Sunday, January 16, 2011
B.B. King by Tim White and this one by Zack Arias. For those of you that are photography buffs you know that these are some pretty big shoes to fill. I think she did a great job and am very pleased with the results. There were two images that we both liked but I can't decide which one I like better. One I think looks more like me, and the other is a more interesting photo. Instead of thinking too hard I just posted them both.
Monday, November 8, 2010
IN DEFENSE OF THE SPORTSTER
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
BACK IN THE SADDLE AGAIN: AND OUT OF IT AS WELL
Over the last two years I went from an uninspired truck driver/equipment operator to a middle school science teacher and came back full circle to an unemployed (by choice) truck driver. The two years I spent teaching was a huge learning experience. I learned that I can do things that I never thought were possible for me to do. I learned a tremendous amount about other people, how to build relationships, how to manage crowds and how to manage my own feelings. I also learned that just because you can be good at something doesn't mean that you should spend a good portion of your life doing it. Putting it simply, just because you can be a good teacher doesn't mean you should be a teacher. In the two years of middle school teaching I think I aged ten years both physically and mentally. I learned that I wasn't into working 14+ hour days for $35,000 a year. I learned that public school teachers are the most underpaid underappreciated profession going. And the whole summers off thing is a myth, to further your teaching career you need to spend much of the summer getting advanced degrees and doing professional development courses. It's most definitely a labor of love, if you don't love don't try it!
I recently found one of my Dad's unit patches from the Air Force and I think I'm going to have it sewn to my fork bag. It reads: "CRANIUM RECTUS EXTRACTUS". Maybe it will serve to remind me to pay attention.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Which first? The good news or the bad news. . .
Today I had the pleasure of spending most of my day at the Harley dealership. I needed a new rear tire, so I called the dealership to see if they could change it while I waited. They said no problem; it should only take about an hour and a half. I got there about expecting to be home by , at the latest. Well, I'm glad I brought a book along, because around , in comes my service rep, holding a severed drive belt in his hand, and a "good news/bad news" sort of look on his face. The good news was that Harley would replace my drive belt free of charge; the bad news was that I had a brand new tire with a marred sidewall which they wouldn't replace. The service rep explained that the belt "broke" when they were giving it a test drive. The tester had been stranded and they had to trailer my bike back to the shop (I guess this explained the four hour tire change). While looking at the belt, I was wondering how and why it broke, because these belts supposedly last the "lifetime" of the bike and my bike only has 12,000 miles on it. The point at which the belt failed looked like it had been cut with a razor, it had absolutely no frays. I first thought they had over tensioned it, but if that was the case I think it would have been frayed. I suppose the reason it failed will remain a mystery, at least to me. Of course I had to wait another hour and a half for them to replace the belt. On a positive note -- I almost finished my book (It's a good book and I plan on doing a review of it in a future post).
Monday, May 19, 2008
But it's a dry heat
Yesterday was the first day over a 100 degrees this year and it's 110 right now, so I gave my Motoboss Cooling Vest a proper test today. Before today the warmest temperature that I'd used it in was 97 degrees. At that temperature it worked quite well and kept me cool for about an hour at freeway speeds (under 95 degrees I would actually get a little chilled). Before leaving work today, I completely soaked the vest (to the point that it was dripping) and it was 80% dry by the time I finished my 15 mile commute. It did, however, manage to keep my torso cool for the entire trip (I can't say the same for the rest of me). I forgot to mention that I wear my cooling vest under a Frank Thomas mesh armored jacket. The problem is that the jacket is black (I've got a Harley image to maintain ha, ha, ha), and at every stoplight it felt like my arms were going to burst into flames. Needless to say, I think I might see if I can find a jacket in light gray. The bottom line on the cooling vest is that it's great for my short commute but it won't hold up to long rides without stopping at regular intervals to wet it down.
On a side note: I'd like to thank the DPS motorcycle officer who cut in front of me today (missing my front tire by about a foot or so) and changed the course of a plastic bag that I would have otherwise avoided. The said bag wrapped itself around my rear brake pedal and my right boot and before I could free my foot the bag melted to my pipes (at least I didn't lock my rear brake in the process)!
Thursday, May 8, 2008
The same old routine
There’s absolutely nothing exciting going on in my motorcycling adventures -- only the commute to work each day. My daily ride to work only gets exciting when I have to dodge still sleeping cagers at , other than that it’s a straight shot. And I mean straight. For those not familiar with the
Monday, April 21, 2008
A clean bike is a good bike
Sunday was the first chance I’ve had to wash my bike since returning from my annual motocamping trip. She must have had ten pounds of bug guts splattered all over her and had to go to work for an entire week looking like that. Oh the shame!
Between having the flu and working a few 16 hour days in the last week, I haven't had time for much of anything. But now I'm on the mend and work has settled a bit so I can get back into the swing again.
The weekend before last, I went on my second annual solo motocamping trip. I decided that I didn’t need an epic journey, so I went to Burro Creek campground which is about 130 miles from my house. It's a desert campground so the temperatures are nice this time of year and the creek actually has water in it (year round according to the sign). The downside to Burro Creek is that it is off of Highway 93, which is known as one of the most dangerous roads in
The campground was surprisingly quiet seeing that it was at least 3/4 full. There was a great view of the bridge that spanned the gorge where Burro Creek crosses Highway 93.
I didn't do a whole lot once I got there. I read a bit, explored the creek and then returned to camp and read some more. I think I only talked to two people the whole trip. There was a couple that seemed intrigued with the idea of motorcycle camping. I showed them my camp and they were very surprised at how much gear I comfortably fit on my little sporty (I even had a 7" tv screen that hooks up to my iPod so I could watch missed episodes of South Park while on my trip). Overall it was a great trip. Not much excitement, but very relaxing, exactly what the doctor ordered.