I suppose good blogs are ones that are updated from time to time. Oh well, fuck it.
The Bug is coming along at a dreadfully slow pace. But moving faster as of late than it had been. I am fully aware of the self induced pressures to get it done. I mean, I really want to drive that car. But the fact is that as much as I know about cars and as easy as this car is to work on, I find myself focusing on details and methods of operation a little too much. This makes progress very slow. However, it's my toy, I'll play any damn way I want. Second, I see no real problem in doing things the way I want (and when I want). Yet the impatience still weighs down on my shoulders with constant pressure. I want to drive it. I can't drive it...yet.
The thing is, it's really not that far away from being drivable. That's the beauty of it. At least that's what I tell myself. I suppose I'm hoping it's true and if I say enough perhaps it will be. But seriously, it's mostly just a matter of bolting it together. Sure I'm waiting for a part here, ordering a part there. But mostly it's all here and waiting. Especially for the style I'm going for. It's going to be one cool little car when it's all done.
Also, the beer belly is coming along nicely as well! This whole not riding, not working out thing is working great in the get fat and out of shape goals I seem to be setting. Yeah, if I keep this up I'll be fat and bald in no time!
Too bad ladies....I'm spoken for.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Well, today the Phoenix weather kept me from nothing. It's kind of hard not to ride/hike/explore when you're living in 60 degrees, mostly sunny with nice breeze all day. Maybe some scattered showers here and there just for fun...but strangely nowhere that I was at any particular time. Just sort of off in the distance. I suppose the weather did keep me from riding really hard. I was forced into a leisure pace which including such time consuming things as stopping (often) to smell flowers, and stopping (more often) to admire the scenery. Yeah, it was nice out today.
Though nothing like the weather in D.C. the other day. I must say that the trip was very nice. I had a blast. The only thing I would do differently is stay longer on the east coast. I would have liked to have a pizza experience, and they say that you haven't ridden a subway until you've ridden the NYC subway. I guess, in other words I'm saying that I'm going to New York and check out that scene pretty soon.
It was fun to play dress up in cold weather clothes as well. Most of what I wear usually consists of a t-shirt and shorts, or jeans if it's chilly out. Not in Lancaster though...not at all. But the scarf that Ms. Lola Marie made was crazy warm. At first I was a little apprehensive about sporting a scarf. I didn't want to look to "metro" if you know what I mean. But once you feel the warm hug under your coat you're hooked!! Plus the colors were cool and not feminine at all. So, basically we decided we like home made clothing because it comes custom, and everybody loves custom.
I had never been out east before. Unless you count Florida...and I don't. Florida is like California....but with more old people. And I know what California is about. No, I had never before seen the landscape of Pennsylvania. I had never seen the farms, the small towns. I had never seen the architecture of a small city such as Lancaster. I had never seen the way they stack building right next to one another. With the cycle of buildings broken only occasionally by a church that always seems more beautiful than the last. I'm talking cathedrals people! Very beautiful....indeed.
We went to Londas local hang out. A nice place called Yorgo's. We sat and had drinks, while people she went to school with showed up here and there. I think we stayed at the bar so long partly because of the cold air outside. It was very cold for this desert dweller, but otherwise I couldn't have asked for better weather. At one point our server/bartender/sister of a girl Londa went to school with came over to our table because, with us being the only customers, she had nothing better to do. She was a little drunk, which was good considering Londa and I had been tying one on for a while at this point. Anyway, she came over and just kind of joined the conversation for a bit. The place just added to the "home" style of everything I saw in PA.
It was just a nice trip all around. It was some much over due and much needed time alone with just the two of us. And it was an excellent chance to broaden my traveling horizon. We only get one trip on this carousel called life on the third tiny planet. Might as well check the place out....at least a little.
Though nothing like the weather in D.C. the other day. I must say that the trip was very nice. I had a blast. The only thing I would do differently is stay longer on the east coast. I would have liked to have a pizza experience, and they say that you haven't ridden a subway until you've ridden the NYC subway. I guess, in other words I'm saying that I'm going to New York and check out that scene pretty soon.
It was fun to play dress up in cold weather clothes as well. Most of what I wear usually consists of a t-shirt and shorts, or jeans if it's chilly out. Not in Lancaster though...not at all. But the scarf that Ms. Lola Marie made was crazy warm. At first I was a little apprehensive about sporting a scarf. I didn't want to look to "metro" if you know what I mean. But once you feel the warm hug under your coat you're hooked!! Plus the colors were cool and not feminine at all. So, basically we decided we like home made clothing because it comes custom, and everybody loves custom.
I had never been out east before. Unless you count Florida...and I don't. Florida is like California....but with more old people. And I know what California is about. No, I had never before seen the landscape of Pennsylvania. I had never seen the farms, the small towns. I had never seen the architecture of a small city such as Lancaster. I had never seen the way they stack building right next to one another. With the cycle of buildings broken only occasionally by a church that always seems more beautiful than the last. I'm talking cathedrals people! Very beautiful....indeed.
We went to Londas local hang out. A nice place called Yorgo's. We sat and had drinks, while people she went to school with showed up here and there. I think we stayed at the bar so long partly because of the cold air outside. It was very cold for this desert dweller, but otherwise I couldn't have asked for better weather. At one point our server/bartender/sister of a girl Londa went to school with came over to our table because, with us being the only customers, she had nothing better to do. She was a little drunk, which was good considering Londa and I had been tying one on for a while at this point. Anyway, she came over and just kind of joined the conversation for a bit. The place just added to the "home" style of everything I saw in PA.
It was just a nice trip all around. It was some much over due and much needed time alone with just the two of us. And it was an excellent chance to broaden my traveling horizon. We only get one trip on this carousel called life on the third tiny planet. Might as well check the place out....at least a little.
Monday, February 18, 2008
The Dream
I had a dream the other night that disturbed me. I’d like to share it with you all right now.
It started off with me in a car show. The weather was a cloudy gray, but it was like a California morning in the way that you could feel that the sun would burn it off eventually. I was looking at a very beautiful 1969 SS Camaro. The car was a bright yellow with white racing stripes going over the top of it. Next to it was an equally beautiful SS El Camino with the same color scheme. I felt that the cars were pretty, but I remember thinking that the owner must have been very proud of them as he had an asking price of about $100,000.00 for each.
I then turned and noticed that the show was being held at a racetrack and I decided I wanted to go for a drive on the course. I immediately found myself behind a Porsche. When I say behind I mean that it was in that elevated camera angle you get when you play racing games on a play station or x-box. It was like I was playing a video game and this is the car I am controlling. I was on the track and the weather was still a cloudy gray, the track was brand new asphalt black with green grass boarders for a bit then trees blocking any view but what was right in front of me.
As I was going down the track it dawned on me that I didn’t know if I was going the right direction. Just then I came around a corner and the racers on the track were coming straight at me on a pace lap. All of the cars quickly lined up single file on my left. I passed all of them, turned the car around (at this moment I find my Porsche is brown with a big number 8 on the side) and get in line behind them.
At this point the car looses its variable speed control and the only options I have are full throttle or no throttle. Also, my camera angle is falling and I’m going down to ground level. I start to loose track of the car as it starts passing other cars and I can’t see around them. Just as I start to think that this could be dangerous I see my Porsche leap in the air and land on a Honda Civic. I fly up to the seen only to find that just as in the video game all the cars are still functional, they’re just a little beat up.
Here’s where I’m disturbed. After I get to the seen, not only is my car functional, but it has taken control of itself and I am now only a spectator in my dream. I feel now as if I’m watching it all unfold on television. The car takes off, smashing into other cars, turning some of them over. It goes off track and spins the tires shooting sand and grass everywhere as it lines up to hit other cars. My Porsche has now turned into a Nitro Funny car and is heading for the pits (where the car show is).
The car jumps over the pit wall and lands on the El Camino. As it smashes the El Camino it flips over and lands on the ground leaning up against the Camaro. I can see the bottom of the car. I can see the different colors of the drive train and the engine. Gold and blue parts, red parts all beautiful in that chaotic beautiful machine way. The car is spinning its wheels forward and back trying to get free of the Camaro and trying to right itself with evil intent that I can feel.
At this point everything moves into slow motion, this lasts for the rest of the dream. I look over and see a kid running to get a closer look at the wreckage. When the kid gets close, too close, the funny car frees itself from the Camaro but lands upside down on top of the kid. The kid manages to get out from under the car and looks over at me. I can see that he’s been badly burned by the flames and the hot engine components. He looks over at me and mouths a “what the fuck?” as he runs away in slow motion.
I look back at the funny car now sitting upside down at full throttle. The driver climbs out of the car and crawls under the engine. The engine at this point is red from the heat. It’s about to blow up and parts are starting to melt. The driver positions himself under the engine and as parts start to melt off and land on him he starts rubbing the molten mettle all over himself like he’s in ecstasy.
The police show up with guns drawn and pointing at the driver of the car. We all start to back away and just then the car blows up. I can see the driver, he explodes with the car and his body parts start flying up against the pit wall. Blood begins to splatter everywhere.
And I wake up. I’m not scared. I’m not breathing heavy. I just lay in bed in wonder about my dream. I’m blown away by what my mind conjured up. This was last Friday, and I still remember the dream in that detail 3 days later.
It started off with me in a car show. The weather was a cloudy gray, but it was like a California morning in the way that you could feel that the sun would burn it off eventually. I was looking at a very beautiful 1969 SS Camaro. The car was a bright yellow with white racing stripes going over the top of it. Next to it was an equally beautiful SS El Camino with the same color scheme. I felt that the cars were pretty, but I remember thinking that the owner must have been very proud of them as he had an asking price of about $100,000.00 for each.
I then turned and noticed that the show was being held at a racetrack and I decided I wanted to go for a drive on the course. I immediately found myself behind a Porsche. When I say behind I mean that it was in that elevated camera angle you get when you play racing games on a play station or x-box. It was like I was playing a video game and this is the car I am controlling. I was on the track and the weather was still a cloudy gray, the track was brand new asphalt black with green grass boarders for a bit then trees blocking any view but what was right in front of me.
As I was going down the track it dawned on me that I didn’t know if I was going the right direction. Just then I came around a corner and the racers on the track were coming straight at me on a pace lap. All of the cars quickly lined up single file on my left. I passed all of them, turned the car around (at this moment I find my Porsche is brown with a big number 8 on the side) and get in line behind them.
At this point the car looses its variable speed control and the only options I have are full throttle or no throttle. Also, my camera angle is falling and I’m going down to ground level. I start to loose track of the car as it starts passing other cars and I can’t see around them. Just as I start to think that this could be dangerous I see my Porsche leap in the air and land on a Honda Civic. I fly up to the seen only to find that just as in the video game all the cars are still functional, they’re just a little beat up.
Here’s where I’m disturbed. After I get to the seen, not only is my car functional, but it has taken control of itself and I am now only a spectator in my dream. I feel now as if I’m watching it all unfold on television. The car takes off, smashing into other cars, turning some of them over. It goes off track and spins the tires shooting sand and grass everywhere as it lines up to hit other cars. My Porsche has now turned into a Nitro Funny car and is heading for the pits (where the car show is).
The car jumps over the pit wall and lands on the El Camino. As it smashes the El Camino it flips over and lands on the ground leaning up against the Camaro. I can see the bottom of the car. I can see the different colors of the drive train and the engine. Gold and blue parts, red parts all beautiful in that chaotic beautiful machine way. The car is spinning its wheels forward and back trying to get free of the Camaro and trying to right itself with evil intent that I can feel.
At this point everything moves into slow motion, this lasts for the rest of the dream. I look over and see a kid running to get a closer look at the wreckage. When the kid gets close, too close, the funny car frees itself from the Camaro but lands upside down on top of the kid. The kid manages to get out from under the car and looks over at me. I can see that he’s been badly burned by the flames and the hot engine components. He looks over at me and mouths a “what the fuck?” as he runs away in slow motion.
I look back at the funny car now sitting upside down at full throttle. The driver climbs out of the car and crawls under the engine. The engine at this point is red from the heat. It’s about to blow up and parts are starting to melt. The driver positions himself under the engine and as parts start to melt off and land on him he starts rubbing the molten mettle all over himself like he’s in ecstasy.
The police show up with guns drawn and pointing at the driver of the car. We all start to back away and just then the car blows up. I can see the driver, he explodes with the car and his body parts start flying up against the pit wall. Blood begins to splatter everywhere.
And I wake up. I’m not scared. I’m not breathing heavy. I just lay in bed in wonder about my dream. I’m blown away by what my mind conjured up. This was last Friday, and I still remember the dream in that detail 3 days later.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Can you see anything?
Night rides...don'cha Love 'em?
Some are better than others, but some seem bad but are good later. Some are caught on cold rainy nights, fighting the wind and rain....miserable. But I was smiling then and I'm smiling now.
Some are done in a race conditions under pressure...well sort of. I mean...its an Epic event...how much pressure could you be under? But still, it's interesting. It always trips me out coming back into 24hour town. It just feels like I was alone for so long and then you come around the corner and there's people and lights and sometimes there's food cooking...delicious.
Some are done in the heat of summer, with some buddies and one of your buddies girl friends who is just about as rookie as you can get, but there she is, right behind you, and doing better than expected and having fun. It's her first time on Desert Classic AND her first night ride.
But sometime, they're done alone...with no lights...under a full moon. It's rides like this that always force me to stop at a few key locations for reflection...and medication.
It is by far one of the coolest things. I'll always remember riding Hawes at night and coming around a corner with the moon behind a saguaro. At first it scared the shit out of me because I thought it was a man off trail waving me down. I almost ate shit! But then I saw it for what it was.
It was a black sky lit up by the moon into an almost mid-night blue. No stars around the bright moon, but the silhouette of the saguaro was cradling the moon with one of it's arms. Behind that the silhouette of the mountains blacken everything else out until my immediate vicinity. Here everything is clear. Here is about as close to God as I get. Here is why I ride.
Some are better than others, but some seem bad but are good later. Some are caught on cold rainy nights, fighting the wind and rain....miserable. But I was smiling then and I'm smiling now.
Some are done in a race conditions under pressure...well sort of. I mean...its an Epic event...how much pressure could you be under? But still, it's interesting. It always trips me out coming back into 24hour town. It just feels like I was alone for so long and then you come around the corner and there's people and lights and sometimes there's food cooking...delicious.
Some are done in the heat of summer, with some buddies and one of your buddies girl friends who is just about as rookie as you can get, but there she is, right behind you, and doing better than expected and having fun. It's her first time on Desert Classic AND her first night ride.
But sometime, they're done alone...with no lights...under a full moon. It's rides like this that always force me to stop at a few key locations for reflection...and medication.
It is by far one of the coolest things. I'll always remember riding Hawes at night and coming around a corner with the moon behind a saguaro. At first it scared the shit out of me because I thought it was a man off trail waving me down. I almost ate shit! But then I saw it for what it was.
It was a black sky lit up by the moon into an almost mid-night blue. No stars around the bright moon, but the silhouette of the saguaro was cradling the moon with one of it's arms. Behind that the silhouette of the mountains blacken everything else out until my immediate vicinity. Here everything is clear. Here is about as close to God as I get. Here is why I ride.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Pork chops with hard cider pan sauce
Here's the list.
8 bone-in pork loin or rib chops, about 1 inch think, trimmed of fat (I didn't trim shit!!!!)
Rub:
1 tbsp. paprika
1 tbsp. garlic powder
1 tbsp. onion powder
1 tbsp. dry mustard
1.5 tsp. dry mustard
.25 tsp. cayenne (but I put a little more)
Sauce:
1 cup hard cider or apple juice (I used cider)
.25 cup Dijon or creole mustard
1 tbsp. Worcestershire sauce
1 tbsp. Tomato paste
1-2 dashes of hot sauce (I used about 4-5 heavy dashes of Tapatio)
.25 cup heave cream
Put the rub on the chops and let them sit for about 15-20 minutes then cook 'em in a skillet with some olive oil. Cook them until they're about a 145 deg. in the center then pull 'em off and let them sit on a some kind of grate or something to let the air pass underneath. You don't want them to get all soggy and nasty...it's just gross. After that you'll want to cook the sauce. It's easy, just put the cider in the pan that you cooked the chops in. Use a fork or something to get all the delicious bits off the pan that the chops left. Mmmmmm. Okay, after about 5 minutes or so mix in the rest of the crap on the list. Except the cream! Cook it like that for 2-3 minutes and then pull it off the heat and mix in the cream. I made the mistake of just blending everything together in a measuring cup before hand, but it came out fine. You could do it that way but, you know...whatever. I got this recipe out of a cook book my Granny gave me. Good stuff.
Cooking is good for you. I recomend it to everyone. I've developed it as a hobbie, and I find a zen like quality in it. It's a good way to develope friendships and heal the soul. Which reminds me...don't forget to ride your bike today!!!
8 bone-in pork loin or rib chops, about 1 inch think, trimmed of fat (I didn't trim shit!!!!)
Rub:
1 tbsp. paprika
1 tbsp. garlic powder
1 tbsp. onion powder
1 tbsp. dry mustard
1.5 tsp. dry mustard
.25 tsp. cayenne (but I put a little more)
Sauce:
1 cup hard cider or apple juice (I used cider)
.25 cup Dijon or creole mustard
1 tbsp. Worcestershire sauce
1 tbsp. Tomato paste
1-2 dashes of hot sauce (I used about 4-5 heavy dashes of Tapatio)
.25 cup heave cream
Put the rub on the chops and let them sit for about 15-20 minutes then cook 'em in a skillet with some olive oil. Cook them until they're about a 145 deg. in the center then pull 'em off and let them sit on a some kind of grate or something to let the air pass underneath. You don't want them to get all soggy and nasty...it's just gross. After that you'll want to cook the sauce. It's easy, just put the cider in the pan that you cooked the chops in. Use a fork or something to get all the delicious bits off the pan that the chops left. Mmmmmm. Okay, after about 5 minutes or so mix in the rest of the crap on the list. Except the cream! Cook it like that for 2-3 minutes and then pull it off the heat and mix in the cream. I made the mistake of just blending everything together in a measuring cup before hand, but it came out fine. You could do it that way but, you know...whatever. I got this recipe out of a cook book my Granny gave me. Good stuff.
Cooking is good for you. I recomend it to everyone. I've developed it as a hobbie, and I find a zen like quality in it. It's a good way to develope friendships and heal the soul. Which reminds me...don't forget to ride your bike today!!!
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Superfuckingrockstarexpealidotios
Someone told me "be great in '08". Sounded good.
Be great........in '08.
Be great.
Be great in everything. Not just this year, but in everything all the time.
Be great in school
Be great in work
Be great in home, in play, in riding, in hiking, in exploring. Be great in everything.
Why not? It sounds easy enough. It sounds like a good way to live anyway. But what is greatness? What does that mean? Does it mean the accomplishment of some goal? Does it mean being better than the guy next door? Having that shinny thing, or new part, or new bike? Is that great? Or, is it merely to be happy? Happy with what you've got now. Happy with the direction you've put yourself in.
I think to be great in the sense of how you're livin' is to be happy. To have a level of contentment with who you are.
But it's difficult to be great all the time. It can be done though.
I think it comes down to that first decision of a new goal. In every decision we must ask ourselves if this particular step is going to bring us closer to happiness. Is this decision, be it to turn left, or to turn right going take us that one step closer toward greatness? Toward accomplishing that goal of happiness? Will this small decision be in the correct direction for my happiness, or am I satisfying some other need (like greed, anger, or jealousy).
To be happy, truly happy, will require some small amount of personal sacrifice I'm sure. Anger, greed and jealousy are very real emotions that I can't take lightly. They affect my young mind, and have a profound effect on my decisions. We need to stop and take a look around and ask the simple question. "Does this take me in the direction of happiness?" Once the question is asked the decision can be made with a clarity that was not there before and perhaps then we can achieve the ultimate goal.
The goal of happiness.
Be great in '08 people.
Be great........in '08.
Be great.
Be great in everything. Not just this year, but in everything all the time.
Be great in school
Be great in work
Be great in home, in play, in riding, in hiking, in exploring. Be great in everything.
Why not? It sounds easy enough. It sounds like a good way to live anyway. But what is greatness? What does that mean? Does it mean the accomplishment of some goal? Does it mean being better than the guy next door? Having that shinny thing, or new part, or new bike? Is that great? Or, is it merely to be happy? Happy with what you've got now. Happy with the direction you've put yourself in.
I think to be great in the sense of how you're livin' is to be happy. To have a level of contentment with who you are.
But it's difficult to be great all the time. It can be done though.
I think it comes down to that first decision of a new goal. In every decision we must ask ourselves if this particular step is going to bring us closer to happiness. Is this decision, be it to turn left, or to turn right going take us that one step closer toward greatness? Toward accomplishing that goal of happiness? Will this small decision be in the correct direction for my happiness, or am I satisfying some other need (like greed, anger, or jealousy).
To be happy, truly happy, will require some small amount of personal sacrifice I'm sure. Anger, greed and jealousy are very real emotions that I can't take lightly. They affect my young mind, and have a profound effect on my decisions. We need to stop and take a look around and ask the simple question. "Does this take me in the direction of happiness?" Once the question is asked the decision can be made with a clarity that was not there before and perhaps then we can achieve the ultimate goal.
The goal of happiness.
Be great in '08 people.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
I had such a good ride today. It almost didn’t happen, and I suppose those often are the best rides. It’s amazing how often life can get in the way of living. But wet rainy days are hard to come by in the sonoran desert so off I went. The weather cooperated so well with interspersed sections of warm sunshine cutting through the raining clouds. It really did make for some good times on the bike…to be sure.
I took time to stop on my ride today. It’s one of the things I enjoy so much about the sport. It can be equal parts sport and therapy. I stop and think about the people in my life, what they want, not only from me but also from themselves. Everybody wants something, and everybody gets what they want. It’s true. When I got my divorce I didn’t think I wanted that. I found out later that weather I wanted it or not at the time was irrelevant. I needed it. It needed to happen for her and for myself as we wouldn’t have met some of the people that we’ve met, nor would we have learned the life lessons that only losing everything could teach. We both knew we needed the finalization in order to reconstruct our lives in the manner we saw fit. We needed to live the type of life we actually wanted. And that’s what we got…just what we wanted. Of course maybe I was just stoned.
Back on track…South Mountain was glorious today. The dirt was at once tacky and Velcro like (as one rider I met on the trail described it) and at the next moment slicker than snot. But those slick sections had that same Velcro feel just under the surface. It was kind of cool, you’d be going around a turn or on some kind of off-camber section and a wheel would slip out sideways for just a moment, only to catch on the “good dirt” waiting just underneath.
Everything was wet and clean, fresh and rejuvenated. It’s truly amazing how much a little rain affects the plants in the desert. It’s such a harsh environment and the life that exists must be equally as harsh. I mean take a second and actually stop and look at desert life. It’s intense man!!! Big plants take root and grow in the shadow of other smaller plants for protection from the relentless sun. Those plants grow big and return the favor to the smaller plants and also to the smaller animals that in turn feed the larger ones and on and on.
I’m kind of rambling hear so I’ll get back on track. I just Love the desert so much, my mind starts to race at all the beauty and I get lost in thought. So…here we go, back on track…again.
Later that night I prepared a delicious meal. I call the meal Jason because it’s cheap and easy but leaves a good taste in your mouth. Spinach, wild rice, chicken breast and pesto sauce. Like a I said, cheap, easy and delicious. If you want the recipe let me know I’ll send it to ya’. But basically put the spinach down, then the rice, then the chicken and cover in pesto. Couldn’t be cheaper, easier, or tastier.
Taking a young lady to a holiday party followed dinner. At the party there was a black jack tournament with everyone competing for door prize as opposed to playing with actual money. I’m not much of a gambler per se, but I do find it funny that I started with a fake $250.00 and wound up winning what would have been $8000.00. Let’s just say that’s a bunch of bull shit right there. I wanted my fake money!! I don’t think I could do that well with real money. If I ever have the opportunity to try it out I’d like to do that.
I took time to stop on my ride today. It’s one of the things I enjoy so much about the sport. It can be equal parts sport and therapy. I stop and think about the people in my life, what they want, not only from me but also from themselves. Everybody wants something, and everybody gets what they want. It’s true. When I got my divorce I didn’t think I wanted that. I found out later that weather I wanted it or not at the time was irrelevant. I needed it. It needed to happen for her and for myself as we wouldn’t have met some of the people that we’ve met, nor would we have learned the life lessons that only losing everything could teach. We both knew we needed the finalization in order to reconstruct our lives in the manner we saw fit. We needed to live the type of life we actually wanted. And that’s what we got…just what we wanted. Of course maybe I was just stoned.
Back on track…South Mountain was glorious today. The dirt was at once tacky and Velcro like (as one rider I met on the trail described it) and at the next moment slicker than snot. But those slick sections had that same Velcro feel just under the surface. It was kind of cool, you’d be going around a turn or on some kind of off-camber section and a wheel would slip out sideways for just a moment, only to catch on the “good dirt” waiting just underneath.
Everything was wet and clean, fresh and rejuvenated. It’s truly amazing how much a little rain affects the plants in the desert. It’s such a harsh environment and the life that exists must be equally as harsh. I mean take a second and actually stop and look at desert life. It’s intense man!!! Big plants take root and grow in the shadow of other smaller plants for protection from the relentless sun. Those plants grow big and return the favor to the smaller plants and also to the smaller animals that in turn feed the larger ones and on and on.
I’m kind of rambling hear so I’ll get back on track. I just Love the desert so much, my mind starts to race at all the beauty and I get lost in thought. So…here we go, back on track…again.
Later that night I prepared a delicious meal. I call the meal Jason because it’s cheap and easy but leaves a good taste in your mouth. Spinach, wild rice, chicken breast and pesto sauce. Like a I said, cheap, easy and delicious. If you want the recipe let me know I’ll send it to ya’. But basically put the spinach down, then the rice, then the chicken and cover in pesto. Couldn’t be cheaper, easier, or tastier.
Taking a young lady to a holiday party followed dinner. At the party there was a black jack tournament with everyone competing for door prize as opposed to playing with actual money. I’m not much of a gambler per se, but I do find it funny that I started with a fake $250.00 and wound up winning what would have been $8000.00. Let’s just say that’s a bunch of bull shit right there. I wanted my fake money!! I don’t think I could do that well with real money. If I ever have the opportunity to try it out I’d like to do that.
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