I saw last night that the Mickey Dolenz and Peter Tork of the Monkees came out with a new song yesterday. I listened to the song a couple of times, and it was been in my head all day. Light, fairly catchy and pretty Monkee Like: If you’re not careful, it could put a little smile on yer face.
Also, yesterday I brought my computer into this decade. I’m pretty excited about it The parts came last night, and I finished putting it together it tonight. I’ll admit it, I’m a computer geek. I’d like to think I’m one of the cooler computer geeks out there, but still a geek. Fuckit. I like it, and this thing hauls ass. I need to render high resolution video for my drone, and the old machine wasn’t cutting it.
The CPU cooler on this thing is bigger than the Oil Cooler on my Harley.
Hope y’all have a good weekend! I’m going to stay up all night and play with this beast. Fast computers make my nipples hard.
I got asked by the Easy Rider documentary crew to find some old bike pictures, and after a few days of digging through old boxes I managed to come up with some. I scanned em, and figgered I’d share.
Since motorcycles were invented it seems a certain few have gravitated toward them; I’m not sure why. “Freedom” always seems to be a little too cheap of an answer. I gotta think its deeper than that. I got no idea. I swear, there just may be a fucking biker Gene.
I always find it interesting to see why people ride, and ask the questions of why they connect with riding a two wheeled contraption that may become a magnetic force in their life. I’m not sure I’ve ever found the common denominator; All I know is if you love it, you’ll always love it. It ends up being a part of you. If you don’t, someone is gonna buy your bike with 800 miles on it out of your garage and make it his own, and you move on to other things….
Anyway, here’s some old pictures and such….
Road testing our camping gear in Bryce Canyon Utah.
Red Arch Road Tunnel, near Bryce Canyon.
Camping somewhere near Lake Mead Nevada…
Mrs Zip and I, 1990 heading out to go find route 66 for the first time…
Dawn at a campground in Barstow California. Heading out…
Outside Oatman Arizona.
Roys Cafe, Amboy California. We had lunch with original owner of this place, and he told us some old stories of Route 66 back in its heyday.
South Rim of the Grand Canyon!
Mrs Zip and I. Right before we got married . Halloween 1990.
Got some old biker pictures and stories? I’d love to see em! Send them to firstname.lastname@example.org or post em here.
Also, It’s time to ride. Somewhere.
One of the best things about doing motorcycle tours is the people you meet and get to ride with. Especially for 2 weeks straight. You hit the same heat, rain, bad roads and sites together, and in creates a bit of a bond between everyone. It’s pretty unique to anything else like this I’ve ever done. To me, Its very cool.
I recently got a picture from one of the guys who ran the Easy Rider Tour with us last summer. It’s a watercolor of all of us from the 2015 tour. Framing it and putting it in the man cave… Figgered I’d share.
Flipping through Netflix this weekend, looking for something inspiring to watch. For me, it’s always a crap shoot. I don’t love what the world produces most days, movie wise. Sometimes, you can find a pony in a pile of shit. I think this one is a stallion.
I’m pretty sure it’s not going to be famous, but for a road junkie like me it was a huge b-12 shot in the arm. I think it sorta woke me up. It’s guys out there who put the time and love into old bikes, and want to go see a place.
21 Days Under the Sky – Full Trailer from Fox Digital Studio Group on Vimeo.
I’ve been pouring over maps the last few days, measuring miles from my point A to a lot of point B’s. Its getting to be riding season. Time to go see a thing myself and feel some wind.
Time to ride.
I like this ad.
Chest beating, proud to be an American post about guns, liberty and the greatest country in the world?
It’s a Friday! Get out there and Enjoy yourself!
There’s something about Nevada that I love. Its mostly nothing but a 2 lane, straight ass highway through most of it, with a few little surprises along the way. To me, its a great road trip. There something strong about the desert that I love. Whether you’re a lizard, a cow or a human being – You have to adapt and be tough if you live out here. I likey.
A few road candy Icons along the way — The Stage stop Bar and Cafe. From the looks of it, its pretty much closed down. It’s out in the middle of nowhere, and if you have stories I’d love to hear em:
One more place was the club 50 in McGill Nevada. It looks like it hasn’t had a guest in a while.
The Club Cafe McGill Nevada
The Club 50 Cafe in the 80’s
We Stayed the night at the Hotel Nevada in Ely. The missus and I gambled a bit, had a few drinks and enjoyed the night. We Stayed in the Tennessee Ernie Ford Room. Heh, the Lusty Land….
They had an Autographed Easy Rider Poster in the Lobby. You can tell this is a classy joint.
We woke up in the AM and headed out into the most empty road you’d ever want to know. I swear in 180 miles, we passed 2 cars.
The Halstead BlackJack Inn: I wished I knew the story of this place. I’ve heard from a few friends that it was open as late as 20 years ago, but it doesn’t look like it to me. This is a pretty old building, and from the siding it looks like it was built in the 40s. If anyone knows a story or two here, I’d love to hear it. The last time I was here was 2008, and its changed a little. Please post below — There’s some ghosts here, and I’d love to know a thing about this remote place.
McGill Nevada. Its an old company mining town of about a thousand people, and like a lot of small towns in Nevada – It’s got a lot of old history.
We rolled through here a couple of weeks ago and found an old drugstore that started in 1907, and finally closed its doors about 40 years ago in 1979. We poked around and managed to find the caretaker of this place and gave him a call. He was pretty gracious, and came down and turned on the neon signs and gave us the nickel tour and history of this place. I was eating it up — It was like I’d stepped back in time.
The owner wished to preserve this place, and left things just as they are; Products, pharmacy records, advertising — everything. Daniel was a great tour guide, and told us stories of McGills history, and his time in the military with Chuck Yeager, who’d learned to fly not far from McGill before he went and broke the sound barrier a few years later.
Pretty cool. I remember a lot of these products and advertising when I was a kid. If you ever get a chance to go to McGill, this place is worth a stop at: