Closer Than…

A quick "sketch" from a while back. I write a lot of these with no intention of turning them into anything larger. They may find their way into some finished piece...but who knows. I like them just the way they are, for now. Enjoy! Your breath tickles my neck. It...

XV950 Bolt Exhaust

This is a post about motorcycles. You have been warned!

I own a 2014 Yamaha Bolt R-Spec, Gray, also known as the XV950. I love this bike. But (always a few of those…) there were things about it I immediately wanted to change; I’ll talk about some of those in future posts. One of the big, “couldn’t happen soon enough” changes was the exhaust.

Revisions

The theme for the next bit is Revisions. We’ll start with the front page of this very site! (Go take a look, it’s good for you.) Next, we’ll start getting very serious about a few writing projects. One of these projects includes “the rest of the story” after Mr. Rain and The Weathermen…

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My Instagram account… There’s some weird and twisted shit on there

2018 Harley Davidson FXBR, Breakout

The Great Motorcycle Hunt of 2018 is over! A couple of weekends ago I bought a 2018 Harley Davidson FXBR, Breakout.

And since this damn blog shares a lot of words about riding, and since Spivey (my 2014 Yamaha Bolt R-Spec) is now in the loving hands of my daughter; you’re going to hear a lot about this 2018 Harley Davidson Breakout.

Temporal Claustrophobia

Trying to explain progress, letting go of things and being okay with the divergence of lives as they move along their perspective paths is hard; almost impossible, especially when the people you’re talking about, and explaining these things to, play important roles in your story. There’s a lot of quiet space, filled with thought and the careful construction of concepts, what you’ll say next and how to put these together in a way that won’t cause everything to collapse or explode. The places filled with words are fueled by emotion and energy; tinder just ready for a spark. And there you sit, in the center of attention with a magnifying glass focused down and sunlight beaming through the lens; nowhere to go and the whole conversation compressing the air around you.

The recent past…in writing

Douche Hat

Douche Hat

I need a douche hat…and a shitty car with a soup-can muffler.

While you’re giving me gifts, why not some mid ’90’s economy sedan with plenty of space under the hood for superchargers, turbos, cold air intakes and enough trunk space to stuff a few bass cannons so I might make my brain hemorrhage.

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Deep Thought

Deep Thought

So, a guy walks into a bar and says to the bartender,

“The Universe wants a drink.”

The bartender looks at the man for a moment and asks,

“Okay. What does the Universe want?”

The man leans forward,

“You already know.”

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New Writing Draft – The Diluvian Mountains

New Writing Draft – The Diluvian Mountains

The Diluvian Mountains were a bitter set of black and grey teeth jutting from a flood plain that was sparsely populated. Steep, tall, prone to releasing torrents of glacial flood waters at a whim, not many cities had seen a desire to set roots close by, so there were few who called the place home. The residents who did were seasonal farmers and hunters who would risk the plains during warm weather, growing fast, high-yield crops they could harvest quickly for market then return to the higher valleys to wait out winters, hunting, until the next cycle began.

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2016 Riding Season is Here!

2016 Riding Season is Here!

My Yamaha Bolt has been in the dark for far too long. Has your own bike suffered from months of hibernation?

It’s time, my friends; Winter is releasing its cold grip on the Northern Hemisphere. Everywhere the dark is receding, the snows are melting, temperamental storms are voicing change and the air is (slowly) getting warmer.

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Just Read It…

Just Read It…

“…some considered me an embarrassment to the sport and wanted me to just go away.”

We make wheelchair ramps, we strive to fight cancer, we pass laws to fight behaviors leading to diabetes. Mental Illness? Hell no, put those people away; let’s not even talk to them.

Love us one minute, ignore or hate us the next…we live with enough darkness. The constant rejection just feeds the illness; it adds to our suicide rates (and that’s when friends and support seem to come out of nowhere…after we’re dead? We needed you before that!)

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