Thursday, January 28, 2010

The First Book I Have Ever Loved

J.D. Salinger passed away. In High School I remember Mrs. Brandes assigning The Catcher in the Rye. It was honestly the first book that spoke to me. I had no idea that he was a hip writer or that many serial killers owned this very book that I read so carefully. The moment I finished the book I knew that I needed to own it. The white mid-nineties edition that I still own and read occasionally is what sparked me on mid-century American literature. I can still envision standing in the rye next to the cliff or Holden in the hotel with the prostitute. Perfect.

Monday, January 18, 2010

In Response to MC ART

One of my favorite bikes of all time resides in SLO, saw it today while helping out Vic on an appraisel. The bikes front wheel was replaced with a 21 and the p-pad is a long version of a typical bates p-pad. I love the road pegs and mid pegs that are Andersons.

MLK weekend

-Yes it can rain a lot in California.

-Who says you don't need a full face helmet?

- This weekend was a big one. I did a lot of riding and spent some time with friends. Sunday mid-day, we spent remembering our friend John Whitaker. We rode out to Creston and spent a few hours reminiscing the life of a good friend. It made for one wet ride home. I think it was fitting. We will miss you John.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Born Free

We will be there.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Animal Rights vs. Motorcycle Club

Johnstown, PA (GlossyNews) – Local and state police scoured the hills outside rural Johnstown, Pennsylvania, after reports of three animal rights activists going missing after attempting to protest the wearing of leather at a large motorcycle gang rally this weekend. Two others, previously reported missing, were discovered by fast food workers “duct taped inside several fast food restaurant dumpsters,” according to police officials.
“Something just went wrong,” said a still visibly shaken organizer of the protest. “Something just went horribly, horribly, wrong.”

The organizer said a group of concerned animal rights activist groups, “growing tired of throwing fake blood and shouting profanities at older women wearing leather or fur coats,” decided to protest the annual motorcycle club event “in a hope to show them our outrage at their wanton use of leather in their clothing and motor bike seats.” “In fact,” said the organizer, “motorcycle gangs are one of the biggest abusers of wearing leather, and we decided it was high time that we let them know that we disagree with them using it…ergo, they should stop.”

According to witnesses, protesters arrived at the event in a vintage 1960’s era Volkswagen van and began to pelt the gang members with balloons filled with red colored water, simulating blood, and shouting “you’re murderers” to passers by. This, evidently, is when the brouhaha began.

“They peed on me!!!” charged one activist. “They grabbed me, said I looked like I was French, started calling me ‘La Trene’, and duct taped me to a tree so they could pee on me all day!”

“I…I was trying to show my outrage at a man with a heavy leather jacket, and he…he didn’t even care. I called him a murderer, and all he said was, ‘You can’t prove that.’ Next thing I know he forced me to ride on the back of his motorcycle all day, and would not let me off, because his girl friend was out of town and I was almost a woman.”

Still others claimed they were forced to eat hamburgers and hot dogs under duress. Those who resisted were allegedly held down while several bikers “farted on their heads.”

Police officials declined comments on any leads or arrests due to the ongoing nature of the investigation, however, organizers for the motorcycle club rally expressed “surprise” at the allegations.

“That’s preposterous,” said one high-ranking member of the biker organizing committee. “We were having a party, and these people showed up and were very rude to us. They threw things at us, called us names, and tried to ruin the entire event. So, what did we do? We invited them to the party! What could be more friendly than that? You know, just because we are all members of motorcycle clubs does not mean we do not care about inclusiveness. Personally, I think it shows a lack of character for them to be saying such nasty things about us after we bent over backwards to make them feel welcome.”

When confronted with the allegations of force-feeding the activists meat, using them as ad hoc latrines, leaving them incapacitated in fast food restaurant dumpsters, and ‘farting on their heads,’ the organizer declined to comment in detail. “That’s just our secret handshake,” assured the organizer.

Saturday, January 2, 2010


I sit here humbled by an attack on my immune system. My body weakened by something microscopic and seemingly insignificant. An entity so small that can bring the world to its knees. Words like; Pandemic. Plague. Scourge. They illustrate the complexity and enormity that something unforeseeable and tiny can have such an impact on not only ones life but the course of history. We look to the black plague, influenza and polio as examples of great devastation that unforeseen items have one your life.