Tuesday, August 31, 2004

305 Honda Superhawk. Very VERY Sexy bike. And sadly, $3500 on ebay right now. This one is built to look like a racer, yet streetable.

No, I am not gonna bid, or buy, because I am saving all my dough for the new Sprinter. I called the guy at the dealership, my truck is sitting in Gapney, South Carolina, waiting for the delivery truck to bring it across the country. Woo hoo?

Anyhow, Last night Sara and I went on the Monday Night Ride. It was a small group, only 6 bikes, but Ethan came. He has a HOnda ST1100, like our new, used silver one. I let him ride it on the first leg of the ride, Sara followed him, and giggled. He rides it like a sport bike, and the Ducati boys could not keep up.

It gave us both insight on how this bike COULD be ridden.


then to Duarte's in Pescadero for dinner. Cream of Artichoke and Cream of Green Chile soups, mixed together. YUMMY!

chat for a while, then out to PCH 1, and down the coast to Bonny Doon, back to Empire Grade, to Jamison to Boulder Creek to Bear Creek to home. Lots of roads, full moon, CHP on Jamison taking a leak, it was a swell ride, which we capped off by soakin in the tub, then sleeping and snoring a lot.

It is good to be alive. If I only had $3500 extra bucks....

I need another bike like I need a hole in my head.

Sunday, August 29, 2004

Ant Frenzy at Casa Kingfisher.

Well, Sara and I were sitting around this evening, relaxing after a day of motorcycle riding, visiting friends, and well, you know, taking life easy.

We watched Kill Bill 2. (Thanks Christos)

Then we were getting ready to go for a soak in the hot tub, and off to bed. Till Sara walks into the kitchen and SQUEALS like Ned Beatty as Bobby Trippe in Deliverance. something bad is gonna happen. We did not hear banjo music, then oweeeee weeeee eeeeekkkkk

Now ya'll all may know, I am skeered like heck of spiders. I do not like them, nope, not a bit. I also do not like Cave Crickets, which the house in Dripping Springs was infested with. But spiders, and I am squealin!

But for the wonderful Miss Sara Hammer? Ants. Ants make her scream

So she is screamin, and finding more anns, and pitching a first line major hissy fit.

And I sorta hollered at her to calm down.

As a guy, I know better. But my emotions got the best of me.

Well, we finally figured they are coming from somewhere in the front of the house. So out I go with the Mag light. I see the "ant highway" as my dear dad once told me they are called.

And trace it from the front of the house, to the tree in front of the house, to the cactus, to the OTHER tree, (the one the cat pees on) to the roses on the side of the house.

"Sara, may I just blast them with a litle chemistry, and we'll be done?"

Nope! She is a veggie, and likes organic stuff, and chemicals are bad. Well, I am getting kind of tired of the whole "chemicals are bad, be an organic hippie" thing. So I show her the ant highway.

"Streetgang to Heaven3, Streetgang to Heaven3, call in the airstrike, begin the napalm drop at will!"

since I am in Kalifornia, land of the fruit and nut, the hippie, the prune picker, and the lawsuit for the hell of it. I cannot obtain good chemistry. They use these silly little ant spikes, from Grants. "Grant's kills ants" they say.

Back home Texas, we have REAL ants, FIRE Ants. these things are total bastards.

The Agricultural and Mechanical Institute in College Station (where pop schooled) studies ways to eradicate Fire Ants. Heck, they even study them at UT, my school.

at home, We used Orthene Ant Stop. This stuff zorches ants in their tracks, kills the colony, kills the queen, and really really allows the ants to have a "bad time". Plus they had great radio commercials, which I cannot find a link for anywhere. Of course, it is illegal in california.

So, I can't dump a few granules of instant ant death from above. I have to spray with watered down Kalifornia stuff. Still better than Grants, but stinkey and not as fast acting. I mix up some (oh, this is at 10pm, btw) and spray the front of the house, the ant highway, the tree, the cacti, the roses, and little ant corpses wash away.

but it will be a day or so before the whole shooting match is closed down.

One of the nice things about Kalifornia is fire ants have not made it here yet, but they are coming. And when they arrive, Hippies will give in, cause once a mound of fire ants attacks your little hippie kiddo out in the yard trying to play, gets all stung up, well, screw organic. NUKE THEM.

what was the line Brandon scrawled in his journal for Marty Sheen to find in Apocalypse Now? "Kill them ALL!"

that's what we feel about ants.

And yes Dad, I took a great long, hot shower, using surfactants, and am clean.

and Sara is not too mad at me for yelling when she tossed a hissy fit.

And there are not too many more ants in the house, if they are, they are sick ones.... :>

So I hear the MAN is no longer the Majority in Texas.

I knew it was only a matter of time till my people would overcome. Watch out California, you are next. Politics is nothing! Money is nothing! The real power is in Family!

As long as California's wealthy, affluent, talented people continue to be homosexual (and there is nothing wrong with that) their census numbers and demographic can only drop or grow through immigration.

La Raza? we will continue to hump like bunnies, and increase our market share. People with Passion celebrate the Day of the Dead! Get used to Salsa folks, cause Ketchup is on its way out.

What does it all mean? Well, I do not know, but my guess is that it's time to stop categorizing people, and start enjoying life. As Armstrong Williams says in the first link, "Racism is not relative. It is not something that should be denounced selectively. Plainly, all forms of racist language are equally repugnant."

To that end, Sara and I are on our way out the door for a motorcycle ride.

What is my demographic?

is there one for bean eating, border sneaking, taco bending, biker-trash, red-sea-pedestrian who loves intelligent-beautiful girl from Wisconsin?

Wednesday, August 25, 2004

So my pals keep telling me they are listening to KUT in Austin, and they keep hearing my ex.

Finally, today, my buddy Vikram sends me a link. if you scroll a little more than 3/4 down the page, there is a photo of Rona, and 2 sound links of her talking.

People seem to think I will be mad, upset, shocked, whatever, when I hear her. And it is amazing, I am not. The only thing I am sad about is that she is in Austin, and I am not in Austin. A town I love and miss.

Sure, I think KUT could find a better promotional speaker, and looking at the photo, I cannot count my lucky stars enough that I am here now.

She blames the band for the divorce, I have a few other suggestions for causes, but really, I think the key to all that is to remember that there was this person, she was a big part of my life for a while, when it stopped working, I had the strength, courage, etc., to move on.

And now, she is part of me, part of my past, and someone who taught me a lot of things about myself.

But I gotta tell you. I am SOOO much happier where I am now. Sara holds my hand while we sleep. She puts up with me, cares about me, and does not break my things, well, not on purpose.

I want Diet Gourmet in San Jose. I keep asking Joann to ask Mauro, but he is too busy. I need someone to start this company, so I can eat well, and not have to worry about the shopping, etc...

I did not write this, I found it somewhere, and thought it was quite hilarious.

Basics of Carburetor Operation on a Motorcycle

The basic secret of carb function is that inside each carb are
thousands of tiny gnomes; each with a small bucket. As you open the
throttle, more of these gnomes are allowed out of their house and into
the float bowl, where they fill the buckets and climb up the carb's
passages to the intake, where they empty their buckets into the air

But, if you don't ride the bike for a while, bad things can happen.
Tiny bats take up residence in the chambers of the carb, and before
long the passages are plugged up with guano. This creates a gnome
traffic jam, and so not enough bucketfuls of fuel can get to the
engine. If it gets bad enough, the gnomes simply give up and go take
a nap. The engine won't run at all at this point. Sometimes you'll
have a single dedicated gnome still on the job, which is why the bike
will occasionally fire as the gnome tosses his lone bucket load down
the intake.

There has been some research into using tiny dwarves in modern carbs.
The advantage is that unlike gnomes, dwarves are miners and can often
re-open a clogged passage. Unfortunately, dwarves have a natural fear
of earthquakes, as any miner should. In recent tests, the engine
vibrations caused the dwarves to evacuate the Harley Davidson test
vehicle and make a beeline for the nearest BMW dealership. Sadly,
BMW's are fuel injected and so the poor dwarves met an unfortunate end
in the rollers of a Bosch fuel pump.

Other carb problems can also occur. If the level of fuel in the float
bowl rises too high, it will wipe out the Section 8 gnome housing in
the lower parts of the carb. The more affluent gnomes build their
homes in the diaphragm chamber, and so are unaffected. This is why
the bike is said to be "running rich".

If the fuel bowl level drops, then the gnomes have to walk farther to
get a bucketful of fuel. This means less fuel gets to the engine.
Because the gnomes get quite a workout from this additional distance,
this condition is known as "running lean".

The use of the device known only as the 'choke' has finally been
banned by PETG (People for the Ethical Treatment of Gnomes) and
replaced by a new carb circuit that simply allows more gnomes to carry
fuel at once when the engine needs to start or warm up. In the
interests of decorum, I prefer not to explain how the 'choke'
operated. You would rather not know anyway.

So, that's how a carburetor works. You may wish to join us here next
week for electricity 101, or "How your bike creates cold fusion
inside the stator, and why the government doesn't want you to know
about it."

Tuesday, August 24, 2004

Seven Castaways as Embodiments of the Seven Deadly Sins:

Yesterday's response was tremendous, and yes, thank you, I AM very lucky, and I need to remember it every day.

Rode the ST1100 in to work today. Woo hooo! that thing is a menace. I love it.

Last night Sara and I went to Krung Thai for dinner, it was so yummy, I needed a nap

Monday, August 23, 2004

Okay, my cell phone is junk. I drop it all the time, it rarely rings, and when I answer it at home, I get dropped calls, lost signal, etc... Fortunately, I have Sara, else I would get a SMS Pretend Girlfreind!

My college pal Christos is in town this week from Greece. He and his girlfreind Caroline are visiting the west coast, and staying over. It's great fun to see him after all these years. Plus he pushes me to smile more.

We took bikes out into the hills on Saturday. But Sara could not go, she had to work, all weekend. :( but we ran up to Alices, out to the coast, back through Santa Cruz. The Thing is running like a champ, but she vibrated one of the hand protector screws out I'll fix that next week. She also seems to be weeping a little coolant, I will look into that as well.

Sunday Christos & Caroline went to SF to do tourism. Sara and I did too much yardwork, and I got all snotted up. it was ickorama. Came in, and got ready to make BBQ dinner. But the greeks were running late.

So, we have a maid service. Every other Monday, the maid lady comes and cleans the house. It is like, a 'help' we clean, but every other monday, there is a good cleaning, making our jobs easier.

BUT, every Sunday night before cleaning, we have the same stupid argument. Sara likes to clean up BEFORE the cleaning lady comes. And I don't. And we have a stupid argument. Like, I am standing back, saying things, and thinking, this is soo stupid. Why WHY WHY?

She went to bed early. I felt bad. Chris & Caroline got back from SF, we had steak, that made me feel MUCH better. I went to bed, and Sara still held my hand while we slept. You know, it may sound like nothing, but when she holds my hand while we sleep, it makes me feel like the king of the world. It is absolutely wonderful

It is what I live for.

back to work

Thursday, August 19, 2004

Piglet Thing is back.

New tranny, new piston rings, new clutch basket.But it is back.

I rode to work this morning.

The Thing is back And she is wearing 17" hoops and D-208s

woo hooo

Now I gotta get Jack his 21" dirt bike wheel back, and I need to have my stock wheels re-laced.

Anyone know a good, inexpensive motorcycle wheel builder in the Greater San Jose Area?

Monday, August 16, 2004

What I learned about Pocket Bikes trying to race one this weekend.

Race Track: in stockton. there is one more race next month

Bikes: I raced my CAG knockoff, till I gave up and sold it. Mine is the half fairing, I saw the full fairing full fairing model = $365

a) Sara raced our pal Tam's YSR-50, she looked great, and had fun. It was cool. I was acting mechanic.

b) Pocketbike Bike Model, they are CAG knockoffs. sometimes called Cagllari Daytona. Performance Parts available also, regular parts

c) Fuel Cap. If the bike runs, then dies, for no reason, then restarts okay, your fuel tank is not flowing enough. Remove the fuel cap, pull out the "check valve assembly" put it on a shelf, put fuel cap back on. This killed me on the first practice.

d) Pinion, the pinion (countershaft sprocket) is a weak link. in the second practice mine spun out of the bell housing (gear box)? I had to buy another bell housing with Pinion gear at the track. The chain also bent, had to buy another chain

e) chain, adjusting the tension is critical, if it is too tight, it will break, too loose, it will spin off. When you tichten the rear axle, the chain adjustment goes all to hell. Someone could make a bundle selling a good, machined, chain adjustment block. My chain broke in the third practice.

f) tire pressure. as a side note, they run 20 - 22psi in both tires, same pressure.

g) handlebars: should be straight out, 90degrees from bike (yes, will hit fairing) for max control.

So, Saturday night I cleaned everything, thought about it, and decided to unload. Sold the bike to a guy for what we bought them for. Figuring the $40 I lost in parts costs was the price of learning about pocket bikes.

The guy who bought it from me found 2 more things:
he broke the Pull start, by pulling too hard. be gentle.

he broke the rear wheel bearings, they need to be greased, soon, and often. If I kept my bike, I would pull the bearings, and go to a bearing warehouse, and try to replace them with a quality sealed unit.

Final notes:
I really had fun, and definitely got my money's worth out of the bike
If you are going to play, they are great bikes, and lots of fun
if you are going to seriously race pocketbikes, buy a Blata, Polini, or euro bike, the Cag take too much work

If you want to have more fun, and have a big budget, buy a Derbi 50 Super Motard, and race that in the mini bike classes. Or a Yamaha TTR-125-L so you can race, as well as go dirt riding.

It was a fun weekend, I spent time with my sweetheart, I got sunburned, I smell like 2stroke oil, and no one broke any bones.

Friday, August 13, 2004

I hate persimmons. I hate them. They are the most abhorrent things in my world. Well, there is one guy high on my shit list, but other that that, it is persimmons I despise.

When I first moved out here, my rental had a big BIG persimmon tree in the back yard.It dropped these giant orange crap-bombs all summer long. Like huge warm, fly covered balls of cow poo. and I had to scoop them up or be deluged.

I tried to eat one once, it made me want to barf.

So, anyhow, my neighbor Florence has a small persimmon tree. it is on the fenceline of our yards.and it has started dropping the wee, not-mature, not yet full size crap-bombs on our roses and driveway.

I got out of the truck today, and stepped in one. I would rather have stepped in dog poop.

I really hate persimmons.I kicked it toward the street, but really, just knowing it is there....along with her cat JoJo, the pisher....... Maybe I should throw persimmons at the cat.

Only good news?

got home, and 3 packets arrived,
1) Those Magnificent Men and their Flying Machines, from netflix, which my folks took me to see at the twin pines drive in, when I was a young munchkin (reminds me, I want to see the old Rheinbeck Airdrome) (no, not comfused with Daring Men and Jaunty Jalopies, which I also have in my rental queue)

2) Mobile PC magazine, which my pal Chris Null edits. He is also a Chick-Fil-A fanatic

3) pack of 3 movies, Taxi 1, 2, & 3, from eBay from Hong Kong. French flick about speed and madness.


Yesterday Sara had her eyes checked for some stuff, she was dialated pupil lady.

today, same. dark glasses, HUGE black pupils.

she is still beautiful, however.

Thursday, August 12, 2004

I'm not sure, but I think she is evil.

She sits in the parking lot, and calls me.
"come out and play!"
"work is boring, lets go to lunch!"
"I can SEE the Calaveras Reservoir hills from here! lets play"

So maybe I took an hour and a half for lunch. Maybe I went a little farther than neccessary. It's okay, I have caught up at the office. It IS a beautiful day....

Then I stopped for lunch. That's when the evil part came out.

I was getting ready to go, and she distinctly said:
"leave your jacket in the side bag. I'm big and strong, I will protect you, leave the jacket"

of course, I did no such thing. Roadrash due to lack of jacket only happens once. No, NO NO I must resist.

Put on helmet, jacket, gloves, saddle up, get on the highway to go back to work.

and I hear:
"i KNOW things. Let me show you!"
"you don't want that XR650 back, she is a wheelie slut, I can do that"
"the weather is great, lets go to Cabo San Lucas"
"I have gone faster, I know how to get off the hook from the cops, GAS IT"
"My last owner knew things, I learned most of them, c'mon, twist the grip!"
"mmmm, what a day, go get the blonde, lets go ride. Sara WANTS a ride"

while I am trying to commute back to the office.

I mean, these aren't bad things, they just are slightly bad.

"I mean it! SATAN WANTS A CHERRY POP! let's go to Sonic, c'mon......"

woo hooo. I LOVE this bike......


I was telling my pal Joe how much I like this new bike, and maybe it is cause I am over 40, and , as usual, Joe brought me back to earth, reminding me which of us is the more forward thinking. :)

He is the best.

Welcome to adulthood. By Joe G.

Adults buy what they want; make the payments if necessary; and use it.
No old restores to save time and money.

Adults finish projects in a prudent time to utilize them.

Adults have money left over after they buy something.

Adults fly there, rent a car, then stay in a hotel.

Adults stay in hotels and sleep in their own hotel beds; not tents;
mobile homes only acceptable if occupied by 2 or less.

Adults never say, "I'll never get that drunk ever again".

Adults understand that if the cost of the thrill is 3 months in
traction, it is not worth the TIME.

Etc etc etc.

I am in love all over again. Bought the new used Honda ST1100. This is a BIG sport touring bike. A 1991, with 102,200 miles on the clock. It was owned by a pal's riding partner, very well maintained and serviced, and OH my GOD, what fun to ride.

Woo HOO!

It is physically the largest motorcycle I have ever owned. My harley has more cc's of motor, but this one is HUGE! It has hard luggage, i can lock, it will carry all the camping gear, it will easily cruise coast to coast.

OH my. (I'm excited, can you tell?)

it is silver. it is sleek, it is sooo fast.

Sara and I went to test it, she took it for a ride in the heat of the day, but came back and said "it's okay, kinda reminds me of the old Slash bike"

I took that as a yes.

So bought it from Ed, who is a good guy. He is running his late father's business, Triple O Systems, they make ozone water treatment systems.

Sara rode it home, I drove Ed home, picked up the spare seat, some parts, and promptly got lost in the Santa Cruz Mountians. Ed lives off Skyland, I got lost on Miller Hill Road. I want to print this map out and go back there on the Dirt bike. it was brilliant.

Finally got home, switched seats, and took a ride around the neighborhood, while Sara made a delicious Salad, we ordered Metro Pizza. Yahoo. And watched Roman Holiday. Gregory Peck, a young Audry Hepburn, twas glam, twas spectacular, reminded me I should wear a suit everywhere I go.

We took a hot tub, and went to bed way too hot.

Woke this morning, packed the ST, my backpack fits in the sidebag, and off to the AAA. In California, if you are doing a title transfer "in state" and are a AAA member, they do it there. Mo long lines at the miserable DMV

Riding up the highway was a joy. People got out of the way. I am on a BIG damn bike. BIG I tell you. And comfortable. Parking lot manuvers are still difficult and tank like, but once at speed, it feels just like a tiny bike. Well, except it isn't, and it is harder to lane split, etc...

Got to the AAA, did my business, saddled back up, and headed to work. I really like this bike.

I was riding to the office, and the most odd thought entered my mind.

There are TWO people I want to ride this bike.

first, Greg, Sara's brother in law, in Wisconsin. I do not know why, other than I think he would like the bike, and he is tall enough to make it look like a normal sized bike. Unlike me, which looks like a midget on a motorcycle.

second is my Mom. She hates bikes, and hates that I ride, but motorcycling is truly my passion, and I hope, just once, she could go for a ride with me, know what it feels like, and maybe, just maybe, understand me a little more.

And finally, I have the right bike. it is large, comfortable, stable, and has a comfortable back seat.

well, maybe, who knows? Miracles happen.

Well, off to work

Wednesday, August 11, 2004

it has been a crazy few days. work is going insane, but am trying to keep it all together.

Monday Matthew took delivery of his Dodge Sprinter. Mine is supposed to arrive in 2 more weeks.

Yesterday our pal Flash was in town, so we went for a motorcycle ride out old Santa Cruz Highway, to a Thai restaurant in Soquel, for yummy yummy food.

On the way over, I took the Bullet into a corner way too hot. Scraped the footpegs (usual) but it sprung up, and straightened out, and forced me to the side of the road, where I accidentally gave Flash a demonstration of the offroad capabilities of the Royal Enfield Bullet.

I skid around the berm, fortunately there was dirt, the rearend came a little loose (the bike, not mine) and we took a quick little offroad excursion, got back on road, and had to shift down to regain power.

it was , uhhh, exciting? :)

Woke up this morning, called the hot tub water tonic guys, they have some solution to the enzymes they sell, and the white gritty spoo in our tub. Got voicemail, will get back to them

Rode over to meet Ed, a freind of Alan my realtor. Ed's father passed away (natural causes) a year or so back, and left Ed his Honda ST-1100 sport touring bike. Ed wants to sell it to a good home. I think I am a good home.

We will chat about money this afternoon.

It will fill a void, and be coolness. Large enough that it has luggage, and would be great for touring and camping, nimble and sporty enough to take on twistey roads, and looks like an old guy bike, so I do not need a sporty replacement for my hawk.

the downside? I don't have garage space, it may need to live in a cover outside.

the upside? good price.

the coolest? I can share it with Sara, who often wishes for a bike with saddlebags

will see where it goes.

I hope Alex at Fastline is finished with my XR soon, I need it. I miss it.

Saturday, August 07, 2004

so had a bunch of folks over, had bbq, it was swell

August 4th 2003 I had surgery, and they removed the testicle, then did tests after to see if the cancer spread

August 6th, 2003, I found out it had, and I would have to do chemo or radiation, or die.

Well, I had a party, cause that was a year ago, and is now past.

Tim McGraw has a song out now about it.

He said I was in my early forties

with a lot of life before me
when a moment came that stopped me on a dime
and I spent most of the next days
looking at the x-rays
Talking bout the options
and talking bout sweet time
I asked him when it sank in
that this might really be the real end
how's it hit you when you get that kinda news
man what'd you do

and he said
I went sky diving
I went Rocky Mountain climbing
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named BluManchu
and I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter
and I gave forgiveness I'd been denying
and he said someday I hope you get the chance
to live like you were dying.

He said I was finally the husband
that most the time I wasn't
and I became a friend a friend would like to have
and all the sudden going fishin
wasn't such an imposition
and I went three times that year I lost my dad
well I finally read the good book
and I took a good long hard look
at what I'd do if I could do it all again

and then
I went sky diving
I went Rocky Mountain climbing
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named BluManchu
and I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter
and I gave forgiveness I'd been denying
and he said someday I hope you get the chance
to live like you were dying.

Like tomorrow was a gift and you got eternity to think about
what'd you do with it what did you do with it
what did I do with it
what would I do with it?

Sky diving
I went Rocky Mountain climbing
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named BluManchu
and then I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter
and I watched an eagle as it was flying
and he said someday I hope you get the chance
to live like you were dying.

well, I've B.A.S.E. Jumped, so I don't need to sky dive
I'v ridden team penning, but never bulls

that kinda leaves me with the "Love Deeper" and "Spoke Sweeter"
and I am trying those real hard like. Sometimes I forget, but I keep trying.

and really, I want to spend more time with my friends.

Friday, August 06, 2004

i am working from home today, as I am trying to get ready for an impromptu BBQ tonight. and it is whack

i am so tired

but, it is fun to see what is going on during the day in my neighborhood.

the lady who rents the house across the street is having an affair with the yard man. her husband left for work around 9:30, and they yard man arrived at 10. he stayed for lunch, then left around 1. I am morally opposed, but, the guy does leave his trash cans out all week, and he yells at his kids.

what else?

my neighbor Orrie walks at noon, this is cool. he is propably in better shape than I am

OH, and the trash truck only shakes the cans ONE time, not TWO times. this is why my can is full of trash

well, that's it.

more later

Thursday, August 05, 2004


a pal was bitching at me this morning, and I just snapped. Here it is.

I am so sick and tired of all the Mike Moore crapola. So he made a film. Yeah, Bush is wrong. But it is just dragging on and on, and people are trading one fanatacism for another.

Guess what? I don't care for his recent actions, but GWB IS the President of the United States. Like it or not. If you don't like it, VOTE. Get your friends to VOTE. and other than that, Shut the HELL UP, I am sick of hearing it. Take action, but in a brave way. And stop whining. I am sick of the whining. Make your point, then shut up. And if you have to protest, dress nicely. I hate all the icky clothes all the nasty hippies wear to protests.

Or go to DC and march on the capitol. But don't just bitch incessantly. It does not impress me, and it does not change my mind. You think Kerry is better? OH, anything BUT Bush I keep hearing. Guess what? Kerry is owned by the corporations too. Get over it. It's politics.

REALLY want to make a difference? Get involved at the local level. Change your City Council. Take Part in the school board meetings. Get off your lazy, fat, protesting, whining asses, and make a change in your local community.

Guess what? you are NOT saving the environment by riding a bicycle. Especially when you put it in your car and drive 30 minutes to wherever you go to bicycle.

Want to save the environment? Plant trees! Work with your local neighborhood to landscape road and street medians. Plant gardens by the sidewalk. Get more things growing, and not just a fine St. Augustine grass yard. BIG TREES!

And have your damn car tuned up. Really. Driving that crappy 8 yr old Volvo with all the Greenpeace bumper stickers is more harmful to the environment than all the people you protest. Take it to Jiffy Tune and get a tune up so you stop belching crap into the atmosphere.

Hybrids? Kiss my ass. Those batteries have to get charged from somewhere? You think electricity comes from magic wires? It is generated, at a plant. Probably a coal burning plant, if not a nuclear plant. So STFU, I am tired of hearing it.

George Carlin said it best in one of his routines regarding people who think they can save the planet "They just want to make the world safe for their Volvos" This planet will shake us off like a dog with a bad case of the fleas. Imagine the arrogance to think a person can save the planet. This planet has been here a damn long time.

I read the most wonderful interview with Norman Mailer this morning. He and his son discuss how to make a difference. The one takeaway phrase is 'cool' as in Politicians are cool headed when they speak. People like to listen to a calm, collected thinker. Not a ranting lunatic

So shut up, I am tired of hearing it all.

Wednesday, August 04, 2004

still no XR 650 repair joy.

but am moving closer to owning a sprinter

this just in from Tom Bobb, dogs!


1. Blaming your farts on me....not funny.....not very funny at all.

2. Yelling at me for barking.....I'M A FRIGGIN' DOG YOU IDIOT!

3. Taking me for a walk, then not letting me check stuff out. Exactly
whose walk is it anyway?

4. Any trick that involves balancing food on my nose.....stop it!

5. Any haircut that involves bows or ribbons. Now you know why we chew
your stuff up when you are not at home.

6. The slight of hand, fake fetch throw. You fooled a dog! What a proud
moment for the top of the food chain.....you nitwit.

7. Taking me to the vet for the 'Big Snip', then acting surprised when I
freak out every time we go back there.

8. Getting upset when I sniff your guests crotches. Sorry, but I haven't
quite mastered the handshake thing yet.

9. Dog sweaters. Have you noticed the fur? I diot!

10. How you act disgusted when I lick myself.
Look, we both know the truth, you're just jealous.

Tuesday, August 03, 2004

Woke at 6, checked the hot tub, which we re-filled last night. sprayed for ants, then did some chores, went in, answered some work mail, then showered.. then, well, So, this morning, my pal Joann got a call, her father is on dialysis, and had to rush to the ER. By this afternoon, all was stable. GOOD. but still hoping good thoughts for Joann.

Worked all day, got home, we will go skating tonight. (yes, on quads)

Rode over to some motorcycle thing, where my pal Mike had his sidecar and I finally got to ride on a sidehack. I have always WANTED to be the monkey (passenger) and he helped me realize one of my life dreams.

other news.

I swear I miss Austin SO MUCH.

Texas Tough, in Lipstick, Fishnet and Skates
It's Texas roller derby, and the rules are simple. Audience members
shouldn't spill their beer. And skaters shouldn't fight. Much.

August 1, 2004

Texas Tough, in Lipstick, Fishnet and Skates


USTIN, July 26 - Of course there are rules in Texas women's Roller Derby.

One unwritten rule, more for the audience, goes, "Never, never, ever spill a beer."

Another rule, also aimed particularly at the legions of male fans, says that if a Texas Rollergirl or TXRD Lonestar Rollergirl (there are two leagues, not on speaking terms) slips on beer or whatever and falls in your lap, "You can't take her home unless she says so."

For the skaters, there are rules against fighting and stuff but they are not taken too seriously.

Roller Derby, Texas style - now popping up in cities around the country - is not to be confused with the quaint Depression-era craze that sent marathoners skating off segments marking the mileage between the coasts. Or the periodic revivals marked by the aptly-named 1972 Raquel Welch film "Kansas City Bomber" or the televised RollerJams on TNN from 1999 to 2001.

Since a handful of self-described onetime kiddy rinkrats met at an Austin party and formed the Lonestar league in 2001, offshoots have sprouted in New York, Seattle, Los Angeles, Tucson, Las Vegas, Raleigh, N.C., and the Cayman Islands, among other places. And many more are said to be under way.

Leave it to Austin, which prizes its weirdness, to foster this contagious blend of high performance sport and campy theatrics called not games but bouts, fought on traditional four-wheel skates. And to field the two feuding leagues - the Texas Rollergirls (www.txrollergirls.com) and the TXRD Lonestar Rollergirls, also known as Bad Girl, Good Woman (www.bggw.com).

This is, at the very least, extreme roller skating, heavy on attitude and light on attire, the better to bare breathtaking tattoos. Social scientists may scratch their heads over the emergence of a new form of staged violence by macho women, but to the players, who don't get paid, it's easy to explain: it's fun.

"It's kind of like hockey in lipstick and fishnet stockings," said Lacy Attuso, 27, a computer publicist who goes by the rink name of Whiskey L'Amour. (Whiskey because she drinks it, she said, L'Amour from the Western writer Louis L'Amour.)

A founding member and star of the Honky Tonk Heartbreakers of the breakaway Texas Rollergirls until she was benched with a broken tibia and fibula, she said it took only one bout in 2002 to hook her. "I was instantly smitten," she said from inside an oversize Winnie the Pooh costume she donned to deliver the play-by-play for the Texas Rollergirls at the Playland Skate Center before 1,100 fans on Sunday night. "Girls in leather and fishnet stockings beating the hell out of each other - it was a dream come true."

Others agree. "It's great therapy," said Audra Shimek, 34, a massage therapist and Desert Storm veteran, who skates for the Rollergirls' Hell Marys as Misty Meaner. But she insisted, "I would never hurt somebody; we all know how far we can push each other."

The players are hard to stereotype. "They're 21 to 45, married, single, gay, straight, moms, teachers, every walk of life, tattooed and not," said Melissa Joulwan, 36, a freelance creative director who skates under the name of Melicious for the Hotrod Honeys of the Texas Rollergirls.

The scoring is arcane, sometimes baffling the referees themselves. The two competing teams each field five players: a pivot who sets the pace, three blockers and a jammer who starts in the back and fights her way through the pack, racking up points by lapping teammates and rivals while fending off body blows and shoves. There are four periods broken into two-minute jams and ties are decided by sudden death overtime.

Though perhaps not as naughty or X-rated as it pretends to be, it is still, many of the women gladly concede, an erotic playground where Barbarella types fill out the action by instigating assaults that everyone insists are real.

The skating injuries certainly are real. "Four months and the stupid bone will not close," said an unhappily sidelined Julie Underwood, 32, a librarian whose broken shoulder took her out of action as Vendetta von Dutch of the Hotrod Honeys. The Lonestar Rollergirls tabulate their collective injuries on their Website: fractured and broken tailbones, broken wrists, broken ankles, countless hangovers - and "two pregnancies."

"I hate to say that but it's a male fantasy thing," said Louisa Brinsmade, 41, who skates as Mau-Mau for the Lonestars's Hellcats in their bouts at the Austin Thunderdome. On the other hand, said her teammate, Sarah Luna, 24, a paralegal and bartender who helped found the Lonestar Rollergirls and now skates as Lunatic, "another woman once proposed to one of our players." The offer was declined.

The Lonestar Rollergirls fractured in April 2003 with members walking out to protest differences with management and an accident that dissidents said was not covered by insurance. Also, the Lonestar skaters favored a banked track while the breakaway players preferred a flat surface.

Both leagues field four teams of similar archetypes, but play is only within each league, a handicap when the same four teams have to keep playing each other.

In addition to the Hotrod Honeys, a girl gang in black and pink; and the Hustlers, 70's divas in purple and silver, the Texas Rollergirls have the Hell Marys, parochial-school girls in red-and-black plaid; and the Honky Tonk Heartbreakers, rodeo sweethearts in blue-and-white gingham.

The Lonestar Rollergirls have the Hellcats, 50's vixens fixated on hotrods and switchblades; the Putas del Fuego, bad ladies with a taste for blood and tequila; the Holy Rollers, bullies of the parochial schoolyard; and the Rhinestone Cowgirls, country -western gals given to chicken-fried violence.

The Texas Rollergirls' semifinals and championships are coming up Sept. 26 and Oct. 24, while the Lonestar Rollergirls have games coming up on Sunday and Aug. 22.

Monday, August 02, 2004

This weekend Sara and I rode over Mt. Hamilton, then out to Lake Millerton, by Fresno, for a campout. It was long, hot, tiring, but fun. Sunday we rode home. I need to clean my harley, my riding gear, and my camping gear

home is good

other links and news.

I want to like him, but the lying has to stop

This is so incredibly cool, a web page full of Secret Fun, to help you waste the day. Great collection of vintage pictures

Lunch Boxes are weapons. Watch out. My kid sister had a barbie box that's put a hurtin on anyone. But banning them? we have become a nation of wimps. Behold, the new, less dangerous type

thank god for the Japanese. Miniskirts = good economy? I never learned that in college economics, but I like it.

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