Stoked as hell.

I gotta admit, I’m fucking massively fired up to move to Arizona.    I’m 2 hours from Route 66, Tombstone, and the rest of the lower part of the US.    I’m going to ride the hell out out of it, and blog the hell out of it.

Work wise, I fly out Sunday night to help with training the new guys in Tempe for a week.   After thanksgiving, I live there.

Lets see what happens.

Full Circle

To me, there has always been something I’ve loved about the Desert.     I don’t know why.    The roads, the open skylines,  the heat… all of it.    The desert gets in your blood somehow, and only people who’ve lived there for a while could understand I think.  It’s rugged and unforgivable in a lot of ways.  It’s extremely beautiful and full of color.

Northern Utah is OK.   It snows up here, there’s some cool places, but none of it if I were honest ever really held any passion or interest to me.    I’ve ridden a lot less up here, and to be honest there’s not that much that I really want to see.   It’s not home.

I started this blog in the desert, met my soul mate in it, and rode the hell out of all the roads I could find there and found some of my most favorite places on the planet.      Arizona, in particular.   My favorite route 66 places are all there, and the best Easy Rider locations are there.    Places like Jerome, Seligman, Cave Creek, Peach Springs, Kingman, Show Low, Tucson, Oatman…   I have great and multiple memories of.    When I lived in Southern Utah, I’d ride all night to get to those places.     It was pretty damn cool once I got there.

The Zip family is moving to Phoenix next month.    Man, I can’t wait.   Fuel for the fire…



I listen to you for hours…

sometimes you find that song out of nowere, that hits home on a thing.     This song has been in my head all week.    The Lyrics are better than the song.

All from punk rock.   Who Knew?


I listen to you for hours, I’ll listen all day
Just keep hitting me the right way
Sing your song in the shower
Cause you got a way
To say what I can never say right – right on
When I feel weak you make me feel strong
Make me feel strong

I won’t say your name
But you know who you are
I’ll never be the same again now – no way
I just want to say
Thank you for playing the way you play

You don’t get played on the radio
That’s not the game you play
Well I don’t care anyway
I glued your tape in the stereo
So I know every word, every note
And every chord is right – right on
When I feel weak you make me feel strong
Make me feel strong feel like nothing’s wrong

I won’t say your name
You know who you are
I’ll never be the same again now – no way
I just want to say thank you for playing the
Way you play

Did you know you’re why I go
And waste my time
At a rock and roll show
You let me know I’m not alone
You make me feel strong, make me feel strong,
Feel like nothing’s wrong

I won’t say your name, you know who you are
I’ll never be the same again now – no way
I just want to say
Thank you for playing the way you play
Thank you for playing the way you play
Thank you for playing the way you play



I still get all geeked up about flying.   It means going to another place, maybe seeing something I haven’t seen and learning a thing.

Nashville was awesome.    We landed in early in the afternoon, and had a chance to walk down Broadway to see a thing or two.   This place has a lot of history, and I enjoyed the hell out of it.







Hey Jim! Had to have a beer in Tootsies. You’re right — if those walls could talk 🙂



The Ryman Auditorium. “The mother church of Country music”


I’m not into country music for the most part.   But I was in the birthplace of it all, and you have to  appreciate that.  The Ryman was the home of the Grand Ole Opry, where Elvis played to an under-enthusiastic crowd, and Johnny Cash first met June Carter here.    Even the story of Tom Ryman and how that whole place came to be is pretty cool.

My favorite spot I think, was this:

The Johnny Cash Museum Nashville Tennessee

The Johnny Cash Museum.


Worth every penny of the 18 bucks and T-shirt.   I was surprised how many really cool things they had.    If you’re a Johnny Cash fan, this place is a must.


Johnny Cash, Marshall Grant and Luther Perkins. How it all started….



Have a love of music, put a dollar bill in the first 4 frets and come up with a sound people hadn’t heard before….



Anyone remember this old flick? hehe, I do.



Fairly awesome.    Lots of Johnny and June’s things, hand written letters and history of the man in black.

Just around the corner is the Earnest Tubb Record store.   It brought back a flood of Memories.    My father loved Earnest Tubb.   When I was a kid, the definition of torture was being stuck in the truck on a road trip while my father played Earnest Tubb.   He’d sing out loud and everything.    I had to check it out….


Earnest Tubb? Why, hello old friend….


The Texas Troubadour

I’d heard he had his old tour bus in his record store and I wanted to see it, but it wasn’t around anymore.   It sounds like they consolidated a little bit — I gotta think with the fact that no one knows who Earnest Tubb is anymore (or buys records), and the price of real estate the record store holds, this place might not be around too much longer.    I’m glad I got to see it.

The next day, we grabbed an Uber and went over to see Antique Archaeology, from one of my go-to shows American Pickers:







The best thing in the store was the one of a kind custom bike built my the famous pin striper Von Dutch:


Built in 1966 – Its a Harley Davidson XA with a shaft drive, some moto-Guzzi components and a 36 horsepower Volkswagen engine. One of a kind.


Nashville was awesome.   I’d love to bring the wife here and dig a lot deeper.


Harley Looks to the future

Since I first started riding, I always dreamed about owning a Harley.   I bought Jap bikes that looked as close to a Harley cruiser as I could, took shit from Harley riders who knew I was a wanna-be but couldn’t afford one, to eventually shelling out the money to buy one.    I’ve owned a few, put a lot of miles on them and basked in the history and glory of having an 850 pound American motorcycle underneath me.   I was proud.   Hell, I still own a Harley.

I always try to sum up what I like about something, and as far as Harley is concerned, I love the history.    I loved that the gas Tank hadn’t changed since 1936.    I loved that the bat-wing faring and saddle bag looks had been around since the 60s.   At first glance, the bike I owned looked almost exactly like the bike my father, grandfather, and great grandfather would have owned.    Honda’s and Kawasaki always seemed to have their finger in the wind, and constantly changed the look of their bikes.   Not Harley.   It seemed like an anchor of style in the rapidly changing motorcycle world.  I loved the sense of tradition and style

They made small changes at first, that I liked:  The ABS brakes — I guess thats cool, if you don’t know how to fucking use your front brake.   Ok, I could get that one.     Redesigning the frame:  good call.   Anyone who’s experienced bagger wobble at high speeds knows….

Then some douche bag in a board room started fucking with the look, and the other douche bags all voted that they agreed.

  • A 6 gallon gas tank: more distance, yet you ruined the look of a bike that had beautiful lines (and history) to it.
  • Cut the fender on the baggers, getting rid of that classic, traditional look that has been around for so many years.
  • Rounded out the saddle bags.    They look terrible now.
  • Put a wind vent on the bat wing, to cut down buffering.    Heh, buffeting.   I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again.   If you’re concerned with buffeting, then don’t ride a motorcycle.    Fuck, its WHY you ride a motorcycle.
  • I’m wondering when they’ll put reverse and air conditioning on them.

Lets face it, Harley doesn’t make the best bike out there.     You’re buying history and tradition.    If I wanted a more comfortable, efficient, fast and long-lasting bike I’d buy anything but a Harley.   I buy them for style, and the fact that they’re made in America.

I picked up a cycle world this weekend at the airport.    Harley went and made a new engine, and its fucking liquid cooled.

This may seem super picky and old fashioned of me, but the things I’ve loved about Harley don’t seem to be the things the MOCO loves anymore.    They just made Harley and the Davidsons, which I guess is supposed to make me appreciate their tradition, but it didn’t work, at least for me.   Plus, Harley and the Davidson’s was basically a bit full of shit.    That’s not exactly how it happened…

They’re looking at a different demographic now.  Harley put their finger to the wind.

On the contrast, I love how Indian has made a bigger engine, better bike and doing as much as they can to go back to their history, while Harley is looking to depart from it.   Plus, its a better AMERICAN bike.    I’m pretty much sold.

The fact that I can’t buy a dealer t-shirt that’s made in china for less than $40-60 bucks, or get a valve stem fixed on a tire than that I removed for less than $120 from Harley says a thing.    I’m not their demographic.    The MOCO has become bloated and out of touch, at least with me.     They’re losing market share, and they don’t know what the fuck to do about it.

You can argue that it’s not the same history or blood lines as the original Indian, but I can argue that Harley was owned for 12 years by a company who’s focus was making tennis and bowling balls.

I think I’ll try Indian for a while.

Whew!  I said it.

But then again, I’m an opinionated dick 🙂


This Friday.   I’ve never been there:   The grand Ol’ Opry, the Johnny Cash Museum, and a store from one of my favorite shows – American Pickers.     I’m fairly pumped up about it.   I’m going there for work, but the nights are mine, if they need be.      A lot of history there, and I’m 3/4ths geeked up to see it.     I’ll take some pictures.

Nobody wanted this trip:   I did.    I don’t necessarily like country music, but Nashville is a place where an American form of music started.  Maybe this punk rock/Classic rock biker can learn a thing.   I can’t wait to get a feeling for for the town.

Great and catchy song:   The girl getting married in the video is Carlene Carter, daughter of June Carter Cash.      Turns out Rock and Roll came out of Country music, if you go back to the roots.

as we roll down this unfamiliar road

As far as modern culture, I’ve always been a little late to the party.      I barely care, and it’s always interesting to see what trends last.    I think 90% of it is pure shit, but a few of it seems to stick after a while…

I think I dig this song:

I gotta think I could twist a throttle to this and enjoy the hell out of it somewhere on a ride, somewhere.   It’s fairly jammin.   I think the voices in my head on a long ride end up saying these things anyway.    It’s why I dig riding on long rides:  it brings you back to center.