Random Thoughts

The Coronavirus

Really, the whole thing is dumb. It’s so dumb I don’t even know where to start. It’s beyond dumb.

I could be working remotely as early as next week. That might be cool. I’ve got a little desk in the garage, and I’m sure I can sell web sites and talk search engine optimization to customers from there. Hell, maybe even better than I do at work. Maybe in my underwear. Hell, I don’t know yet… but I’ll figure it out.

For the record, I haven’t bought toilet paper, outside my normal toilet paper buying cycle. Or Water. Call me stupid, but I can turn on my kitchen sink or run my garden hose if the supply of Dasani at my local Circle K runs dry. I’m pretty sure I’ll survive.

Anyway, I just wanted to chime in. Everyone else seems to.

Yeah, this whole thing is dumb.

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Feels like tonight.

Headed out from work tonight, bags packed and found me a road. Tomorrow should be a 400 mile day. I’m all geeked up about it.

Sitting here in a KOA in Gila Bend Arizona, and looking forward to the ride tomorrow. I haven’t had an overnighter in a while.

The bike is broken in: oil changed, and all that shit. She purrs. I seriously love this bike.

Exploring some roads I’ve never seen: I rode to the Mexico border last weekend, but doing it again this weekend. This time a different border.

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A moment of Honesty.

I think about the moments in life that have got me to this place. Where I’m at, may or may not be your dream, and to be honest I’m not sure why anyone even follows this blog. But a few do, and it’s fun to share the rides I’ve had.

I think for all the dumb and good shit I’ve done, I haven’t been afraid to try something new. I’m grateful for whatever gene or thought I’ve had over the years, that trying something new or having the balls to seek something out hasn’t ever been my problem.

The world changes; ya gotta change. Ya gotta face whatever is bothering you, or what you see as a problem.

This house has brought me back to center, and I’m still figuring out why. I chased the American dream for a while, and did some really stupid shit. My dream failed, and I spend the last 10 years getting things back to center. For whatever reason, that was important to me. What I’m grateful for, is that I had the balls to try. *That* isn’t failure. I could have failed by not trying, and that could have been a worse thing.

I am still going to chase it.

So here I am; in my small house that has everything I’ve ever wanted. A couple of bikes in the garage, a wife I sincerely love, a daughter that is having her own kids now, and 2 kids that still need my help and who are still figuring out their way in life. There is much to do.

Back to center. Just trying to keep all the balls in the air that are important to me. Tomorrow is going to give me another challenge, and hopefully the past experiences in life will give me the answer, or I’ll have to learn something new and figure that out as well.

Fuel for the fire. It’s all good.

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The Highwaymen

I took the day off for tomorrow. Today, is essentially a Friday, one day early.

Ya gotta love the Highwaymen. 4 individuals, who made it, doing things their own way.

Waylon Jennings: Picked up a following (mostly in Arizona), and they tried to make him a Nashville guy. The Nashville sound at the time was all slick and smooth, and Waylon just didn’t translate. He went back to his own sound, and went back to plowing his own ground. They eventually called him. Ya gotta love that.

Johnny Cash; the original outlaw. Johnny cash didn’t give a fuck most times. He had a song he wanted to sing, so he sang it.

Willie Nelson was a killer songwriter, but didn’t quite fit in into the Nashville of the time. He ended up being a legend and got things exactly how he wanted, sticking to his guns.

Chris Christopherson was a good songwriter, but a perfect example of how the world really works: some times it’s not always luck, sometimes its not always talent. Man, persistence and opportunity. The guy had that in droves. Maybe, I have more respect for him than any of the other four.

Anyway, thats how I see it. I’m just enjoying the highwayman mix in my garage right now.

Heh, sorry to get all deep on you. I just like this band. They’re good to twist a throttle to.

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T-rex

Remember the movie Jurassic Park? There’s a quote that has always stuck with me, since I first saw it in 1993. I remember that day; it was the summer blockbuster of the time, and the theater was jam packed. The air conditioning in the place had gone out, and we were all sweating like dogs. We didn’t care. We just wanted to see this movie.

Its the scene in the movie where the scientists are touring the facility and they’re trying to be sold on how wonderful the place is. The reluctant scientists have their doubts.

They pull up to a fenced area, with a goat is being held on a chain. It was meant to feed the Tyrannasaurus Rex.

Grant, a scientist in the film says: “T-rex doesn’t want to be fed, he wants to hunt”.

Hunt. Don’t be fed. Take care of those around you; Be a T-rex.

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WTF?

I just found out my local dealership has Yoga Classes.

For Bikers.

Yoga….

For Bikers.

What the hell happened here? *shakes head*

Man, I don’t get it.

Nobody better fucking say “OK Boomer” to me.

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Building out the bike

One of the reasons I wanted a bone stock Street Glide, is I enjoy how much fun it is to customize.

I’m also glad as hell I got the Street Glide. I really like this bike. Good power, and man…. it handles really well. I can make some miles on this thing. I’m having to make some decisions here; tour pak vs sissy bar luggage…. all that shit.

To me, there’s some basics ya gotta cover when you’re customizing a bike.

Seat: It’s where the wheel meets the road as far as comfort goes. Your ass is what hurts on a long ride. Ya gotta have a good seat. There’s a little bit of science I think that goes into that.

Pipes: Harley changed it’s sound when they got away from carburation, and went to fuel injected models. Plus, the government and all its regulations has made a Harley sound more like a Honda over the years. It is what it is.

The details. Shit like; floorboards, grips… fuel door covers. Things you stare at and just make you proud to own a harley. Sure, they’re bullshit window dressings, but they round out a bike. And I like them.

But my first priority is touring. Shit I can use, when I’m on the road.

So, new bike…. new day… I’ve tried to keep an open mind here, and with all the options that weren’t afforded to me the last time I purchased a Harley — I’ve debated trying something new vs going with what has worked for me in the past.

In this case, it’s a seat. I like a good solo seat. I just like exposing that back fender and if you can find a comfortable one, it just makes the bike look good. The design of a Harley has lines; Don’t fuck up the lines.

I’ve always bought Danny Gray seats — I just like them. They’re low profile, and well made.

I tried a mustang seat. It looked OK, but it rode like ass. I’m not a fan. Tried a couple others, and I just went back to what I knew.

I think I had it right the first time: I got another Danny Gray seat. I’ve bought 3 different ones, this one is called the speed cradle. It’s like butta. It’s like hand of your mother holding you as a newborn baby. Thats fucking right. Plus, If I might add —- I just think it looks quite good.

I also got some saddle bag guards so I can put my bike registration, my tool kit and a bottle of water when I’m riding. Ya gotta have those things.

The next thing is pipes. I love my bike, but this thing sounds more like a blender than it does a Harley. That’s my next purchase. I’m thinking vance and hines, like I had on my last Street Glide.

Ride safe, ya biker pricks!

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