The Rainbow. .

Its was there my Rainbow. .off far in the distance..didn't want to lose it..but could see it beginning to fade...rain and hail pounded me as I went faster..careless in pursuit of something I couldn't reach. .the closer I came the faster its fades...hopes and dreams where at the end of that rainbow. ..all things good lay within reach....the colors fade to darkness. .its a place I know all to well....chasing rainbows. ...its like chasing dreams...a never ending chase for the fool it seems...Good bye rainbow. .hopes fade away..maybe the my rainbow will come back today..

The Bear, old dirty biker or dirty old biker..

When it was said in a old post it brought back memories..1984 in Casa Grande Arizona. My first ex wife had got tossed out of the military and we were road tripping..A friend of a friend was told she was good with an airbrush and had contacted us about doing some painting..We pulled into town in a truck with a cabover camper and a trailer full of junk and the FXST..Now the old saying Bum Fuck Egypt came to mind when we pulled in to the burg..Directions were easy take the main road to the IGA and hook a left,,the big barn at the end of the road..

We pulled in and saw a giant walking across the lot..Bob I was told was a tall dude, that was an understatement..Bob was 7'1 3/4"..and owned two carnivals..He wanted us to rebuild and paint the carousels and offered stupid money for doing it..We were home in Casa Grande for a few months.. I would take the horse off and sand blast them, prime and base color then the ex would work her magic..she was damn good at it and made a living doing it long after I went out for a pack of smokes..

Living in the desert in the winter it's rats ass cold in the mornings and wind blew the rest of the time..at 24 I rode..tiny roads and major roads, explored the landscape looking for nothing but a place..still looking..I was about 20 miles from nothing one afternoon when I found the bar..I spent the last day trying to remember the name,,it's gone..There was a cherry FL parked in front so I pulled up and walked in..Bar tender and the widest not fat just wide old dude sitting at the bar..He seemed to be four feet wide and maybe five foot five..You could tell in his day he was a bull..well a bear..I sat back and ordered a beer..He glanced over and that was it..

The bar became a favorite stop..after the sixth time in and the big dude sitting in the same place every time I asked the bartender what his story was..He said that's the Bear and he has been here forever..I asked if he could talk..ya when he feels like it he will..A few more times in and the same deal, a glance and a nod..Until the day he say's hey kid..Now biker creed would not have allowed Joe Blow that pleasure but the Bear got away with it..I still threw out a gruff what..He asked of I rode much..I said everyday..

That was it for a couple of days, I walk in early on a Saturday afternoon..place was packed, must of been six people there..Bear had his stool so I sat down a few away and ordered a beer..Bear looks over and say's I hate crowds you wanna go for a cruise..Sure,,where we going..as he fired up that old FL he says follow me..We rode in a big circle of Joshua trees and desert..we put down a couple of hours of up and down and round and round..I was taking in the road..as we pulled back into the bar I remember thinking how I got to know Bear that day without saying a word..there are those you can share the road with and there are those you never hit the click with..we hit the click..I knew it and the Bear knew it..we back them in and and rolled off..Bear patted me on the back and said great ride..he felt the bond of the road too..

Bear looked to be maybe sixty but was seventy four..lost his wife ten years back and just never really got happy again..He would have a few and hit the jukebox..play Patsy Cline songs and sit and stare at the walls with tears rolling down his face..Never heard him raise his voice but the bartered said he was hell on wheels before he lost his wife..We rode, we went to Nogales, Tuscon and many a little towns that may not exist today..we never really talked about much but bikes and the road..He was happy when he was in throttle..never said so but you could see it..I never learned much more about the Bear, never knew where he lived or what he did..never knew his given name..

Last time I saw the Bear I stopped to tell him I was heading out..alone..Headed back to California by what ever road got me there..no hurry..He asked if he could ride to the boarder with me..Sure Bear you can ride any where with me friend..We pulled them in to the last truck stop off 10 and sat down and had dinner..we walked out and the sad look in the Bears face damn near got me all choked up..I said got to go..He shook my hand and said ride safe kid..I swear I saw a smile..ride safe yourself old timer..

Rat..

The joys of happy..sharing the ride. .our dreams of tomorrow

Such a long winding road we have traveled. .The miles have always been our enemy today they are our release. .time ticked away three years to reach this day..we found it and lost it at times but our heart always won out over our minds..Our day is near and so are you..How we held this bond our love will never be known..we lived and we loved we cried and we have grown..I want to share the dream with you..as we pack our bags and count our blessing this my Sunshine is our ride..the first one of forever..

The vows are said..the cake is gone hands have been shaken and many hugs well wishes..we packed the bike before being forever joined..we married wearing leather..all that's left is turn the key..for the first time we will share life  together and free..I feel your arms tight around me as I reach up and turn the key..push the button to freedom and hear the low roar..vibrations and thunder the feeling I have knowing your there..With me for life this first ride we will share..

A light snow and chill in the air with warmth wrapped around me and the freedom of the wind we don't care. .And the ride was a short one thank you mother nature...slow wind through the snow and roll the new in next to the old..the shovel still doesn't like company but maybe these two will get along..throw a few logs in the fireplace and sit back on the old worn couch eating pizza and hoping the snow breaks..could never ask for anything more than laying back with you in my arms..it was our day..our needs are met... the dream came true.. .last of our day..only thing left is figuring our drivers side and passenger side..Thank you for the start of a wonderful life..Love you mucho..Chiquita Senorita Del Sol...biggest Hugs

Balance. .

Your first step ,your first attempt at balance..Balance was important and always part of life as you pass through your youngest years as we grow older its a natural part of life..you no longer have to think about it. .as we grow older balancing your tires or check book maybe the only time we think about it..

Sunshine we have finally found what it is that makes what we share so special. .its the balance. .we tried our balance on the tight ropes and the super highways. .we found balance the hard way..we didn't even know it..Balance is a morning smile...drying dishes. .only pushing the buttons that have happy faces on them..Its letting you be you. ..taking out the trash or walking the dog. .when you change the flat on the car while I watch a Giant's game..couldn't help it..its sharing our days and the TV remote..its sharing wind on cold spring morning. .making breakfast together..its not worrying about tomorrow until is yesterday. .

Its sitting on the back porch..huddled up on that old well worn couch. ..just holding on in comfortable silence. .sharing a smile and letting our today's fade away too our tomorrows ..tomorrow starts a new wonderful chapter in our lives...its the day we dreamed of in many ways and on many days..its finally came...Love you always and ever..met me on the old couch tonight...monster hugs..

Sunshine and the Monkey Man...Reflections

Lots of people have read the storiies here over the last few years..Sunshines inspiration and a little push we decided to share some of our personal stories. ..a little bit of all we enjoy now two days before we make the commitment for a lifetime. .The blog is Sunshine and the Monkey Man..and here's a small taste of many...You will find the link on blogs to ride over too..enjoy.

Sometimes a story can have many meanings and each story shared has a meaning to Sunshine and the Monkey Man. .shared past memorys that are the same...only in different times and places..amazing how things work in this life. .other story are a dream or a though shared and given freely..other are putting away the things that keep life from moving forward. ..as life as life always will..

Reflections today have new meanings as they will everyday..learning to let go and release the parts of our lives that both gave highs so very high and lows as low as the mind can go have been both hard and joyful. .Life as we learn has control and if we as what we are attempt to change it heart aches and pain are the results..maybe its the years we have or maybe it plain luck that what is shared today is a new and different world than one could imagine..

Having been one then none to reach the point of two sharing one goal happiness without restraints..For those who have never been there you probably will never understand for we still only know its a wonderful place and stopped asking how it works..Like the meaning of the word love..strong yet gentle..will love you always and forever has new meanings..its the same love with understanding. .life was and is in control and we are the pawns it plays with...to try and change what is shared is no longer an option. .hopes are like dreams today..the more you hope the more distant the dream becomes..to much hope puts life and what is true and real beyond our reach..

Everyday is a new adventure. .the highs are not as high and the lows easily overcome..It is finding life can be comfortable and having an ear..a shoulder a smile...not grasping for the heart strings not wishing for the commitments that bind lives to a halt..today we share happiness. .as true and as pure as we can..its where we never thought possible but with the strength we have always shared we again have made it work and work wonderfully. .I share this today as best I can..its been written and tried time and time again..its only touches the surface of your friendship and the true unrelenting and always forgiving love means to me..like that bond that pulls us together there are not the right words to express it..Thank you Sunshine for a wonderful life..Love you mucho
.always and ever...Hugs

Winding down..

Its just around the corner less that two weeks away..Scooter will be here..Dreams of the future have began to fall into place..Its been a long hard trip with more ups and downs then a drive through Wyoming. .Elevated at times but the valleys we crossed were long and full of uncertainty. .we always climbed out..Its all about what's in your heart. .its always there and undying. .

This last leg of the journey Sunshine has been pure joys we missed. .Today I feel your joy from miles away just as I was holding you close..The calls and texts from those who love us and care have been enlightening and happy..I am coming home..for all the readers and followers thanks for keeping us inspired. .plans are to get this riding blog back in the wind..to dig up more old memories and to create our own to share...Lucky 13 Sunshine. ..time to grab a gear..Need those big warm hugs..

Rat...

What's the Fuck...

Rolling prior to the damn sun waking up..ain't nothing here except blue ribbon beer..Can't park an 85 foot personal vehicle in the Harley museum parking lots..and its fucking snowing. .now the first snow in Wyoming was interesting since that time I have found snow to be annoying. ..like a 3 inch long bleeding roid. ..and why do they call them hemorrhoids. ..why not herorroids..oh well either why they are a pain in the ass..like snow..some people like it..ya lets go play in the snow. .get your head checked. ..shits cold and slimy..sticky...its nasty..like crusty underwear nasty..Ever get stuck in a snow strorm..younger days did once but it was in a baggie..not cold wet sticky shit..did you hear me yelling. .I hate fucking snow. .

Mormons and cigarette butts..

Mormons are a strange breed sort of moronic robotic in their quest for a few wives or money..Money of course is number one..like most religions..praise the lord and pass the mighty dollar. .So in a quest for the truth it was discovered that they also loved big trucks..not the whoo hooo four wheel drive red neck toys but the big stuff..Peterbuilts and Freighshakers..ya I'm a Peterbuilt guy. .

So having fallen prey to the Mormons I'm sitting here in one of their houses of worship. ..no not in church but the demonic money pit know as a terminal. .once your here it's as close to terminal as it gets..sitting here watching as the new robots are being trained to replace the burned out robots most of who make it two weeks in the quest to steal some Mormon gold..shits hard to get and well protected. .Again like most religions Mormons will rape your ass and tell ya God made them do it...I fire up a smoke..

Now Mormons hate cigarettes they feel its a Pentacostal evil brought on by big tobacco and they don't own any stocks in it..So I'm smoking my evils and enjoying some refreshing rays of my Sunshine and I toss the first evil butt out the window..We have a wonderful of smiles and bad jokes..punch lines. with little punch that still bring smiles. .and I tossed a bunch of evil butts..now as day turns to night I have my daily brain fart and that of course induces more emotions that lead to well more butts..as the morning breaks..I hear my Sunshines sweet morning whisper or just the joyful sound of being woke up from a blissful rest that brings joy and well a few more you guessed it butts..

As I'm brew up the second pot thinking of Sunshine and the wonderful smiles that await the day the truck parked in front of me moves..low and behold my I be struck by lightning a big sign not from God but close from the Mormons. .the biggest sign in the whole damn place..DO NOT THROW OUT CIGARETTE BUTTS..Now damn again..as I open the door for the first time in hours and there lies a 3 foot high pile of yup butts..long ones and short ones...just stacked to the bottom step...damn its about daylight. .see not to be confused with Sunshine. ..what should I do..Now not wanting to break the rules or better put not wanting to get caught breaking the rules I do what needs to be done..put the truck in gear and move to the empty space in front of the sign. .Good Morning again Sunshine. ..Hugs. ...

A Long Time Coming..my Sunshine. .

Never have I been so happy again my Sunshine pulled me from the fires of my own hell..never turning away and always standing firm beside even when I was weak..Things finally turned for the better we are sharing sometime..enjoying the twinkle in her eyes..A year of nothing but work and time to enjoy..Friday while she was slaving I went hunting..time for a ring..never knew there were so many..the colors..found a beautiful orange 3 carat stone..ouch but worth every penny..
Went for a steak..Did it the way you should in a crowd of people on one knee..Sunshine will you marry me..To my hearts delight she said yes..Time to plan a future we dreamed of laying in bed that night not talking just staring deeply into her eyes I knew I had the only girl of my dreams..we dreamed together of a wedding. .of a honeymoon..of a big pink champagne cake with a scooter on top..decided on a ride and a new ride to do it on..its only money..and honey your worth every dime..We set the date..March 23 hope I can wait a month..
Saturday morning off to the Harley shop..Road King..a queen needs a comfortable carriage. .Black of course they didn't have one but Vern who owned the shop had an idea..we sat down and built it..be in on March 18th..Hey Vern let me ask you a question..What do you think about letting get hitched right here in the middle of your shop. .Big smile on his face. .hell yes lets do it..Happy Monkey man...damn Sunshine lets plan the trip..Need to find a place in California to..Kansas is nice. .LOL...
Been all over this big country over the last year..Living in my truck and running my ass off..about 140,000 miles worth and 46 states saw some shit and saw some beautiful country..gonna take a month and show her true beauty. .Gonna roll from Kansas if the weathers good run the 70 through Vail and the Backdoor to Utah. .if there I any snow in the forecast gonna head to New Orleans. .some jumbo Sunshine. .I don't need food just sitting across from you looking in those eyes fills me full..wanna run the desert into California. .a stop in San Antonio for a big ass steak..sunrise in New Mexico. .sunset in Arizona. .on to the coast highway..run the one..San Francisco. .little fisherman's wharf treat..Maybe a Giants game if there in town..up to Portland then across 84..got to ride cabbage hill..
Run back down through Utah. .devils slide and on to St. George one of the most beautiful places there is..Some Grand Canyon time...then on to Vegas..wanna show here the lights dropping of the 15 late at night..the glow from miles away..then back down to the 40..through the south. .down to Key West for some sun..then the last leg through the Carolinas into Virginia..That long hill on 64 over looking the Shenandoah Valley..breath taking just like you Sunshine. .then home to begin a life of happy shared dreams and miles and always the wind..Love ya mucho. .thank you for all you give..
Rat...me..

Tamales and Beer..

Friday night full of the Dirty One...cheap beer and smelly bars..must of rode home and see a lump of snoring flesh on my couch. .Damn Ernie next time ya spend the night. .well I'm just guessing the last couple hours of it leave your damn boots on..Wake up your sweet woman is gonna beat both our asses..

Now knowing breakfast is the most important meal of the day we split a 6 pack of Coors and a bag of hot porkrinds..yummy..had to hit the shop and fine tune a machine. .Ernie call Maria bro..later dude she ain't gonna say nothing..she's making tamales for a party..Hey when we finish will go and throw a big munch..hey never turned down Maria's tamales and today ain't the day to start. .

It took a couple of hours for the residual hangover to start setting in..Dude lets go grab some brews and tamales. .first lets stop at Les & Lu's for some hair of the dog..now there are some fine scooter trash bars..there some so so scooter trash bars and then there was Les & Lu's..now it was the first place I ever went that the roaches and the rats left voluntary. .just pack their little vermin ass off someplace else..the place had mold for a decor..never ever thought of drinking from a mugs..bartender had to trap them with a net as they were trying to leave..but my head was pounding and the hangover won..lets do it Dirty..

In the back of my alcohol soaked brain I'm thinking dude you should call home..If I remember correctly they had been married for a week or ten days..oh well give me another bartender. ..after three or four cold long necks..Dirty looks over and says Dude this sucks let ride over to Delberts..an upper class dive bar.I say dude ya should call home..same shit..she's making tamales she wont miss me..ok then lets roll..

Now we left my place about seven am..and hit Delbets about three pm..relax..drinks and little pool..its about. Seven pm..damn dude lets roll...we got about eighty miles to the Casa. .some gear jamming throttle twisting puts us right on the doorstep in an hour..lights on couple extra cars in the driveway..Ernie shuts down the old pan..smiles and says see bro no problem. .as we are strolling to the front door it swings open..Maria with a big smile..her sister come strolling out..where the tamales girls I am starving. .Tamales that's not till next week. ..the twins are sleeping see you boys tomorrow. .damn got any spam dirty...sucker..