KX500 Trackmaster finally roosts.

It has been a few years since Wallace and I have done things with his camera and my subject matter. But I figured he better come shoot some pictures of this thing before I wreck it or it wrecks me. I started building this thing almost two years ago. I am getting slower and older but perhaps no wiser. Wallace showed up at the shop 1.5 hrs before sunset. We took some glamour shots in my shop with the bike up on a lift, on the floor from a ladder and out in my junk yard then loaded it up and went to an industrial fuel refinery down the road. The place was locked up tighter than a nun's volvo wagon but the train yard seemed a good enough background. I went to load the bike back into the van and a sudden burst of spontaneous mischief over took me and I threw a leg over the bike doubting I could start it without a riding boot on but I must be making friends with the half liter skeeter eater because it fired up echoing off the train cars like a tortured dragon. Before Wallace could get his camera set for action I was dragging pipe and sliding the beast. It was a blast. With only minutes to spare before sunset we loaded back up and headed to the other end of my little town for a rare backdrop of the elusive desert flowers. Seeing this bike come together finally means a lot to me. Ol Cosmic Cowboy me dear late friend brought this frame into my shop with the plan that we would do something cool with it. I think I will put some of his ashes in the fuel tank and continue raising some hell with it :)

 

'Tis the season

 The green leaves are all blossomed out like a flood of big beautiful green boobies bouncing about in a busy strip club. Finally a cloak of shelter and privacy from the neighbors allowing freedom to pee outside at will. The birds are singing like a 480 piece choir from the academy no fucks given tourettes syndrom blasting their songs at 4:45 in the morning loud enough to wake up Helen Keller. The afternoon temp is enough for me to climb up on the roof, burning my knees and palms of my hands in the process to resurrect the ol swamp cooler. All this can mean only one thing.... IT IS TIME TO GO RACING!!!!

Captain's log(clogs the toilet)

Out in Illinois King John is readying the White Knight for it's week of epic action. 

I have been riding my xr100 around the back yard holding my left leg out and trying to build my hot shoe holder upper muscles. So far I have not broken any windows with all the flying gravel...

 

This small block chevy is something I am rather proud of. It seems every year or two I take on a big project and building this engine was a few years ago's project. It is just now blossoming into fruition. First Hill Climb is only days away!

The stoke is strong. Layla is ready.

I still don't know about racing this bike in Illinois...

Breaker points point to broken

But Nova is learning how to fix

The Hayabusa car is slowly coming together one little bit at a time.

After getting the pleasure of talking with Jeff Carver the Wizard about racing the AMA Am Nationals it was decided that bringing the old 450 out of hibernation would be the best bike to bring to the all format flat track championships. I will knock the cob webs out of her this weekend at the Hill Climb..... If I can figure out how to weld titanium. I always say that "dirt don't hurt" but when it comes to welding I need to clean up my game!!

AMA Championship time

Shit is getting real...

 Time to start strength training my ol hot shoe holder upper leg I reckon!

giving, getting, having, letting go, holding the fuck on.

 Some people believe in fate, a higher power, or even destiny. I am just as mystified as the rest but I myself believe in what most call manifest destiny. Life is full of crazy emotions, commercial brainwashing, and negative influence but I think at the end of the day we can only control so much of it and one thing we do actually have control over is how we feel. I have learned from my mom that by keeping a positive attitude, good things will attract like a magnet. It is like nature's way of keeping balance. But nature gives and takes and the more you have to give the more it can take. A loss is a hard thing to not feel bad about but we can only grow from every experience and choose how we feel about it when it is all said and done. I have tried to learn from every fail, every regret, every experience and build something from those that I felt the most strong. I reckon passion is like gas on a fire, and the more our internal burning flame grows the more fuel we can consume, fuel being the dream. But instead of burning it down we let that fucking flame rage. But I don't want my ego to consume like a forest fire; Some Evel Knievel heart throb idle hot shot racer. I just want to do what I dig and I really dig going fast. Really fast. I admit that I have more than a few passionate projects burning but they all keep me sane, somehow focused on something so that everything doesn't just drift away like dreams as we awake. Any day could be anyone's last so mind as well enjoy every day. And everything that brings joy, especially those wicked wheels.

About two weeks away from the first Hill Climb of the season. The Stock Car has sat untouched since the last race of the season over six months ago... I reckon I better get to it. Oh yeah and figure out what bike to race. They are all in need of a lot of attention. A lot of passion, a lot of burning, and the dream shall rage :)