Random Thoughts

Since I discovered facebook, its had my attention. I think I’ve been a bit addicted to it, but it’s not nearly as thought provoking as dumping my thoughts into this blog.   I think it’s time to choke back on Facebook, and take some time to post more here.   Thats my thoughts anyway.  lets see how it turns out.

Thanksgiving this year was pretty good.  We met up with robyns family in Ogden, met up with my family in provo, and had some good times in between.  Went to the shooting star saloon with my father in law and brother, and later went to Hal Hudsons, an old friend of my brother and had a great time.   I’m not going to go into the details of any of these things, because it was more than likely the same type of thanksgiving you had with your family:   Reuniting with family, eating turkey, and enjoying old company.   You have yours, and I have mine.

Fuckit.  I’m just going to make bullet points:

• Was great to see my 3 year old nephew who only a few weeks ago was diagnosed with cancer.   He’s gonna beat it.  Thats my official call.   He’s going to live a long and prosperous life, and  his malady is going to bring his whole family together and they’ll be stronger because of it.   He’s going to learn to drive a car, have his first date, get married to a beautiful girl someday and die in his sleep at 93 years of age with his loved ones around him.
• My father in law telling me that my older brother was a “good role model for me”.   While I don’t disagree that my brother is a stud and a fine example to anyone, I’m still scratching my head about that one.   Truth be told, i’m in no way looking for a role model at 42 years of age.
• The shooting star saloon with my father in law is a fine tradition.   we’re on year 2.
• Hal Hudsons garage is the coolest place I’ve seen short of the snow cap drive in on route 66.    He upped the ante with that one.
• My wife, as always, is the shit.
• I ate like crazy all weekend and monday morning, actually lost 1 pound.  go figure.
• Glad thanksgiving is over.   Time to get back to work.
• Riding my bike after 4 days of not riding  was pretty sweet.   Longest I’ve gone for a year or more.

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One of my favorite songs.

Dont you feel it growin, day by day
People gettin ready for the news
Some are happy, some are sad
Oh, we got to let the music play
What the people need
Is a way to make em smile
It aint so hard to do if you know how
Gotta get a message
Get it on through
Oh now mama, dont you ask me why

Oh, oh, listen to the music
Oh, oh, listen to the music
Oh, oh, listen to the music
All the time

Well I know, you know better
Everything I say
Meet me in the country for a day
Well be happy
And well dance
Oh, were gonna dance our blues away
And if Im feelin good to you
And youre feelin good to me
There aint nothin we cant do or say
Feelin good, feeling fine
Oh, baby, let the music play

Oh, oh, listen to the music
Oh, oh, listen to the music
Oh, oh, listen to the music
All the time

Like a lazy flowing river
Surrounding castles in the sky
And the crowd is growing bigger
Listnin for the happy sounds
And I got to let them fly

Oh, oh, listen to the music
Oh, oh, listen to the music
Oh, oh, listen to the music
All the time

That’s just how life is.   I’m certainly no expert on life, but things have changed.   At this stage in life, whatever this stage is, at least I recognize it.   It is what it is.

Riding has changed.

I’ve ridden for 20 years.   I’ve ridden because I’ve absolutely NEEDED to to keep my sanity.  It’s the only peace in the world at times.   Theres been times in the past that it’s the only way to untangle the bullshit and the mess.

I’ve found the mess is still there pretty much, but I don’t NEED riding to untangle it.    After the last 2 years, I’ve found that I’m alot tougher than I used to be.   Sometimes I feel that nothing can effect me anymore negatively.

But I still love to ride.   This isnt like the phase when I wanted to lose weight, or get a house, or get married.

Riding is more important to me than all of that.     There’s very few things that have lasted in my life, but the open road, the wind in my face and quite honestly my wife and family are the only things that have endured.

But, its different now.

So fuck philophy.   Im excited for the BACA patch party for nevada this weekend with my wife;

You should come out.   These are the only real guys in nevada committed to keeping the kids of nevada safe from child abuse safe.

I love in a small town.  I am in a business that is surrounded by people who don’t understand respect.

I used to laugh at that word, but to be honest respect is the difference.   All I have is respect.

I have a hard time abiding people who don’t understand or show it.     You don’t fuck another man’s wife.   You don’t talk shit about another mans wife.      You don’t touch another man’s colors.   You don’t disrespect another person unless you’re ready to fight them.   You don’t abuse kids.   You don’t talk shit about things you know nothing about.   You don’t touch or sit on another man’s bike.   Call it anything you want, maybe it’s just being polite or at least shutting your mouth.   I find myself wanting to associate more and more with people who have it.     I don’t have a whole lot of real friends, but the friends I call friends have it.    My BACA brothers have it.   My wife has it in droves.    My business partner has it to an extreme.    My brother has it.   Those are my friends.    It’s more than enough.  It’s all I want.

If I have to explain it, you don’t understand.

On another note, vegas bike week is coming up.    Looking foward to seeing my brother and doing me some riding.    The morning air is cold and I haven’t done enough of that this year.

I need to wake up on the side of the road next to my bike somewhere, and soon.

I haven’t posted here forever it seems.   I haven’t had a worthwhile ride forever it seems.   I ride every day, but a poker run here and there and to work doesn’t count.   I need to get on the road.

Let me catch up the last few months.    A lot has changed.

• After struggling for the last 18 months, we finally have turned this pig around.    The pig meaning the business.   Things are looking way good.  It hasn’t translated into profit yet, but im very confident that it will.   It’s going to be good.
• I lost 35 pounds.   I feel great.    You don’t even know.   I’m going to start weightlifting again and lost 20 more and ill be lean and mean again.
• I sold my house and moved into a bigger rental that my wife and family and myself love.   Much bigger, and 3 car garage.      HELL YES.  3 CAR GARAGE.    what that means is, the wifes truck, and a whole garage for me and my bike and tools.
• Got 2 more tattoos.    Here ya go:

Got this one a few weeks ago:

Then yesterday got some lines started on some wrist tats.   Probably get it colored in once it’s healed in the next few weeks.

B.A.C.A. is going great.   with merging 3 offices into one and wiring the new office, moving, and moving out of a house I’ve lived in for 15 years and into a new one has been brutal, I haven’t had a lot of time to devote to it.   thats about to change.

Also, after a year of bearing the name “pinky” (given to me as a joke for having my wifes pink phone on me), I can’t stomach the fucking thing any more.   I am refusing to go by it.   May just go as Zip.     It’s been my nickname since I was a kid.

Vegas bike week in 2 weeks.

Rode to vegas today and got new ink on my other forearm.    Texas always does a good job.