Look at this.   this is a man who truly did walk the line.   any man would be so lucky to be remembered as he was — the man in black:

I listen to alot of johnny cash when I ride.  His music really resonates with me, especially on the bike.   Like him, I am a misfit – an outisder, and theres room in this world for outsiders, because many of you are outsiders too.   I am not always positive, sometimes the world doesnt warrant that.  Sometimes  a spade is a spade, and thank god for men like johnny cash who saw it that way.   Im a big fan.

Im 41 years old, and Ive seen my share of hard times in this world.  Its not all celestial, sometimes its downright hell.    The hell times have formed me, the celestial is what I shoot for.    Its nice not to walk alone, and for those who feel they walk alone:  Open up your heart, because theres something out there for you my friend.   The world awaits, its a great big place… and there is something out there for everyone.    Sometimes all you need to do is flip the coin of your perspective, and a whole new experience is out there for you.  I know, because everytime I flip that coin, the world looks and feels different.  Im getting used to flipping it.    Im glad its there.
RIDE ON!  Walk the line….

Heres another one, from the movie Walk the Line:

Life is short.   This was johnny when he was young, he hadnt much slowed down and was at his peak of experience and energy.   Experience in life comes at a great cost, and later he realized that cost as we all will.    Look at a man who was with the one he loved, still vibrant in his life and had full faculty.   He lived another 33 years past this, but he would never have this moment again.    today really is the most valuable thing you hold.

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You can feel it starting to turn in the mornings.   Its cooling down.  The normally perfect 8AM ride to work requires a jacket now.    So when I needed to head up to Salt Lake to take care of some family matters, and coupled with the fact that my bike is a third the cost of what itd take to drive my truck up, I jumped at the chance to spend the day riding to Salt Lake.    It may be the final time this year.

So I headed up highway 18 toward Cedar, and figured that I’d go up through Minersville and milford again, and see what I could find along my way.

One of the reasons  why I love my bike, is for 20 bucks and some beef jerky, I can get 150 miles away from my problems in life, and the funny thing is, not only is that a cheap vacation, but its also where I get most of my best answers to my problems.   Its the best of all worlds.

In cedar I called my brother, and he was game to finish up early if he could and meet me on the road somewhere.   Right on!   So I headed north, fueled up in Minersville, and headed up to Milford to get some pictures of a place ive passed a million times, but wanted to get some shots of:  the Milford Hotel.   Its been cleaned up a bit since I was there last, and is primed for resurrection possibly.  Cool old hotel.

I met pat just outside of eureka, I met up with Pat after riding through a 4 inch high grasshopper massacre, that for a while made me think my tire was flying apart.     My leathers were yellow, and my bike was covered with bugs, but only completely, and only the lower 6 inches of my bike.   I was like moses parting the red sea of locusts, which of course is a combination plague.   Moses couldnt have done it I dont think, but street glides can.   Its just how I believe.

we boogied out, hit 1-15 and headed for the cabin.   Of course, when I get together with pat after an evening ride, it can only mean one thing:  Single Malt Scotch.   We drank 18 year old scotch, which is something money cannot buy.   Its drinking with blood, with high alcohol content *IN* your blood.   Makes you sleep well.

SEPTEMBER 4, 2008

Woke up, made some calls, waited for my sack ass to accept a reasonable temperature, and headed south behind Utah lake, through Eureka and Delta, through the parowan Gap (where i’d never been) and south on 1-15.   Parted locusts again south of Eureka, and enjoyed the ride.    I also got bored, busted out my camera and filmed the road while I listened to ring of fire by johnny cash.   Through the wind, you can hear it.  It is a mighty road song.   Mightier than you.   I don’t even know you, but I am quite positive it is mightier than you.  Johnny cash bows to no man, even  you.

742 miles, 1 State, 3 days

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