Random Thoughts

I think my life took a new direction today, at least confirmed the direction I was going.

I joined Bikers against Child Abuse a few months ago, and today was my first child Ride.  We met a bunch of families that the chapter has been working with, present them with a few things, and take them for a motorcycle ride.   Ive been as involved as I can the last few months, but today was pretty special.   I met alot of innocent kids who have been preyed on by predator fucks who’d id just as soon see die than live, and these kids were awesome.   I saw a bit of fear about life in some, but mostly saw the optimism and resiliency that only a kid can have.

I’ve worn alot of hats in my life, but BACA is the most noble thing ive ever done.   I’ve never felt so good about an act of service in my whole life, especially when I connect with these kids.   Im working with people who all feel the same way.   I hope they look back on the shitty hand that they’ve been dealt and remember how heartfelt our desire to help them and keep them safe were.   Its for real.  I’d take a bullet for these kids without thinking twice.   Theres not alot of innocence in the world, and its our job to protect the things in life that are.

I’m a biker, and I sincerely love these kids.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Xapy2-3wmI&hl=en&fs=1]

Its getting cold.  I wen to a BACA event today and it was just damn cold.   For the first time in months, my truck is starting to look good.   Thats not good.

I started looking into getting heated gear.  Pants, socks, jacket liner.   That might do it.    I know I wont be able to go too long without riding, but riding to work isnt the same as touring.   Theres alot to see.

On a good note, my business is turning around.   If it keeps going at this rate, next summer I’ll be able to take a couple of weeks off and ride back east.   Right now, thats the only warm thought I have.

This is on my arm now, as of last night.  Joey does GREAT work.  Im pretty happy with it.

Pat rode down today, and at the end of a particularly great week, topped off by a really positive day having his hotel right around from the office with a bar across the street really topped it all off.   Tomorrow morning we’re heading down to vegas bike week.

I think I prefer glen fidditch over glen livet.   Its a bit stronger on the peat side, and my self imposed graft from celtic welsh to celtic scottish almost complete in my head, im going with more peat in my diet.   Peat makes the man.  If you drink enough, I find myself more apt to feel like a have a proper brogue-ish scott about me.   Pat would disagree, but I think my scotch of choice is fidditch.

Tomorrow morning we ride.   Ill take my laptop with me and try and grab some good pictures and report from the road.   This should be one for the books.

http://www.lasvegasbikefest.com/  vegas bike week this weekend.  my Bro is coming for sure, and hotel rooms booked.   Im pumped.

Its sunday morning, and sitting here in bed on my laptop watching easy rider and thinking I havent had a meaningful ride for a few weeks.    Ive ridden every day, but not really gone anywhere but around town.
Next week is bike week in vegas.   My brother will be down and we’ll hit that up, and that will count for one.   Theres a poker run and Im excited about seeing the vendors.

I wished I could sum up why I ride.  I cant.   Today I think I got closer to why, and I think its one of the greatest things about riding:  Its the surprises.   I always seem to find an answer to a problem on a ride, or not seem to care about the problem itself, which is such a needed break from reality sometimes.   This last week ive been focused on work, what I need to do, and how I needed to improve my work.   Its been in my head all week, and I think I did that.   My head was full of everything but riding, even though I havent driven my truck for about 3 months.

Tonight was a BACA meeting in hurricane, so after work I jetted out on the freeway to go do my duty for BACA, and all of a sudden it happened:  The ride took over.   It did indeed surprise me, on a short 5 mile stretch of 1-15 where I could feel my bike’s horsepower loving stretching its legs.   the wind, the music, the feeling of seeing everything around me and being a part of it.   Its the surprise.    I love the suprise.   Im addicted yet again.