Tomorow...

we will be gone. see you out there! we will be the ones with the blow up doll and blue Luchador mask. and remember... SHOW ME UR TITS!!!

8 days away

So isssue after isssue and a couple changes to the plan since my last post. where to start... Dirty wrecked his bike a few weeks ago and broke his wrist. I got rotten gut disease and ended up in the hospital for a week, not to mention other big time issues in my life that I would need a whole page to explain. Our original plan to cruise up the california coast got cancelled. seems like a lot, and most people would agree that all of these problems combined would make any group of guys sit back and think... maybe this trip is not meant to be. well, not this group of dumb asses! I am starting to realize in my charmed life, that the things that really matter to me seem to find a way of working themselves out.

so on some good notes... Dirty is going to drive Skin Flints truck due to the fucked up cast on his arm. gonna pack up some food and fuel to save on cash. The doc cleared me for the trip so I am packing up my pills and metamucil and hitting the fucking road! issues at home are still complicated, but for now, I am saying fuck it, scrounging what I can and making this trip happen. as for the route... decided to head back up through Colorado, Wyoming, and Montana. should be some good riding, and it is some scenary that none of us have seen before.

so all and all... shit gets fucked up, but you keep going and you try to enjoy your life along the way. see you mother fuckers out there!

34 days...

I just wanna Get Gone!!!

40 days to go...

Well the past few days have been eventful. So Dirty went down last Sunday. We decided that we would all get out and about and go for a local poker run for the kindney disease research. Good cause so good karma eh... not really how it turned out. We made it all the way to the end with nothing more than some rain beating on us down from Quilicene, but on the way home ole' Dirt Mc'Girt decided he was gonna go for a slide going 60 down highway 3! His black bitch made it out of the slide with only some minor paint and exhaust abrasions. As for Dirt, he ended up fracturing a wrist bone. the type of fracture that puts him in a cast 40 days before the Smoke Out. So while he heals we are going to fix the bike up (with easy clutch set up!), and hope that he is a Wolverine like mutant healer. don't count him out yet!
On a positive note, Skin Flint got all his new gear in and is ready to pack up and get out of town. so a couple oil changes possibly next week, and the 2 of us will be ready.

closer to the Smoke Out

57 days! We have actually got some planning done and out of the way. Rooms are booked, friends are called, and money is spent! we have it all mapped out up to San Diego, then it is going to be a free for all up the coast. maybe we will just sleep on a beach somewhere.

So it is getting down to that time before the trip. you know that 8 year old the night before Disney Land time. Everytime I go out to the garage and see the bike, I think of how it is going to be packed. what should I bring? what do I still need to buy? How much is Skin Flint actually gonna make me drink?! I have started a small pile of tools and supplies that need to be brought with. is this just a compulsive whack job thing, or do all other 32 year old men act like a little kid when thinking of being out on the road and away from life?

68 more days!

New Sissy bar/rack/backrest/bag holder... 76 more days til trip, is it to early to pack?!