North to Alaska, Go North the Rush is On

I took this photo when I was 21 years of age. I turn 25 in a little over two weeks. That makes my head hurt. The 40 had just won the juke bomber award or something on it's maiden voyage up to the Bay Area for the Asphalt Invitational (Rip). A lot of change, to a lot of different things in this photo. The 40 ford has had the cosmetic once over, and now is starting to get back to faded paint. The roadster pick-up, "chief" is getting fitted for a fur coat and pimp chalice, and Rick Rojas of Rojas Speed and Style in Santa Barbara, Calif. (behind the 40) just had his first son this morning. 

I've been out of Campbell, Calif. , my home for almost 19 years, a total of 6 years now. It's not that crazy to most, (especially, those of my friends who had no choice but to leave their birth places) but there is much to be explored, and far too much to learn. 

"Cuz I got my old lady back home.."

"And she makes me feel nice, ahhh ha..... so nice, she make me feel pretty nice."

This photo is awesome. Lots of leather fringe going on in this photo. And high waters were big too. Ol' Pigpen.

Ebony and Ivory.... and Leonard Cohen

Watch three....and get the fourth Free! Wild Card Bitches!

Astro not.

Space ship to another planet. Houston we have liftoff.

Rain Drops Keep Falling on my Head...

Bout to leave for a rain ride up the coast. I don't have any gloves with out holes in them. Wish me luck.

Still love this band way too much.

The Original One Armed Drummer

Moulty!!!!!!!!!

Not So Smart phone

Made it surprisingly far on the roof of a car. All the way from Balboa Park down to the airport, down Laurel. One of the steepest streets in San Diego. Phones and I don't see eye to eye.

Random Camera Phone Trickery

Working on a dock of the bay. Just not that bay.
G Street Pier. San Diego, Calif. I just wanna fish brrrrooooo. Catch me some lobbies.
Two blocks from the shop. 
Don't hear any voices on "Commodore Mathew C. Perry and his Black Steam Ships" 

Not even the ones in my head!

Just randomness. 

October 17, 1989

Today is the 21st anniversary of the Loma Prieta earthquake. I was a month away from four years old. My mom has just come to get me after work. I remember bits and pieces of the ordeal. Another kid not wanting to get off the swing set. me under the table and people in the doorway. When we got home I remember alot of broken plates, and my parents cleaning it up by candle light. We were actually closer to the epicenter then San Fransisco by about 45 miles, but SF is built on ground that is much less stable. Especially down by the water.

Perich Bro Bro

This "dude brah".....

Is almost done re-doing this truck.
Both structurally, and cosmetically. It's like sending your lady friend in for plastic surgery, to a physiatrist, and she still comes back with that "might be going to jail" twinkle in her eye.

The big chief...reborn.

On and he also blogs about hippie shit, like sustainable housing, global warming, the grateful dead, peace, love, and chicken grease, saving the ozone, why cold food is better then warm food, tax increases, maritime malarkey and ways to get the most bang for your buck on craigs list at: perichbrothers.blogspot.com

go say whats up and tell him marky mark and the funky bunch sent you.

My trusty 45

This guy is a cowboy if I ever saw one. #45, 45 cubic inches, 45 gallon hat. Tank shifting flat track goodness. I remember that ironhead in the background being just the right amount of clean and dirty too. One of my all time favorite flatrack bikes for sure. Tight, tough, and too cool for school. I should find a picture of it. I have a bunch more from 3 or so years ago at the Ventura Antique races. I used to sneek in the back of the fairground and watch the short track races through the cement barrier. Hide my bike in the bushes. Good times. How I miss living at 108 N. Ventura Ave.

They called it Stormy Monday...

But I'm pretty sure it was a wednesday. I still remember how to spell wednesday buy sounding it out like wed nes day. thanks for the tip mahw. Best guest spelling did me well.

Shot at fiesta island in san diego. I take my dog here every few days. He pees on everything. When he runs out of piss he shits on everything. Remember to spey and neuter your pets. He does have a rather large set of huevos though. I'm going to hang them from my truck hitch when he dies.

wow, rather large tangent their. Bjork is rad though. Enjoy your week kids.

Murder Malibu

They days get shorter.

The air colder, denser.

The motor; crisper, sharper, in tone and tach.

The first good rain strips the road of everything but it's grip.  

 

Up and away from the things we cling to.

West toward the waves, the hills, we slice through.

The sound and the fury, reach them before we do.

Faulkner couldn’t describe this.

We don’t have time for Bill the buzzard anyway.

 

The nocturnal scavengers hear the call.

Their nightly search for the neglected and rotting goes into high gear as well.

The squirrels, birds, and smoky bears go into hiding.

The black and blues stay far from here.

Or maybe it’s just easier to push people around in the formulaic layout of old orchard groves, cleverly transitioned into track housing.

 

Out here the road talks back.

“Hug the line, clear your mind”  

 

Coming back with nothing is what is important.

No Gas

No Tickets

No Stress

No Mistakes  

 

A stop at the summit to cool the breaks. 

Like the incoming tide, the fog slowly creeps in.

Enveloping, the beasts in a cloak to hide their tracks.

A murder’s leather gloves.

The wet air frames the guilty perfectly.

It nips at the bumper.

Warm, rich exhaust keeps it at our back as it chases us back to civilization.

Riding its crest to the shore.

We always come back for more.