Stole this from the kemosabe blog of fun and adventure.
"If you are doing something you would do for nothing- then you are on your way to salvation. And if you could drop it in a minute and forget the outcome, then you are even further along. And if while you are doing it you are transported into another existence, there is no need to worry about the future"
I wrote something long and stupid. I deleted it. Then i wrote....Aluminum Seat I built a week or two ago. I don't have enough money to pay the late registration on my bike Yet I have enough spare time and am wealthy enough in scrap aluminum. Life is a strange mix of shit sometimes. Don't have a break light or plate rigged up yet but it's been on a test ride or 3. Is it OK to say I don't like it? Spent too much time on it. Learned a lot. Just doesn't flow with my bike though. Whhahhhhh whaaaahh boo who?
This is the Corner of my Street on any given night. I live at the corner of Moore and Gaines in San Diego. I'm not really saposed to be living there so don't tell your sister. The morning after I took this picture there was an Astin Martin Vanquish parked right there. And this pumpkin turned into a horse carage. I didn't get that picture so we'll say it never happened. San Diego...Blankets Optional.
Sacramento's own Trash Talk at the Casbah. Way back when The Bronx played. I took lots of photos of the bronx. But it's fairly difficult to focus and keep a death grip on the camera in the middle of a riot. Plus I got let out the super secret side door durring the last song.
I believe this gentleman's name was Dex Romwerger or somthing close. His face was stuck in this position. He seemed satisfied with himself...and I enjoy using the word gentleman. Cobra comander How I look during a good pee. Twas a early show, everyone seemed a bit sleepy. Still rocked it. Go take a bath.
Coastie? Mike's bike. My old house, is a classy little joint. Lots of memories. Enjoyed many a beer here. Bums, always stop by to bum a smoke and have a heart to heart. Touching. Some photo's I took while hanging out in Ventura for the weekend. Twas good times. Should of road bikes more though.
Got a new bike on the cheap. Checked a few things, decided to give it a tester run up to North Hollywood. It rained a bit. I broke down. I was saved. I was hungover. It was a blast. Friend told me the more you break down, the more you realize the less you need. I don't know this bike yet. I brought alot. Battery was slowly dying. Fouled plugs. South Los Angles. I need knew alt shoes, and possibly a volt regulator. No headlight from hwy5/101 north split to alverado. Spitin and sputtering, splitin lanes and backfiring right next to car windows. Trying to hold the laughter in and push it the last ten miles. No go. Party's on ice. Thanks for the lift Jeff. Good friend's give you a cold beer to take with you to their shower. Thanks Danny "Limetime" Mcginnis.
If I ever had a chance to design my own shoe, they would be the original Vans, but they would look like my foot. Flesh colored, long toes, and bruises all over. Rolling your ankle skating crap lying around the shop is thrilling. Does this mean I'm getting old? If it's iced with pizza rolls and beers perhapse...
Shot the dabbers again. With Wild Weekend. More of the same. Bad photos made ok with digital gimmics. I'm getting frustrated with myself as of late. Magazine, or book, or postcard series comming soon. Break even, break even, break even, and eat.
Building another anti fix bike. Not using an old schwinn this time. Just a fuji. This will have a fairing as well and be a bit more streamline. Painted the frame last week in my pro paint book. My paint apprentice looks on.
Shot The Dabbers last night in San Diego. Mostly because I like their music and haven't shot chit for days...make that weeks...well besides random attemps at making things outta aluminum. Oh and I shot with a fish and fake film....so shoot me! I spent the 7 bucks on beers.