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So you’re putting your bike away for the winter and suddenly “Where to next year?”!

I’ve been down some very lonely highways in my day but never gave the entire length of them much thought… well, until the fuel gauge caught my eye.  If you’re out for a sunburn, New Mexico and Texas have some long and lonely stretches – you know the ones, where you start wondering if it’s ever seen a truck much less a gas station! on a motorcycle!  That might be a good project for the winter, finding you some short scenic long stretches around the country.

Also you might consider these as some of the greatest horror flick highways you might (n)ever want to travel  😀


Where’s the quietest route in America?
Click the image to open the full interactive version (via Geotab).

The Sack Lunches

Posted: October 25, 2019 in Motorcycle, travel, Uncategorized, veterans
A fellow biker posted this adding to mail it to my friends … would rather post it for my friends.

The Sack Lunches

I put my carry-on in the luggage compartment and sat down in my assigned seat. It was going to be a long flight. ‘I’m glad I have a good book to read, perhaps I will get a short nap,’ I thought.

Just before take-off, a line of soldiers came down the aisle and filled all the vacant seats, totally surrounding me. I decided to start a conversation.

‘Where are you headed?’ I asked the soldier seated nearest to me. ‘Petawawa. We’ll be there for two weeks for special training, and then we’re being deployed to Afghanistan .’

After flying for about an hour, an announcement was made that sack lunches were available for five dollars.. It would be several hours before we reached the east, and I quickly decided a lunch would help pass the time..

As I reached for my wallet, I overheard soldier ask his buddy if he planned to buy lunch. ‘No, that seems like a lot of money for just a sack lunch. Probably wouldn’t be worth five bucks. I’ll wait till we get to base.’

His friend agreed.

I looked around at the other soldiers. None were buying lunch. I walked to the back of the plane and handed the flight attendant a fifty dollar bill.

‘Take a lunch to all those soldiers.’ She grabbed my arms and squeezed tightly. Her eyes wet with tears, she thanked me. ‘My son was a soldier in Iraq ; it’s almost like you are doing it for him.’

Picking up ten sacks, she headed up the aisle to where the soldiers were seated. She stopped at my seat and asked, ‘Which do you like best – beef or chicken?’

‘Chicken,’ I replied, wondering why she asked. She turned and went to the front of plane, returning a minute later with a dinner plate from first class. ‘This is your thanks.’

After we finished eating, I went again to the back of the plane,heading for the rest room. A man stopped me. ‘I saw what you did. I want to be part of it. Here, take this.’ He handed me twenty-five dollars.

Soon after I returned to my seat, I saw the Flight Captain coming down the aisle, looking at the aisle numbers as he walked, I hoped he was not looking for me, but noticed he was looking at the numbers only on my side of the plane. When he got to my row he stopped, smiled, held out his hand, an said, ‘I want to shake your hand.’

Quickly unfastening my seatbelt I stood and took the Captain’s hand.

With a booming voice he said, ‘I was a soldier and I was a military pilot. Once, someone bought me a lunch.. It was an act of kindness I never forgot.’ I was embarrassed when applause was heard from all of the passengers.

Later I walked to the front of the plane so I could stretch my legs. A man who was seated about six rows in front of me reached out his hand, wanting to shake mine. He left another twenty-five dollars in my palm.

When we landed I gathered my belongings and started to deplane. Waiting just inside the airplane door was a man who stopped me, put something in my shirt pocket, turned, and walked away without saying a word.

Another twenty-five dollars!

Upon entering the terminal, I saw the soldiers gathering for their trip to the base. I walked over to them and handed them seventy-five dollars. ‘It will take you some time to reach the base. It will be about time for a sandwich. God Bless You.’

Ten young men left that flight feeling the love and respect of their fellow travelers. As I walked briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer for their safe return. These soldiers were giving their all for our country. I could only give them a couple of meals..

It seemed so little…

A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a blank check made payable to ‘ United States of America ‘ for an amount of ‘up to and including my life.’

That is Honor, and there are way too many people in this country who no longer understand it.’

May God give you the strength and courage to pass this along to everyone on your email buddy list…

I JUST DID

Trip Tip 7

Posted: June 27, 2019 in Motorcycle, touring, travel, Uncategorized

TripTip7

 

 

Well … ooops

Posted: September 27, 2017 in Motorcycle, touring, travel, Uncategorized

Well I feel silly.  My last post here was in 2011… I don’t know if I just got tired of writing or I forgot I had this (I did eventually forget, obviously), I’m guessing both.

Folks have been telling me to write a blog; then I remembered I have this one already started.  Sorry I’ve neglected it for so long.

Let me do some thinking, get some memories from between that last post and now, and try to get up to speed on things.

Stick around, I’ll be bach 🙂

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Been thinking this morning (the kind of thing that gets me in trouble) and thought I would do a count of all the States I hit between May-June and late August-September of this 2010 season.  I lost my GPS in New Mexico and my nifty Harley map took flight I’m guessing somewhere in Oklahoma, so I really got around during the September trip by just saying “that-a-way”.

I could list Towns, but towns I went through – way too many (I do highways remember?).  Towns I stopped in – still quite a few.  Towns I played in – that’s all relative to ones I was invited to versus the ones I just stopped & set up shop.

I based out of Arizona and Arkansas, so I went in & out of them a lot; and, of course, always cutting through Texas to avoid some of the harsher weather.  I may have also done East Kansas one trip & West Kansas the other … just like North & South Indiana, Eastern & Western Virginia, and so on.  Unfortunately it seemed that every time I had a break to go visit with media-types it would decide to rain; not your everyday rain but a downpour that lasted for days.

I’m less organized than I should be, generally just keeping receipts to jog my memory.  For some reason I learned a lot this year compared to previous years; I’m thinking maybe its because I got it into my head to actually keep track for possible publicity purposes; but I still didn’t do a very good job of it.  I think 2011 will be a whole new ballgame… people are starting to come out wanting to get involved – I like that!

For today, I’ll stick to States… Y’all Ready??

Arizona
New Mexico
Texas
Oklahoma
Kansas
Nebraska
South Dakota
Iowa
Illinois
Indiana
Ohio
West Virginia
Pennsylvania
Maryland
Delaware
Virginia
North Carolina
South Carolina
Georgia
Tennessee
Arkansas
Louisiana
Texas
Mexico
New Mexico
Arizona
New Mexico
Texas
Oklahoma
Colorado
Kansas
Nebraska
Iowa
Minnesota
Wisconsin
Illinois
Missouri
Indiana
Kentucky
West Virginia
Pennsylvania
Delaware
New Jersey
Maryland
DC
Virginia
North Carolina
Kentucky
Tennessee
Alabama
Mississippi
Arkansas
Missouri
Arkansas
Texas
Oklahoma
New Mexico
Arizona

Nice little run-around eh?  It was roughly 18,000 miles a shot.  I was very pleased with the way the bike held up, in fact not a thing went wrong unless I made it go wrong with my tinkering.  I do have a knocking in my lifters but I think it might just be cheap gas – whenever I add Sea Foam it goes away.  I wanted to rake out the front end this winter while I’m home, but that’s a $1000 project which I just don’t have the spare cash for.  Oh well.  Still hoping one of the bike makers will come through but I’m not holding my breath.  I mean, can you think of a better road test for your bike than one of my road trips??  Everywhere I stop people ask about the bike & the customizing that I’ve done…

Above & beyond list this year… I want to thank Ed at Team Apache in Mesa, AZ for letting me call & pick his brain a little while I was on the road.  There was also a place called Golf Carts for Fun in Aubrey, TX who took the time to try & fit my trailer with new tires.   There was an Auto Zone near Bristol, VA who set me up & let me change my oil in the parking lot (the entire year I used Mobile-One 20/50 synthetic oil and Mobile-One filters so I didn’t have to go searching for a motorcycle shop).  And there was Karen who kept my equipment safe, and Tom in PA who showed me some cool places – including a shop to buy heavy leather gloves that I needed for $3… I bought an extra pair.  Oh yeah, and Sunrise Honda in Searcy, AR who cleaned up my wiring and did a flawless job of hooking up my trailer.

Enough for today.

Just Stuff

Posted: October 18, 2010 in Motorcycle, Music, touring, Uncategorized

I didn’t tell you about my last road trip out did I?  There’s actually not much to tell, it was rather uneventful.  It didn’t rain in Tennessee!  But I got buckets dumped on me in Arkansas.  I’m usually pretty good at avoiding rain, I aim between the clouds.  But if the weather is just plain nasty and dangerous, I tend to find my way right into the middle of it.

First was a detour to Lincoln, NE for Boboo’s induction into the NE Music & Entertainment Hall of Fame.  It was nice.   I bypassed Omaha and headed across Hwy. 2 along the southern border of Iowa.  That was a nice ride, I kinda took my time & just enjoyed it.  In West Virginia I couldn’t remember the helmet law so I pulled over a cop & asked for his license and registration.  Just kidding, he was already pulled over; but I did say that when I walked up to his car 🙂  Helmets are mandatory BTW, good thing he was there because I didn’t have it on.

So I hit the east coast again and then westward.

I got my hitch & wiring on the bike and picked up a trailer in AR.  Something to do while it rained.  The trailer is pretty cool.  Its a lightweight aluminum utility trailer with a canvas camper that bolts onto the top.  The camper folds out to sleep 2 people; pretty roomy & comfortable and keeps you off the ground.  I figure its a good idea for my tours so I don’t have to find a place to pitch a tent before dark or spend money on a hotel at times I really don’t need to.  I like it.

During the winter I can take off the camper and just use it for utility.  I can fit an entire solo setup in it (complete with portable generator for electricity) or I can fit the recording equipment to do remotes.  You’re real limited when just loading up the bike, so I’m tickled about having this thing around.  All right, enough about that thing.

Getting out of AR, I headed across Hwy 380 in Texas aiming for Roswell, NM.  I’m really glad I was able to take that route.  I came across 2 harvest festivals, a blues festival, a car show, and –  Oh yeah, a bike rally outside of Roswell.  I stopped at the dealer in Roswell for supplies to do an oil change but they were just too busy to help me … there was no one else in the place except for a couple guys talking about their long tiring ride from Texas (100 miles maybe, I’m impressed).

This place had vendors in the parking lot, but when I asked, no one seemed to know what was going on.  Huh??  Maybe they were just plain stupid.  I just shook my head & moved on… right through the middle of the rally in those mountains there.  It was kinda cool and the scenery was beautiful; might be worth trying to catch it next year.  Anyway, I ended up pitching camp at the Valley of Fire, which is actually a valley full of lava from the last volcano eruption.  There’s a trail of lava for miles, you cross it up on I-40 too.

So here I sit back in Phoenix wondering what’s next.  I’ve had this social media experiment going on for a couple years and I’m not so sure it works for me.  I watch other musician-types and most don’t interact with people.  They post “buy my stuff” “see my show” and that’s it.  Others interact a lot, pretty much keeping themselves in front of you.  I’m not that consistent but I pay attention to my friends.  From the people I talk to on tours and just observation, I find that most people who are into my type of music either aren’t on the Internet or only get on if they have to.  But I’ve gotten mail from all kinds of people of all ages, so I know there’s a whole lot of folks I’m not reaching.

When I started this project I was just wanting to peddle some songs, I didn’t expect that I’d be pulled back in.  But now, I need to get back the the old ways of doing things – that stuff works for me.  I mean, I’m not going to pay or enter some contest just to get a gig – which is the Internet way of doing things.  I can’t blame them, I’m sure every garage band in the world tries to get in on it and they have to weed through them somehow.  But not this guy; I’m not that hard up 🙂

Maybe I should get involved locally again.  I don’t really want to.  I have zero tolerance for people with inflated ego’s nor do I want to hear how they are working on songs and going into the studio tomorrow – which, by the way, they never do.  Well gee, if they were to help me get songs recorded they would get theirs done too.  I guess they’re doing me a favor actually.  And it’s not just here, that kind of attitude is everywhere; you know, big fish in a small pond kind of thing.  It makes trying to find people to work with really hard.

But I guess showing up at places and re-kindling old acquaintances would be a good thing… yeah, I suppose its always a good thing.  I’m having surgery on my hand Oct. 21 so I’ll definitely need something to do.  I won’t be able to work on songs except for vocals and maybe some piano.  Not necessarily get involved so to speak; been there, done that; but just get out & see what’s new.  Mostly I just get tired of the same places & things all the time, ya know?  I’m not a big phone person either for that matter…

I better end this before I start rambling again.  You guys already think I’m psycho so why help confirm it eh?  Thanks for reading though.

 

Yesterday is the past, today is the future.  Things can change in the blink of an eye.

I’ve been giving some thought to going to Bob’s hall of fame ceremony in Omaha this month.  Of anyone up there, they deserve it most.  For some 15-yrs Tight Fit played anywhere from 200 to 300 shows a year all over the country … definitely the hardest working band ever to come out of the Omaha area.

I haven’t been to an awards ceremony since the ‘80s; you might say I grew out of it.  I do miss the yearly MTV & Grammy invites though, it let me know I was remembered.  So should I go to Omaha to see people who won’t remember me for an award that had little to nothing to do with me?

It seems to be important to Bob that I be there.  Despite the fact I have to get limb pullers to get him to help me with anything, he is one of my oldest and best of friends.  In this business when you disappear for a while, you’re usually forgotten and have to start over, it can be depressing.  I should show some support.

If I do that then I’ll also head to Arkansas to pick up a camper/trailer for the bike. It’s relatively big & awkward looking, but at least the bike won’t look like the Grinch’s sled anymore.  I’m also still booked for 2 shows in the South… I should be able to pull that off.  Maybe cut myself off from the world & spend a couple weeks in the gulf.

Come October it’s time for my med follow-ups and get that surgery done on my hand.  Needless to say I won’t have much to talk about, but hopefully I can focus on studio work and get these 2 unfinished CD’s out the door.  Mostly it feels like no one wants to work with me; if I have to beg its not worth it.  Actually, if I have to ask its really not worth it either.

If I focus I can play all the instruments.  It won’t be great but it’ll be done … and getting these done – good or bad – will make me feel better.  On the other hand if I got out of here, problem solved.  People all over the world contact me about helping them or them helping me.  Only one person in Arizona has.  Ever.

I blew out my voice during a show a couple years ago; and for about 6-months I could not hold a note.  A few months later Ghetto from One Dollar Death showed up at my door with his equipment & said we were going to work on my next release.  I found out my voice came back (in some ways better) but my confidence still hasn’t, ‘cause I had told myself it was over.  Once something like that is in your head, its hard to get out – ya know?  I guess that’s why I go through so many ups & downs now, when something goes wrong it reminds me of all the times I had to quit when I didn’t want to. 

I know, I’m sure you’d rather hear: “Wow I rocked a sold-out stadium, trashed a hotel and off to the next town. I’m king of the world!”.  Tough.  If that’s the way I felt I sure as hell wouldn’t be writing anything now would I.  I don’t like talking about myself, but you can only do so much promotional crap before it starts looking pathetic.  So here I am, from me to you.  The good & the bad.

People know me by different names; and I’ve always liked that… it kept them out of my business.  But as I get older it gets harder to change character at the drop of a hat.  Fact is, I don’t want to anymore, but I don’t want to put it all together either.  There’s a lot of people out there who remember me by whatever; I shouldn’t have to explain it to the others right?

I have a lot to think about on this next trip, its what this whole summer was supposed to be about before it got ripped out from under me.  I agree it’s petty and insignificant in the scheme of things; but if you’re not right with yourself, you’re no good to anyone else.