Random Thoughts

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.

I love this show. Muhammed Ali is a huge inspiration to me. Whether or not you believe in his views, he stood by his guns. he has my ultimate respect. If you get a chance, go buy “when we we’re kings”. Just buy it, don’t rent it. It’s awesome.

In every heart, there is a drum that beats
Steady and strong, it does not know defeat
I feel it pound, and know the sound Of true beliefs
In every soul, there is a memory
Of standing tall, the proudest we could be
I cannot fall, for I recall
We were born in majesty

And when the long fight, has been fought and won
We’ll stand in the sun

Chorus:
And we will raise out hands
And we will touch the sky
Together we will dance in robes of gold
And we will leave the world remembering
When we were kings, when we were kings

Now is the time, here is the mountain top
When one man climbs, the rest are lifted up
With every step we’re closer yet
To a higher destiny

And when we reach out to claim the throne
Every man will know

Chorus

Do you remember
When we were kings
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee

And when the long fight, has been fought and won
We’ll stand in the sun

A Scotsman walking down the street sees a woman with absolutely perfect breasts.

He approaches her and says, “Miss, would ye let me bite ye breasts for $100?”

“Are you nuts?!!!” she replies, and keeps walking.

He turns around, runs around the block and gets to the corner before she does.

“Would ye let me bite ye breasts for $1,000 dollars?” he asks.

“Listen, I’m not that kind of woman! Got it?”

So the Scotsman runs around the next block and faces her again. “Would ye let me bite ye breasts just once for $10,000 dollars?”

She thinks about it for a moment and says, “Hmmm, $10,000 dollars; O.K., just once, but not here. Let’s go to that dark alley over there.”

So they go into the alley, where she takes off her blouse to reveal the most perfect breasts in the world.

As soon as he sees them, he grabs them and starts caressing them, fondling them slowly, kissing them, licking them, burying his face in them, but not biting them…

The woman finally gets annoyed and asks, “Well? Are you gonna bite them or not?”

“Nah”, says the Scotsman…. “Costs too much…”