How can you not ride this?

Pop!

Goes my heart.

Whoa! "Wha happened?..."

I know right!?

Over nighter with my lady.

Sometimes you just have to take some time and get away with the one you love. Spend some money, eat well, love each others' company, and make your way with each other.

We started the night at the Pearl for an exceptional dinner, then headed to the Delta King to see what treasures it held. Spent the night there and had a FABulous breakfast. We made it down to the Auto Museum and saw a car or two. I am drawn to the bikes. I acted dumber than a slug around the KZ1000. It was the bike that Ponch actually rode in CHiP's!

Thank you Kitten.

Thanksgiving with the 21st.

Yes. It's that time of year again. The 860th and the 21st put a feast on for everybody. It was good, and everyone went away full. God blessed us abundantly!

What can I do?

“I think of myself as an intelligent, sensitive human being with the soul of a clown which always forces me to blow it at the most important moments.”
-Jim Morrison

Geez...if this isn't the most accurate. Think about me for a moment. Think about all the encounters we've had. What's your opinion? I'm just this guy right? I like to play my guitar, ride my cycles, read my blogs, play with my kids. That's really about it. I have this verbiage that I use to communicate with people. This is where things seem to go odd. If I'm writing to someone, like I am here, I really go out of my way to make it sound like I'm actually speaking to you instead of laying down a bunch clinical facts. This means quite a bit to me. To be able to have you the reader understand what I'm communicating to you on paper is of ultra importance to me. If it comes across in any way other than my intention i.e. taken the wrong way, it means I'm not making my point or am not communicating effectively.

As for this quote by Jim Morrison, I think it sums up my hilarity quite well. I see myself mostly the same way. Then there's this part of me deep inside, that wants to go over the top and make it grand. Memorable. I've achieved that countless times. It's those important moments, the candid moments, the sad moments, when my optimistic and playful outlook flare up. I say something to lighten the mood. Either by joke or oddity and it's all over from there. True friendships are so rare with me. I'm guessing due to the fact that most people see me as a jackass and figure it best to move on and not associate with me. That makes me sad. Sometimes I actually bond and hope for a long lasting deal, but I seem to be too much and it all crumbles. For my friends that put up with me continually, thank you. For the ones where it wasn't meant to be, I got what I deserved. I guess that's just part of being the hilarity that I am. Kinda sad isn't it?

"What can I do to make you love me?"
-Andrea Corr

Today is the day...

...I count myself lucky.

Sometimes we ride together.

I love it when we do <3

Pulp Fiction?

Met up with Morgan to talk math.  And this is what happens.

Steve...

...has been rebuilding his bike for almost a year. He went down. He walked away sore but the frame was bent up. This was the first time I'd seen it out. This is one of my most favorite RK's. Great color and killer cams. Good job Steve!

Eli...

...brought a friend over today! WW!

Election 2012!

I know this probably doesn't mean anything to anybody. I mean, something as simple as this right? Why make a big deal? Ok. So. I got my ballot to vote in the mail yesterday. I am really excited! This is the first time I can vote. I'd never thought about registering before and haven't been eligible anyway. I don't know, I feel that this election, if ever there was a time that I SHOULD be voting, it should be now. So...as Dr. Lora Baines would say "Well, here goes nothing." To which Walter would reply, "Actually, what we plan to do is to turn something into nothing, and then back again. They might just as well have said "Here goes something; here comes nothing!""

The baben.

Those great baben I've helped create.

Why?

I'm lucky. I know. She's totally there for me. So pretty, so weird, so mine. And we make some great baben!

She's a star!

Literally.

One of those days.

You know?

Kissing.

Scenes from August.

First day of school.  Talking with her bestie about the boy she likes.

Jumping in the deep end.

Taking a ride through the Solano hills.

Marines.  Aviation maintainers visiting from down south.

Catching a shot of 2 of my favorite family members heading to church.

Fishing with my fam.

Jr. with her make-up.

The Marines' transients.

Top dog of the fleet making a pit stop, passing through.

Happy Birthday...

to ME! Ha ha ha! Thank you Kitten. <3 

Cellar door.