I’m standing in the lobby of this fancy hotel over looking San Diego harbor and I keep looking over my shoulder trying to figure out why the lobby smells like horse?
Needless to say I figured it out.
Thanks to my water proof phone this post is going up from the shower…no photos please
Almost to ocean.
To have a thermometer on the dash that is… not to ride…
location@12:44pm,9/20 Gila Bend, AZ http://m.google.com/u/m/BW85qc
Scooped the beetles out of the Motel6 pool in Benson, AZ.
Now I’m soaking my nether regions till they close the pool. Why do hotels close their pools? It seems do aquatically puritanical. Let us swim at night!!
Oh… best part… there’s a bat buzzing the pool… I’ll try for a picture….picture was impossible.. that little guy is fast…so instead…pool bugs. I guess I’m a bad pool man.
Time it so you are rolling east to West as the sun sets.
Ha.. no picture.. that’s cheating… do it.
location@7:20pm,9/19 New Mexico http://m.google.com/u/m/zwXSTd
Good bye Texas,
Good times….remember that night we spent in the hammock at the rest stop? Remember all that rain? Remember that 18 Wheeler that tried to squash me… and then acted all like.. “I saw you, you don’t need to honk your horn boy..here’s a blast from mine right back at ya”
Good times indeed.
But that’s all behind us now. New Mexico, Land of Enchantment, and dead Teddys. “String em up Boys..can’t have no one cuter than me in this here town!”
Your love for your children is clear, undeniable…. but what about their poop?
Don’t you love everything about your little bundle of joy? Keep your little poop bundles with you on your travels. Bring them home with you and put them in a box…. then when your kids get older and start giving you shit… give ‘ em that box.
This way you leave me out of it.
Onward.
Here’s a scenery shot.
Somewhere in West Texas…. this is a big ‘ ol state ya’ll.
location@1:37pm,9/19 Texas, Texas http://m.google.com/u/m/dbbtoY
Windmills windmills as far as the horizon. This place must really blow… scenery is finally starting to get interesting… but of course I’m sending you a photo of my suit resting on the floor of the bathroom…nice huh?
location@10:58am,9/19 http://m.google.com/u/m/BRMbtc
Its 1000 miles in 24 hours….
Which means if I can roll thru the last 150 ish miles before my start time yesterday then I’m still in!
And now that the sun is up…Here we go.
That’s a picture of my impromptu campsite at the rest stop.
Now it’s separating time.
After 300 miles or so of steady rain, I find myself 200 miles short (192.1 miles to be exact) of the thousand miles for an ironbutt.
What will he do? Try this on for size:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HgzGwKwLmgM&feature=youtube_gdata_player
…and there’s still love bugs on the windshield. Those little guys got some staying power. Someone should make a glue out of them. Or just name a glue …there ya go some more industious person…a free idea for you to exploit.
Standing on the deck of a bar with some cajuns…I have no idea what they are saying !!
location@1:56pm,9/18 Baton Rouge, LA http://m.google.com/u/m/xFTnq3
Just cause you live in the south that don’t make you no NASCAR driver. You missed me… try again.
location@9:22am,9/18 Crestview, FL, USA http://m.google.com/u/m/duLd8E
Secret ingredients:
Moleskin.
The “H”.
More details to follow. Aren’t I glamorous?
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And the waitress Taylor is the nicest person I ever met.
She grew up in Niceville down the road ( which could account for her nice-ness, not the town’s name, a joke she hates, but just the small town nature)
Kyle is moving in next week. He’s an army veteran and mixed martial arts competitor with a strong wrestling background, if he gets the other guy on the ground it’s over.
Kyle gave Taylor a fake engagement ring as a promise ring, it turns her finger green sometimes. I couldn’t tell it was fake, she had to explain.
She didn’t say it but she’s clearly in love with him. What do I know kids ( a bit actually) but you should just do it, get married… try it, give it a chance.
PBR makes me all sentimental…
So after the hammock I felt good to go.. and since no one voted I was the “decider” and off I went.
But when I spotted the fourth deer on the side of the highway I figured it was time to take a break . Way too late for any sort of camping move so it’s motel time.
The 1000 miles in one day is harder than I expected….I guess if it was easy everyone would do it right? I’ll work up to it I guess… early start will help.
So to counteract all the caffeine… it’s a big PBR at Hooters. ( Does that make me a hipster?)
Of 700 miles… just shy of getting out of Florida for the second time in one day.. resting at the rest stop…. in one of my hammocks, yes I brought two, afterwards I’ll decide go or stay…..
Vote:
Roland Ochoa’s location@7:39pm,9/17 Florida http://m.google.com/u/m/zQewcY
Q:Aren’t you hot:
A:You tell me, Mamn
…or…
A:I don’t know, ask your wife.
Q: How far you going?
A:All the way.
Q: Why you doing this?
A: Why aren’t you?
Q:Are we there yet?
A:Shut up voices!!! …..Do DoDoDo DoDo Do Dooo……….
My Location@6:09pm,9/17 2458 SW Us 221, Greenville, FL 32331 http://m.google.com/u/m/ww17EY
After a nice dinner at Denny’s in Georgia where a very nice waitress filled my camelback for me (people tip your waitresses… don’t be cheap either with this silly percentage thing… give em real money, yo) I wandered down some Georgia roads that have led me back to Florida and I10. Is that cheating? Beats me… gonna boogie further west and try to slip by New Orleans tonight without the socially correct visit to the sisters…. Oops..sorry she probably read this…. check ya on the flip side kids… I’m flying solo. ( Well with all of you guys on the interwebs that is)
WARNING WARNING THE FIRST OF MANY RANTS:
So the guy who I will refer to as The NonBuddha asks : You gonna get gas?
( This is after waiting in his big ol pickup truck behind me at the last fuel stop… where I had not dismounted but I was checking in on Google latitude because I’m so hip)
I knew what he was saying in his passive aggressive pushy-ness. I’m sure he’s used to bossing around his children and his wife. He probably has some poor coworker or employee that he uses his sarcastic pretend politeness on to bully his way thru life. If he had been straight forward…” dude move your bike while you txt I’m in a hurry for my heart attack” Then I would have moved – no problem.
But you know me, right?
Here’s the full exchange:
The NonBuddha: You gonna get gas?
Me: I just did. ( Continue to play with internet)
The NonBuddha: Well I’d like to get some.
( a few more editorial comments : he’s sitting in AC, I haven’t been there anywhere near how long it will take the NonBuddha to pump his giant gas tank…I only hold 4 gallons ( plus one more in reserve) Plus how does this guy know I’m not texting my sick wife or something )
Transcript continues:
Me: ( calmly) isn’t there another pump open? ( Eye contact established by me for the first time)
The NonBuddha: no
….. insert pause…..
At which point the “mom” at the pump on the other side says: “you can use this one, we’re leaving.”
I’m sure that is the conciliatory role she plays with her annoying American male as sure as I also am that the NonBuddha has an equally enabling wife in his life ( because otherwise he would have learned by now how to talk to people instead of being all pushy and indirect at the same time… I’m bet this guys kids just “love” him…. or he wouldn’t have made it this far thru his life.
What’s the lesson? Beats me… maybe you know.
PS: this is the kind of thing you obsess about inside your helmet for a few hundred miles until something else displaces the thought… and in my case it’s some Do DoDoDo DoDoDo Do Dooo song that I’ve been singing for the past hour non stop. ( Guess the song from that clue and you win a prize)
Roland Ochoa’s location@3:53pm,9/17 Georgia http://m.google.com/u/m/dN5qRS
First time off bike… is outside of FL.
Buns were just starting to burn..
My Location@11:55am,9/17 Florida’s Turnpike, North Okeechobee, FL 34972 http://m.google.com/u/m/dqdKiQ
Attempt number one..@116 miles.. lady in a white SUV…I wonder if I should have installed that super loud truck horn I left sitting on my coffee table?
No getting off the bike fuel stop was a success.
And away we go…
location@9:42am,9/17 E Las Olas Blvd, Fort Lauderdale, FL 33316, USA, Fort Lauderdale, FL, USA http://m.google.com/u/m/xL1VJ4
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