Ms M's Place

lets open up this pit!

2012-01-21T14:57:00.000-08:00

juliet, if this is just your 1st hardcore song, then i cant wait for your 2nd! bring it babe! lets open up this pit!

omg i love her!

juliet you rock! please become the megathrash superstar that you're destined to be real soon!
(otherwise i may just have to do it myself, lol)!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uU6U-8LP1DY
www.myfirsthardcoresong.com

sopa and pipa stopped for now!

2012-01-20T16:39:00.000-08:00

13 Million flexed their right to free speech, and YAY, sopa and pipa have been struck down for now! loud and proud peeps! loud and proud!

On January 18th, 13 million of us took the time to tell Congress to protect our free speech rights on the internet. Hundreds of millions of people all around the world saw what we did on Wednesday. Check out the numbers here.

The largest online protest in history has fundamentally changed the game. We were heard.

On January 20th, Congress shelved the bills indefinitely.

WOW! Our activism may have changed the way people fight for the public interest and basic rights forever.

Under the US Constitution we have the First Amendment Civil Right to Free Speech. Yet the Senate only "postponed" the calendar event of January 24th...

So it's not over yet folks. If these bills come back to the table we must be ready. If you're in the US, please sign the petitions and voice your opinion! Help prevent censorship! Otherwise, if either of these bills sneak through (and we all know they're sneaky like that), then my blog and so much more WILL go black, permanently.

http://www.firstamendmentcenter.org/about-the-first-amendment

http://sopastrike.com/

http://fightforthefuture.org/

censor me or my blog?...violate my civil rights?...here's my thoughts on that! (shitty pic but you get the point).

help! stop online piracy act (SOPA) is bad!

2012-01-18T12:23:00.000-08:00

do you read or write blogs, like me? or do you use the internet? how about for marketing or promotions? or for sharing files or even watching or posting youtube videos? if so, this directly affects YOU! please be aware of the harmful bills being voted on next week that could censor all of us AND all of those uses. please vote NO! please sign the petition FAST!

by signing below you are telling congress; dont censor the web!

https://www.google.com/landing/takeaction/
http://fightforthefuture.org/pipa/

(direct from google) Fighting online piracy is important. The most effective way to shut down pirate websites is through targeted legislation that cuts off their funding. There’s no need to make American social networks, blogs and search engines censor the Internet or undermine the existing laws that have enabled the Web to thrive, creating millions of U.S. jobs.

basically SOPA and PIPA will censor the internet, therefore censoring you, and me, my blog, your website, those youtube videos...

warning ~ ms M rant; undermining existing laws is EXACTLY how the auditing firm arthur anderson rose and fell in 1999. (taking my career with it - and i was one of the good guys). by politicians (senator lieberman) eroding the enforcing bodies (AICPA) with overriding legislations which completely diminished AICPA's organizational powers of responsibility, further allowing for corruption and unethical practices due to crazed checks and balances. basically we turned around and gave the power to assholes to took advantage. end result...scandals at tyco, enron, worldcom, global crossing.... get it?!

we the people need to learn the historical lesson.

we need to show Washington DC that they have lost our organizational and individual trust.

we need political leaders that are pro-internet.

we need to stop allowing government to further erode existing laws and legal bodies.

(another M rant as) now my mind goes to the banks, the bailouts, the changed and changed again legislation, the fact that history repeats with (check it) stuff like the apparently forgotten bank collapse of the great depression (what year is this again?), furthering my anger...and furthering my examples...grrr! fuck! come on people! we've got to get wise to these f'ers!

we need organizational responsibility. we need governmental responsibility.

we do NOT need excess legislation.

we do NOT need to support or follow those that clearly do not have technical competence to lead.

we do NOT want the government taking away our individual rights to protect our own content.

we do NOT support censorship.

wikipedia has gone dark today in support of stopping sopa. and i will too.

too much is at stake – please click the links and sign the petition. please vote NO on PIPA and SOPA! or else...

2011 to 2012. Fire Woman! Smoke she is a rising...

2011-12-26T23:30:00.000-08:00

In 2011;

I got it; Some of the best decisions are not necessarily easy decisions.

I had to walk away; there were a few assholes in the crowd.

I reconnected with (and experienced huge loss of) fabulously important people to me.

I was a part of a few true rescues, witnessing sadness hope and goodness all of grand magnitude.

I felt huge frustration; I qualified for, and had to back down from, the 11 day 11,000 mile Iron Butt Rally. Bob's just not made for it... :( sigh...

I experienced great accomplishment and helped raise a little $$ by completing the Wheels for Meals Ride with friends!

I realized; if I were in my dad’s lifepath right now, it would mean I have only 10 years left.

I learned that more than ever, right now, I have to prioritize health and wellness over monetary worth.

I've wondered; if I close my eyes forever, could I say I had my perfect life?

I woke up.

And now I wash away being too serious because SHIT I actually forgot how to have fun!

In 2012, it's MY year of;

More dreams
More tattoos
More celebrations
More fitness
More food
More men
More muscle (mine)
More skin (mine)
More faces
More freedom
More fun
More grit
More goals
More miles
More smiles
More rides
More heart
More inspired
More personal
More true
More real
More change, and less ;)
Less perfect
Less rules
Less schedules
Less fears
Less influences
Less control, in order to see more, of me.

Fire Woman! Twisted like a flame in a slow dance baby...
Smoke she is a rising. Smoke on the horizon. Fire! Fire Woman you're to blame...

dingle balls

2011-12-07T20:19:00.000-08:00

(pic from www)

dingle balls, dingle balls, dingle all the way. oh what fun it is to ride...

oh wait >;-)

so i dont get it:
why do some guys wanna show off fake ones?
personally i'd rather see real cojones.

and why would ya want your balls that close to the meatgrinder?
i wouldnt put my tits there, well not deliberately anyway.
just sayin'.

lets see some really big ones... all i gotta say is run run rudolph!

happy holidays and merry merry christmas everyone!

passion and the 6 rules

2011-12-04T10:53:00.000-08:00

amazing! her strength is incredible. her physique is awesome. her grace is beautiful.

im passionate about getting stronger, healthier, happier, sexier. and im working on it.
i want to be true to me.
i want to focus only on the things that i can do with all of my heart.
i want to be my own version of "just like her".
i want to look kick ass in leather pants like these again.

so, in keeping with the 6 rules according to arnold;
1. trust yourself
2. break the rules
3. dont be afraid to fail
4. ignore the naysayers
5. work your ass off
6. give something back

passion and the 6 rules - thats where my heart is at. so what are YOU passionate about?

Inspired. Thanks.

2011-11-23T12:07:00.000-08:00

On this day I’m thankful for --

New beginnings.

A loving and happy universe.

A sober healthy vegan lifestyle.

The love of my family and friends, past present and future.

My talent. Creativity. Ambition. Strength. Drive.

My job.

The ability to give the gift of employment to others this year.
My health.

My peeps who tolerate my dichotomy of obnoxiousness and quirks.

My enemies for keeping my senses and focus strong.

My love of anything bizarro.

Blessings and Teachings.

Cats.

Bikes. Boats. Hot Rods. Planes.

The music that keeps me dancing.

Sun and Wind.

Salt flats and Sand dunes.

Sunrise and Sunset.

My higher power.

And Kurt Sutter’s inspiration to make this (his tweaked) list today.

Make your gratitude list, share it with someone you love, or not.

Wishing you many blessings to be thankful for.

Happy Thanksgiving

american woman

2011-11-18T18:52:00.000-08:00

because it's friday.

because i gotta shake it off.

because its lenny kravitz.

because it oozes a sense of freedom.

because heather graham is a fun goofball.

(and because she seems to be doing her self check breast exam in the video, lol).

american woman.

because i gotta go...

Trina Pruitt Sanchez, Ca Memorial Service info, Nov 27th 2011

2011-11-16T20:16:00.000-08:00

for those interested in attending; we would love to celebrate Trina with you and look forward to seeing everyone at the chapel, November 27th. those of us from school all know, we can expect there may be a good sized turn out. and so we ask that you please help put on this event by contributing a donation (of any size) or bring a food dish.

thank you, it is greatly appreciated!

please contact me here by comment or email: mustangsally925@gmail.com, or contact sarina or rose as shown on the flier if you would like to contribute or have any questions.

ride free and hug your loved ones my friends! xx

in memory of trina pruitt sanchez

2011-11-14T18:15:00.000-08:00

another soul rider gone. another precious heart taken from us here far too young. another spirit has gained their golden wings today. and all that knew her are blessed with her memory.

"And God will wipe away all tears from their eyes. And there will be no more death, nor mourning, nor crying out, nor will there be any more pain; for the first things passed away" [Revelation 21:4].

cancer may have taken you in body, but your light shines on bright. you will be never forgotten. and you will always be missed. i'll see you again my friend. until then...

just before ICU, when you said all you wanted to do was ride but were too weak, and i told you i would ride for you, you knew i would. thats who we are, its what we do, enzos and chrome my dear :) enzos and chrome.

we love you trina. sending out continued love light strength and prayers in support.
pegs down my friends...

for those at "occupy" with their hearts in the right places

2011-11-12T19:56:00.000-08:00

Tear down the walls
Wake up the world
Ignorance is not bliss
So fed up with second best
Our time is here and now

I am the enemy
I am the antidote
Watch me closely
I will stand up - now

We will rise
Rise above

Stereotype Fools
Playing the game
Nothing unique
They all look the same
In this sea of mediocrity
I can be anything
Anything I want to be

We will rise

7

2011-11-10T21:20:00.000-08:00

If you had unlimited funds and could have one bike for every day of the week, what bikes would you choose?

oh crap trobairitz, what a challenge you have created! its been much fun creating my garage wish list (for today), wow... here goes. (some pics from www).

hayabusa, sex on wheels!

russell mitchell - exile trike, more sex on wheels!


matt hotch designs! dont know if i want the bike or the leather pants more...

HD 883L STG I, cause i miss that bitch!

honda goldwing, now thats long distance touring in comfort! ;)

hd cvo road glide, bobs unborn bro. i will have him for a 11 day IRONBUTT RALLY! i will. one day...

and because i must...

my one, my only, my lifer bike, and my choice for 7 days a week. meet bob.

Baron's Life

2011-11-08T16:06:00.000-08:00

damn it baron, i'm worried, i haven't heard from you since February and you're not uploading comments.
where are you?
:(

time change

2011-11-06T09:07:00.000-08:00

is that cinco behind maxine preparing to throw the clock? just like he threw moms bberry? into the tub?
lol, sigh :) that is all

Wheels for Meals 2011!!!

2011-10-23T20:23:00.000-07:00

The Meals for Wheels annual fundraising ride: “Wheels for Meals” was this past Saturday and it was a success. They raised over $100K (*UPDATED 10/25) for the Alameda County CA division. And it offered some perks, like bringing friends old and new together for a great cause and for a great day. That's us kick ass chicks shadow riding the last few miles, hehe!

I remember Rina and I sending Kathy off on this ride last year. As Kathy rode away to do 15 miles, we looked over at one another and asked ~ why aren’t we doing this with her? We decided then and there, that if they had this event again we should all go for it. Well they did, so we did.

“That was great, it was easy!”, said Kathy last year. “Just two bad hills that I had to walk, no problem”. She really kicked butt, finishing 15 miles in just a few hours. Well..haha..either the route changed or someone forgot about the hard parts! Hehe…

We did a few strenuous rides in preparation, just to be sure we could finish the upcoming event. One in the Calaveras hills. And one along the Ironhorse Trail. The open roads were great! We pushed hard, had some girl time, had great workouts, and learned we could accomplish more and more with each pass. I also learned my bike is really out of spec and couldn’t hit lower gear or one entire sprocket, making Calaveras really challenging. Oh and I learned he (yes this bike is a he) really prefers to go fast, not slow…well those are in fact smooth racing tires. But hey, Livermore’s flat, the ride was flat last year, right? No problem. It’s a family ride. Right?

Wrong! It wasn’t flat! There were some hard core hills!

Although it was still a 15 mile route, this year was a little different from Kathys last event. For one, we had a group, and in this group we included family and friends, young and a little less young. ;) It was all cool because it’s a ride, not a race. And hills, oh did I mention the hills, like miles 5 - 10 were ALL hills. They changed the route! Shit!

Live life with No Regrets!

That nasty little thought crept in; am I going to make it? Miles 5 – 10 really tested me, I was just not sure I could do it. So I pushed! Hard! Hills, oh my these hills, argh! And I learned my bike has a personality. Really it is his fault. Uh Huh. He prefers fast (really fast) over slow, and flat or subtle grades over hills, so we nailed those and got the most amazing workout that I’ve had in years. I led our group much of the time! It’s just what I needed.

We kicked ass! We rocked!

I’ll put up a pictures post soon, once I’ve got them all pulled together. Meanwhile I’m thinking, I've really dug this, fast hard riding, I have loved this workout! And I loved being there in 55F temps with all those fabulous die-hard long distance riders at dawn. It was an amazing and beautiful day filled with incredible people. So while I’m pondering going further with this, meanwhile the girls and I instantly called it, next year ~ the 35 mile route!

Live each day like it’s your last!

Thank you all for your support. Have an amazing week everyone. I think I’ll go workout again now.

from out of the - 1991 oakland hills fire

2011-10-19T21:32:00.000-07:00

its the 20th anniversary of the oakland hills firestorm, the largest urban fire in US History.
in some ways it seems like remembering a lifetime ago.
in other ways its as fresh as tomorrow.

and if you were there, you might know what i mean...

15.7 miles today, fuck ya! wheels for meals ride next saturday!

2011-10-16T18:04:00.000-07:00

about halfway, along iron horse trail, in danville

lunch/hydration break at the hopyard in san ramon

now if only i could strap the bike down to bob somehow...damn hes hot...

the wheels for meals ride is next weekend. wish us luck, or play a part and donate if you can. (and if you have donated, thank you again). funny, i can get used to riding pedal powered. its a kick ass workout, its great to enjoy some fresh air with friends and meet others riding along the way, and its free, YAY! and to think, not very long ago just 2 miles was a struggle. im another pant size down too. YAY! here's my team member links one last time before the big ride:

me: https://www.wheelsformealsride.com/plogs/111/
rina: https://www.wheelsformealsride.com/plogs/112/
kathy: https://www.wheelsformealsride.com/plogs/245/
deja: https://www.wheelsformealsride.com/plogs/116/

have a great week everyone and make each day count! ride on!

friends and rides and stuff

2011-10-09T21:47:00.000-07:00

i know. face pics?!? i never do face pics. but this is special. and changes are coming.

yup, thats me, talking the nice park ranger through how to work my camera on (your screens) left, LOL. and the two fabulous chicks to (my left) your right are my girlfriends from age 5. i love those two...

we rode 7.5 miles of calaveras hills today (holy shit!) getting ready for the meals for wheels ride, called; wheels for meals! this ride is important to us. we each have someone close experiencing some not so nice effects that aging sometimes brings. its also a way that we can help or give back to others in need in the community. and we loved the idea of having an event to focus on.

try as hard as i might, ive really been prepping for this ride, i even bought an exercise bike for home. but i failed to consider the extent of demands ive been under. you might say my lifes been a little like; leading troops through battle. and (another big oops), i knew that long distance rides with bob hasnt been easy recently but i didnt consider just how bad my health had been. sooooo, todays ride kicked my ass, but in a good way. AND, things in general are getting better! YAY! how?...

ive hired another much needed staffer and now have the best team imaginable! HOORAY! training has begun...

i tried going vegetarian on a health prompted whim (i'll spare you details). good thing i did. i learned i was both pre-diabetic and highly allergic to animal proteins just a week later. since then, and with continued medical screening and drs guidance, im finding myself completely vegan and feeling close to fabulous. close.

i continue to focus on leather-work. im now hand sewing with sinew like early ancestors did and i love it! i had missed making my own stuff (i did it back in my teens). i'll have some finished projects to put up soon...

whats left? i miss the brothers of iron (with two meanings). the 2 hrs a day spent between cardio and weights at powerhouse gym. damn its been a few yrs and i really miss that defunct gym hugely! AND i need amazing all day long distance zen rides with bob and bros. first step; recognizing the importance of this stuff to me. second step; fix work demands and schedule to accommodate. NOW, third, i must find a cheap real (non meat market) gym so that i can get back to me and to bob in better health than ever.

so here we go. well here i go anyway. if i want change i have to make it. and so i am.
and you? how are you?

Bikers for Christ ordered to leave Manteca Ca Pumpkin Festival by Manteca Police

2011-10-03T13:18:00.000-07:00

Pfffttt! I find this situation disturbing on many levels... I've cc/pasted the article and we the readers/riders can develop our own individual opinions. I've also included the link back to the Manteca Bulletin at bottom of post as well as a pic of patch above for reference.

Personally, I had family at this event and believe we missed the ordeal by only minutes. I side with Chaplain Bates. Can you say "Profiling?" How about "Discrimination?" ~mq01

--
Editor, Manteca Bulletin,

My name is Chaplain Dave Bates. I am a member and chapter elder of Bikers for Christ Motorcycle Ministry.

I could not believe the incident that happened at the Pumpkin Festival Sunday afternoon. Two of my members were asked to leave the street fair by the Manteca Police because they were wearing their vest with our ministry patches on the back. They were told it was due to the shooting in Sparks, Nev., the previous weekend. We are a Christian Motorcycle Ministry, not a street gang, or even a motorcycle club.

It is the purpose of our ministry to bring the Gospel of Jesus Christ to a lost section of society, the biker world, that society has chosen not to associate with. This ministry has been operating for 21 years with no problems. I was under the impression that profiling was against the law.

I find it appalling that a beer garden is allowed to operate in the middle of the street fair where drunken people can stroll around the event, then get in their cars and drive home, possibly causing an accident where innocent people could be injured or killed. I don’t see the logic in this other than the revenue the beer garden brings in. How can this be a favorable option over allowing a Christian Motorcycle Ministry to wear their club affiliation on the back of their vest? What is next? I suppose, next people will be asked to leave because they are wearing sport gear of their favorite team. I find this whole situation appalling. Thank you.

Chaplain Dave Bates
Minister, Rushing Wind Ministries
Bikers for Christ M/M
Central Valley Chapter Elder

http://www.mantecabulletin.com/section/37/article/27924/

ahead

2011-09-21T20:34:00.000-07:00

following is an excerpt while discussing changes with ladyR

mq01... ive been thinking alot lately of my own end, and if i will be happy with all that i have done. im not ready yet, there is much still to do!

ladyR... Then get out there and start checking off that bucket list! No one ever laid on their death bed wishing they had spent more time at the office... just sayin. Luv to you and Cinco... tell Bob it's time... for a long, long ride!

damn! and wow i needed that! well said ladyR!

wheels for meals ride!

2011-09-12T19:42:00.000-07:00

thanks for building the bike flat!
time is ticking and im gearing up to roll for a cause. check it out...

https://www.wheelsformealsride.com/plogs/111/

in these tough times, i think its more important than ever to help one another and those in need, in whatever ways that we can. pay it forward.

meals on wheels is a fabulous not for profit charitable organization that my childhood friend has been involved with for many years. their focus is to check in on and feed local seniors that may not always care for themselves otherwise.

come with, let's ride! let's raise some money and awareness too.
come ride with me and friends (in person or spirit), it'll be fun, you'll see :)
im excited, i get to wear my other fav helmet :)

Lets Roll

2011-09-10T18:31:00.000-07:00

As terrorism unfolded in a series of attacks on September 11, 2001, the lives of many would never again be the same. To quote Boston air traffic control to NORAD; “This is Real World, not an exercise".

Understand and appreciate that we all share the wind. Be thankful, grateful, for each and every new day that we share here in this place. It’s because of real hero’s that we are still here.

“If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other”. ~Mother Teresa

Join me. Share the wind with Bob, Flat and I on this very tragic anniversary while we ride. Share a moment or day of silence.

We shall never forget.

universal hand signals

2011-08-24T20:04:00.000-07:00

lol! damn! ive used all of these... where's the t.p.?
i had to share...thanks for this lucky, by way of scott.
btw, ATGATT = all the gear all the time

is flat talking shit? is he wanting to leave me?

2011-08-14T19:50:00.000-07:00

yup, even flat is suggesting im a bad girlfriend. guess ive been keeping myself too busy...
check out his rant, click here

DICKS

2011-08-07T01:43:00.000-07:00

;-) check out the video...

to those in sturgis. needless to say, they've gone without us, sigh... LOL!

but hey look flat wooley, it's another corvair in the neighborhood!!!! :)

FLAT WOOLEY! a nomadic biker of the FLAT kind

2011-08-01T20:05:00.000-07:00

houseguests! YAY its flat wooley!

cinco, let him get unwrinkled man

wanna try california cuisine flat? sure you do... see, looks good, right?

here, have some coffee while you're chopping :D

ah break time, finally a minute to put the feet up and relax! but not for long...

be a gentleman and help me with my month end reports, will ya flat? i gotta pay the bills ya know. ah thanks, thats very kind of you. wow all done!

where should we go? ummm flat, hey that bikes a little tall, why dont you ride ahead of me ;) hey where's maclaylay?

the strong silent type

2011-07-21T22:46:00.000-07:00

Riddle me this

The full moon.
A new leather project.
An innocent comment.
Shavings left behind.
Senses in overdrive.
Hunger wins over, begging for more.
Begging which leads to cries, calling in the night.
Driving me home.

I didn't realize until the worst was over, I had no clue that someone might make me choose. I rejected the possibility that I could lose him without warning. All I knew was that I had to be there, for my strong silent type.

Timing and full moons can be a bitch. No surprise, my innocent comment stood true. As long as I can keep kicking ass in 5" heels, as long as I can keep riding my bike(s), as long as I can still give cinco kisses good night, then life remains pretty f'ing good.

I love you cinco. You sure got me scared baby. Good thing bob's got our backs...

wheels for meals ride!

2011-07-07T22:04:00.000-07:00

rollin' for a cause. can you help?

https://www.wheelsformealsride.com/plogs/111/

oh cinco, sorry babe, not these wheels this time....

it's on! the three muskateers from James Monroes 74 Kindergarten Class are joining forces and riding for a cause! look out shadow cliffs, (and maybe concannon winery), look out vineyard hills, cause here we come.

with these wheels?!! ...woohoo!

meals on wheels is a fabulous not for profit charitable organization that my childhood friend has been involved with for many years. their focus is to check in on and feed local seniors that may not always care for themselves otherwise.

in these tough times, i think its more important than ever to help one another and those in need, in whatever ways that we can. pay it forward. however you can.

so will you help them? can you sponsor me? or will you come out and join us?

click on the link and check it out

https://www.wheelsformealsride.com/plogs/111/

come on. let's ride. let's raise some money and awareness too.
come ride with us (in person or spirit), it'll be fun, you'll see :)

i even get to wear my other fav helmet :)

hey does anyone have a portable air compressor? damn... lol!

manamana

2011-06-28T00:25:00.000-07:00

sorry, cheap entertainment sought, see what i did...again...f!@#... lol...
but YAY for heel/toe shifters!!! :)

hey, 23 days as a ovo-pesce-vegetarian and im down 8 lbs!
maybe im just delirious...
and no dont offer me bacon! but prosciutto...lol...

custom fit - just a manic catch up

2011-06-13T20:22:00.000-07:00

whats up? where have I been? well, warning, girly rant following;

my corporate sales/use tax audit with the state of CA starts tomorrow, joy.

good thing ive realized i really do love my job, or making money, really, i do, really! how else could i keep doing 65+ hrs a week?!?... lol! joy.

ive started playing with leather and i like it, im taking tooling donations. please :)

im trying to stop working so hard. i was totally faked out and hired staff badly twice over the last yr! pfffttt! i know times are bad, i know peeps are desperate, but that doesnt make it right to fake someones way into a position that they have no right having. Seriously!!!... :(

health issues and stress have caused my dr to give me a referral to both the lab and surgery, joy. not.

im trying to avoid said surgery, so i did something that i have actually done before, ive gone practically vegan and i feel fabulous! really. joy! :)

yup no more dairy and animal proteins (besides fish or eggs) for me. so witchazel, goddess of nutrition fitness and the heavenly form, any ideas for proteins besides salmon, tuna, lentils, and tofu? :D

ive learned that i dont do groups (motor maids) well. especially when every newsletter and email starts with a paragraph or page (or two) of drama. lol. so i'll be quietly letting that membership lapse, and im good with that :)

newsflash to me, cinco really doesnt dig kids or others in his house :(

another newsflash... cinco's mom really only digs kids who visit and go home :)

ive learned that i have a pet peeve, bad grammar, LOL!

while im here, other pet peeves I can no longer ignore; big fat egos, peeps that take advantage of others, and mean people suck!

i realized im a bad girlfriend. so im not a girlfriend anymore. and im good with that :)

a certain friend must think im a flake. my baby needs attn from his shop, but truthfully i could only afford to wrench on one ride, and its almost summer with a roadtrip on the horizon, so bobs needs won. and then I saw the spot(s)…sigh…my baby’s rear-end is dribbling... :(

bob you sexy boy you! im loving the thunderheader and increased HP. shoulda done this earlier! now if only i could find some time to finish and install his (wrong colored) bags :)

i gave up, i finally did it, and this IS a big deal for me. i changed my political party designation to "undeclared"! yup, fuck 'em, not a one of the current parties have my vote anymore. from now on, its each rep on their own merits...

while im here; END CORPORATE PERSONHOOD! NOW!

oh and let me not forget... uncle sam, bank of america, greentree, national city mortgage, these org's still continue to try illegal tactics and behaviors, furthering the decline of the economy and stability of our nation. did you hear about the family in FL that foreclosed on Bof A, gotta LOVE THEM!

oh and another thing; CalTrans stop desecrating the redwoods and fucking up perfectly good roads! Save Richardson Grove! and give up or give back some of that gas tax money, damn it!

looking back over the last year, ive learned i need to custom fit quite a bit of stuff in my life; personal, professional, spiritual, recreational, educational, whatever. its all unique, its all my shit, its all got my attn, and its all me. its all good.

oh look something shiny... hey wheres flat wooley now? inquiring minds wanna know :)

did someone say roadtrip? is there warm weather and a celebration somewhere? damn i gotta get bobs bags on…

H-D Softail Deluxe Stage I

2011-05-29T20:42:00.000-07:00

What did I do to Bob you ask?!?...

:) Dumped his pipes, dumped his stock airbox, and replaced his fuel management software (aka brain transplant), and now its official, woohoo! Bob is now Stage I.
Top pic 1 is now, Pic 2 was before.

This all came to be because stock Softail Deluxe pipes sit so damn high that there's no nice way of carrying any decent storage or mounting bags. Well, I'm a girl, I have a purse, and bungies get old. LOL! I don't need a lot of storage, just enough to run out of state for a week or bike camp long distance. I need gear around the house for temps that flex +-50F's. And all research pointed to several scenarios. Either use new pipes with serious loss of power (good looks but junky attributes), or same clearance problem with interference above the rear axle (see pics), or replacing bob with a road glide (not), or... use straight up racing equipment.

Well, I'm a gear head. I will never do anything that will decrease horsepower, ever, not if I can help it. And I love my bike, so having a road glide in the garage will only be an option if I can afford it and bob as well.

So I quickly realized my plan to install bags on bob was only possible by changing his pipes. And if I'm facing the dyno for exhaust/fuel mapping on new pipes, I might as well do this right. Soooooooo..... the project slowed down because the cost went up. And of course there were a few surprises along the way. I've still got piles of parts for bob and those changes are coming up soon but the mechanical stuff is now done;

Stage I: Thunderheader exhaust. S&S teardrop airbox. Master Tune EFI programming.

And now, well, Bob screams now!!!!! just check out his dyno'ed numbers...

*special note, unfortunately this isn't the complete picture. dyno bob (seriously that's his name) had a family emergency and wasn't available to dyno my bob with completely stock equipment. so this dyno printout is with bobs new equipment but with stock HD EFI programming as the before, vs Master Tune. check out the difference the Master Tuner EFI programming alone made, the improvement is HUGE!!!

his idle is maybe two hairs lower, slight but noticeable. his bark is a serious scream now so no one can ever say they didn't hear us. unexpected perks, the pipes are not as hot on my thigh and i have more leg clearance which is VERY cool. AND...the gain in HP and Torque especially from 3rd gear and up is freakin' huge!!!

i'm getting acquainted with a whole new bob and i love it!!! WOOHOO!

whatchadoin bob?

2011-05-24T14:33:00.000-07:00

changes are coming. take a look, for bob will never be quite the same :)

funny, ive done a similar series of mod's but of lower quality before (details to come) to other bikes and never thought twice about it. but this time i am as nervous as a mom can be!!! scrimp and save, one bust ass penny and fitment issue at a time, slowly methodically finally now its time. so bob, hows that brain surgery coming?

are you done yet?

if only we all tried to be unfuckers...

2011-05-22T16:25:00.000-07:00

Tahoe House for Rent

2011-05-16T09:48:00.000-07:00

Are you riding Tahoe this summer? Or planning some winter play? Looking for ideas? Need a home away from home to rent for the weekend or a week? Then check out what my childhood friends have done with this fantastic house in South Shore!

Year round fun! Cross country or ski the slopes during the winter. Beaches, hiking Pioneer Trail, horseback riding, fishing, rafting, mountain biking, championship golf, cruise Emerald Bay, OR ride the amazing scenic 72 miles of shore during the summer.

Bike friendly, party friendly, family friendly. Perfect for weddings, bachelor/ette parties, reunions, vacations, holidays.

Local entertainment, dining, casinos, night life, and lots and lots of twisty roads right at your fingertips.

For details, check it out here; http://kettlestahoehouse.shutterfly.com/

If interested, email: rinakettle@sbcglobal.net.
Tell her Ms M sent you.

Beach and riding season is about here; Memorial Day through Halloween for sure, and I can’t wait to get out there. Who knows, maybe Bob and I will see you there…

cinco de mayo

2011-05-04T20:00:00.000-07:00

happy 1st birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday my cinco, happy birthday to you.

thank you for being my partner in crime cinco, i couldnt have asked for a better companion!

ABCD - wheres bob?

2011-05-01T15:44:00.000-07:00

A blogger Centerline Day - ABCD

Did you ride today?

streets alive was to the west today with road closures in 11 cities, and there is not much to see within a few hours north, so bob and i had only a few hours to enjoy this fabulous sunshine and decided to go east.

so where did bob go? we rode along the altamont, passed a friends shop in oakdale, and turned off onto hwy 120/49 just to make the ride a little longer. according to the signs tioga pass is still closed, and according to bobs gas gauge yosemite would be saved for another day.

today was a fun short ride to Old Priest Grade just outside of Yosemite. the video below (not mine) gives an idea of the roadway since i havent learned how to use my gopro yet :) woohoo! you'll see a split second of where i turned out, and yes...did you make it out in my pics above?!?...THATS SAND.

thanks gary, it was a great and much needed day! very cool knowing we are all out there riding the centerline together today. im looking forward to seeing my windsisters and brothers pics.

ABCD - will you take part?

2011-04-12T08:39:00.000-07:00

Maybe you would like to join in with this.....

A Bloggers Centerline Day, or ABCD, will take place on Sunday 1st May 2011.

The plan is to inspire as many bloggers as possible to go outside and take a photograph of themselves on this day, wherever they are in the world. The photo can be creative, arty, contain more than one person, be in any type of location and can contain anything else you like. It must however contain the centerline of a road and at least part of you, the blogger.

There are 5 rules....

Rule 1 - the picture must be taken on 1st May 2011.

Rule 2 - the picture must be of yourself, and you must be a person that publishes a blog. You can include whatever else you like in the picture, including other people if you wish.

Rule 3 - the picture must include the centerline of a road.

Rule 4 – you should publish the picture on your blog on 1st May 2011, along with a few words about the picture and why you chose that location or pose.

Rule 5 - when you have posted the picture on your own blog, put a comment on http://garysusatour.blogspot.com/2011/04/abcd-will-you-take-part.html and include in that comment the address of your own blog post containing your own picture.

Gary France will then pick his favourite photos and publish these as being the winners. There will be a prize of $100 awarded to the overall single winner, as chosen by Gary.

In order to get this event known as widely as possible, please copy and paste this posting onto your own blog, including the title. Please do that today!

As a reminder to yourself to take the photo and post it, put an entry into your diary for 1st May 2011.

Let’s see if we can get as many people to join in as possible.

duality or just fucking hostile

2011-04-06T20:10:00.000-07:00

Is there no standard anymore? Personal? Professional? Can we dedicate ourselves to being real, to listening, to helping others? Instead of it just being about ourselves or the damn conglomerates?

So which military colonel is gonna run this country when the US Govt shuts down on Friday? Does it mean the IRS and banks will leave us alone and let us heal now? Or will they want more from We The People instead?

If you were to take me apart and piece me back together, would there be symmetry? Would I be the same? I can’t picture it. And how about the government? If we take the govt apart, will it be the same?

Does duality make mutuality?

Is it really possible to live in two worlds at one time?

Am I fucked up or just fucked?

To my teachers, my companions, my friends; to Baby Bob and Cinco. I’m sorry. I’ve been distracted. I've been overwhelmed and lost sight of whats important. I let you get squeezed out of bed. I’m sorry. I’m fixing it.

To Mother Nature and Father Sky, please forgive us for the nuclear disaster at Fukushima. Please let the ocean and planet heal. Please let the suffering end.

Bob, trust me I haven’t forgotten. Decision made. You and Mistress need thunderheaders! I promise to empower my path AND find that money tree again.You'll have pipes soon. Ahhh, and, I smell a roadtrip coming. Maybe somewhere warm, dry. Maybe like sunny AZ...

There is magic in unexpected places. Maybe that check engine light was for me.

2011-03-28T18:04:00.000-07:00

now mother nature, i know NorCal is wet and cool, but give me a fucking break!!!..
gimme sum sun damn it. ok please then. pretty please?
pfffttt.
i wish i was in AZ for bike week.
grrrr.....

no words

2011-02-16T20:39:00.000-08:00

heros live forever in our hearts

http://www.odmp.org/officer/20744-officer-thomas-adams

officer down

in this place we have lost but our guardian angels have gained an incredible set of wings. im deeply saddened today and left with no words...

shit. a word to my valentine

2011-02-15T12:07:00.000-08:00

ms M!!! where the hell are you? where am i? and why am i not in MY bed? you know, its not nice to take me out for a nice ride, just to leave me somewhere without warning. WTF! wheres baby? and wheres cinco? damn it! i dont like this...

bob, relax, geez! i did it for your own good. didnt you notice a few mornings when your bed was unexpectedly cold and breezy? well my dear, that was someone playing with the garage and it wasnt me! grrrrr! so, i made sure i kept you safe and warm while i played with booby traps. hehe....

its time to bring you home, but you'll have to wait a little longer (sigh). seems ive gotta get over this nice new little case of pneumonia before i can stand you up....pffffffffftttttttt! sorry bob. cinco baby and i miss you fiercely. i'll get you home soon my valentine.
i promise.

PMS!!!

2011-01-26T17:10:00.000-08:00

parked motorcycle syndrome. dammit! that is all for now. sigh...

how bad do ya want it?

2010-11-07T16:00:00.000-08:00

It’s been a long strange road this past year. Sturgis, my big bummer, I thought it was on but couldn’t make happen, and that’s ok. With some talks and thoughts I eventually realized Sturgis wasn’t really my immediate need or goal, the ride was. Yup. Seriously. What I wanted, what I needed, was THE RIDE. Just one long, haulin ass, solo, kick ass, mind clearing, cleansing kind of ride. So, when my vacation plans of partying with the Gran Poo-Bah of Fun poolside in SD crashed and burned, I had to face facts. The question?! What do I really want? And how bad do I really want it?

IBA. On August 18th 2010, the anniversary of losing my dad some years past, I did it. IronButt Association qualifying ride was checked off my bucket list. It took me through the day, through the desert, and well into the dark of morning and frosty temps, and it was totally worth it! My Saddlesore 1000k, which for those of you who don’t know is a 1000 mile ride by M/C in less than 24 hours, was quality time well spent with Bob (my Deluxe). He had been whispering to me to let him out to play, so I did. I’ve done a few runs that would have qualified me for IBA before, but I never took the time to formalize it, until now. I can’t explain how proud I am of that ride!! It had been a mission of mine for many years past, now accomplished! It kicked my ass and reminded me of what I’m made of. I needed that. As soon as I’ve got the IBA license backing plate and certificate in hand I’ll be running out and getting a special something in honor of it too! I’m thrilled, stoked, proud, and I still prefer long rides to short ones. Ha!

Motor Maids. What else has been happening, you ask? Well, after 41 years of being an independent strong willed chick who could give a shit if I’m alone or understood or not.... After being stubborn and insisting on carving my own twisty road.... Of refusing to join anything or anyone other than the occasional ride, marriage, or therapy session, LOL!... After being burned time and time again by people claiming to be understanding or loving friends when they’re really not, well now I’ve come to understand. I get it. Friends, family, and people that really love and support me are more important than anything else in this world. I cherish positive empowering supportive people who dig me. And so, I did something I once thought I would never do. After personally following a fabulous and historic group of women longingly from afar for over 20 years, I finally decided to join them. No small feat for me folks cause I'm not a joiner so this is huge. It’s official, and it’s about damn time. I am now officially a Motor Maid! WOOHOO!!!!! I’m thrilled to be riding alongside these incredible women who ride (not trailer) distances long and short, and at all ages (some up through their 80’s). I’m honored. I feel a huge amount of love and pride. It’s totally cool and ok to be the outcast or rebel, but it’s even cooler to find or feel a sense of true camaraderie and real belonging.

A remaining challenge and the boys. Bob and I have been trying to find ways to ride more, year round, and it’s been tough. My work/daily demands and riding style would be better off with a Road Glide (or a bike with lots of storage). And I have a certain look I want for Bob. He’s a hot nostalgic sort that should only get better with age. But at the end of day I need miles, and I need to outfit Bob for those miles. Damn dilemma! So, ladies and gents, I had to buckle down and tweak my hopes and my checkbook cause when mod’s aren’t bolt-on, thoughtful (and sometimes expensive) planning is necessary. Hmmm... If I can just get it together...Plans and Changes... How bad do I want it...Hey, wow, this may be one of the last times that you see Bob this way... Now Senor Cinco, mi Amor, what are you working on and where did you hide my spray cans?!

check my brain

2010-08-21T01:53:00.000-07:00

I thought I had cleared all the shit from my plate. I was wrong. You know how it is sometimes, just when you least expect it, whammo, the walls cave in and you figure you might as well be done. Well, challenges keep coming so I keep adapting. I have to. Dad always used to say; "I’m not worried about you, you’ll be fine". He was right. Maybe that’s why I always tried to wear his shoes?...

I have to start treating myself better. I can’t go five years without taking some personal time off ever again. Even if I can’t afford sturgis or a dreamy trip around the world. Just turning off, tuning out, loading up, and rolling out can do the brain good.

3am Thursday I rolled in after riding 1,040 miles straight, in just over 18 hours. I hit road construction, repaving and restriping too (haha, f’ing white paint...I got it hosed off bobs front fender at some gas station around midnight), road closures, 45 degree temperature shifts, desert rain, desert heat, and neared home to be welcomed back with freezing tully fog and more rain from the Altamont Pass on through to the coast. That ride had to be done, and it had to be done alone. It was my personal best, and maybe oddly also my worst. That ride kicked my ass.

On that dark quiet desert highway, hundreds of miles from home, weirdly near where this picture was taken all those years ago, bob and I were rained on when I first noticed the puffy patterned clouds streaking in single file across the gorgeous night sky. Just like the night he died. 13 years earlier to the day.

Thanks for being with me dad. I wasn’t sure I’d make it home this time. But you were there and helped get me through.

up in smoke

2010-08-07T09:25:00.000-07:00

POOF
there it went...hear that?
what the fuck was that?!

well, that my friends, was the sound of MY TRIP to sturgis, gone up in smoke.
to everyone on the road and already there, have a beer by the pool for me!!!
...later

the wait

2010-07-25T14:02:00.000-07:00

Service checklist to my left. Long distance packing list on my right. A ton of things on my plate but at least there is a party break in sight.

Eyeballing everything left to do, the countdown has begun. And the stress kicks into high gear as I start to think I just might come undone. Cinco’s too young to leave, but he’ll be ok. Work isn’t ready for this, but they’ll find a way. I can’t afford this trip anyway, but I have to go. I’d pack up bob and leave right now if I could, if only I could, but the timing just isn’t so.

The wait, the life work, the last few years, I’ve been focusing and prioritizing based on what’s important to me. I’ve been connecting with friends old and new. I’ve been learning more about myself each and every day. And I think I now get for me what’s real important and true.

For all the years that I could have gone and didn’t. For all the times that I put other people first. For all the reasons that I made other things more important. For all the bullshit that comes with life and being a big girl. For all of who and what I am. For all of the reminders and tests leading me to who and what I am supposed to be. For all the changes in the midst. For all of my peace, my health, my sanity. For all of this, I prepare and I wait. For all of this, I roll.
I ride.

blowouts, flat donuts, and golden pussies

2010-07-18T20:30:00.000-07:00

well, what did you think i was talkin' about?!?
:)

flstn forward control conversion kit be gone

2010-07-11T19:49:00.000-07:00

SMILING BOB :) he REALLY is happiest this way...

14 months or so ago i custom pieced a forward control conversion kit together specially to my specs and used all HD parts. i used standard rubber on the pegs (rather than pretty shiny stuff) because i ride in all weather. there was no "off the shelf" kit like this available at that time for the Softail Deluxe.

above with forward controls, meaning forward standing footpeg and small softail standard/dyna brake arm and rubber. no floorboards. no heel toe shift. crashbar and hiway peg are shown in pic.

brake line disconnected. removing the forwards mounting plate from the frame (the single standing peg is mounting to this). and thats the one and only mr willyD!

stock mounting plate installed on frame. stock brake arm with large brake pedal reinstalled. see black mounting tabs that the harleygoodies extenders and floorboards will mount to.

harleygoodies floorboard adapters (which push out boards 1.25" on softails) and streetglide/streamliner floorboards installed (these babies absorb some serious vibes and are just shaped better).

from the original position, check out the difference in size, shape, and location now. the flat long footboards im holding on top for comparison are bobs stock pigboards.

check it out, no room to swivel or kick your heel around to hit the brake from the stock board.

much more natural room, ahhhhh...bob should have come stock this way.

best old pic of left side showing the forwards mounting plate (its black and blends in with frame) which housed the kickstand, standing peg, and single toe shift.

left side forwards removed, and more fun ensues...the tech that did the work at livermore hd stripped a bolt on the original frame mounting plate to the stock board, and i needed to reuse it. AND, livermore hd failed to return my heel toe shift arms and pegs.

update, livermore hd has talked alot of really nice talk about getting me back parts for bob. and i need to replace/return willyD's stuff. but i have yet to receive final word from livermore hd. can we say PISSED OFF?!?...

have hacksaw will travel, lol. original frame mounting plate reinstalled. willyD's heel toe shifter arms. notice thru the next few pics how you can flip these shifter arms around and create more (or less) room at the toes, where its needed most.

gear linkage (or shifter rod i guess you'd call it) with short spline for single toe shift. longer spline for heel toe shift arms.

without the extenders. and notice the front arm is on the inside giving more toe room.

with the extenders.

with extenders and shifter arms flipped, see the front arm and how its placements gives more or less toe room.

this project is fin!! i wish i had petunia and patience in this pic, they were present.
here's some excellent pics below that willyD took. i think they show off his great work! thank you and sorry again about the knuckle willyD.

Controls, Lean Angles - Making bikes fit, Making things right

2010-07-06T20:52:00.000-07:00

Seems I’ve gone full circle, sort off. See Bob came with heel/toe shift and long flat footboards. And I had trouble with those stock pigboards (I say that with love Bob) from Day 1. But I didn’t understand why the trouble at first. I thought he was comfy and fit pretty well stock...

Bob’s Day 2 at home, after bonding a few hundred miles, I went to put my feet down at a stop and discovered they were asleep. Hmmm, wtf?! Ok well that gave a scare (as I grinned and ran a stop). My sister was near and thought I was up to my old ways, haha. I also began noticing that I was hanging my feet way off the boards at the top and sides, way up under the brake and shift peg, with most of my feet hanging off really. And during long hauls, the very times when I need Bob most, well after 200 miles or so Bob had my feet completely cramped, tingly, rubbery, and totally screwy. I don’t have this problem on fatboys or road kings. Weird.

Well, the 96B is not a rubber mount engine, it’s a direct frame mount, so ok maybe it was just vibes. But it’s the same vibes that I had no problem with on the fatboy. Well I can dig vibes, and I kept that attitude ‘til we went down Halloween 2008. Long story short, after not listening to Bob’s warning when we rolled that AM (yes, he talks to me), I found us in an evasive maneuver and caught a center median with the left board, pinning my foot, and the rest is history and a long story. I partly blamed those boards (rather than realizing those boards probably SAVED my foot). Then in typical shop girl and accountant form, I did some research (check it out here) and I learned that the 2008 Deluxe has the worst lean angle of the entire line-up of H-D’s at that time. Go figure, less lean angle available than even the Ultras or Road Glides. Surprised me.

After having made Bob (and me) happy by putting him back together and back to stock. After riding and thinking more about the H-D specs, the lean angle, the vibes, my feet. I decided I couldn’t wrap my brain around keeping the stock long (pig) boards so I switched them out. That’s part of the beauty of having a bike, making it yours. Right? So Bob got a custom forward control conversion kit (like Dynas and Softail Standards) that I pieced together with the help of friends at my local dealership, Livermore Harley Davidson, Livermore, CA.

Fast forward. After tiring of fighting feet being push/pulled off the pegs in high winds. After installing my crashbar and hiway pegs and discovering that I’d rather LIVE wide, on my hiway pegs. After some thought and conversation. I knew what was needed. And with Sturgis and commuting daily on my mind, it was time.

Special thanks to my Salinas and AZ family, and especially to WillyD. Not only did WillyD suggest Harley Goodies floorboard extensions (which I love), but he helped a bike and friend in need and took on the project at hand. (and btw, i'll have pics up of the day, work, and changes next post).

Armed with the OEM parts from Bob’s stock heel/toe shift and board setup, with harleygoodies extenders, and with Street Glide Streamliner footboard kit (which have better shape, better positioning, and more vibration dampening than the stock Deluxe boards); we were ready for a few hours in the garage. Little did we know what we’d be in for. With mod’s comes tweaks I guess. This is where good ol’ murphy and his law comes in. I should have known...

Hey, Livermore H-D, as discussed, all over my paperwork it states; RETURN ALL PARTS TO CUSTOMER. So where did my heel/toe shifter arms and pegs go? I need them back. And why did the tech strip floorboard allens on the same/left side requiring a hacksaw for dis-assembly of the OEM boards to bracket?

Fortunately WillyD had parts we could borrow and a good hacksaw. Yes, Livermore H-D, Bob and I are not stuck, thanks for asking, we are around and about with loaner parts. And, we are waiting for your response. So, are you going to give us our parts back? They were practically new. Are you going to make this right?

with a little help from my friends

2010-06-27T18:04:00.000-07:00

Two or three years ago I put a wish out in the wind, well a few wishes really. One of those wishes was for friendships of quality people. Really really good friendships. Little did I understand how easily it works. Wish for something and mean it, work towards it, it will come true.

Since then, I’ve reconnected with childhood girlfriends who I go back to Miss Browns Kindergarten age 5 class with. I love it, we’re currently working out together 1-2 x’s a week. And I tasted my musical roots while running into a high school friend and her fabulous family at The Big Four. I even get secret pic visits from my kiwi sister who graces me with surprise appearances in the wind. And my Salinas family, what can I say?! I wish we could ride more!!!....

Little did I know what this chapter in life and this blog would come to mean for me. I’m connecting with friends old and new which bring solid true enjoyment and appreciation to my days, and for that I’m feeling blessed. You all make my life really really good. Every once in a while everyone needs a little help from their friends, and, a little fun with their friends too.

I need to go out and play. Serious play. I need to let off some steam. And I count my lucky stars that I can. I wish I could take everyone with me, especially Cinco, he’d love it and he doesn’t like when I’m away from him long, but at least I’ll have Bob. And with a little help from my friends, ok really with a LOT of help from my friends; WillyD and Carol, Viking Dave and B.B., and a surprise run for coffee by AZHD to join us; Bob is now the way he should have always been. Gotta love a great garage party! I’ll give more details on what Bob and I did (with WillyD’s help) soon. Hope you haven’t missed the skin on that knuckle much WillyD ;)

My eyes are starting to play tricks on me. I see a serious run ahead with no underlying plans or designated stops, no short days unless I want them to be. My friends riding with me in spirit. Halfway point is a sunny campsite with my sleeping bag under the stars, Bob at my side, and Presidents on mountaintop high. I see cold showers and shorts, concerts and friends, pools and rivers, black hills and roads, ahhhh, LOTS and lots of roads, mixed in with mud and dirt and a nasty storm or two. Not to mention one long running shit faced drinking anything goes kind of party, woohoo! And then a run home, with maybe a detour or two along the way, ahhh. Can I just leave now? I’ve been missing the world of fun. Can’t I just run away? LET ME OUTTA HERE!

It’s about that time and I’ve been here before. All stress and work and no play make for a dull and nutzo girl.

Before I scream and wanna undo or break everything, I’d better go. Why do I do this to myself? Why do I wait so long to get myself a serious change of scenery that I border on popping out of my skull and skin. Why do I stand in my way? Ehhh, actually I know why. Doing the right things and trying to see everything on my plate through has been all consuming. Sometimes it’s just a bitch to have feet to the fire trying to get ugly things in order. But no matter, I’m so out of here soon, I’m already gone in my head.

Bob’s almost ready. And looky here, maybe Cinco could do this?! Now, if only I can hold it together and stay away from the edge just long enough...

Let the countdown to Sturgis begin!

(internet pic-not mine. NO its not Cinco...lol...)

bikenpussyrama

2010-06-17T22:49:00.000-07:00

Bob; Hey everyone, it’s been awhile so just saying hi. So what’s with ms M? I’ll tell ya, she’s taken a few long local rides recently but no stops for pics or cool-downs. What’s up with that? She hasn’t even written about them, is she de-stressing or somethin’? All I know is she’s acting weird, heck just last weekend she made me take a bath, pfffftt! And here I thought she liked her boys dirty. Now she’s rounding up a pile of parts that I saw some pussy hanging around in, stuffing it all into a Victoria’s Secret bag (soft cloth she says). And she’s mumbling some stuff about fellow bloggers riding and wanting to make changes before Sturgis and trees growing money.Hmmm. Boy I’ll tell you, she confuses me. All I know is I’m too sparkly clean for my liking, and she’s got some new dude hanging around, and she’s saying it’s time for some decaf black chai with soy. WTF?

Cinco; Hi! I’m new here. My name is Cinco, although this other sparkly loud dude keeps calling me pussy, or was that someone else.... Even mom (ms M, but I won’t tell her I know she's mom) knew my name from day 1, its Cinco. Hey there! I’m 9 wks young (a little younger than my keeper, this “ms M” whatever chicky mom, thought). I’m 3 lbs, jet black with faint deep stripes and flecks of tan and brown, and woohoo I just got all my milk teeth in. Wanna feel? I’m eating 11 oz’s a day yumm (up from 3 oz), and I finally got over some weird yucky skin stuff so my hair has now grown in and I’M HOT, see?! I can walk skip hop run and charge without falling down most of the time now too. So what’s up with this new mom of mine, ms M? I think she likes to trick me. Does she think she’s my boss or something? Hmmm.. Anyway, see, she was hanging out around my cave (she calls it the bathroom) in this deep round thing with a book so I thought I should check it out and find her lap. Well shit, I didn’t know that it was REALLY deep water. She calls it a tub. And I’m betting now that she got in there just to get me to do this thing called a bath. Grrrrr.... Hey, so what’s this stuff called soy and who drinks that shit anyway?!?...

Hey, Ms M? (says bob) Are we rollin’? Is that soy? What’s up? Whatcha up to? Hey, is that the pool at the Nugget? Ummm, Hey, you know you need to be home in time to feed me (says cinco), right?!?...ms M?!

SOLD!

2010-06-08T21:17:00.000-07:00

The day I closed escrow, a stoplight before reaching my new place, I watched a man pull up to the car ahead of me, jump out, run over to the car, and proceed to reach in, pull the driver out through the window, and start beating shit out of him, right there in the intersection, right in front of me. A low key low crime family friendly neighborhood and this guy didn’t care what he was doing or who saw. Wow. I felt like I was back in Oakland. I fled about a block and called 911. And I feared this could be a bad sign. I called my friend the Realtor and told her the situation. She asked if I wanted out of the property, that we could figure something out, and I said no. I thought surely it was a fluke.

Minutes later, getting to the door of my place and inserting key for the first time, I noticed something weird. It was a woman’s purse. Scattered along the hillside of my property (and later determining it included my backyard), I find a stolen purse with lots of related personal possessions including; CD’s makeup and ID’s. Big sigh. Oh ya, there was a shoe too, how could I forget the shoe. Pfffttt. Another fluke? Or was this a bad sign? Quickly I learned that local law enforcement wasn’t going to be of any help, and that the activities included neighborhood kids partying and hiding; at my place, on private property, breaking and entering. I was a kid and I partied, I tore things up, but I never disrespected someone else's shit. And I just don’t understand those that do.

The girl next door had HD license plate frames and stickers everywhere so I thought; cool we’ll get along, she’s into bikes. But immediately I hit interference. There was a cap on how many properties were allowed to be rentals and that’s normal. But suddenly, while I had been told there was no problem, strangely I wasn’t allowed to rent mine.

Ok. Well, I’m a quiet respectful and congenial neighbor so no reason for problems. I moved in. While moving in, when I told her I was going to get a trailer for one of my parking spaces (not telling her it was for my bike, but the reasoning didn't matter in my opinion), she nixed it. “The HOA doesn’t allow trailers or boats” she said, and leaving out a little fact that SHE was the HOA. Really I said, that’s not in the CC&R’s I told her. Have you seen those trailers? They’re cute clean and not unsightly I went on, but she didn’t care. Less than 3 days later I got a supplemental, the chick had arbitrarily changed the HOA rules without resident or voter approval.

One of her pretty little HOA rules was no motorized vehicles in back yards or patios. So, I had no choice, my bike went in the house. Hehe. Wouldn’t yours?

Then the bitch bitched, and the HOA fined me, about the fence, and the yard, and the tree, the gutters, the shed, the satellite dish, the walkway lights, the graffiti, the vandalism, the hillside fire hazard crap that consisted of her trash, and crap I forget the rest. And meanwhile, her HD license plate frames and stickers went away. Hmmm. Is this feeling like harassment? Discrimination? Hmmm.

So, just to test me a little more and make me a little busier, I also had my loan refi go bad. Jerked around from one banker to the next, then one lawyer to the next, from one fuck up to the next, lots of money and lots of time burned, and lots more getting fucked up along the path. I went from a jacked up loan refi, to failed loan mod, to ruined credit, and surprise public auction with a complete violation of my civil rights, to foreclosure status. And all the while I wanted the place, I wanted to pay for the flipping place, and at the original value. I tried, I did all the right legal things, talking to all the necessary people, and to no avail. It was still my place. I wanted that place. But the HOA bitch next door had no idea how done and pissed off I finally was.

Ahhh but Karma has a way of working things out in the end...

2-3 years or so later, yes, this fight took that long, SOLD! By Short Sale. The new owner has it rented, go figure, they let her and not me?! In the big picture, it will take maybe 2ish yrs for me to recover financially and buy again. Cake. On the other hand, my short sale just set the property comps in the area. And oh so sad feel bad for poor little HOA bitch, I just devalued your property too, and oh, its by over 50%! Bet it takes HOA bitch 10+ years to recover from that.

That karma, she sure can be a bitch...A much bigger bitch than any (wannabe biker) HOA bitch tries to be. :) SOLD! And I’ve gone riding. Maybe I'll shop my next bigger better place while I'm out, muahahahaha.

wheres ms M?

2010-06-07T14:30:00.000-07:00

its that time of year again...GOODGUYS PLEASANTON!

theres lots happening here... i'll have details up soon.

555 - just stuff

2010-05-22T17:26:00.000-07:00

Waves bro, lots n lots o’ waves. ;-D What crazy flipping times these have been. In the past year, I’ve learned some things, faced some things, decided to change some things, threw up my hands over some things, and have had karma remind me of some things. Stop searching damn it, I’m not lost and I’m not unhappy, I just have to create change. Ok. Well, with that lady luck also brings some options and my luck is changing, I’m making it. There are good things ahead and I’ve been having some recurring dreams to drive that home; a kitten coming to me in a parking lot, an embedded warning, dad’s spanish gold and tigers eye ring mysteriously appearing on my finger yet it’s been gone for years, living on the water, kayaking at dawn,.. just vivid weird dreams, just stuff. Is it intuition? Instinct? Heart’s desire? Change?

I knew he found me the minute I saw him. On the car ride home he didn’t even cry. Even though he couldn’t walk very well he was determined to pull himself up and out of the box wanting into my lap. And he’s been curled up into me ever since.

Cinco de Mayo, on the streets that American Graffiti was filmed; I met my 5th cat. As the story unfolded that day, the little one opened his eyes and took off looking for me. Hanging out near where his Aussie Shepard buds spend their days, suddenly seeing the world for the 1st time, little one traveled solo into a busy driveway and put himself right in harm’s way, YIKES! Well let’s just say he’s NOT street savvy. Spotted by master locators who’d been watching him grow, little one was scooped up and safely tucked in to a quiet box with a cushy puppy blanket where he slept peacefully until I arrived.

The locator mentioned that little one should have a hispanic name, it was Cinco de Mayo. Cinco? I thought Uno, Jefe, Amor, Cielo, maybe Toro would be nice, but, little one wasn’t having it. And although I think Cujo or Chupacabra may be more appropriate (he’s mouthy), little one has made it clear. He answers to Cinco. My 5th cat found me 5 years after the loss of my previous longtime cat. And weirdly he has a few strange sweet traits of his predecessor’s; he wags his slinky long tail, kisses my nose, and prefers to sleep with his front paws on my face or head.

It’s been said that the longest distance you will ever travel is the journey from the head to your heart. I needed little one and I’m thrilled that he’s home. Now if only Cinco could install this next complete pile of parts for bob while I’m at work. Hmmm, back to heel/toe shift and floorboards Bob? Wait is that shock dampening street glide boards? Looks like even Cinco doesn't dig the stock boards, LOL! And harleygoodies extenders? Excellent! Cinco, hey are you sleeping again, can you handle wrenches yet? No don't chew on the wrench sweetie. Come meet Bob..

motorcycles martinis and men

2010-05-02T18:59:00.000-07:00

The choices are endless. Neat or dirty. Close and personal or general and common. Hot or mild. Tall or low. Narrow or wide. Show or go. Or both. How about rusty, rock chipped, ridden? Sweet sexy or comfy? What’s a girl to do. Well, this girl starts putting together little piles of parts. I’ve not ever been much of a visionary but I know what I like, and I can be a bit of a goofball trying to get it right. Fortunately I’ve seen that the imagination can bring anything envisioned to life. Sooooo, lots of ideas, lots of projects, lots of mind clearing martinis, lots of priorities, lots of damn parts. Hahahaha...Life has brought me lots of parts. And then I realize, I’m surrounded by these flippin” parts. Everywhere I look, it’s parts. Now I’ve gotta figure out what the hell to do with all these parts. Was this just about bob’s man purse, or what?!?

Yes ladies and gents, I’ve decided, I’m done. I can’t stand it anymore. I don’t like bob’s man purse. There I said it. My purse yes, certain men’s satchels or backpacks ok I’m good with, but bob’s NO. It was a short term solution and I’m needing the long term fix. My baby has 178K miles on him and should rest. It’s bob’s turn. Damn I used to ride ms bitch more than bob, somethings wrong with this. Plus I just need to ride every day. I can’t get out on long enough runs and I can’t take enough time away from the office it seems. With the stance of the hiway pegs which I LOVE, I want to commute with him. My sanity just requires it. But strapping the laptop and case with this already bulky but too small purse/bag to bob is a bear and it’s just adding ugliness (and not really functional shit) to an otherwise good looking bike. Argh...

So I’m stuck, for now anyway. Form or function? Maybe a bit of each?
Big sucker / s&s
Duals / 2x1
Suffer / backrest
Bare / bags
Heated gear / polly heater
Open primary / closed
Jaybrake forwards / road glide floorboards
Permanent bag mount / ezbracket
Hardbags / larger leather bags
Zumo / ipod
Fairing / bullet speakers on crashbar

And that’s just my short list. Damn. When it’s all boiled down to it, life is good. Really. I have choices, we all have choices, and they’re all really damn good hard ones. Well some things are for certain; I like bob and my martinis dirty. Guess I’d better figure the rest out, it’s riding season. ;)

two worlds

2010-04-18T22:00:00.000-07:00

It happened again. I knew the minute he sat down that he wasn’t anyone I wanted to get to know well. Less than 15 seconds from approaching the bar he turned and in a loud ballsy way yelled “is this place self service or somethin”. No, the bartender will be right back I said and turned my attention to the tv on the other side of the counter. He tried to make small talk but because he continued to be a jerk I didn’t give him a whole lot of time. “So what’s a girl like you do for fun?” Umm girl like me? “Ya, girl like you”. What’s that mean a girl like me? "Well you’re a girl that lives in two worlds; you obviously have a career and have fun". Excuse me, obviously? No never mind don’t answer that, I tell him as I laugh. The whole chat had me laughing. He was a jerk but thankfully he wasn’t my jerk, hehe. And then he said it. “Where do I find a girl like you?” Damn. Is there a stupid book out there telling guys that is a good pickup line or something? So, this time (as with every time it seems), this time I mixed it up, but a little more than usual. Instead of more comedy and more chitchat, I slid my cash to the bartender (who’s starting to get to know me by now) and I said, “well guy, a few minutes ago you found me right there right then. And with that I left, not looking back.

Two worlds. That’s the only thing that stuck. After that dinner and a drink I decided to put together my crashbar and hiway pegs (and yes I call it a crashbar). Woohoo, I can’t wait to use my hiway pegs!!! Thinking about his comment, iron maiden playing, stretched out on the garage floor, I got the bar in position and was trying to tighten it down when I realized, the upper frame bolt has used locktite on it about midway up the threads. DAMN. I knew the guys at the shop did me a favor with those bolts but I didn’t think to run up the threads to the top to check. Shit used bolts. Late on a Saturday night, no shops with auto grade hardware open, and I’m on a mission to finish this. What’s a girl to do? A few minutes to think; a bowl, acetone (and gas, wd40, MEK, and no not together, lol), wire brushes, a towel (for bob, not me), bloody fingers (mine, not bobs), and TADA, a hour or so later, locktite does break loose. Woohoo!

So I’m back to pondering two worlds. And I’ve had a few long rides with the higway pegs, I LOVE THEM! But now I realize, I’m sure, I want to switch out bob’s forward controls and put my heel/toe shift back on. I don’t have room for the new boots under my shifter and brake, and that’s not comfy. I think I’ll change out the deluxe flat hard pigboards (my term of endearment, sorry, lol) for floorboards that actually have vibration dampeners in them. There’s going to be some bending to the board mounts while I’m at it, I don’t like the angle of the deluxe stock pigboards (can you tell). Hmmm...two worlds? :)

let them eat cake

2010-04-07T13:51:00.001-07:00

It’s amazing how good the little things can be. Breaking out of routines. Connecting with like minds and feeling like home. Sharing a ride with new friends and seeming like they’ve been friends forever. Looking into someones eyes and knowing without a doubt the strength and honesty of their character, and that they truly get yours as well. Friends that have your back, as you have theirs. Riding partners that you can predict and/or enjoy their every move. Its raw, its sweet, its real, for me its all part of the beauty of the ride.

It was my birthday recently. And I’ve wanted to run away ever since. Just bob and I. Just split. I still have a full plate, I’m still fighting for what’s right, and I’m not one to give up easily. I haven’t decided yet if turning 41 hit me like a brick wall or if it was just the passing of another year. The birthday was good, but it left me haunted. I was feeling lost yet found.

Does that even make sense? Lost yet found?

Maybe its a chick thing, or maybe its just me. But I’m starting to think that being out with bob actually screens alot of the bullshit out. Then again, maybe I just can’t hear over bob’s pipes, hehe. People can talk a whole lot of talk, and that’s all nice, heck sometimes its downright funny and fun. But what I’ve come to realize, what really matters to me, are those who roll up on me thru the windshield, or alongside me, or even behind me. Those who I can share one of those rare and precious rides with, literally or figuratively. The connections along the way are what truly make me happy.

I typically ride alone, always have. Most dont dig my miles, my schedule, my long days, so I enjoy the wind and pipes in quiet peace. But my birthday week I had the pleasure of meeting up with flhx dave, b.b., willyd, carol, duane, and wolf. And that ride reinforced how special good friends can be, and how rare perfect rides really are. Thanks my friends for such a great and perfect ride. I’ve had my cake now.

wheres bob?

2010-03-28T18:25:00.001-07:00

bob, wtf, where are you? anybody recognize that garage?

3 seconds

2010-03-19T09:49:00.000-07:00

The toe, it’s still broken, it reminds me it’s broken, it hurts like mad at times (like when I re-injury it, ouch), oh well. It took me 3 seconds to get my boot on. The doc may not agree with what is about to happen next, lol, but hey, feels ok to me. I did say I’d rather be riding…

Too pretty out to let my one free day pass. Honestly, I knew once I could get my boot on... Cushy wool socks and heavy new gortex boots, the foot was still a bitch but manageable, no choice to make here, 3 seconds to do the right thing and think about it, ok that’s enough thinking, gotta go. Bob stood up for me (be nice, lol), the foot didn’t completely scream, no problem. I just won’t use the back brake much, no extreme hillside stops, no quick stops, I’m rolling. I’ll pick good roads, I’ll be careful. Famous last words, right?

You know how it is when you focus on or try to downplay stuff. Notice how well that works? Nah, not going to have a problem, the foot will be fine, not going to use the back brake, blah blah blah. Ya right...

North of 12 on 5, south of 104, the plan was get as close to Tahoe or snow as possible. Enjoy the amazing blue sky and crisp winds. Maybe stay overnight somewhere and roll back early AM. Might as well since I was already riding in 45F, enjoying the brisk day seemed perfect. Just before hwy J12 the weirdest traffic happened. Thick two lanes came screeching to a stop. Yup, early on a cold Saturday morning, for no reason, squealing skidding cars nose diving everywhere kind of stop. Stopped cars ahead for literally miles of sight. And a lovely young dude in a SUV behind me was paying attention to something other than brakes. Pfffttt.

1-1000. I’m in the mid/left of the left lane. The left shoulder is mostly gravel. Right shoulder is too far away with no clear opening between us and it. 2-1000, straight up the middle cars are diving in both directions, left and right. WTF? Both directions?!? This is bad. 3-1000. The asshole on my tail is in sudden stop mode skidding and losing control pointing sideways now in my mirror. No choice, No time, Dive up the middle we go, straightening out and edging close to locking bob up. F!@# my brake foot!!! Smelling burning brakes and tires all around me was like being in a tunnel. And still I couldn’t see what on earth was happening up ahead. Not a good mix.

Thankfully no metal flew in our path. Thankfully no one made a sideways move. Thankfully I kept my head (over the foot, f!@#) and stayed focused. Thankfully everyone (other than that special young SUV dude behind me) kept their head in those 3 seconds.

Mr SUV dude spent his next 3 seconds catching up to me to apologize profusely, waving, rolling windows down and yelling; i ride, im sorry, im so sorry, god im sorry. Deep breaths. Lots of deep breaths on my part. Taking a second (ok maybe 3) to shake it off, I admit it turned out ok. And after my red face subsided and my language returned to normal (picture tourette's and hysterical laughter, it took me a second, or 3), I dropped my facemask and gave Mr SUV dude a peace wave. Not wanting anywhere near him now, back up the middle we went to the next ramp.

Bob and I changed direction. And although we found ourselves in a nasty quick stop, danced with locking him up, and faced nasty hillside stops balancing the back brake (of course, everything I said wouldn’t happen), it was about 400 excellent miles that morning. My foot was screaming so I called it and took bob home. But, I must admit, it was some of the best 3 seconds that bob and I have had recently. Then again, every ride is.

And sometimes that’s all we get. How is your 3 seconds going?

pissy, or not

2010-03-10T22:55:00.000-08:00

Warning, potty mouth and single biker chick rant throughout
>;-)

Ok so I broke a toe. No bigge right? Well… I broke the f’er lengthwise and the sob hasn’t fused. Bruise, try black and green now across my foot. Tape and cotton, check. Xrays, yes I gave in so check. Special boot for the foot bones, check. Ride? Not. FUCK THIS! Stop. Serious sentiment here. I’m going fucking nuts. I cant even STAND BOB UP. It’s really getting to me, and to bob, he’s giving me a mad-on that only a mom could love, or go crazy over. I have to dodge my way around him every morning and night. Not only is he on the charger but I may even cover him up. It’s those damn frenchy eyes of his. Looking at his pretty lights are killing me. I can’t bear this. It has been rainy floody nasty icy foggy windy cold here for MONTHS (and yes I rode in it but that gets old, or maybe it’s me that’s getting old, lol. Whatever). So WTF? It’s sunny, it’s 40F-60F out, its dry, and I can’t ride. I’m getting really flippin pissy.

So I moved to singles Mecca recently and it’s great, really. As a single chick I’m safe and happy here. I’m not surrounded by mean neighbors in a badly declining area full of foreclosures and vacancies with kids gone wild or wannabe gangs, deep sigh. I don’t feel worried anymore about the surroundings. I have all the diversity, culture, and amenities I could ever want. Note to self, learn from this and pick my neighborhoods more carefully next time. Here I can eat at a counter at any time of night after work and always have a good time. I can jog or bicycle at any hour; it’s really very cool. That is, til the guy I’m chatting with at Macaroni Grill finds out that I’m a corporate girl who rides, long miles, on a Harley, who’s name is bob. HAHAHAH… And here I thought that seemed pretty cool...A decent chick, independent, open and honest, free spirit, pays her way, has a brain (sometimes, lol), enjoys her down time with passion-riding, traveling, good food or dives, with good company, just having fun, you’d think that would be all good, right?!? Ya, hey, nice to meet you, no I’m not meeting anyone here, yes I’m single, no I’m not exploding to have kids, and you, oh yes that’s a softail, yes he’s mine, seriously he’s mine. Um, my last ride, well that was lunch in…um, Pinecrest, oh wait no sorry it was Reno, yup snow, ya a few miles away. Pffffft yikes, the look in his eyes said it was more than he expected. And then, oh no, here we go again, he asks; “where can I find a girl like you”? “Where do you hang out”? Well, I’m right here right now, for starters. LOL! Ummm honestly where can you find me; dinner out, working, riding, kayaking, working out, book stores, mom and pop coffee shops, hanging with friends or family, maybe in the garden, or a live rock or comedy show, in front of a fire somewhere, playing in the water, or with hot rods, ya that’s pretty much me. And you? What, um, back to where do I hang out, um well, here or there or riding. Come on now, seriously, dude, I can’t help you find chicks. Do ya just want to know where the girls go? Grrrrrr. I’m trying really hard not to, but lol, I’m getting pissy here.

So, Mr Macaroni Grill, a word of advice, your next 1st date, listen guy, seriously, don’t spend so much time on the tattooed chick to your left (me) instead of your date on your right (susan, it was nice to meet you btw, gentlemen shes a keeper). It’s not attractive to play two chicks at once like that, and, because I’m pissy at the moment and would seriously rather be out riding, LOL!

so...did someone say solvang?!? :)

unfaithful

2010-03-04T21:22:00.001-08:00

I’ve been bad to the men of my house. Sorry bob, sorry baby, I’ve been out playing every few and far between second I can get. And I’ve been having a damn good time doing it. New shoes, fresh brisk foggy winds, new year, bring on the next chapter please.

ps, no the vettes not mine, but i had it to play for an entire day :)

Here’s a few pics of the local wintery sights along my way. Sorry theres not much of bob in this batch, but I wanted to share what I call home with you. Wish you all were here. Now come on spring, my foot should be healed by then, (oh ya, I broke a bone or two recently, LOL). I want to get some more miles on these new comfy warm boots soon, I need a seriously LONG RIDE..... soon.

1st slideshow is hwy 92 & 1.
2nd slideshow is hwy 101 Eureka-Piercy.
1st & last pic is at the San Leandro Marina.

made for miles

2010-02-23T22:21:00.000-08:00

Love. Of self. Of life. Of choices. Of brothers, and sisters, of riders - people all the same. Of diversity. Of unity. Of family. Of friends. The respect appreciation and care that we have for one another surpasses none and reaches all around the world.

For some, riding is a lifestyle. It’s family with machine, simply thought of as part of the household, and a means to zen compared to little other. It’s engrained deep within, never far from mind or reach, not as an identifier or label, but just as a way of being. It’s an unspoken understanding, a homecoming, a brotherhood. And for others, for some, it’s a weekend hobby or occasional travel choice, or a luxury maybe, maybe just a symbol, and maybe a temporary unknowing fill for something void deep within ones heart or soul.

I know who I am and where I come from. I know my story, my character, my strengths. I know my past, and many of my mistakes. I’ve been looking into the shadows with flashlights and high beams. And even if I’m not sure how or why I find myself here now, I know I got here, somehow, and that’s what really matters. And for some strange reason I’m starting to think that getting here might have been the easy part after all...

I keep having weird things happen. And I wonder what I’m supposed to make of it all, or not. I look back over the years on all the amazing chance meetings I have had through the windshield with people from all over the world. I think of all the places, all the fun times. And I realized, strangely, my boots have seen over 26 years of service. They’ve had only 1 sole (or is that soul, lol), have been in 4 countries, and have done probably hundreds of thousands of miles. I realized it’s time to stop worrying about shit, about doing the “right” or “wrong” thing. I give up on it, none of it really matters anyway. If I’ve lasted this long, if I’m a good person, if my boots could have managed this much, it’s time to just do what feels right, and to make some choices, for me. We should all just not stress and do what feels right. Right?

For me, it was time to get some new boots. :-D

I’m grateful to my childhood friend and her family for the warm welcome back into their lives recently. They gave me the USA Flags which I proudly laced onto my new boots appropriately their very 1st day service with bob and I. I’m looking forward to many more homecomings with fellow riders to come. And I’m looking forward to more miles than ever this year, more LONG road trips, more missions, new journeys, more dead trees. I’m hoping to see you all through bob’s windshield sometime soon.

thats gotta hurt

2010-02-11T22:14:00.000-08:00

Here we are. A really busy intersection. Probably 100 people in bumper to bumper traffic. 4 lanes wide each North and South, and 2 lanes wide each East and West. I'm approaching the light from the west, and while preparing to turn south, this crazy scene unfolds before our eyes from the north.

A car traveling south making a right turn west stalled as it entered the turn. The driver thought she would jump out of the car, taking advantage of the remaining forward motion, and push the car the remainder of the way out of the intersection and over to the curb. I will never forget what happened next. I see this woman fall out of her car while the car is mid apex of the turn and in motion. She reaches and stretches while falling to the ground trying to catch the car, the steering wheel, the door, or something. The car continues in motion, and the driver rear tire runs over her leg at about the knee. Runs OVER her leg. In a panic, the hurt driver gets up off the roadway, hobbles quickly, and makes her way back into her car, door flying open, car still in motion, and she steers the car to the curb. I sat motionless at the intersection watching at first, as this happened in only a second or two. And I watched cars go AROUND her on each side of her runaway car. I watched other cars sitting watching it all unfold at the intersection as I did. And after that brief moment that the world stopped and that woman was run over and injured, I watched everyone continue back on their way as if nothing had just happened, as if there was no living breathing thing there needing help.

I couldn’t believe what I saw. And at first, while it was happening, I hate to admit but I had this split second thought wondering... did this woman just throw herself out of that car? Is there a fight in the car? Is there someone in there that she’s trying to get away from? Is she trying to kill herself? Well, no, she was clearly quickly trying to get back to the car so that couldn’t be right. So what the hell just happened? And why is NO ONE in closer proximity STOPPING?!?

I was across the intersection and blocking traffic since I wasn’t moving along. So I did what you would think anyone would or should do...I went around the block and back to the woman, since her car had continued to roll along about a block to the west from the intersection. I raced around, parked, ran to her, and found her in tears and in pain sitting in her car. She had locked herself in, and was just sobbing.

Asking her if she was ok and while I called for emergency help, she’s crying and begins begging me not to call the police. I tell her that she’s got to be hurt, that she’s got to be checked out, that she’s full of adrenalin, and I tell her if nothing else at least we’ll know if she’s ok and have the accident documented. She’s crying and yelling “no police” at me, and that “she’s too old for this shit”, and I start to think maybe she’s on drugs or alcohol or something. Sorry lady, no choice, the calls already connected and police don’t like crank calls, they’re coming. She calmed down but admitted she’d never had a rush like that before, she kept standing and shaking, claiming she’s ok or that she’s not ok, and I continued to remind her to sit, that it was the adrenalin, and to just relax.

After it was all said and done, after emergency response crews arrived and she calmed, we exchanged business cards for contact info. And lo and behold, Rev. Marge had just had one hell of a wild day.

My loved ones will tell you, when I call and say “you’ll never guess what happened today” that braced responses can really only equal; OH NO... Hahaha. Yes, I thought I’d seen and been through it all, well... Well apparently not. I’ve not been run “over”. So now I know how people do that. And, sadly I watched uncaring people drive by. I even wondered if I had also made a bad situation worse by the manner in which Rev. Marge had originally reacted to the police call, in fear. Bottom line; Follow your heart folks, I’m glad I did today. By the way, I was the only person that stopped to help.

Rev. Marge, WOW, you are an incredibly blessed woman, you’re still here. I’m happy to have met ya, but I'm happier that you're ok. Get better soon.

Pure

2010-01-31T22:18:00.000-08:00

Pssst, lean in, a little closer, wanna hear a secret? From experiences old and new, from people that have touched my life past and present, I can tell ya firsthand, no matter how much you think you can get around it or think you might know better, the secret is simple; the heart always wins. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, you may lust for shiny or new, for bigger or smaller or better, you may think the grass is greener, you may want to be there somewhere instead of here, you may want to ride but think you can’t, you may drool over that faster sleeker toy or two, but I’m here to tell ya to follow your heart. Stop waiting, stop sitting on your ass doing nothing, and damn it stop stressing, you’re just wasting time. Because whether you hear it or not, whether you realize you’re being pulled a certain direction or not, your heart will ALWAYS try to lead, and eventually it will always win.

I’m torn in these times, so much so that I’ve been leary of writing about it figuring I might not make sense. On one hand, it’s like a case of the good, the bad, and the ugly. I’m pissed about the state of the nation, the liars, criminals, thieves, about the scams that’s doing nothing but bankrupting society, and about the screwed up priorities that we have as We The People. I’m pissed off over what crooks did to me and knowing damn well that it’s happening to others across the nation leaving families and kids homeless and hungry. I’m seriously fed up with the bullshit, hearing our very own President give one message one week and the very opposite message no more than two weeks later. Have we lost it? Have we forgotten how we rallied together after Sept 11th to take care of our own? Seeing that we do so well to contribute and help other countries, it makes me wonder, do we even know how to take care of our own anymore?

On the other hand, I’m starting to realize that I’m having a pretty good time. Granted, I can do without lawyers and the shit involved there. But I’m connecting with the most amazing past and present friends imaginable, core friends with deep meaningful connections. I’ve had folks come to my rescue just by being there, and I’ve had lots of opportunities to pay it forward, helping friends in ways I could. And, after many years of living healthy and not, for the first time ever I stepped on the treadmill (with bad knees and all), and to my surprise I found out I flippin’ love it!! Heck I have a gym here at the new place, and I have all this tension and energy to burn off, so why not. So I’m eating better (go figure, it’s cheaper too). I’m sleeping better, well mostly, haha. I’m working my ass off trying to hang on to what I have left, trying to find a way to rebuild what I had, and planning to be an even better version of self somehow. And I’m realizing, my heart has been telling me this, to do SOMETHING, all along.

I’m going to start enjoying each and every day more truly. I’m going to do what feels good and try hard to forget about what doesn’t. I’m going to pay the good stuff forward as much as I can. So to start, today I spent my only day off uncovering the boxes around Bob and making room in his new bed. And Bob, ps, I’m sorry it’s not in the dining room anymore; I know I know, I’m sorry. But hey, now that we’re getting comfy and settled in, now that we’re somewhat organized; now we can roll in and out of the place with more ease than ever before. That to me seems to be what’s important, living life happily, easily, harmoniously. And realizing that I have most of what my heart really craves makes it all feel pretty darn good. Weird, but good. Things will be ok. I just need to listen to my heart leading the way. I need to ride...

how low can you go?

2010-01-20T18:23:00.000-08:00

amidst challenges of late, ive also had some really fun times. GoodGuys Fall Blow Out was not too long ago in Pleasanton and it was a blast. they havent had such a great crowd in years!! cars and people were packed in, with eye ear and nose candy (chrome and blown) everywhere. heres a few pics that turned out, check out how low they go! :) sorry no bikes, but i hope you enjoy, this little miss motorhead did...

bring it!! give me low lopey loud and fast anyday!!

Letter to the President

2010-01-12T23:32:00.000-08:00

Dear Mr. President,

I’m an average hard working American doing what she can. I strive to be a positive productive member of the USA’s “Middle Class”. I have done everything by the book. Yet the banks are double dipping, and getting richer in the process by violating peoples rights without any recourse or reprimand. While people like me, the middle class, are the ones left suffering. As far as I see it, if someone doesn’t speak out, if something doesn’t change, if the White House continues to allow or promote this criminal, unethical, immoral conduct by the banks to continue, then we might as well consider the Middle Class at risk of becoming extinct.

Now you’re probably wondering, what the hell is she talking about? Well, I’ll try to keep it short, but the only way to explain is to use myself as an example. Here’s some highlights (condensed) of my situation which really started in 2007, it's not pretty, and it’s not over…

In 2008 creditors reduced all available credit limits and increased interest rates on existing debt beyond reach. This combined with timing of a car accident (in which I was an injured passenger) caused disability leave and student loans coming prematurely due, creating a difficult financial situation. Reaching unexpected tightening of my finances, I refinanced my home with National City Bank, but, they refused to honor the refinanced loan. I called the banks in serious warning of my financial situation and in attempts to resolve refinance situation. All requests resulted in nothing other than the run around from the banks and included serious written errors and inconsistencies in their correspondence. In addition, instead of the banks working with me, they compounded the problem with negative marks against my credit based simply on my requests to communicate requesting resolution.

While having legal advice and representation from Day One, I formally turned over all bank communication and negotiation regarding my home / mortgage to lawyers in late 2008 as a result of written erroneous and inconsistent written responses received from the banks. It was clear I needed help with these guys. Legal advice instructed me to withhold funds/mortgage payments while legal representation worked with the banks, and it made sense at the time since money talks. Lawyers everywhere said this was the state of things, and that banks will make correction once they see payments are withheld, but to no avail. The banks continued to not only refuse to cooperate in all attempts to resolve, but in addition they lied in all written documentation and communications and have further deteriorated the situation. All attempts to resolve the refinance situation have failed. All attempts to pay on the debt, at both the refi’ed loan amount and original loan amount were also refused by the banks.

In 2009, due to the ongoing legal battle, continued rise of late fees, extra deposits required (due to deteriorated credit status), rising interest rates, deteriorating neighborhood conditions, decreased income (due to lower sales), etc, now my 401K, cash savings and reserves have been exhausted. Further my surprise to find on my credit report that the second loan on my home had been “charged off” (without warning or notice) and that my first loan had been marked as "pending foreclosure", without any written notice to myself or the county recorders office (which is a clear violation of my rights according to attorneys). I now have no financial/credit standing remaining. In addition, my 25 year credit worthiness has been ruined. Ongoing attempts now to further produce a loan modification have also failed as there is no change/progress with the banks, and, they are unwilling to communicate or cooperate in any reasonable manner.

I had been willing and asking for communication to save my home. I had been willing and asking to pay on my mortgage for my home. I had simply asked that the banks fix their mistake and address the problem with the refi. Allow me to pay on the refi. Accept my payments on either flipping loan, original or refi I don’t care, just accept my payments without penalty to me damn it! I’m sure I just got caught in the flood of bank activity seeking loan mod’s but my situation could have been easily fixed, even up to last week, this shit could have been resolved. I have been a willing interested loan holder/buyer of my property/mortgage, and at the original high inflated 2006 value by the way. Yet the banks have refused to communicate and cooperate in ANY honest or ethical manner. As a result now, not able to fix refinance OR secure a loan modification, now I must short sale the property to avoid foreclosure, if I can. The banks have left me no choice. So now the banks get the property and sell it at a much lower market value. And, I have had to secure a lease on a rental to keep a roof over Bob and my heads, I have had to leave my home.

What I don’t understand is how this violation of rights is allowed? How can banks charge off loans that people want and try to pay against? That people are communicating about and trying to negotiate. How can banks put homes up for public auction (or foreclosure) without notice to the property owners or the county recorder? It’s not legal, not in California. But no lawyer has been able to get resolution, not for me anyway, not yet. Not one communication or document from the banks is consistent and factual. It smells of greed and unethical behavior to me. Speaking of…How do these bank representatives sleep at night? And what’s really got me pissed off is the knowing that this is happening to families and creating homelessness to others every day.

The banks (instead of the people) got government bailout money, let’s not forget “Hope for Homeowners”, based on the commitment to revalue properties and lower interest rates accordingly, essentially passing the funds to the American public. But the banks have not followed through. It’s funny, I hear claims of refi’s and loan modifications going through, but as much as I ask and research, I can find NO ONE that has secured either since 2008 without paying big high percentages of cash. So that’s dip #1, the banks took our/govt bailout money and refuse to use it as promised.

In addition, to compound things, the banks reduced lines of credit and raised interest rates (dip #2) and added fees on households across the country, basically strangling the public financially and creating negative credit worthiness, killing consumerism yet lining the banks pockets.

Dip #3, the banks violate peoples rights and basically illegally gain possession of homes, cars, businesses, etc., all to sell for further bank profits.

And dip #4, look out folks it gets worse so please note this one, it’s important. After people declare bankruptcy and the banks have sold all of what we’ve worked so hard for, after We The People are left with nothing and work desperately to clear our names and start over, SURPRISE… even after foreclosure or bankruptcy, if debt involves revolving credit such as HELOC (equity line of credit, very popular for some 2nd home loans) the banks are selling the debts (which is already shown with negative points on credit reports as settled) to debt collectors who 1-2 yrs later will try to further collect AGAIN from We The People (YOU HEARD ME, COLLECTING AGAIN, after showing as a settled debt, after having already created credit ruin, here we go again, bankrupt the people, AGAIN).

And the latest, I saw a news blip that I don’t have the stomach to research further at the moment, but it suggests the US Treasury has MADE MONEY as a result of the govt / banks bailout, well shit IMAGINE THAT…

So Mr. President tell me, do you really give a fuck about me? How about my rights? How about all the other families out there like me? You understand the banks have created a homeless and hopeless situation, right? You understand you have failed to support and promote the financial and credit worthiness of the USA People by giving bailout funds to crooks oops I mean banks (instead of doing the right thing and giving it to the people), right? You realize the banks are violating peoples rights like mine, don't you? You realize the situation is worsening, right? So I am back to my original question, Mr. President. Do you give a fuck about the people of the USA? About our rights? Do you? And if you do, what are you going to do to fix this? How? WHEN?!?

Signed,

Ms M (and bob), SPEAKING OUT FOR OUR RIGHTS, because damn it someone has too…

Long live freedom of speech.

Unconditional

2009-12-13T13:04:00.000-08:00

Not everyone has it. And some have maybe never even known it. Whether it's in relationships, with loved ones or friends, with our kids, with pets, or with our bikes. Depth of connection means different things at different times to different people. Yet unconditional always means the same.

The connection for some is real, it’s tangible wonderful and pure. It’s the kind of thing that only grows in strength, unshakable. To others it’s incomprehendable, or maybe sadly or even mistakenly unreachable. I believe it’s like the saying; if I have to explain it you wouldn’t understand. Unconditional has different flavors for different tastes, for different chapters in life, and maybe even includes different bikes for different times. For those of us that have been witness, felt, our bikes souls come to life, those who have lived a connection of man or woman and machine, who have maybe been tested in dangerous or powerful ways, the bond can be unconditional. With some connections (of people or bikes), it can be the backbone or frame of strength, it can provide a depth or support compared to none, or if mismatched it can be the force of crumble.

Bob always wants to scream through the night like a banshee with hair on fire. And sometimes I let him. Haha I live for those moments actually. While other times I have to be a good girl and keep him at a trot. And I live for those moments too. His seat has been just right for me from the moment we first met. His intensity brings out a passion and understanding compared to few others. Just when we think it’s safe to go out and play, that we need a ride and roll, somehow we always realize through the windshield that all we’ve got is one another, it’s our wind, and it’s all good. Bring it. Each day, each road, each is a brand new ride, shared between two close friends. Bob and I have been to places and depths that only some understand. There may be different passions for different seasons, but Bob is my truth, to me-he is unconditional.

Respecting and accepting things as they happen, letting answers come, adapting to what life brings, enjoying and appreciating people for who and what they really are, embracing past present and future, hearing the wind blow and the pipes purr, trusting instinct and taking a different road, knowing that we are all looking up at the same stars in the sky, this is all bringing a certain understanding to me that compares to none other. Learning that some things aren’t broken and don’t need fixing or help. Enjoying each day and ride as new. Cherishing each and every step and misstep all the same. Valuing and appreciating others and myself. Unconditional.

This is what I hope for everyone this holiday season, I hope that you all enjoy some kind of Unconditional.
Merry Christmas

salty and sweet

2009-11-29T20:34:00.000-08:00

It’s been a year of challenges, and truths. Of tests unlike any others. Of recognizing limits, being pushed to previous breaking points and past. Of blasting through obstacles, rules and fears be damned. Of handling and customizing my shit, my way. Of developing a dislike for certain POS doctors. Of being overwhelmed, and humbly acknowledging so, yet continuing to smile. Of putting my foot down AND repeating myself if I had to, and learning nicer ways of saying no. Of pressing forward, sometimes only being able to see or address one day or issue at a time. Of hearing my gut again, rather than only the critical thinking side of self. Of saying way too much at times, and not nearly enough at others. Of learning more of myself and others than ever before.

My intent in 2009 was to focus on health and wellness. To become the hottest 40 year old woman I can be. To gypsy ride like never before. And to make new good deep friendships. Well, 2 out of 4 isn’t bad (the hot chick and gypsy riding parts slipped, but not for long). Somehow life has this uncanny ability of speeding up and getting in the way, making it seem that there’s never enough time for everything. But none the less, I’m still breathing and riding, so it’s been one monster of a good year. This year, I learned I love kayaking. I learned that I am better watching the tango from ballroom sidelines. And best while dancing Bob’s forward controls along Hwy 1. I also realized how much I’ve missed passion in my life. And that maybe other life changes are needed sooner than later.

This was the year I turned 40. This was the year that I realized I’m not all that bad, actually I’m alright, matter of fact I’m pretty damn ok. This was the year that I grew by some leaps and bounds. Take it, or leave it. I've even learned that there is much to learn from (and in) silence. I’m living more in the now than ever before.

Now hurry up EZ Brackets, lol, I really f’ing need you…

Slow Dance Anyone?

2009-11-25T21:30:00.000-08:00

Jumping tracks and dodging thick piles of leaves has been my path of late.

All vodka and no carbs makes me think way to much, too.

Not fun, all work and little play makes me one stressed and freaky ass chick.

Yet riding into grey has my practical and intuitive sides almost in complete agreement, for now.

I'm still learning to navigate these roads in life like never before.

So I’m leaving the confusion and chill of moonlight, and seeking the warmth of dawn.

Wishing everyone happy holidays and very dry roads.

With Love, Salud!
..see you soon..

Questions

2009-11-10T22:02:00.000-08:00

"How does a man find or meet you?" That was the start of a very strange but fun conversation I had recently. Well, I’m always around, but I may not be easily found. "Honestly, where do you go, what do you do, what do you like, what makes you tick," he asked? Holy moly, this guy is full of questions, I thought. Where’s a good stiff martini when you want one?!? Or another bike with nice big saddlebags to play, LOL! Seriously… Hmmm, he was entertaining for the moment, so Bob and I sat back and enjoyed some sun and waves while we chatted with the new friend for a short while.

Well, I guess you can find me at an intersection somewhere. Will it be a rolling stop or a long light?..What will you do?.. That relies on you.

Sometimes we pace ourselves, other times we have three seconds to go for it, the choice is really ours for the taking. Either way it’s best to go forward, knowing power and speed, keeping eyes mind and heart wide open, not locked on past experiences, and avoiding obstacles by swerving out of harm’s way. "Great bike, I get that you ride, but where would I find you other than riding?" Honestly, chances are less that you would find me otherwise.

And with that Bob and I rolled. We are still pondering his questions, and still riding...

Oakland SF Bay Bridge Open

2009-11-04T19:00:00.000-08:00

albeit temporary, tis open, for now...
apparently engineers arent completely satisfied with this fix, which is supposed to fix a recent supposedly permanent fix of a previous crack, blah blah blah, you get the idea. well, it is a 70+ yr old bridge. and, we still have roadways that have NOT been repaired from the 7.1 Loma Prieta Quake in 1989. so, we're having some roadway/infrastructure/budget issues.

back to a normal one hour commute for 24 miles, whew... :)

i'll post more soon. im needing/hoping i can get a serious roadtrip on radar. bob and i need one long ride before the rains... im dreamin of roads...

Unintended consequences

2009-10-29T14:52:00.000-07:00

Vulnerable to the point of being uneasy. That nervous gut feeling. That deep knowing that your date will not get along with your family or friends. That realization that you’re not where you should be. That your bike or home is not safe. That you made some decisions you wish you could take back. That you gave someone too much power. That you have to draw a line somewhere. That you have to make a change. That you have to do something. Ok, I’ll do something, I like making changes. But I’ve already addressed most of the above; so now what? That’s been my story this month. I’ve not been able to ride enough. Can you tell? And I had a friend reach out to me that I hadn’t heard from in over 14 yrs. I was really excited about it, but it didn’t go so well.

I had goals for October. I realize I'm a work in progress. But I had planned to focus on work (always, but especially this month), health (gym and diet), house stuff, ride when I can, and get out and meet new people. Well, instead of focusing on new friends and riding, I spent most of my little free time reconnecting with the old friend, and the planets went to WAR over it.

Nothing makes me run faster than putting me in a box, or on an emotional roller coaster. Try to control me, force a certain result, bullshit or play me, give me an ultimatum, twist my words and heart around, and you’ll find I do the exact opposite just because nothing feels right. He needs me. He needs some semblance of stability or support. And I had to let him go.

I was warned. Everywhere I turned obstacles and barriers would pop up. It’s been wild. Bob and I rolling quietly, solo, was the only break I had. Reminder after reminder came through the month to “live and ride free” (Cath, John, and more…). My dad even made his presence known (hidden marbles). So I’ve gone and touched a few rocks recently in thanks, including a picnic visit to dad’s place, just to check in. I think I’ll go play barefoot in sand somewhere now, thanks to Kathy and Pearl that sounds divine.

Live and ride free friends, live and ride free.

Oakland SF Bay Bridge CLOSED

2009-10-27T19:40:00.000-07:00

...NEWS FLASH...

a suspension cable, rods, and a bracket broke on the Oakland San Francisco Bay Bridge tonight during rush hour commute, crashing into a truck and cars with force. only minor injuries reported. other details tbd. the bridge is closed for at least 24 hrs until emergency fix is in place.

we are experiencing high winds with 45-65 mph gusts. high wind warnings are posted til noon wednesday.

for those riding in the area, please use caution.
everyone kiss your loved ones now...

Thankful

2009-10-18T19:53:00.000-07:00

That’s how I’m feeling. And I guess I should have warned everyone, with October comes a heavy workload which tends to consume my time, and sidetracks whats true to my heart. But I read something recently which struck a chord. It was of a woman who learned the hard way not to put demands or career ahead of her happiness. Her complaint, the lost time, the screwed up priorities, the deteriorated health, the strained marriage and relationships, she faced it all.

I’m thankful today. For an employer who appreciates me. For friends that inspire and amaze me. For family that loves me. For good health which supports me. For roads that allow me to get lost. For clear skies, crisp winds, and loud pipes which remind me to breathe deep and take it all in. I’m thankful, for all of these things, they keep me happy, and sane.

I made a change recently, one little change, and the affect on me has been great. Working out at 5am, getting out in the wind while the masses sleep, putting myself and my health first, and watching the sun rise peacefully, it helps me feel centered. Even though I dislike getting out of bed early, every day now starts in a positive way. And with how hectic my recent days have been, it allows me to enjoy time just for me, now I’m my own priority. It makes me happy, it gives me more energy than I have had in years, and it just feels good. I’m down 13 lbs, and have gained more positive life changes than I can describe. The deep exhilarating peaceful feeling can only be compared (in my mind) to only a few special things… like the quest for the perfect ride…

I’ve been experiencing some realizations recently. Maybe instead it’s just reminders, of which were long overdue. The law of attraction works. Life is what we make it. And we get what we ask and work for. It’s really just that damn simple.

So today what’s important to me is that I say thank you. For the great rides, for making some really great new friends, for reconnecting with some really special longtime friends, for perfect martinis, for beautiful sunsets, life is good, and I’m thankful for it all.

Witchazel, you continue to inspire me daily. CONGRATULATIONS, you did it; you kicked some serious ass at the Olympiad. BRAVO!!! You have worked your ass off for what you want, and you’re showing us all that the only thing stopping us, is ourselves. Thank you Cath. Take some time to ride now sister, you deserve it. You can find witchazel @ 48 Fit, Strong, Fabulous.

what can i say...

2009-10-10T19:49:00.000-07:00

My horoscope really fucked me up Tuesday. It said; no man unto himself is an island. Well…hmmm. It could be an island here soon, lol, storms a comin’. They say my part of NorCal is going to get pounded with rain, with predictions of 8” in the first 24 hrs, to hit Monday. So what am I doing in preparation? I’m supposed to be working you know, its fiscal year end. But, ha, I’m doing what any hard working rational thinking road loving girl would do…I snuck out, hehe. I’m riding…

Got two speed warnings today, 80 in a 50, and 70 in a 40 (yes, im an idiot, lot of pent up somethin' i guess...). Warnings don’t happen for me, but tickets do, so it was a good day. Actually i think one of them was the same CHP that cut me off at the Greenville ramp last year. Pay it forward. Guess I'll forgive him now, LMAO.

The twisties are feeling mighty good again. Seems the forward controls did the trick. But damn, if only I could hit Hwy 49 and keep on going…
For now, this will do.

full moon

2009-10-09T20:34:00.000-07:00

You know its gonna be bad when;

The only talk is about his big bucks ex
The whirlwind affair
The police calls
And the annulment
And the loss of his longtime home
And the resulting financial ruin
and on, and on, and on...

Whats that? What about Bob? You don’t ride you say?
Will you excuse me…
I have pizza, wine, and X-men waiting, that sounds more fun…

Gifts

2009-09-28T19:17:00.000-07:00

Time, spent with family and friends’ old and new, time is the most precious of all gifts. The good and the bad of being adults in a go fast society, the demands and desires for our time can be huge. Personally, my schedule is so bad currently that I can’t wander far from home, or for long, as I would like. I really just crave disappearing for a while. But reality check just won’t allow it. So how I choose to spend time out and about with Bob has (more often than not) felt planned recently. This weekend I did something about that. I slowed myself down and found a sanity break before things got out of control.

We got lost. And LOVED it. I set off playing on the roads close to home. It’s amazing how much we miss just around town if we don’t stop to smell the roses. Roads change. Detours abound. Neighborhoods mature. Developments pop up, and others shut down. Trees fill in and grow, and once open areas become fenced off parks, protected at least, I guess...

It’s really interesting what happens when Bob and I are out solo, without a group or riding partner. I had three great women stop me this weekend. All in different towns, all for different reasons, in different ways. All really just wanting to pat Bob. It’s amazing, out and about just him and I and we meet the nicest of people. All of whom I am thankful to share a moment and laugh with. Most often, it’s people full of questions, or stories of their own.

On Kings Ferry, I think, was Carmen in her old yellow dodge. Honking, waving, smiling, yelling, thumbs up, it was sweet, and at first I kept going. Until she passed us doing 70+ (in a corner on a country road). So I backed off and figured she wasn’t alerting me to a problem, she just wanted to see really bad. What the heck, I followed her in to a small country store. I was thinking water sounded good, and I was wondering what the hell her problem was (haha) back down the road. She was thrilled. First thing she did, before I could get completely off the bike, was run over with a zillion questions about riding, and Bob. I enjoyed Carmen, full of energy and life, wanting to ride really bad and not having a clue where to start, I steered her straight to MSF, “you don’t even need the bike”…I told her. I hope I see her on the road sometime.

Somewhere near Los Banos I met Adela and her dogs (howling like mad, protecting grandma). Adela followed me from a distance for miles before I pulled in for gas. She stopped and made a beeline straight for Bob. What is that? Harley Davidson, ooooh, Deluxe, oh my god, that’s beautiful. Thank you, I’m mq01, extending my hand to shake hers, Adela, she said. Tell me, Adela asks, is it hard? Is what hard Adela? Riding motorcycles, big bikes, this bike? Well Adela, you need body and eye coordination, and strength to lift off/on the kickstand at minimum. Would that be hard for you? Well, I’m still driving my big cat (further discussion reveled her cat; tractor, has tracks with multi controls. Perfect…), and I’m 70, she said. What do you think, is that too old? Adela, you’re never too old. If by chance the body is weak you just get on a trike, no problem. And, if you’ve been driving that cat around like I bet you have, then you were born to ride. The laughter, smiles, and pride on Adela’s face showed how desperately she wants to be on two wheels. She asked if she could pat the HD wings on Bob’s gastank before we parted ways. It was a pleasure to oblige.

There are more stories, more chats, but you get the idea. These random meetings happen pretty much every time Bob and I are out, especially solo. And I love it. It’s like watching people wake up and come alive, or like sharing a private personal reward. The roads, the fabulous people we meet along the way, the positivity and energy shared, stopping to smell the roses. It’s time shared between strangers, who are not strangers after all. The wind brings great gifts.

Ghosts

2009-09-24T20:41:00.000-07:00

I’ve been wondering why you have been on my mind and in my path so. There’s a ton of reasons why you could have been making a stand. I’ve needed you, you know its been deep, and I’m happy you’ve been around. But I realize now your presence has had nothing to do with my shit after all. I heard you, I searched, I found the obituary. I’m sorry I was slow at figuring it out. I know your mom is with you now. Rest in peace Ardi. I’m sorry for the family to have lost her (the matriarch) here. But I know they will be ok, and that she’s happy and with you. Honestly I think she might have wanted this for quite some time, she can rest now. She’s still guiding, loving, and protecting those still here. And I can only imagine the party you guys are having.

I went there. I rode out to the cliff, and rocky shore. Bob and I. I felt you in the wind while I watched the tides roll in and out, one powerful crashing wave after another. We hung out together long past sundown and I forgot a blanket, again. Yup, some things don’t change… Being there it all felt like yesterday but with wrinkles. And minus the bottles and constant laughter. I’ve done just about all that I can on my current shitlist. In the end, it will be what it will be. And I’m ok, with it all. Feeling your wind, I have to tell you out loud, I’m grateful that my life was graced with yours, that I heard and felt your words. You always knew that your words packed a powerful punch with me.

That sunset left me smiling. You made me promise, 20 or so yrs ago when you were walking and talking out loud, before the accident, hand holding mine, and later again while in your chair, that time hands on mine; I will continue to live, love, and laugh, I will know my worth, and I will stay true.

Even though you’ve been gone a long time, you still guide me, love me, protect me. Thank you to you, one of my many ghosts. Thank you for being a part of my heart still today. Life is good.

5am sustained

2009-09-18T23:20:00.000-07:00

Strolling in at 5AM always held a certain charm for me. But rolling out at 5AM, layered, feeling the cold air on my cheek, looking over at Bob, reflecting chrome in the moonlight, thinking about the different state that we’ll be in by nightfall, there’s something simply magical about it.

I love how he looks, gear strapped high, everything and only the things I need coming along. I love how he feels, gear packed tight, fitted around my back. I love his contrast against the dewy morning grass and streetlights. And the smell of fresh morning air through my bandana. Brisk and cool in the morning breeze, his engine and pipes warm me, his dash light calms me. He relies on me, to guide us through the trees, to be real, in tune with the ride and road. To get him home, to get us home, somewhere, sometime.

Early to bed, early to rise now. Just the two of us. Crawling out of bed and on the road before the crack of dawn, all for better health and wellness, and its working. Talk about an energy shift. Being at the gym before others, before work, before other plans, getting a jump start on the day in our way, life can’t be better, can it? Our bond is strong and sure. Of all my weaknesses and failures, the seriously bad fuckups and actions, he doesn’t judge. Just by being present he provides a nudge forward, logical and cool, it keeps me sane, detaching me from time. Life, in the now, according to the Road Church. Timing seems to be everything. But time is supposed to be nothing at all, indicating only past and future. Hmmm… Do I need to adjust my thinking? Or my words? We need to go somewhere Bob, I need to just be me… See you at 5AM.

Midnight swim and traveling thoughts

2009-09-14T21:03:00.000-07:00

Ok Bob, I heard you, I missed you too my dear, but come on now… I work, hard. Sometimes all day and night, sometimes away from home, and sometimes with no way in hell that I can get it all done. But we manage. We all do. Somebody’s gotta pay the bills, and fill your gas tank. So we’re taking it one day at a time right now, ok? Yes, I know, we need road time, trust me I know. A vacation is in order, we need to disappear. I’m working on it…

You may have heard recently, I left Bob. It was only temporary and he knew that, but, he stresses. You see, every time I travel I wonder if I will find us a new home, somewhere that I love so much that I won’t want to leave. Well FL has my interest, they certainly make people feel welcome, hell even the gang bangers were friendly, LOL! Nothing like Oakland. The weather, humidity and all, was excellent. The riding, sublime, and everyone wore shorts and dressed casually. Yup, really, shorts, riding, hmmm I could do that. They don’t race around on the streets of FL, and they were comfy, in shorts. I know I know, dress for the crash, and I do. People drive super aggressively here, so I have no choice. I know leather and layers are best to avoid road rash, and road rash is ugly, trust me, I have plenty as proof. But seriously, do we know when our number is up? Really? We ride, we know, the risks are constant and daily, and there is NO amount of gear that’s stopping that day…

Midnight swims in the hot humid Florida breeze under the stars and occasional lightning was total bliss. Cruising Daytona seeing ALL the men, women (a lot of women), and kids riding, with NO HELMETS, wow. And, no testosterone loaded teens riding bikes that are too big for them, no road racing, no aggressive driving, nowhere. Crap it was killing me, and I found myself really f’ing missing Bob and wishing we could be riding. As nice as it was in FL (and I’ve now done upper and lower FL), CA feels like home. So that answers that, I’m still here. All work and no play in FL, with the occasional break to swim. One day (Labor Day) to get lost in Daytona. Rest of the time, while working past 3AM, all I wanted was my bike, and the crazy roads of home.

So here I am, back in the SF Bay Area with Bob. And I realize, I haven’t been enjoying myself nearly as much as this single 40 year old chick should. Not ‘til now. I’m determined now. I enjoyed those Florida midnight swims an awful lot, more than I can describe. Feeling good in my skin was incredible. The rushing water and swimming laps under the stars, bliss. I had forgotten how much I just want to ride, how good it always feels, and wishing I could ride naked, LOL but seriously. I realized, there is NO WAY in hell I’m into public indecency with the body in this shape. Gotta make that kinda thing worth it, HA! Seriously I need to rebuild my upper and lower back, those high mile days are in sight, WOOHOO!! So, today I started a new chapter and a new habit. I came home from this trip knowing I love these roads, this countryside, home, and I want to extend that, enjoy it more, with more stamina and strength. So today I mixed things up. Life changes, and getting back to basics, according to the Road Church. Should be fun. Confused now?!?

To be continued…

Lightning in Nashville

2009-09-07T07:38:00.000-07:00

Nashville, and Cocoa Beach, Orlando, and even Daytona. Serves her right. HA! She’ll learn not to travel without me. Oh hey everybody, its Bob. Hey! Seems Ms M has to address some work stuff out of town, so she ran her ass ragged and left at dawn from Oakland Airport, instead of enjoying the holiday weekend with me. Hmmm. She went from one side of the country to the other. We could have done that ride, we should have done that ride, but she says not right now. I shouldn’t complain, she really would rather be with me. I just like to give her a hard time and make her laugh. She says we will take some time off before the weather changes too much, so that will be good.

It’s been one thing after another for her this weekend. They changed the road around the airport, after 40 years now she gets confused, haha. She flew over the Grand Canyon and was amazed at how incredible it is from the sky. Then she had one hour to change planes in Nashville, piece of cake right? Well, after major turbulence and landing on the runway she watched lightning hit the ground in front of the plane. The pilot announced they were early which was good because they just cleared the ramp of all personnel for safety reasons due to the sudden light show. So, nice airport officials that they are, they force the plane to sit out there, on the runway, and wait. Wasn’t that unsafe for Ms M and the plane too?!? Makes me wonder… By the time the show was over and it was safe to taxi to the gate, the airline had no staff to off load. What the heck, its already late and she’s probably already missed her connection. Good thing, Southwest tries hard to accommodate their travelers, they held her plane, woohoo. So flying through more storms she lands in Florida well after dark and walked out into A SAUNA. Ooooh fun, more lightning in FL, cool.

Shes laughing hysterically, starving, and gets lost in the car looking for the freeway, town, hotel…. Good thing she speaks Spanish; after midnight, lost, oh look out…. See Mistress you need me. Seems she was headed back to Miami instead of Orlando, oops, she does love the art deco district. The direction must have been an automatic reflex for her. Or she’s just lost without Mount Diablo to reference her compass from. All I know is she’s mumbling about her hair being twice as thick, I think that’s called humidity, right? And, something about having to stop constantly for toll roads. At least they have nice roads, really nice roads. Sometimes I just don’t understand her, LOL! But I do know, shes laughing so its ok. And she says we will ride cross country so that we can see FL together. She says she wishes I was there, and that I’d love it with her. I miss her. Get this damn trip over with Mistress so we can ride! You need a break again..Soon!

Have a great holiday everyone and ride safe.

Can you hear the wind calling?

2009-08-30T21:23:00.000-07:00

I can, I hear it, and I’m going for it, I’m following. I’m learning. Every day things are what develop or erode ones backbone. It’s our choice. And each and every day brings opportunities that come around only once. You never know which way the wind will blow.

There’s a few thousand miles on Bob’s forward control conversion now. Each and every ride brings new realizations and achievements. And with that, discovery of a new unforeseen shaky nerve or bad habit as well. It’s amazing what the body and brain will do once it imprints on something, like a bad reflex. I’m tickled today, feeling a sense of accomplishment and breathing a sigh of relief, it feels great. I had been avoiding Hwy 49 in the high Sierra’s thinking we weren’t quite ready for it. This weekend I found myself in an area far tighter and steeper, on a stretch of Hwy 395. I was blessed. I had excellent company, a great ride, and a fabulous journey.

Reach for it, that’s all we can do, or hope, for ourselves and one another. Reality always eventually presents itself. Resistance only causes suffering or strongholds. I realized this weekend how much I have always loved the sound of my pegs scrapping (not boards but pegs), the warning. It’s a sensory guide and it was absolute music to my ears. I can feel and use the entire lean angle needed. See a path and take it, don’t get shaky, and don’t worry about it. Just point the wheel and go. Well, I’m looking for new paths, does that count? Matter of fact, if I stumble into something that shakes me, the feeling of improvement with practice feels even better and trumps all. Laugh and deal with whatever life throws our way. Ok, well I thought I was, but nope. It really seriously honestly takes courage. And for me it means that I’ve got to separate feelings and thoughts from behavior. Just listen to the wind, point the wheel, and go. I’m doing it. Every day and every ride feels better than the last, and it feels amazing.

Don’t over-think or let a surprise shaky nerve win, just ride. I’ve done so much this week, it’s been huge. Overall it was a week of challenges and obstacles (that I didn't know I had) faced head on. A week of strength and truth. A week of friends and laughter. Nothing compares to the perfect ride, and I keep getting closer than I’ve ever been before. The clutter is about gone now and all I hear is the wind calling. Can you hear it too?

blue Z06

2009-08-27T19:47:00.000-07:00

Ya I saw you
Yup I heard you
Yes I remember you

I also remember that you don’t ride
And your attitude about people that do

So wtf do you want with me?!?...

…c-c-c-calling but I can’t hear you…

kill switch

2009-08-24T19:46:00.000-07:00

I was bogged down with stuff and dressed for meetings so I rolled by car. It was sundown, after a long days work, and I was spending some quiet time reflecting. Reviewing the days events, going over upcoming stuff, not getting stressed but instead getting mentally organized. Turning east into Niles Canyon from Fremont one of the first things you come into at speed is a dog-leg under a trestle. It’s tight with little visibility until you’re in it, and sometimes you’ll find fallen rocks, gravel, or mud in the roadway. I saw a glimmer ahead and had this sudden feeling to slow way down. Little did I know what would happen next...

I think I saw the pegs shine. I hit the brake forcing tailgaters to back off, and thankful I did. Out from under the trestle, in my lane, in head-on traffic, easily doubling the speed limit, and square in line with my front end comes a kid on a fucking Busa. CRAP. We both swerved and I thought for sure he’d wind up over my side and in the creek, or back on his side and into the hill. I wonder still if he made it to his destination the way he was riding. He managed to stay upright and kept going, out of eyeshot. But he was out of control and my space cushion was the only reason why he lived through that moment. And, I was pissed. Not scared, maybe upset, but mostly pissed. It was like I saw a scrawny teenage grim reaper and he had blue eyes. I wanted to hurt the person that gave him those keys. I knew if I had rolled with Bob that day we’d be dead for sure, all of us. I started to wonder who he was going to kill on that bike, hoping otherwise of course. I could just feel bad things coming his way…. And my strongest thought; if he had come through my windshield, I could just picture it…I’d make sure he was ok, then I’d beat the living hell out of him and take his f’ing bike. But, ok, seriously, he wouldn’t have lived, and neither would his bike, not through that kind of wreck. Phew, we’re ok, so, did I really just think/say all that…oh my…

This just happened a few nights ago. And all I could think of was that someone needed to hit the kids kill switch, before he hurts someone. And since that day, it’s been sort of strange. Feelings of total quiet and stillness. Funny, I have been working on recognizing my emotions and thoughts, hearing and understanding them, and letting them go. I am ruling my mind, and not the other way around with my mind ruling me. And then this. Well, since that day with junior and his Busa, it's made for some interesting rides.

Yesterdays ride was especially obscure. I didn’t have the usual internal conversations and it felt really strange and new. Instead of delving into thought and landscape, all I wanted was to feel myself and Bob lean. I didn’t think about anything else, I didn’t hear any chatter, I just felt the road. Gliding around Mountain House, through one apex, then another, feeling the difference in Bob’s response with the forward controls, rolling on a bit, laying him over a little more, my mind was totally and completely blank, smiling but blank. It felt so different, so strange, smooth. Occasionally it would cross my mind that this was different, that maybe this was one of those days that I shouldn’t ride, but I kept going. Well, having a blank mind served me well. I’ll spare ya the details of one weird event after another. But the one outstanding thing was while doing 70’ish on hwy 120 in Oakdale, a group of sport bikes came up the rear, fast and out of nowhere, and so I waved them to pass. Instead, they passed not just me, but two other cars, as if we were standing still, and went into head-on traffic with a big group of cruisers approaching fast. Pfffttt…somebody hit their kill switch!! On that lovely note and still having maybe 100 miles to go, I pulled into the next gasstop, fueled, and changed direction.

Still feeling really obscure and quiet, wondering if it was just me having a weird day, I figured I could still make lunch somewhere and wanted more twisties. Headed back west I continued to hit one messy situation after another. So, scratching my head, feeling the road and nothing more, wondering if I should heed some sign that things feel different, I hit a bird. We were in one tight assed turn, and I’m sure we surprised one another in that corner. That’s it, that was enough, we were done for the day. The first safe turnout I turn our butts around (which is 12 lbs lighter this week, woohoo), and head home. Still feeling silent and still. Still enjoying the road and the ride. Still wanting nothing more than to lean Bob over some more. Laughing at the days crazy events the entire way. I’m sorry for the bird. I’m still sure that every ride that ends upright is still a GREAT ride. And I’m left wondering if this is what peace feels like. Quiet and still. Or did someone just hit my thinker kill switch?

where's Bob?

2009-08-18T21:00:00.000-07:00

Ms M has been juggling so I thought I’d take the opportunity to say hey. Hey! My name is Bob, well it was really Sinbad when I came home but, in TRUE female form, Ms M pulled a chick move and changed her mind on me, damn. And do me a favor, don’t tell her I told you so, lol. And alright alright already, I’ll tell ya right now, there are many reasons why she decided on THAT to be my name. Let’s see if I can think of them all;

1) Bob is the name of an unusual friend of the past.
2) As a kid, Bob was the code word for pot for a small group of friends (yup, that makes me her drug of choice, and I like it, hehe).
3) I’m her “Battery Operated Boyfriend”…which creates;
4) The occasional debate over the difference or validity of statement “battery operated” vs “gas operated” or combustion, mechanical, blah blah blah… She has fun with it, in more ways than one, lol.

So, where have we been? Well, I’ve been cruising. But Mistress Ms M, she’s been run ragged, eyes wide open (nothing escaping her gaze), mixed with some firefighting, I think she’s quietly processing and re-evaluating her priorities. Seems every time we roll, the road noise drowns out all the fluff and brings deep conversations, and I wonder if its information overload for her sometimes. For example, just yesterday we had the following talk; “What are the desires and intentions? I want to be happy. So what’s that going to take?!? Aren’t you happy now? In what ways? Be more specific dammit... Argh. My horoscope busted me. It said; if you’ve been doing personal improvement work, you’re well on your way toward completion of this “stage” of the project. So take stock of what’s been accomplished and pat yourself on the back. Well, I’m taking stock, but I don’t feel like I’m through the black hole yet. I’m realizing I don’t know jack about shit after all. I know I know, it said pat on the back. Hmmm, I think we need a road trip Bob…”. Oh oh, how’s my oil?

We spent Friday running errands, thinking we’d ride all weekend to destinations unknown. And then…she saw it, a Deluxe, with a barrel bag. Oh shit, no no no, that doesn’t fit my plan, no, wait Ms M, no. You see, we don’t just ride to the store up the street like them, we ride to the store a state away. But Ms M has grown tired of bungee strapping her purse, let alone leathers, jacket, gear, tools… So in we went to talk tbags. Well, all the guys come to say hi and help while we try on every style bag imaginable. Not a one of them can be completely secured from high wind gusts, not on me, not even with zip ties, they all slide sideways. Haha, I’m special, lol. Thanks to the Deluxe stock rimmed seat and limited secure anchor points, with the help of my local HD guru Pat, we realized, we’re hosed. So, Mistress says she gave in, but really, she just got pissy. She went and did it, damn, she bought me this funky jewelry, AND, she made me put it on right there and then, right in the parking lot. Form or function she said. So now I’m wearing a detachable sissy bar and pad. I guess it will have to do. We strap 1-4 days of stuff (I love our disappearing acts) at any given time and it’s been a bitch without. Now we’ll set big or small bags against the sissy bar, front or back, and secure with straps. No more parasail’s or bungeed bags from hell. It actually looks ok, but I’m not telling HER that. I hope we can still do the Road King bags later.

So, no complaints, we feel fortunate, just busy busy at the moment. But we'd rather be riding with all of you. Ms M spent a bit of time with our friends at the shop deciding what best to do and how to outfit me (yup, function vs form...). She also enjoyed some quality time with her favorite guy (future riding partner). We’ve gone to the gym every day for the past two weeks, she says she’s determined to work her ass off, literally. I say if she does that we’ll have to adjust my shocks. She’s working night and day. She’s throwing our asses into twisties every chance we get. And now she’s talking about saving X $ per day for Sturgis 2010. Tonight she’s booking a trip to her FL office and wishing for a way to rent a bike while she’s there, but I’m not digging any of that...I know how she gets when she plays with others... And she says we are going to start commuting daily, that we need more ride time. Plus, I know that she's got at least three books in her head, she needs road time to think them out and work on them. Come on Mistress, let’s ride somewhere, you need a break. I'll give you my sad eyes… Oh Oh, yeah, Ms M is getting out the atlas…

Ride safe everyone, nice meeting you, and looking forward to seeing you at a dead tree somewhere sometime… if you see me around say Hi Bob…

the mission

2009-08-09T20:48:00.000-07:00

Earlier this year I was told the story of a pilgrimage if you will, a fellow bloggers trek, from Iowa to the West Coast on his bike, and, of a special visit friends make to a certain dead tree. Well, being the sappy girlie chick that I am (don’t tell, well ok...), of course once I heard the story, and knowing that I do this route every few months, this put me on a mission. And mission it became. Every time I tried to get there, to find this dead tree and to pay respects to the riders before me, every damn time, something would get in my way and keep me from it, making it more and more of a flippin’ challenge begging completion.

Fast forward. It’s been one hell of a year but an even wilder week. Really extreme highs and lows. The week began with the possibility that I may have imploded a friendship that means worlds to me. But, it reminded me that maybe it wasn’t any of what it had seemed to be, and only time will tell and heal. On the other hand, since then, I have had sign after sign that life is good, and that I am ok. Out of the blue, four friends and relatives that I lost touch with reached out to me, just when I needed it. And I reached out to others as well and found open, honest, real, understanding new friends. Oh and, the mission to the dead tree, I found an opening to make a special run out of it. And run it was.

You want to ride? I have a mission, should you choose to accept it. Well, I’m not quite sure how I would have taken that coming from someone new, hehe. And of course they wanted details, I understood, so full info was disclosed. Would they be up for it? Is it too much, too far, too little time? Will they go for it? Would they do this with someone that they have never met or rode with before? You want to ride? You see, there’s this dead tree, along the Avenue of the Giants, it’s an all day thing…

Seems I’ve made a fantastic new connection with kindred spirits. And ride we did. The awesome duo from Salinas met me at a great little breakfast place at 8AM and got acquainted. Realizing that we had quite a bit already in common, it felt great to connect. Bob and Tramp got along well as we cruised the NorCal hwys. No time for country backroads, not on this mission, this was a full day trip. Bob and I did about 600 miles on this run. Tramp, V.D., and B.B. did over 700 I believe, and it was all to pay homage to a fellow blogger rider, and the mission to a particular dead tree.

It’s been one of a kind. A week of connections. Of further truths through Bob’s windshield. Even though I can only see 100-200 feet ahead with my running lights on, even though I can’t see everything before me, I know that things are good. And I trust that it will continue to unfold getting even better, one mile at a time. I’m happy to have the opportunity to reflect, and I’m grateful to be blessed with good relationships and friendships. Thank you Dave, B.B., and Tramp for the great day, great ride, and great company. Thank you Fasthair for the mission, dammit…lol. And by the way, that tree of yours, it’s really not looking good, it’s collapsing and turning to dust. I think it’s your turn to revisit the tree…

700 miles for this

2009-08-09T01:53:00.000-07:00

;)
mr fasthair, you might find this particular dead tree interesting

well...

2009-08-07T22:12:00.000-07:00

You know its gonna be bad when they say;
1) "my 5 bdrm yacht" blah blah. well its in a marina that really only stows 20 foot ski/bass boats.
2) "it’s only a little tax delay, all I have to do is load turbo tax and do all my returns since 2005, no problem".
3) "I’m doing everything I can for my kids, that bitch of a mom of theirs is going down, she’ll never beat me, she’ll never win, ….. ….. ….. "

Lord help me, another martini please, with the onion this time, lol… At least I have Bob…

Infinite and wide open

2009-08-04T21:20:00.000-07:00

Once where there were walls now seem to be only roads. Is this a temporary feeling or is this what becomes of a riders life?

Saturday was spent with a longtime friend who needed a shoulder or two while mourning, riding slow roads, no set destination or plan. The only thing wanted and needed was good company and loud pipes. Fighting a problematic starter and low oil pressure (no, not Bob’s), we took our chances and pressed on. Wandering the waterways of the Port of Oakland; from hwy’s 580, 13, 24, and down around Telegraph Ave. we stopped for an event and lunch. Then back in a southwest circle riding through downtown Oakland and San Leandro, sharing a Marina that not many know for a stroll. Late afternoon we went on to the hills and canyons of San Leandro, Castro Valley, San Ramon, and Danville, stopping for a drink and good conversation in Blackhawk. Stretching out on the comfy couches at the plaza is a great break from Bob’s seat (I’m telling ya, I’m decided, his stock seat is SOOOO going, lol). We had much to talk of, and well I really just listened… And to my great pleasure I shared some old play spots of my youth that were totally new for my friend. Flashbacks. Funny, my friends a lifelong resident, and yet is totally lost on this side of the 92 San Mateo Bridge. It reminds me of how varied this Bay Area really is. Riding through drizzle, rain, high winds and black clouds, back around to the bay, the cold was refreshing, and needed. Standing at the edge of the water, dark of night, and taking in the howling winds, embraces and tears were shared, thankful for the open roads and love of good friends, and for the ability to hear mother nature in all of her glory one more day.

Sunday I was out and about early and decided to make a push for miles in the sun, so we rolled east. The roads and direction from home can vary but the choice was easy. I decide no route, just hit the backroad along the Altamont out over the hill and see where it leads. As the day went on the air along 120 grew thick, the sky turned gray, and the temps warm and still. Bob felt excellent with each and every mile and we were enjoying every second of space and wide open road. We continue on 120 rather than taking 49, thinking it would be nice to hit some hilltops and take in the views, maybe recharge the soul a little more. Stopping for a minute in Jamestown things just don’t seem right. Traffic is thick westbound and smoke is in the air. Funny, the smoke wasn’t very noticeable til now. Rather than continue on I decide to have breakfast in town. Talking to locals I hear there’s a fire in the high country and folks are changing course, so I decide to heed the advice and turn back. The ride home was slow and thick with traffic. And still the fires (there are four now) are out of control and worrisome.

Little did I know how much I would need the weekend riding. I spent Monday in a blanket under my oak tree, looking down the hillside at the city lights, silent and still. Like standing at the top of a mountain, looking all around, wondering if I have reached an end or beginning, or nothing at all. Questioning if there are tens of other mountains remaining in my path to climb? The roads seem infinite, but am I really taking in all that they have to offer? To teach? What am I supposed to learn? To do? Should I really…

Tues AM at the office, I force myself-new road and new day, ring ring; “Good Morning (insert CO here), this is mq01”. Yes good morning, the caller says, did you go to James Monroe Elementary? Umm wow, who am I speaking to, do I know you? God I knew it was you, there is no other.., you might remember me, the caller says. Wow, well, RW and I go back, way back, having been friends from age 3 or 4 - 18’ish, neighborhood friends that shared the same class track through high school. There were two classes in my grade, and we all (about 40-50 of us) stayed super close friends until we left school and lost one another. I have an appt at your office today, RW says, your name was mentioned and so I thought I’d take a chance on it being you, will you be around? I’m so hugely thankful that I was. Hearing from RW was a huge treat and maybe a sign, of which I’ve been getting a lot of lately... Today’s was reassuring. Phew, a good sign, lol.

For me, yes, roads are infinite and wide open ahead and should stay that way. Not meant for going back unless righting a wrong, but to be a new experience with each and every moment. The roads may even tempt me to wander off course (part of the fun) or question myself. But in the bigger scheme of things, as long as one is really truly happy, genuine, and a good caring person along the way, go try all the twisties and detours that you’d like. Be real, and there will be people at the end of the road that love and care. That simple. And that’s all that matters.

Lessons of the unknown roads

2009-07-27T22:32:00.000-07:00

Hellrides. Did I have one? I don’t know but I needed it, whatever it was. And it was good. No time to stop. No interest in chatting along the way. No breaks. Just tank after tank, road after road, and it was awesome. Traffic was good. Weather cooperated. Conditions of the roads, lacked. Three full tanks in a day and regretted only that I bowed to the heat and called it quits early. The ride this time was the mission, the journey, of which I am no more than a student, searching, for a lesson plan.

I need to give my body, brain, and heart what it needs, what it demands, otherwise I find myself on nothing but hellrides. How does one forget how to follow their heart? Or how to listen? How does rationalizing become so flipping important that we ignore our gut? How does that happen?!?!? Well I lost it somehow, my ability to hear and follow my heart, and I realized it recently. It floored me. I’ve always been honest. But there’s a difference. Is this what happens at 40?..haha… All this stuff to ponder, and act on if one dares. You know, lifelong friends asked “where have you been” when I rolled up on the Sporty yrs ago. It was just me, all me and Miss Bitch. And I thought that was it, that I did what I needed. I made some changes, was shaky, but, feeling great. Little did I realize, that was just a baby step, just the beginning to roads unknown. I forgot how important it is to listen deep, and how hard it can be sometimes to do what we must, to let our guard down completely, to be totally real with ourselves, and others. I thought I was, but I wasn’t. I forgot that if I follow my heart, I may seem crazy at times, I may cry myself to sleep on occasion, but at least I can sleep.

Some lessons I pass and others I ummm, yup I fuck up, only to try another day or way. That lesson plan would help :) So...Another unknown road is coming soon. No plan, no destination, no schedule. I need it. Bob is resting now; I put him through a lot last weekend. I’ll wake him soon. Think maybe we’ll change direction this time, seek cooler temps. My brain needs the roadtime to focus relax and center, Zen. My heart needs the miles, to be real, to be heard, to heal. I think it has more to say, and I’ve had trouble hearing it, til recently.

To everyone going to Sturgis, ride safe my friends, take care, and enjoy.

roads to nowhere

2009-07-26T17:44:00.000-07:00

typically lead somewhere...

fuck it

2009-07-25T18:52:00.000-07:00

I have realized there is only one thing (or person) in life that makes me crazy. Fuck me.

Im posting totally on the fly today. Hope this works. Gotta new blackberry thingie so lets give this a go. So, bob & i split today knowing we only have one day to play. As mentioned, no plan no idea, just pointed the wheel and split. I needed it. And surprise, been advised im being sent to my fl office so gotta play while im home. So this AM we split. Got lotsa pics for everyone. But kept saying oh be back for this and that, and with road construction what it is, i will be taking a different route home

So what the hell happened?!?.. I pointed north, heading to redding, and decided wasnt far enough. Got to donner lake, hit some nasty driveways and thought of bikerchick. Decided to keep going. Figured since reno is $150 less than tahoe per nite i kinda developed a gameplan.
Saddleman seat for bob is more important than staying in tahoe so i guess im on a fucking budget, pfffttt. Sorry, digressed, anyway, couldnt take the heat. I wanted a beer by the time i got to sparks NV. Nugget. I80 has nasty road const so i guess homebound will be 395 to 120. Seriously
no complaints. Trying to get pics for everyone.

Ps, thanks to henchmen, nugget staff, and southwest jim for good company.

Pps, this berry thingie sucks, fubar, cant even post pics, i wont post this way again...

Question, how do i mount camera or cell ph to bars? You guys gotta see this, its riding country here... Meanwhile, im bouncing off hallways on margaritas and gran marnier tonight. Decompression at its finest.id like another drink please..what time is it..gotta cabaret show..life is good. Xoxo

lifes too short

2009-07-24T22:06:00.000-07:00

so what are we waiting for?
i dont know about you .. but ive gotta go find a road
somewhere

someplace
bob says so

no reservations, no idea or plan, no fucking clue

bob is ready and so am i (no, well, maybe, screw it) .. and you?

little one

2009-07-14T21:06:00.000-07:00

It’s after work, I’m pooped and in the mood for something quick, maybe Chinese. So I decide to stop at a local place for take out. It’s one of those buffet style places, you walk up to the counter ordering as you slide along. And in behind me comes a young mother daughter team. So I’ve got these two standing behind me as I place my order. I’d like broccoli beef, I say, and the little girl pipes up “I LOVE broccoli beef”. “Oh you do” I say as I look down around toward her. “Um Hmm YES” is her reply. I smile. From behind the counter, what else lady? Chow Mein please. “Yumm I ALWAYS get chow mein” says the little girl. Now I’m giggling. And this little one walks around to come stand next to me. Her mom looks over with a twinkle and smiles. Over she comes, right around to my left side, and puts her elbow up on the counter next to me, as if I’m having a conversation with an old friend. It was strangely familiar and fun. So since we like the same things what are we having? I ask her, Potstickers or egg rolls? “Potstickers please” she says. Well potstickers it is then, I respond, and I turn to the gal behind the counter and order accordingly, Potstickers please.

This little one is really young and reminds me of myself at her age. Long brown hair in pigtails, big brown eyes, wearing a dress and sandals, and carrying a purse. As a kid I was part tomboy and part lady, smashing up tonkas in the mud, always with my purse, LOL (you could hide smokes and matches that way, dont ask, haha). Seriously, climbing trees, riding bikes, going swimming, didn’t matter, it was always with a flipping purse. So, not thinking more of it, I stroke her hair and go to move around her so that she and her mom could move up in line and order. The little one is hot on my tail (and her mom is giggling and shrugging her shoulders).

Honey, what are we ordering, her mom says. The little one grabs for my hand and says “I love your dress”. Well thank you, I say. Little did she know I call it my disco dress, its just an old vintage wrap, comfy, funky, old. Still holding my hand and pulling away (with me really starting to laugh now because she’s putting me on display) she says “I love your shoes too”. Well sweetie you are too kind, I respond, and give her a smiling nod. “You’re pretty” gets thrown in there too. Well damn this little one’s really working me I’m thinking, lol. I proceed to tell her that she needs to order and I gesture with the hands we are still holding, for her to return to her mom. Giggling, I walk over to the register and begin to pay as she runs up behind me, grabbing my arm in both of her hands. Looking up at me with those huge brown eyes, she says, “is that you on the motorcycle, the pretty red one”? Well, sweetie, it could be, do I know you? Does your family ride?..Partly asking the little one, and partly asking her mom. Mom shakes her head no. I’m thinking to myself of the other local M1 gals, no red bikes that I know of around here, yup could be me. The little one says, “I’ve seen you and when I grow up I want to be just like you”. Holy moly. From the mouths of babes. She’s still got my arm in both of her little albeit mighty hands. Her moms eyes are as big as saucers, she’s as surprised as I am. I bent down to little one, smiling at her and her mom. Giving her a hug and stroking her hair, I tell her; always follow your heart, write down everything that you ever dream of being and doing, and then go out and get it, and when you’re ready, come find me, I’ll ride with you.

I hope that someday, that she realizes, she will be riding with me whether she finds me or not. Thank you for the beauty of that moment Oh Mighty Little One. I cherish it. And I look forward to seeing you again.

courage for truth - truth for courage

2009-07-10T23:51:00.000-07:00

It takes courage to be real, to be true and honest or up front. For those of us who have been down, and have gotten back up, we know the battle well. It’s that internal struggle and fear that we must shake ourselves free of. That gut feeling that suddenly doesn’t agree with blood pressure or brain as we pull in the clutch that first time after, say, going into the center divide (me). That first ride can be a killer, and we deal with it by deciding what is real for us. I made my first ride after going down the “Wreck Route”, deciding to get it OVER with and move on. But that fear can also kick our ass if we don’t have courage, or if our heart isn’t in it. Will we continue and ride another day? Either get over it and ride, or sell it, done. It’s freakishly similar to dating (or is it more..). That feeling of nervousness, maybe not quite knowing what truths will be revealed, or sometimes acting on something simply because we must. Do we lose sight of what is important? What’s in our hearts. Do we really know? Can we really grasp what we feel? Will we not only understand what the right thing is but will we follow through? Win, or lose?

Why do we pick and choose when to fight for what we want or need, for what is right, vs when to submit, either to thoughts or fears. Why does it take so much sometimes? Is part of it because of the freedom of choice, to decide what is important, because we have SO many choices? Why do some of us take the easy route? Why is it not safe for some to do what the heart demands? Does age bring wisdom? Or is it the youth that tend to be more honest, more daring, more true? Why do some of us fight against every fearful nerve in our bodies and get back on our steel horses while others do not? Why do some resort? Or retreat? And why do we make things so damn complicated or difficult anyway?

I’m me. I tend to be real, well, I thought so anyway. I try. No, not try I just do. I just am what I am. And I am trying to follow my heart. I just did something that was really freaking hard. So…Did I just win, or lose?

I’m going riding…

Eureka

2009-07-08T21:10:00.000-07:00

Many have spoken of difficulties and challenges recently, that maybe there has been a misalignment of the planets and stars. It has seemed that things haven’t been quite right, that emotions are on edge or tensions are high, and I for one have most certainly been feeling and experiencing it firsthand. So, instead of just relaxing and going with the flow, what do I do? In true Aries First Born fashion, I fight against it all the way, haha. I didn’t realize it, but that’s what I have been doing, fighting it. Well, either the tides are turning or I am approaching a calm before the storm. Everything’s relative, right?

The plan was for Bob and I to hit the road at dawn on holiday Friday for a very long blissful ride in the morning sun, headed for family. Leaving bright and early would get us out of town before the Bay Area roadways stopped, totally grid locked. Feel where this is going? Well, I keep having one bad thing happen after another. Seriously big ticket heavy shit. And yet here I am thinking I just need to get through it, no worries, morning will come and I’ll just get on the bike and go. I need to see the family, I need to ride, just need to recharge and regroup.

Fast forward. Last minute stuff. Lets see; Broken cell phone (that I had to wait around to replace), broken electronics, broken fence/gate, broken car parts, blah blah…. I will spare everyone the whiny details. Ultimately, leaving town was 6-7 hrs later than planned. Bum deal. Knowing this now put me on a twisty gravel river bar road after dark, I made an executive decision. The car is faster, less stops. I stripped my gear off the bike, gave Bob a pat goodbye, jumped in and hauled ass straight shot in hopes to not delay further in seeing family. The hope now was simple, get out of town.

It took two hours to get 70 miles, 100 miles at the three hour mark. And it was while sitting in stopped traffic somewhere around the Richmond San Rafael Bridge that I realized, bikes couldn’t get through, not at all. Traffic was so tight and hot that folks were scrambling trying to lane split. It required heavy concentration to get anywhere intact, and they still had difficulty. I realized the heat combined with bitchy drivers and having to lane split most of the way would have made for a fun (always) but entirely different ride, and that maybe wasn’t what I wanted and needed. So, after busting my ass trying to force myself through hurdles to ride this trip, and then busting my ass some more because I called it and didn’t ride…after watching the hell riders were going through just to inch forward, I realized maybe the planets aligned after all?!? Maybe I was supposed to be comfy in my cars a/c and zone out singing at the top of my lungs instead of riding. Maybe I was supposed to be the nice cage lady forcing space cushions and safety nets for the bikes around me.

So, I didn’t ride, but I think I was better off (this time around. huh? does that really happen?). My trip was much shorter than planned, but it was good. I was rained on coming home topless through the redwoods. And I sat in the same damn stopped traffic homebound, go figure. I think it’s a matter of perspective on this one, it would have been an aggressive ride rather than a relaxing ride. Whatever the case, it’s all good.

There were still weekend highlights…. Besides hanging out with family (much needed), I played with guitars, Rottweiler’s, and a compound bow. There was a good amount of drinking and eating some of the freshest food around. The family and I managed to catch a funky fun art festival in downtown Eureka. Ooooh, I had the pleasure of watching these three fantastic guys gig, Sour Cream. http://www.myspace.com/thesourcream. They were excellent. Ironic, I really dug them covering “She’s so heavy”. Guess I should maybe take that as a sign and stop stressing, LOL. If you have the opportunity, check them out live. Their myspace stuff is really good but doesn’t compare.

Bob and I are thinking of a ride in 1-2 weeks up PCH. This roadtrip will be without timelines and not around a holiday. And Dave, just for your info (LOL), this time sola (well without family) for those yummy regretful opportunities. >;) !!!! Thinking B&B while searching for dead trees, mile markers, and more Bloody Mary’s…lots and lots of Bloody Mary’s….

Meanwhile, I have to stop fighting the tides (or is it the moon?). I can't do Sturgis. It is just not in the cards this year. There, done, maybe all the weird obstacles will subside now, geez…

A special thank you to a certain knight in shining armor, thanks for taking care of me and getting me back on the road…again…

Five Things

2009-07-07T18:32:00.000-07:00

I am most grateful for and humbled by

Love + Friendships
Long Rides
Strength
Wisdom
Serenity (my quiet storm)

Excellent holiday & roadtrip!!! I’ll be catching up with everyone soon. Let’s just say a really long ride is still much needed and in order, but the planets they are aligning...

ROADTRIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2009-07-02T12:36:00.000-07:00

vote anna .. cause this chick is outta here ;) !!!

i have some much needed wind therapy ahead. there's a mile marker or two with my name on it. NW pacific coast, fog, drizzling rain, maybe stormwinds - or is it winds of change. bob and i need to go out and play, in the trees, in some puddles, along coastal bluffs. i look forward to facing the tides. three hundred miles in the morning dew for a bloody mary lunch.
mmmm, pure, bliss.

thank you everyone for your support, friendship, and prayers. it is all much appreciated.

be safe, ride long, and have a fabulous independence day!

102

2009-06-27T21:48:00.000-07:00

102 at 11am means really hot riding today. Personally, riding is my Zen. I can’t be without it, and I’ve needed a whole lot of it as of late. Being on my bike is what puts me in the moment. It allows me to be open with my true self, able to hear the more subtle thoughts and ideas that may otherwise be drowned out by fast paced hectic life. Recently I have had so much concerning me that I’m multi-tasking even while seemingly still. There’s a hole in my earth and I need to ride to think things through.

It’s trying times here. Tears mingle with my drink but I feel well. Generally things seem to be going ok, busy. I have no one to worry about or be responsible for at home. I have no complaints or issues. And I surround myself with good people, loving supportive people. Yet it seems as if everything around me is falling apart. It’s supposed to be 107 degrees by noon, probably too hot to ride today, and I’m feeling sad. So here I am, waiting for the temps to peak and fall, and thinking about all the concerns and different predicaments I am in. I don’t think I can do Sturgis. I don’t think the planets are letting me.

I guess the only way I can find my balance, focus, and center is to face this while riding it out, so here goes. There’s a lot of medical stuff happening around me and I’m trying not to let that be my focus, but it’s hard, it’s wearing me out. My job is safe, but my company took on a corporate acquisition and Sarbanes Oxley compliance is kicking my ass with due diligence demands. And I’ve never needed lawyers before, never (im a good girl, lol), yet now out of nowhere, I find the need to have three. Nothing I can’t handle, really, and it’s not horrible stuff. But it is much to bear and leaving me feeling heavy. The car broke (again) in a whole new and creative way, LOL! Figures, it runs great, and now everything else goes to hell. I guess that’s what I get..anyone want a wannabe hot rod (haha, not!! I don’t think im ready to let that car go yet, ignore me..). There’s more but that’s plenty…Normally I wouldn’t tell a soul this stuff anyway. At least now it’s out on the table and I’ve faced it. I know it’s all temporary. But… It’s emotional, it’s draining, it's a big plate, and it’s getting really fucking heavy.

I keep going back to 102. Just let me ride today please. Am I tripping on all the shit that’s happening? Nah. Am I stressed? No, well, ok maybe. Can I sleep? Umm sometimes. I can only do so much dammit and it’s adding up. I will not let turbulent times become the norm, the planets are not going to collide, although it’s starting to feel as though I’m facing big stormwinds. My shoulders are strong, my confidence is sure, but how much more can one take? Everything will work out eventually, I’m confident. And ultimately I have my bike, my car, and my sanity (I think, haha) so things will be ok. I love and I am loved, and that’s what’s important in life. In the end, I could give a shit about anything else anyway. In the end, everything wears out, like a garment. So what do we fight for and what do we discard? For me, currently, the timing and delayed resolutions of pending shit is starting to really just wear me out and piss me off. LOL! Anyone have big shoulders I can lean on?

9pm, the temps are back down under 102. I think I’ll make like an owl and ride now…. Chrome in moonlight is beautiful. I’ve got Sturgis on my mind.

Road signs

2009-06-23T21:14:00.000-07:00

ROAD BROKE. Ever see one of these signs? Seriously? I did, well I think I did, riding I-80 somewhere between Salt Lake UT. and Lincoln NE. And now I go online looking for an example of this strange road sign and I can’t find one anywhere, zip, nada. It’s funny, when the miles just keep ticking upward and the mind is in the zone, some things just strike us as odd and come back to haunt our memories later. I won't forget it.

Smooth highway miles spent just kicking ass basking in the sun. Enjoying the sights and smells, and sharing the road with the occasional trucker along the way. Wide open space the perfect roadside movie, flashing across the screen at a decent clip. And out of nowhere I see this sign; Road Broke. Well shit, that’s weird. Never saw anything like it. Dip, rough road, pavement work, construction zone, no shoulder, ok I know these signs. But Road Broke? Hmmm, that’s just fucking weird to me. What the hell does that mean? Road Broke?!? Looking around, there’s no vehicle ahead or behind me for a few miles, I don’t see any problem so I keep going. Until damn, there it is…a giant section where the roadway is just gone. There was no other warning except for that one weird sign a ways back. Inches deep, carved out, both lanes, the road is just totally gone. Damn, this road’s broke alright, and I got lucky. I was on guard, I noticed the odd section ahead and was able to slow and stop. Weird but no problem, I go around it on the shoulder and continue on my way. Watching the long straight-away behind me the occasional truck does the same, moves to the shoulder to clear and pass.

I shouldn’t think anything more of it but I will never shake that scene from my mind. I’ve been wanting to retrace my miles to find that stretch of roadway again, just to place it. But, ultimately, it’s the feeling it gave me that still trips me out.

In retrospect I should have done a few things. I should’ve taken a picture of that flippin’ sign first of all! :) Maybe I was dehydrated and imagining it, but I don’t think so. Should I have stopped for a break and gotten water? Maybe. Or should I have thought twice about that sign, or my trip in general? Probably. Maybe there was more to it? Maybe not.

Looking back on it I think that sign was a wink, and I think I figured out why. That particular road (path, trip) is perfect broke. And now I’m getting a feeling I can’t shake again. Shit. Is it Sturgis? Wonder what I’m supposed to figure out this time…