Sunday, July 26, 2009


A shot I found of Jasmine Cain. Her music is supposed to be pretty good, but this pic makes me think she is talented in other ways as well.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Chief Inspector

Brick when he was just a little punk. Checking a crate fresh motor to make sure everything's up to snuff. It must have been, that motor fired up on about half a revolution the very first time.

Brick has since graduated from little punk to tenacious, leg-humping maniac. Just ask Bill.

Mini Me

Just a funny picture from Montana last year. This was taken while we were screaming across the plains area heading for Great Falls. Long, straight roads with only slight rolls to them that you could see down for 10 miles. Oh, and gigantic motherfucking grasshoppers that felt like a rock when they hit you. Jimmy got the pic back over his shoulder of me in the distance behind him. This was another one of the stretches where Jimmy made it to a gas station running on vapors. Don't ride across Montana unless you've got a decent size tank!

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Friday, July 17, 2009

The Itch That Scratches at Your Soul

Fuck. I am way past due for a serious road trip. Knocking some miles down last month on the Big Mountain Run was great, but it really only served as an appetizer. It only made me want to hit the road for a long stretch even more. It doesn't help that I've been reading a bunch of books about long distance overland motorcycle adventure as well. The best thing about these books are that the guys who wrote them are just regular dudes that made up their minds to get on a bike and take off. All of their stories only prove over and over that there's not a big magic trick involved. Make some kind of a plan, prepare yourself and your bike as best you can and get the fuck on with it. It's a big world and there are so many awesome things to see on two wheels. The couple of good trips I've taken have really only served to light a fire that can't be put out. Once you start to learn some things about just where you can go on a bike your mind races with the possibilities. Camping in the middle of the Sahara under a perfectly clear, star filled night sky. Standing on the Mongolian Steppes without another soul in sight. Trudging through some crazy, muddy track in the Ugandan jungle. It's all been done, which means it can be done again. I don't realistically see doing any of those things in the near future, but the fact is I've never even ridden a bike in every state in my own country. Never ridden in Canada, Mexico, Central or South America. But I will. Maybe age and/or the passage of time is pressing on me. Maybe I'm just sick of working a shitty, boring as fuck job that only emphasizes how much life is passing by that isn't ever coming back. The reason doesn't matter, only the motivation it's given me to get cracking. I've got a purpose, so the only other step is to have a plan. Of course, that's always the tricky part, but what else is there to do? It begins........

Monday, July 13, 2009

A Little Late but So What........

I went to bed early last nite and didn't get the post up. Oh well. This Sunday's girl is in honor of Big Mike's 39th birthday. You old fuck.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Uglyin up Ireland.......

Me, Mike, and Jazz in Southern Ireland. Better than the best day I ever had at work. Ever.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Show em how it's done

There were some young punks in the neighborhood this weekend popping wheels on their bicycles. There was nothing to do but show them what aggro is all about. Bitches.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Safety First

At least she's got her gloves on.

Friday, July 3, 2009

Common Sense has got Nothing to do with It

Bill & I on the Tail of the Dragon. Ginger Kids Straight Ruling. Fuck Off.