mrzip66

I was raised by wolves. Very kind, very nurturing wolves. I love riding to a town a just barely learned the name of on a Friday, making a decision at the intersection to get myself lost 1000 miles away from home on a Saturday, and trying to figure out how the hell I can get home on a Sunday. Just ride a place and see a thing.

winter of discontent, yet again.

man, I’m not ready for winter.  it was 20 degrees this morning when I woke up.   I’m having visions of riding, but I’m not doing long trips in this crap.   I hate winters.   I need to move to Phoenix.

Lots has happened here in our chapter the last few months.   I got nominated and elected for VP of our B.A.C.A. Chapter here, and I’m excited for the next 2 years.   I trust my president.  He always seems to make the best decisions and will err on the side of the kids.   He’s ambitious, and doesnt have a huge ego.  the next 2 years might be epic.   I keep thinking I need to enjoy them, roll up my sleeves and get to work, because they may be my best 2 years in BACA.

In fact, my whole chapter is awesome.   from the supporters to the long timers, we have strength here.   Everyone pitches in.   Everyone is about these kids.   Everyone is together.   I’m no fool, I know thats a rare thing in ANY organization.     We have the ability to do whatever we need to do.    You can’t run faster than you have strength, and our chapter is strong.

Phoenix will have to wait.  I love everything…. EVERYTHING about Arizona, but there’s work here to do now.

We’re having our christmas party this saturday for our BACA kids.    These kids need us.

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Snowing Outside

Man, it’s snowing outside.   These are the worst times for a guy who rides.   I’m going to power it out and ride my bike to work in the morning very carefully, and by the afternoon I’m hoping the snow melts because I can’t take not riding for another day.   I pussed out this morning and Robyn took me to work in the rain.  I shoulda  rode.

I’m planning my spring run.   Next spring, like I did last year, I’m going to take a run to glenrio texas and sleep amidst the abandoned gas stations, hotels with the freeway an 1/8 of a mile away.   Ill pull up tired, take the bungee chords off of my tour pak that hold my bed roll, get situated, have a nip of 12 year old scotch, and stare at the stars.   I’ll think about the day before, my life ahead, and wonder what my wife and kids are doing.    I’ll find my place in the universe, and it’ll be rock solid, yet again.   I’ll sleep in my sleeping bag, with a loaded gun under my pillow, because I won’t risk my place in the universe and getting home to my family.    In the morning, ill stir a bit, wonder where I’m going to get a cup of coffee and see what I hadn’t seen the night before because of the cover of night.    I’ll walk around, fully realizing that Ive got to make 500 miles that day to make it home in 2 days.    I’ll take a bunch of pictures, wishing I’d had made it closer to adrian texas, and miss things that 10 miles down the road will make me realize I’ll have to come this way again.

I’ll head the 41 miles into Tucumcari, knowing I’ve got a full day to make 500 miles, and eat breakfast.   I’ll check out the blue swallow motel, stop and take some pictures and maybe even say hello to the proprietors, and shoot the bull about route 66 and try and get a feeling how hard it is to turn a dollar on a historic route, and wishing I was them.     I won’t care so much, how many miles I’ll make that day.   After all, it will be saturday, and I’ll know that push comes to shove I can Iron butt it back to utah.   I won’t let anything get in the way of this perfect saturday.   It Will be perfect.

I’ll ride through santa Rosa NM, looking for the places I’ve seen in books a hundred times before.  Clines Corners.  Moriarty, looking for a gem, because I’d crammed for  this test days before.   I’ll more than likely bypass Albuqurque to make time, and yet again take alternate routes through Grants and Thoreau, looking for places that have been ignored, and wondering about how they relate to me.     Ill love this section of route.    It’ll be colder that I want, and I won’t care.   I’m seeing places that I’m passionate about and that I know only a few care about.

Ill spend the night in Holbrook KOA because its familar, and because I know that I can be home by 3PM sunday.

I can’t wait to go.

I just checked, its still snowing outside. WTF, I don’t want to wait that long

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Why I’m a member of Bikers Against Child Abuse

I’m not a joiner. I didn’t join the band club, I didn’t run for class president, and I am not a member of the Elks. I’m not in to just joining a cause because it’s a place to meet people and be social. To be honest, I hardly care. In fact, I don’t care. I’ve been lucky enough to meet a girl with my same dreams, and I’ve got three beautiful and daughters that are in my charge whom I love. Everything beyond that is a bonus.

I also love riding motorcycles. Ever since I first tasted riding 20 years ago, I knew it was part of my soul. A perfect day to me is riding a thousand miles exhausted to a place I’ve never been to on a friday, and spending the next two days riding home. Riding is the closest thing to beauty and maybe even sanity that I’ve ever known. On the road, the answers to life come rushing in when you’re on two wheels with the wind in your face. I could spend the rest of my life experiencing that and trying to describe it, and probably never ever pin that down. I hope to spend the rest of my life trying.

I also have come to realize that Innocence is a rare thing. You’re not and I’m not. We all have things we may be ashamed of, guilty of, and could be wrong of. There’s two sides to every single story. Every divorce, every disagreement, every misunderstanding & argument, every business deal. We all make mistakes that weigh on us, and we try and improve and become better people. Sometimes we do, and some times we don’t. Thats just life. It is what it is.

Except kids. Like George Burns said in the movie “Oh God!” : “kids have enough to do just being themselves”. Kids are the only thing that is innocent in this world. They trust us, they need us. It’s innate in them. They just expect us, as adults to keep them safe. I love their resiliency and optimism. We need more of that in the world. Kids are the only thing that are pure and innocent. They also can’t escape us if we violate that trust.

But there are some worthless fucks in this world who don’t care about that. They’re one in a thousand, but they’re out there. They are for themselves to an extreme. There are some who could give a shit about the beauty of who we all once were, and who we should all aspire to be. These are the self indulgent cowards in the night who would rob that innocence. These men and women are my enemy. These children are my hero’s.

The BACA creed says it all for me. I’ll do WHATEVER it takes to keep these kids safe. No child Deserves to live in fear. If I’m the only obstacle, I’ll be that obstacle. The men and women I serve gladly with are my brothers. This is not the glee club, the Lions, or the welcome wagon. We are not here to brighten your day, not be rough around the edges or sell you things. We are here to protect your children. We swear, we ride like madmen and we are not what society would call “refined” or civilized, but we will do our job. We’ll make abused kids laugh, smile and at the end of the day, they’ll feel safe because they’ll believe when we tell them we’ll keep them safe. Only then will we sleep.

Riding a motorcycle may kill me one day. I am prepared for that, and I’m 100% fine with that. I love riding, and a life without riding isn’t living to me. I take the same approach with BACA and protecting these kids. I’d die in the line of duty with my kids, and with yours. Nothing in my life will ever compare to the work I do with B.A.C.A. I’m not in it to act like a bad ass, be in a club or wear colors. It takes my time, breaks my heart, and costs me money. But I can’t ignore it. It needs to be done and I can’t be neutral now. Only cowards are neutral to child abuse.

This is my patch:  I have earned it.   I will keep earning it.   Whatever it takes.

B.A.C.A. Patch

I am a proud member of bikers against child abuse. This is my fire.

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Fuck facebook

Since I discovered facebook, its had my attention. I think I’ve been a bit addicted to it, but it’s not nearly as thought provoking as dumping my thoughts into this blog.   I think it’s time to choke back on Facebook, and take some time to post more here.   Thats my thoughts anyway.  lets see how it turns out.

Thanksgiving this year was pretty good.  We met up with robyns family in Ogden, met up with my family in provo, and had some good times in between.  Went to the shooting star saloon with my father in law and brother, and later went to Hal Hudsons, an old friend of my brother and had a great time.   I’m not going to go into the details of any of these things, because it was more than likely the same type of thanksgiving you had with your family:   Reuniting with family, eating turkey, and enjoying old company.   You have yours, and I have mine.

Fuckit.  I’m just going to make bullet points:

  • Was great to see my 3 year old nephew who only a few weeks ago was diagnosed with cancer.   He’s gonna beat it.  Thats my official call.   He’s going to live a long and prosperous life, and  his malady is going to bring his whole family together and they’ll be stronger because of it.   He’s going to learn to drive a car, have his first date, get married to a beautiful girl someday and die in his sleep at 93 years of age with his loved ones around him.
  • My father in law telling me that my older brother was a “good role model for me”.   While I don’t disagree that my brother is a stud and a fine example to anyone, I’m still scratching my head about that one.   Truth be told, i’m in no way looking for a role model at 42 years of age.
  • The shooting star saloon with my father in law is a fine tradition.   we’re on year 2.
  • Hal Hudsons garage is the coolest place I’ve seen short of the snow cap drive in on route 66.    He upped the ante with that one.
  • My wife, as always, is the shit.
  • I ate like crazy all weekend and monday morning, actually lost 1 pound.  go figure.
  • Glad thanksgiving is over.   Time to get back to work.
  • Riding my bike after 4 days of not riding  was pretty sweet.   Longest I’ve gone for a year or more.

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Doobie Brothers: Listen to the Music

Dont you feel it growin, day by day
People gettin ready for the news
Some are happy, some are sad
Oh, we got to let the music play
What the people need
Is a way to make em smile
It aint so hard to do if you know how
Gotta get a message
Get it on through
Oh now mama, dont you ask me why

Oh, oh, listen to the music
Oh, oh, listen to the music
Oh, oh, listen to the music
All the time

Well I know, you know better
Everything I say
Meet me in the country for a day
Well be happy
And well dance
Oh, were gonna dance our blues away
And if Im feelin good to you
And youre feelin good to me
There aint nothin we cant do or say
Feelin good, feeling fine
Oh, baby, let the music play

Oh, oh, listen to the music
Oh, oh, listen to the music
Oh, oh, listen to the music
All the time

Like a lazy flowing river
Surrounding castles in the sky
And the crowd is growing bigger
Listnin for the happy sounds
And I got to let them fly

Oh, oh, listen to the music
Oh, oh, listen to the music
Oh, oh, listen to the music
All the time

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