Thursday, May 27, 2004

Joe sent me this a long time back. the band is DaVinci's Notebook.

they are quite fun.

So Sara is thinking about a banjo, and her pal Linda already has one. I am thinking they need to form a girl group. It's fun. Banjos & Barbersop quartets are so happy sounding.

Which Homestar Runner character are you?

this quiz was made by jurjyfrort

Wednesday, May 26, 2004

this just in from the Austin branch of the Torque & Recoil Club:


8:15 Wake up to hugs and kisses

8:30 Weigh in 2 pounds lighter than yesterday

8:45 Breakfast in bed, freshly squeezed orange juice and croissants. Open
presents - expensive jewelry chosen by thoughtful partner

9:15 Soothing hot bath with frangipani bath oil

10:00 Light work out at club with sexy funny personal trainer

10:30 Facial, manicure, shampoo, condition, blow dry

12:00 Lunch with best friend at fashionable outdoor cafe

12:45 Catch sight of partner's ex and notices she has gained 17 pounds

1:00 Shopping with friends, unlimited credit

3:00 Nap

4:00 Three dozen roses delivered by florist, card is from secret admirer

4:15 Light work out at club, followed by massage from strong but gentle
hunk, who says he rarely gets to work on such a perfect body

5:30 Choose outfit from expensive designer wardrobe, parade before full
length mirror

7:30 Candle lit dinner for two followed by dancing, with compliments
received from other diners/dancers

10:00 Hot shower (alone)

10:50 Carried to bed . . (freshly ironed, crisp, new, white linen)

11:00 Pillow talk, light touching and cuddling

11:15 Fall asleep in his big strong arms


6:00 Alarm

6:15 Blow job

6:30 Massive satisfying dump while reading the sports section

7:00 Breakfast: steak and eggs, coffee and toast, all cooked by naked, buxom
wench who bends over a lot showing her growler

7:30 Limo arrives

7:45 Several beers en-route to airport

9:15 Flight in personal Lear Jet

9:30 Limo to Mirage Resort Golf Club (blow job en-route)

9:45 Play front nine - 2 under

11:45 Lunch: steak and lobster, 3 beers and a bottle of Dom Perignon

12:15 Blow job

12:30 Play back nine - 4 under

2:15 Limo back to the airport (several bourbons)

2:30 Fly to Bahamas

3:30 Late afternoon fishing excursion with all female crew, all nude, who
also bend over a lot displaying growlers

4:30 Land world record Marlin (1234lbs) - on light tackle

5.00 Fly home, massage and hand job by naked Elle McPherson (bending over, naturally).

6:45 Shit, Shower and Shave

7:00 Watch news: Michael Jackson assassinated;

7:30 Dinner: lobster appetizers, Dom Perignon (1953), big juicy fillet steak
followed by Ice-cream served on a big pair of tits

9:00 Napoleon Brandy and Habanos cigar in front of wall-size TV as you watch motorcycle racing

9:30 Sex with three women (all with lesbian tendencies...some bending over)

11:00 Massage and Jacuzzi with tasty pizza snacks and a cleansing beer

11:30 A night cap blow job

11:45 In bed alone

11:50 A 22 second fart which changes note 4 times and forces the dog to
leave the room

11:51 Laugh yourself to sleep

so there is a really cool link about a lady who rides her motorcycle through Chernobyl. Kidd of Speed

turns out, sadly, it is a hoaxed up deal.

makes me want to cry, but.....

Monday, May 24, 2004

So the Sheetiron Photos are up. The last ones are of the burn on my hip. Mom, just do not look at it, it is horribly gross, and will make you cringe. Really, it just feels like a bad sunburn, but it looks icky as all get out.

There are photos of everyone, and scenery, it is hard to capture hills well, but I am learning. Then pix of the Thing. with a card from the buffet restaurant. It says "All Done" cause the Thing was all done.

On my way home, I called my pal James in Austin, and was talking to him when the phone stopped working. A) I fell on it. B) I was in the mendecino mountains, as shown in the photos. pretty driving, bad reception.

What else, hmmm, got home, did cleanup chores, took the camper top off the truck, and helped Sara pick up a new old Japanese Shoe Box. which is like a 4' x 4' cabinet. To make it fit, we rearranged the living room. very different now, but interesting.

This morning, I woke up, loaded all the wood left over from the Bullet shipping crate into the truck, and drove it to Lissa's for her to burn in fire barrels when they have fire breathing, fire swinging practice.

Then back to the house, loaded the Thing into my truck and went to work.

work work, then over to visit Alex at Fastline Cycles in Fremont. He will replace the clutch bushing, fix the Countershaft Sprocket seal, saftey wire the bike for racing, and call me if he finds anything else. YAY. Big props to Alex. Of course, he cannot start till after June 2, but I am okay with that.

He was shocked that I did not mind he could not do it immediately. Are people that immideate nowadays?

Back to work, long day. LONG

got home, Sara and I had dinner at Sharky's, a seafood/sports/oyster bar. yum.

now I am resting my icky icky bruises and burns.

But, am home, and had fun

Sunday, May 23, 2004

Misery and Failure, (the artful destruction of meticulously worked artifacts, aka. the Thing)

“Charles, the Sheetiron 300 will be SOOO much fun, we simply must go.” … Rebecca

I know the Thing is not ready. I had to borrow a front wheel from Jack, the suspension is not set up, the bodywork is not where I want it, it is not safety wired, I still have tasks, chores! the whole shebang screams “Don’t Do It” to me over and over.

Do I ever listen?

We leave Friday after work, and drive 4 or 5 hours to Stonyford. The directions are somewhat vague, and we are speeding to make the 10pm sign in deadline. I am driving down country roads, pulling a trailer with 2 bikes, at very VERY bad speeds.

10:15 arrival, but they check us in anyhow. I threaten to offer to spank her till she cries, unless they let us register. They are having none of my smack, but register us anyhow, it is easier than in the morning.

We drive right to where our pals James & Jason are camping. Park the LLROL, unload the bikes, sort out the gear, get the sleeping arrangements under control, then walk to the porta-potty. Ya know, just over there. And get lost on the way back. We got LOST on the way back from the portapotty.

Find the truck, finally, no, it was not by the camp playing AC-DC. Get in sleeping bags, commence to snoring. Both of us. Snoring. Loudly.

Wake up next morning, got gear on. Got ready, waited a lot for people. Then went. We missed the turn and saw a goat farm. YAY! Rebecca likes goats.

But turn around and start over.

Apparently on the hard splits. You have a split choice, easy/hard. Easy is really easy, hard is a bitch. We took the hard splits.

First water crossing, we get across the water, THEN Rebecca falls down. It was difficult for me to pick up her bike. I am still in weak chemo boy shape.

Got up, rode more. The Thing loves this stuff. Stand up, lean forward, gas it, and it just loves to go. Up hills? Over jumps? No problem. Down hills, just use the engine braking. Woot, Woot.

Coming up one hill, James fell down. And stopped. I got to where3 he was, had to stop, and the front wheel started sliding in the loose dirt. That would be sliding, as in backwards, downhill. SHIT!

I hit something, and went ass over teakettle. I hit Rebecca, backwards. We both went down. I could not get up. Somethow, her bike was stuck on my backpack, I was turtled! Get untangled, get her bike up and out of the way, get my bike up and out of the way. Noticed my left hand bark buster Hand guard is a little bent. Did not notice the clutch ferrule adjuster on same handlever is bent.

Get by James, get to top of hill, park and wait. Whew. #1 fall, and I am shagged.

Dean, Jason & I keep going. There is a really tough uphill, but I breeze it. The bike is idling weird. Going through some narrow singletrack, it dies, and apparently, the clutch does not work. Shit. I cannot start the bike, and shift to first, there is no clutch. And I cannot turn around, and there is no good place to turn off the trail and work on it.

Aww man.

I fart with it for a while, and realize, I have a HUGE burn on my right hip. I think fuel leaked out and reacted with my synthetic pants. Dang.

Now I cannot breathe, I hurt, and I am not thinking. I think the clutch perch is bent, a guy on an XR named Jim (I forgot his last name) wearing a king crown duct taped to the top of his helmet gives me a spare perch and ferrule. YAY Jim.

Dean comes back, we get my bike turned around, we go somewhere, and swap levers, but my bolts are the wrong size. Swap back, adjust, tweak and start the bike, click to first and dies, Still no clutch.

I am not a good enough rider to not use the clutch in the dirt. I am fooked.

Dean rides the bike to the next ‘split’ location, and I will wait for the trail sweep team to come get me. As we get there, he pulls over, and the motor is barfing oil out the countershaft sprocket seal. I am out for sure.

He splits and will send help.

I take a nap.

Trail sweep comes, they discuss what to do, they do not know where I am, other than on “Goat Mountain” one guy tows me with a strap to the next downhill. I coast down a tractor road a few miles, to M-5, the trail. I coast down where I can, then push where I cannot. At times, 10 steps each, then hold the front brake, cry, and rest. Uphill.

I am not leaving the bike, cause I do not know how to get back to where it is.

Up hills, 10 steps at a time. One hill was 374 steps before I could coast. Finally finish M-5, and get on M-10. The sign says Goat Mountain Is 22 miles back. Did I push and coast my bike 22 miles?

M-10 Some downhill, some flat, not much uphill though. I push into stonyford, to the fairground. I am crying, I am tired, my whole body hurts, my bike is dead.

I meet Jim Ferguson from 77 Films. He also has an XR. He crashed. We chat. He suggests the bearing in the clutch, or throwout bearing, or something, a known weak spot on the 2000/2001 XR’s. and the seal. Shouldn’t be hard. Yeah, whatever. I blew a seal. You know the worst part about blowing a seal? they always want to cuddle and talk afterwards! ork ork ork...... :)

He is gonna drive to Ft. Bragg to meet his pals. Me too. I put the Thing on it’s trailer and drive north. We get lost, and drive fire roads into Williams, bout 45 miles. Eeek.

Then to Clear Lake.

Then towards Bragg, he pulls over and yells that he is too sore, and going home.

I make it to Bragg, but cannot find Rebecca! I leave cell messages, and JUST as I am about to give up and leave, she answers the phone. We meet, We have dinner, I am tired, we are in hotel room now. I will drive home tomorrow., I am beat.

Thursday, May 20, 2004

damn robots

trying to take over the world. Unions now, death machines next...

off to sheetiron 300 tomorrow. more news after weekend

Wednesday, May 19, 2004

I've uploaded my Austin Trip Photos to Yahoo. The directory should be public. It shows my sisters condo, my pal Joe's shop, then a party we had at Central Market back patio with a lot of pals, finally breakfast at Flores in Oak Hill, and one pic of Missy in Dallas, giving me her opinion on something.

Work's swell, everything is falling apart, so I am having to run like mad and pick up the bits and pieces, will succeed, but hate basing my work on the efforts of others (not my team) and being dependant on them.

Will swap tires and wheels tonight, in preparation for the Sheet Iron 300 Dual sport rally this weekend in Fort Bragg.

Need sleep. bad. Need a ride, need to clear out my noggin, and figure out what is most important, and where I am going. Need a ride. Ride is always the answer

Monday, May 17, 2004

had party this weekend. it was fun. there was a hiccup, but will see what comes out of it. either everything works or it doesn't, i am still alive.

Got the Bullet semi-registered today, spent all day at DMV, got license plate, do not have title, will see what happens.

work is work. I need a ride, or to sleep

Saturday, May 15, 2004

hmmmm. From Dust to Digital has done it again. Goodbye Babylon. a humongous collection of blues, sermons, and probably really cool stuff. I'm gonna have to wait a while, $100 is steep. And I got some major purchases comin my way first.


Gun Safe for the house. Must hold rifles & pistols & big ass shotguns.
17" Super Motard Wheels for the Thing (and tires)
Re-lace my 18" back to 21" and put dirt tires on it
Garmin V GPS
trip to Paris & Cork
present for my sweetie

THEN, maybe, i can spend it on tunes.

till then? work work work.

Wednesday, May 12, 2004

Got home to Sara, Safely back! Jim, the gun came through security fine. A little excitement, but came through fine.

I finally caught up on my rest. Got home from work Tuesday evening, and disassembelled the crate the Bullet arrived in. All wood apart, all nails accounted for.

Then I setup the pocketbike, so my neighbors Ruben and his sister Nicole could take a little neighborhood ride. It seems to be bogging, then stalling, I need to work on it. I hate 2-strokes.

For dinner, Sara and I rode to Alberto's for Tuesday Night Motorcycle dinner. She took the Thing, and I took the Bullet. We rode up through Willow Glen, and Sara did not care for the Thing. She said it felt hard to ride.

Dinner was great, then we went to Eric & Lissa's to say howdy. On the way home, I left first, we took Hwy 87, and Sara caught up to me. At the house she took off her helmet, and said "Now, I GET it!" Very cool. When she was able to open the Thig up and go fast, it made sense to her. YAY!

I have a cool girl, some cool bikes, and a damn fine life

Sunday, May 09, 2004

Happy Mother's Day Mom!

Saturday, May 08, 2004

Austin is full of unsecured access points. I am sitting in my sisters apartment typing now. She does not have any connection! Woo Hooo!

This morning I closed my bank account with University savings.
Then I went by Appliance Assoicates to check on the status of my grandma's stove restoration.

Then to Pete's Flat Top Shop, for my first haircut since chemo. It looks great.

Academy Sports for some new travel clothes & a gun case.

Joe's house to see the new shop

Then to Central Market to visit my pals who made it out. WOW, it was great to see everyone.

A few of us went for dinner at the Texas Chili Parlor, of course the bill was short, and I got to pick up some excess, but oh well, no problem. I love seeing pals. :)

At this point, I am so tired, I can barely stand. So back to Sherry's to unpack/repack, hit a little email, try not to fart from the chili, and rest.

Tomorrow I meet a close group for brunch, then fly out.

Woo HOO Life IS good.

finally made it out of Dulles, and got into austin at OH MY GOD late.

Now running errands. there are tons of unsecured wireless access points here.

I am very tired. Once I finish errands, I need a nap.

I need a new truck. I don't want a new truck, I do not want payments. Joe suggests the Dodge Sprinter. EEEK

The word for the day is Ghetto.

We easily made the commute to Boston, and were checking in when offered a re-route to Austin. But ya gotta go through Dulles in DC. Okay, whatever.

It’s a regional flight.

Well, I figured as much.

Seat 14D oh, cool! By the front.

Nuh-uhhhhhhh It’s a buddy holly jobbie. Turbo Prop. Seat 14 is the back, no reclining, and shared row with an oxygen thief. Damnation.

Wheel out to runway, sit and wait 20 minutes. DAMN. Ghetto. It’s hot.

And wheel back in. We may or may not get to go, they won’t let me off the plane. Totally fooked. Totally Ghetto. 1.30 wait, in air, finally, to DC.

In DC?

Ghetto airport, walk on stairs, past other jets, walk, shuttle, run, to next flight, delayed, another regional flight. Damn;

Oh my, thinking it could not get worse, DC has rain. I’ve been sitting on this, the second goddamn plane for 2 hours. Driving me crazy. Its raining? Fuck that!

Will we ever get out of here? I do not know.

Thursday, May 06, 2004

So my boss Keith and I are on a quick trip around the US to visit worksites and see what labs they have. It's been a fast city to city jaunt, with no time in between.

One city to the next. I am currently in Boxborough, MA. :(

we arrived last night at midnight, then got to the hotel at 1:30am, everything stinks like tobacco smoke, and almost all the people are rude bastards.

i damn near smacked the 'hostess' at the holiday inn breakfast room for her insolence.

So we are at the office at 8:30AM their time, 5:30am California time. I am bleary eyed, and wanting to curl up and sleep somewhere.

I am in a 'quiet room' because they did not have office space available. It is next to the bathroom, and it is not very quiet.

i hate the east coast

Sunday, May 02, 2004

Sara went to her hometown for a long weekend, for her sister's wedding reception. Which left me all alone.

What did I do?

Affair! With a tramp. She's young, but lead a hard life. Really fun to ride though. She likes riding a lot. And does not care if I toss her in the garage when we are done.

Yes, I spent all weekend riding the Thing! She looks quite a bit different than when I got her. She was so ugly Jack said "it makes me want to cry"

But now, closer to stock, with Baja Designs lights, coils, and some real street rubber, she is silly fun to ride.

Rebecca took me up over the East Bay, Oakland Hills, Skyline Road, and Redwood something, I cannot remember, but rode the heck out of them. The DRZ was a really wonderful bike. The Thing is brute force. Just twist the throttle, lean back, and the front wheel leaps to the sky.

Hard into corners, and begs for more. I need to straighten the suspension, and sort out all those issues, as well as get me some fine 17" rims. All in the works.


Then last night Rebecca took me out in San Francisco, a town I usually dislike, for many reasons, but it was fun. We did have yummy Mexican food, that was ALMOST Tex Mex. Not quite, but almost.

Today rode the Thing down Hwy 35, Tunitas Creek, and some assorted mountain roads. Wahooo! Got to San Jose, and swapped for the Bullet to go for dinner. She says the Bullet is cute, but not a great machine. Furthermore, on the way home form dinner, there was an Indian guy in a car next to us checking out the bike.

Rebecca claims she bought her bike so guys would look at her, and sadly, I have bought a bike that has INdian Guys checking me out

Oh well! It's fun for me to ride, I like it.

But the THING! Wahoooo!

more as it develops

goin to pick up Sara at the airport soon. MMM! Missed my baby.


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