Finally, a VACATION

Yeah, I'm getting time off. Time off that doesn't involve a loved one dying, carrying out last rites, flopping sandbags, or some other non-fun shit. Yep, selfish, and F you for thinking it. This year to date has sucked ass, and i'm fucking tired of trying to mask it. What turned things around? do you even care? as if I care either way. I'm telling you. I've got a buzz, I found some happy, and I don't care if my language goes "R".

a few weeks ago when i was in Casper, wy, out of the blue, I get a text from a frend i havent spoken to since i left Denver. a frend i ment to never forget when I left denver 6 years ago. a frend who thot i hated her. a frend i am glad to have reconnected, and hopefully set the record straight on many fronts. a frend I never officially thanked for the flowers when Sandra passed away. after some comms, I set aside some time to pay a visit to my old stomping grounds, and see her. You know who you are.

It is after several beers, laughs, shared experiences, coincidental similarities, smart-assery, and a re-weaving of what may have been a frayed friendship that I write this. I come away from this trip with a smile. A smile I haven't worn for some time now. And for fuck's sake, damn I'm glad I have found a slice of some happy that I lost. Friends are more than just people you know better than acquaintances. Friends are folks you can explode emotionally around, and they'll offer you a shoulder or an embrace to make things better. Friends are folks you make a casual statement or observation about something, and they show up later with a gift relevant to what you said. "Ding-ding".

I took this trip to see you again. I took this trip to get away from the shit I have going on in my life. I took this trip to see where you've gone, where you are, and where you're going. I hope our paths cross again, that we never let distance, time, or other's opinions influence what we genuinely share. I saw some beautiful places, interesting things, interesting people, and caught all the fish. But because I was in your company, and you shared your escapes, family, and smile, and time, that I come away from this trip with more than just memories. I will treasure this the rest of my life, and I work on an artful symbolism for us to share forever.

Thanks for being there for me, I'm always here for you. May we never again grow apart. Let's make it a motto: "Gotta Have More Fun".

Gray's Coors Tavern, Home of "The Slopper"

A double cheeseburger smothered in Pueblo chili verde and onions. Fries on top available on request. Throw in a frosty schooner of beer for best results. Need I say more?

Bonneville Vintage GP

It was either ride to the Fort Bridger Rendezvous, or head to the Larry Miller Motorsports Park and check out some old bikes tearing ass around the track. I chose bikes of course. My neighbor showed up on his HD Rokr-C mid morning for the 113 mile ride to the Motorpark. I fired up my bobber "Lil' Sandy" and we hit the road. It was a clear day in the mid 60s, with a pretty strong headwind as we ventured West.

Things got a little hairy once we hit Park City, Utah drivers are notoriously bad, and we were required to fight our way through clear to just outside Salt Lake City. It was pretty rough riding from there on out due to my bike's hardtail frame. Still had a smile on my face, though. We got to the Motorpark around noon, and we were ushered into the park with our bikes. We wandered around the open garage areas scoping out the vintage, and some newer race bikes. We saw Hondas, Kawasaki, a Yamaha or two, but mainly Brit bikes. Triumph, Vincent, and a couple BSAs were represented in various forms of dress. It was impressive seeing these aged bikes all in running, well, racing condition.

We then cut through one of the pit garages, across pit row, to the safety wall adjacent to the starting line. We had a great view of the bikes as they were mashalled to their places ready for the race.