. This is gonna be home for a while.

I am the guy who knew every road, side road and history for miles around southern utah. Now I have new roads to explore. One weekend at a time (in the summer… There’s snow up here). Looking forward to that challenge