Route 66 through Arizona’s Spine
Jan25

Route 66 through Arizona’s Spine

I never liked New Years. I understand its purpose; new beginnings, years to remember, years to forget. That’s all bullshit to me; I have choices to make and answers to find. I need to take a step forward and see where it leads me. I called a friend. She reprimanded me and told me to stop acting like a pussy, “You create your purpose,” she said, “quit being passive, turn the world into your horse.” I don’t need a party to figure...

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Route 66, The Mother Road, America’s Time Machine
Jan22

Route 66, The Mother Road, America’s Time Machine

I never liked New Years. I understand its purpose; new beginnings, years to remember, years to forget. I don’t need a party to figure this out. I don’t need a night of alcohol and a kiss from a random girl. I need to cross into the high desert with a good friend. Travel to a place I call The Spine of Arizona. Ever since I was a kid, I believed a sort of spirit lived there. He was difficult to find, if you searched too hard, he would...

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How I rode my motorcycle to the beginning of time.
Dec29

How I rode my motorcycle to the beginning of time.

Legend has it, that high above the city of Pasadena, on the mountain known as Wilson, lies a time warp that will take you back to the beginning of the Universe. I don’t believe in such things, but today I decided to find out if it were true. The Ride: Silver Lake up The 2 Highway, through The Crest to the top of Mount Wilson. Sometimes you just take a step forward and live by the consequences. The Crest is a special place; some...

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Sometimes life does not change at the margins
Dec07

Sometimes life does not change at the margins

One moment you are looking over the top of Yosemite falls, down a 2000-foot granite cliff, water droplets splashing against your skin. The next moment you are looking death in the face, laughing about the way you are going to die.   I had summited El Capitan earlier in the day, also the lesser known, but more beautiful Eagle Mountain. I looked at Yosemite Valley from its highest perch and It brought me to tears.   I ended...

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Lake Hollywood by motorcycle from Los Feliz
Nov12

Lake Hollywood by motorcycle from Los Feliz

The worst kind of loneliness is the kind you feel when you are not alone. Sometimes it hits you when you are surrounded by friends, only to realize you have nothing left in common. Other times it’s with family, when they now have a family of their own. The worst is when you look over to the person lying next to you, and you feel no love. Whatever the reason, the best solution is always a ride. So I decided to visit an old happy...

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