Last saturday I went to visit my Dad. It was cool.

The more I keep searching in life for things the more I keep finding that the only thing worth searching for is lost. Being lost. Losing it. Simply not having IT. I am not sure if that sounds at all positive but I mean it to be very much positive. The lost I talk of is not the not knowing where so much as the not knowing what we are told we need to know from a very young age. Knowing how to dress alike, go to the schools we are told lead to success, acquire debt, and feel like you are nothing compared to the people on the road side bill board or the tv show family who have it all. These are the things that so many people think give them direction when it is really making us hopelessly fucking lost. The lost I speak of is the loss of these standards our society have imbedded in our assimilating culture. Now I am not advocating complete anarchy but the more I think I about it the more I miss how free I felt when I wore a neon mohawk and a stitched on upside down American flag. I just want to feel a little more off the beaten path and I wish everybody else did as well. If everybody who had the time to reflect actually did and went about making their immediate surrounding a little more bountiful in quality to them selves than maybe we could all find the apathy and perspective to care for one another a little bit more. I know it is hard to break away and being insane is the easy path but I try to keep the balance. I support the capitalistic system because it is me and I am it. I have no answers to this rant other than build a sketchy motorbike with what you have and go take it for a ride. See how far you can take yourself...

State line. Old Hwy 6 & 50. Now dirt. Snow in the mountains.

I realize that after writing this that I was channeled subliminally from Kowalski, the Vanishing point hero. Vanishing Point is a movie worth watching for any stunt man wanna-be. but I guess it has stuck with me. Scenes of it were filmed here and I don't care to invite other tourists. But who am I. I am them.

200+ mile first real ride maiden voyage on the last bike I built before I got out of Denver. She is a real nice road worthy scary fun mother fucker.

Reaal  nice