Today at work a few, a very few, of us dressed up.
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Friday, October 31, 2008
Vampire vs Samurai
Last night Lori and I volunteered at this company called Compass that helps put homeless/low income families into affordable housing. They hosted a Trick-or-Treat for the kids of the families in their office building. It was a blast. Lori was a witch and me a Nosferatu. She handed out candy and I jumped from behind the door and scared the bajesus out of them. There were a couple kids that tried to act tough and start a fight with me! I couldn't believe it. But in all it was a great time.
Today at work a few, a very few, of us dressed up.
PICS
Today at work a few, a very few, of us dressed up.
PICS
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Tuesday's Dinner
Crispy baked spicy turkey fingers with mashed potatoes.
A comfort food, and one of our favs.
A comfort food, and one of our favs.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Sludgey
I didn't get the Desoto's master cylinder rebuilt this weekend, but I did find time to get it cleaned up. There was actually a master cylinder under all that crud! Maybe this weekend I can rebuild it. My new brake lines came in too.
Before
After
Before
After
Sunday's Dinner
So in an attempt to eat out less (and save money), we have planned a week of healthy meals. Domesticated bliss has its benefits!
Sunday: Shrimp Scampi and whole wheat pasta
Sunday: Shrimp Scampi and whole wheat pasta
Monday, October 27, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Anger, Fear, and Racism
Check out this sexy little video
Anger, Fear, Racism
McCain and mostly Palin sure have lit a fuse among the ignorant in this election. All the racists and uneducated are crawling out of the woodwork like insects. I can't wait for this election to be over.
And then some stupid Obama supporters
Anger, Fear, Racism
McCain and mostly Palin sure have lit a fuse among the ignorant in this election. All the racists and uneducated are crawling out of the woodwork like insects. I can't wait for this election to be over.
And then some stupid Obama supporters
Friday, October 24, 2008
Fake Hate Crimes
I've been following this story closely since yesterday. I called "bullshit" as soon as I read it and saw the picture. Guess I was right!
Police: McCain Volunteer's "Mutilation" Story Made Up
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
There And Back Again... A Motorbyke Tale
"Epic" is probably the best word to describe this weekend. I'm typing this while my body is barely able to move without me wincing. I don't think anything is broken. It's just that I'm old and I don't bounce back like I used to. At least I hope that's why.
Matt and I decided to try to do the Sheet Iron 300 course this weekend up between Stonyford and Fort Bragg. The Sheet Iron is a dual sport rally that occurs in April. We thought we'd give it a go just before rainy winter set in. I rode my 08 KLR650 and he on his XR400.
DAY 1:
Starting to get excited now
First casualty. Dropped my bike off the ramp and broke the left rear signal. I removed both and the back plastics.
I followed Matt into the woods on a fire trail and ate dirt most of the trip. He rides like a bat out of hell and really pushed me for my first time. I dropped my bike 3 times in the first 20 miles and no more after for the day.
We stopped at the Soda Creek General Store for a pan and directions. In was in the middle of nowhere.
And it had a lot of stuff.
Everywhere.
We hit a logger trail that was closed. My tie down broke loose and wrapped itself around my sprocket dislodging the chain. Miraculously it did no damage other than the chain guard. If my chain wasn't so old and loose it probably would have been a lot worse.
After an extremely hilly road we got to a barrier that seemed uncrossable. Some hillbilly must have been drunk and tried this. Lucky for us there was a rack that made an excellent ramp to have Matt drive the bikes over.
That's a long way down.
We popped out and hit a highway down to a small town where we got directions to a camp ground near Ukiah to stay for the night. It was closed, but we snuck in and found a trail down to a beach by a lake. Pretty much the most perfect scenario ever. Just in time to collect fire wood, put up the tent, and watch the sun go down.
DAY 2:
We did about 70 miles of some great highway roads in the freezing cold up to Covelo.
Back on to more endless fire roads and multiple times not knowing where we were.
And then it happened...
As I was going into a turn I tried to brake and my foot just hit the ground and I lost balance. I held on for dear life and my bike and I flew off the embankment into the side of the hill. I did a sommersault and landed on my head on a log. If it wasn't for my gear I would not be here. I was ok. I got up, was dazed. Pieces of my bike everywhere.
I sat there waiting for Matt to come back. I was banged up, but ok, but i didn't have the stamina to push my bike out. He had to hop on and ride it down and then out. I zip tied what I could together and continued on much less confident.
What had happened was the bolt holding my foot peg on worked it's way loose and the foot peg swung down. My foot ended up just pressing on air. And then me into the side of a mountain.
After some more problems like my rear brake constantly going out and my swingarm hitting a piece of bent metal, we reached the last 30 miles of the trip back to Stonyford. Probably some the coolest and most technical riding of the trip.
I kissed the ground when we got back just before dark. I looked like I was kissing a lot of dirt.
My body worse for wear. My bike worse for wear.
The yellow line is the Sheet Iron 300 course. The red and blue is what we rode.
In essence this weekend was one of those life-defining moments that you'll always remember. As soon as i heal and get my bike fixed up, I'll be planning another.
You can see all of the pictures HERE.
Matt and I decided to try to do the Sheet Iron 300 course this weekend up between Stonyford and Fort Bragg. The Sheet Iron is a dual sport rally that occurs in April. We thought we'd give it a go just before rainy winter set in. I rode my 08 KLR650 and he on his XR400.
DAY 1:
Starting to get excited now
First casualty. Dropped my bike off the ramp and broke the left rear signal. I removed both and the back plastics.
I followed Matt into the woods on a fire trail and ate dirt most of the trip. He rides like a bat out of hell and really pushed me for my first time. I dropped my bike 3 times in the first 20 miles and no more after for the day.
We stopped at the Soda Creek General Store for a pan and directions. In was in the middle of nowhere.
And it had a lot of stuff.
Everywhere.
We hit a logger trail that was closed. My tie down broke loose and wrapped itself around my sprocket dislodging the chain. Miraculously it did no damage other than the chain guard. If my chain wasn't so old and loose it probably would have been a lot worse.
After an extremely hilly road we got to a barrier that seemed uncrossable. Some hillbilly must have been drunk and tried this. Lucky for us there was a rack that made an excellent ramp to have Matt drive the bikes over.
That's a long way down.
We popped out and hit a highway down to a small town where we got directions to a camp ground near Ukiah to stay for the night. It was closed, but we snuck in and found a trail down to a beach by a lake. Pretty much the most perfect scenario ever. Just in time to collect fire wood, put up the tent, and watch the sun go down.
DAY 2:
We did about 70 miles of some great highway roads in the freezing cold up to Covelo.
Back on to more endless fire roads and multiple times not knowing where we were.
And then it happened...
As I was going into a turn I tried to brake and my foot just hit the ground and I lost balance. I held on for dear life and my bike and I flew off the embankment into the side of the hill. I did a sommersault and landed on my head on a log. If it wasn't for my gear I would not be here. I was ok. I got up, was dazed. Pieces of my bike everywhere.
I sat there waiting for Matt to come back. I was banged up, but ok, but i didn't have the stamina to push my bike out. He had to hop on and ride it down and then out. I zip tied what I could together and continued on much less confident.
What had happened was the bolt holding my foot peg on worked it's way loose and the foot peg swung down. My foot ended up just pressing on air. And then me into the side of a mountain.
After some more problems like my rear brake constantly going out and my swingarm hitting a piece of bent metal, we reached the last 30 miles of the trip back to Stonyford. Probably some the coolest and most technical riding of the trip.
I kissed the ground when we got back just before dark. I looked like I was kissing a lot of dirt.
My body worse for wear. My bike worse for wear.
The yellow line is the Sheet Iron 300 course. The red and blue is what we rode.
In essence this weekend was one of those life-defining moments that you'll always remember. As soon as i heal and get my bike fixed up, I'll be planning another.
You can see all of the pictures HERE.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Tell your momma, tell your pa
I love having country-folk parents from Ohio with progressive mindsets. When I asked my mom who she's voting for, I couldn't even finish the sentence before she blurted out "OBAMA." Yay ma!
Sunday, October 12, 2008
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