

Fancy Hands please Google the symptoms and treatment for heat stroke.
This place is freaking me out.
location@8:53pm,9/22 http://m.google.com/u/m/z7BRpR


Fancy Hands please Google the symptoms and treatment for heat stroke.
This place is freaking me out.
location@8:53pm,9/22 http://m.google.com/u/m/z7BRpR




In the Mojave.
We did
dirt
gravel
sand
And I must say that the bike and the tires are way better than I am an off-road rider.
I forgot about the squirrelly front wheel feeling…
But after I bit I loosened up.. trust it trust it.
When your street instincts tell you to slow down your dirt instinct is probably the opposite…keep going and just push thru…especially with these K60 scouts…they make me want to get better.. “you make me wanna be a better man” (who said that?) training class or something..
Ok enough..its hot out here in the desert .
location@5:40pm,9/22 California http://m.google.com/u/m/BOFvin



I could do a cut and paste from Wikipedia but I got places to go so head over there yourself and read it..interesting story if nothing good is on tv.
location@9:02am,9/22 http://m.google.com/u/m/AaPxez
Breakfast in Mecca.
That’s gonna be the name of my new boy band…it’s time for the Islamic worlds version of Menudo. And I’m the guy for the task.
(funny thing is I’m sure it’s already been done.)
location@7:33am,9/22 California http://m.google.com/u/m/AkuRM8

Desert time

Stopped to eat in Westmoreland. Really just picked the restaurant because it was across the road from a motel.
(Thank you Google maps!!! The whole internet is freaking amazing!! Remember dial up? )
Anyways this place is called THE ORIGINAL TOWN PUMP.
Being the smart ass I am I asked Lauren why it was called original… like could there be two town pumps? Well lo and behold out comes this gem and Gabriel the owner comes over to reinforce the story…
Turns out the guy that Gabriel had running the restaurant ran it into the ground… it’s been here for years.. owned by Gabriel’s family.. used to be called The Town Pump.
So this guy goes off and opens The Town’s Pump, and steals the phone number to boot!
But Gabriel does a fast refit of the place and in one month reopens as “the original”
Take that!
But even better he discovers that people are calling his old phone number and making reservations (huh?) at the Town’s Pump, but showing up at the Original, cause this is where it’s always been…ha…but there’s more…
The phone lady got mad at what apostrophe guy did and helped Gabe get 344-FOOD for a phone number….
Plus tomorrow Gabe’s beer and wine ticket comes in which this other guy can’t get cause he has a felony ( but claims to not serve alcohol for religious reasons…but now we know the truth) and once The Original Town Pump has that??? Forget about it The Town’s Pump..is over..
Oh, and that’s not ice cream…thats butter.

Kinda forgot why I like motorcycles so much.
Dear Florida ,
Please install some twisties. Perhaps around the garbage mountains.
That’s a picture of a border patrol checkpoint. Your papers please.
location@7:52pm,9/21 http://m.google.com/u/m/BYWA0P

It’s amazing that everything could hinge on a tiny piece of plastic…
So when I talked to Jeff the repairs guy at Aerostitch he let slip the question: : “you got one of them new zippers?”… which makes me long for one of them ” old zippers”
He patched me thru to Andy.. a customer service manager guy… here’s what I proposed to Andy..( by the way why do I keep running into Andys? MANCHESTER!) … send me a new suit overnight and I’ll wait for it…. he said he’d have to check on that and call me back…(good move the check in/call back..I like it)
Ring ring…no dice… they’ll warranty repair it no problem..even cover the shipping there and back… but no new suit.
So off I go to Escondido, where Rick and Steve sell me not just a new BMW Ralley jacket and some neat pants that convert to shorts…but also a new set of skins…K60s ( those are tires for the uninitiated.)
So off I go.. headed to the Salton Sea. And then back to plan a (or am I on b?)
Oh and the guys were great at the Beemer dealer, of course they understand wacky traveler types and got me right in.
Steve even gave me a t shirt at the end…. nice . (But only after I told him about the blog… so that’s cheating I guess… but I bet he’ll give you a shirt if you set your cc on fire too)
Wait now..forgot the best part… they are gonna ship, not just my Battlewings home, but my sweaty suit too! Now that is good sales work guys. Keep it up and we’ll be out of these economic troubles in no time..Yes people, sales guys are our saviors.. do it guys, we need your help!
location@5:45pm,9/21 Ramona, CA 92065 http://m.google.com/u/m/dlg849

My zipper broke!!
And if you know anything about the Aerostitch it’s all about the zipper.
Happened to be a shoe repair shop next door to Molly’s where I had just eaten.. he guessed it would cost about 125 bucks to replace zipper and he’d have to order parts.. so that’s a nope.
Called Aerostitch to see if they had a solution but the message says they are in a weekly staff meeting and to call back in an hour… in the meantime… I’m gonna find somewhere to get a replacement of some kind…
Darn… just when this thing was getting broken in…it broke….
Poop

Vegas Baby!!…via Mojave and Death Valley…
Let’s go.
Hi Roland,
Sorry we missed you. We don’t have anything to sell you at this time -we are completely out of stock on backpacks and coolers as we just filled a very large order that depleted everything we had. We will have more stock in about a week.
Sorry to disappoint you. If you have any additional questions, please don’t hesitate to contact us. I hope we can help keep you cool and comfortable (in the near future) with a Veskimo Personal Cooling System.
Sincerely,
Kurt Jechel
Veskimo Personal Cooling Systems
877-MY-VESKIMO
(877-698-3754) support@veskimo.com
Guess it’s more sweat for me… I’ll order one when I get home the ‘ old fashioned’ way.

Until I saw the license plate.
When I stopped at xploramoto in Tuscon and had a chat with Rick ( who is as nice in person as on the phone) he told me about veskimo, a personal cooling vest worn by our troops in the desert.
And I’ve been obsessed with getting one…. because not only would it be great to use for the rest of this trip but also because it will make riding in south Florida doable. Assuming it works.
So I went to the address on the internet…. it’s a house on a deadend in a nice neighborhood…. not what I expected… but that’s the internet… you don’t need a big brick and mortar to make money.
Unfortunately, nobody answered the door, and even though the garage was open I wasn’t going to just walk in.
So I sent an email, left a voice mail and went for a breakfast for lunch.
I sure hope they call……

Just met Andy..paramedic from Wisconsin in the middle of his Alaska to Argentina motorcycle trip…on a 125 something or another.. truth is I didn’t have enough coffee in my blood to be standing much less conversing with a fellow nut.
Ride on Andy!!!!!
location@9:45am,9/21 http://m.google.com/u/m/zVnF6G
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

Ok… so now when I take a leak it’s going in the Pacific.

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!”