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Ha

Life....

Ever hit that stage where a good pizza tastes like bread and cheese, Starbucks tastes like Folgers and nothing really lights your fire..well been there..

Over worked, under paid..just not in the mood to write..politics suck..the worlds taking a major dump and nobody seems to really take it all in..or like me just try and ignore it..well I'm taking some down time to write in a few weeks..nothing more than kick back..enjoy good company and write..travel a little and chew some jumbo..so be back soon..

Wind!!!!

Ever dodge tumble weeds....

Sunset...

A small tribute to my lost brother,,comrade..We walked a fine line between citizen and low life for many a moon, never captured, always close..we lived in a time where a man took his differences out the backdoor and slugged it out..never a real winner and when it was done it was done..thrill, spills and chills..lived for today...partied like it was 1999..go figure...we grew..we learned hell we reformed some..here was the first ride..

Meet Ernie in the winter of 1982..building automated box forming machines..I was the wire man and he was the wrench..we spent the first few weeks wondering who was gonna snap first until we finally settled in and decided to go share the first brew..We were exact opposites Ernie was out of the low rider world..clubber..I was still lone wolfing..rider and walking a fine line..we hit it off at a little club, the White Water Tavern..the start of 30 years of friendship...of life..

Ernie had an old pan, beat and worn..must of been January we decide to tackle it, I had boxes of parts and bling..Ernie had a warm garage and cold beer..so when we could pull ourselves away from fine dive bars, strip joints and tattoo parlor's we rebuild that pan..Wrapped it road ready in mid April..and decided to ride..

That first Friday night we cashed our checks and got ready to roll..I 'm thinking I'm gonna lay back and watch this psyco grease monkey for a bit..well the dirty one knew his way around a throttle..we headed to the Bomb Shelter.. Now in 1982 a biker bar was a little different then they tend to be today..in fact that might be why they don't really exist anymore..todays bike bars are black tie to these dives..Back to the Bomb Shelter..now the parking was in back and the only way to get there was through the bar..made for an interesting approach to parking and walking to the head..better look both ways before you take a leak..so we roll in, first night riding.. Nice 50 miles trip getting the feel of the road..found comfort riding with the freak..not something that happened much..

So a couple of brews down and not much action we decide to hit the Backdoor..another dive with what were called dancers..always fun..well almost...a dead night a the hotspots happen it was early and the air was warm..we headed to the hills..Maybe the Snowline..as we are pumping some ethyl the dirty one asked if I had ever been to the Roadhouse..Badger..No never heard of it..we turn off on 245 and rolled through the night, twisting and turning till we pulled up to the little wooden barn...could hear the bad band cranking..smell the grill cooking...taste the mountain air..freedom of the ride still shacking through my bones as we walked in the door..ever step in a joint and knew it was right..it fit..We walked through those doors a few hundred times over the years and it always felt good..we found our hole..we partied till the sun cracked over the hills..thank you Bro..

I'm missing you Brother..we learned..we grew..we fought..we stood side by side and back to back..toe to toe a few times..we never backed up or backed down..always moving ahead..right or wrong at times..Not much really matter we could laugh..long and hard at anything..You maybe laughing at me now..I get it..at 20 never gonna live to 30 at 30 it was never gonna see 40..at 40 it was any day now..well we out lived our expectations and we did it well my friend..I'm not gonna hurry catching up with you..but everyday I'll think about a love affair with Tanya Tucker singing Delta Dawn in in that broke dick dog Impala and laugh my ass off..Mr. Pelican..See ya bro.. 

Via Con Dios Dirty One

Lifes has to many twists and turns to ever understand, you were here now your gone. Wasn't there beside you but for a few seconds, you fought hard, always did..

We were lucky in life my brother, we rode hard, fought hard,  worked hard, we laughed hard...We shared the good the bad the ugly...alway laughing..Ride that long dusty road my brother on that pan that never breaks...enjoy greasy burgers that don't plug your viens...we will ride again someday...

I hope to finish this someday...good bye my friend...

Snow Baby

snow..about 10 minutes of it..enjoy!!!!

The pretty Blue 67 Shovel reminded me of the first new real Harley I remember,,,guy next doors Dad bought one and I can still feel the thrill of the first time he took me for a ride....Thanks Les...see what you started..

Had some eye surgery..and ear I guess..sort of stopped my riding for the last couple of weeks..getting better..well not as foggy anyway..

I'll be back..LOL.. 

Back in the Saddle

Well let's try out the new Droid phone. New number, new town and all that shit.

Raining in the desert this morning. Miss the smell of fresh wet dirt, sort of smells like a dirty hamster cage this morning here. Did a little exploring last night, got wet, got heartburn and got to listen to what was by far the worst bar band ever. Had a hell of a time, plan on going back next week. Pics coming soon..enjoy..anyone wants the new number drop me a line!!!!

Done...

A 26' and a 24' truck..2 car trailers, a couple of pick up trucks and a ton of work..I in the high desert..got to ride some yesterday..Hit Peggy Sue's for a burger..not bad..cracked the shovel done some tiny winding roads..thinking of change. Now it is at a point can't change, change. Killer really..fresh place..fresh air..things that need explored..still haven't hooked up the TV or internet..got other stuff to enjoy..amazing how it becomes an addiction..how we can't live without it..try it you'll get over it..

Gonna be in the upper 70's here today..got a jeep that's never really got to go out and play..packing some grub, guns, water and the boys and rolling out in the wide open..got a map of some old mines and caves so going searching..post some pics if I ever turn on the net..if not enjoy from afar friends..got to keep the damn phone and can't get pics to load..got a mountain calling hasta la vista baby..

duplicolor shadow

has anybody used it?
what is it? - a two shaker can thingie - turns bright, shiny chrome into black shiny chrome
got a pair of chrome fender rails out back - never have liked em - too blingy
thought about having them blasted and coated
thinking I'll try the 2 can thingie instead - unless a bunch-o-peeps come back with
"shit sucks"
won't get done til it warms up here and with about a 3 foot cover of snow
well, gots plenty of time to do the research
oh - cost is like 19 bucks so even if every and all say
"don't bother"
I'm thinking for 20 bucks I'll shake a pair of cans and see what I see
ornot
cabin fever - all projects seem cool this time of year
the weather breaks and then it's
fuck it - let's ride

Shit...

Moving...makes you realize you got some shit, more shit than will fit in a 26 foot uhual..

So where does all the shit come from..do we accumulate shit, only if we eat lot's of beef they say..well that would make me full of shit..maybe..back to the shit we had on the plate..got parts for shit..got blinging shit..got rusty shit..got shit stacked on my shit..but do you really give a shit..I doubt it..I don't..

So digging the desert..missing friends and all that shit..have not hooked up cable or internet..no hurry just more shit to do..enjoying work..stress and all the shit that goes with it..post some ride pics and my deep dark tan soon,,when I get my shit together..see ya...