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
CHANGE THE NAME!
This is the single best motorcycle ever made!
“Supposed to give the GS1200 a run for it’s money?” Forget about it, your bike wins hands down, the GS feels like a lawn tool by comparison.
But you gotta fix the name.
No one in the good ‘ol USA is gonna buy a bike named after a desert in Chad, or Nigeria, or wherever it is… no one really knows or cares about the long heritage of the name and that you guys basically invented the whole genre that Honda kinda took over with that Africa Twin
( another naming mistake)
Sorry but heritage is not what sells, image is.
Here’s a tip: Americans are racists! I mean it wasn’t that long ago that church’s were being bombed and poor Medgar Evars got taught a lesson. So face the facts and know your market.
I suggest the name I flipped off a post or two ago: Yamaha SuperT.
Now you could sell the crap out of that. Do it.
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
Mofongo!!
Today I become the first Puerto Rican Ironbutt award reciepient *see disclaimers below.
1000 miles in under (just under) 24 hours.
That Super T sure likes triple digits 😉
Disclaimers:
1. I’m certain I’m not the first Puerto Rican.
2. I’m not Puerto Rican.
3. I’m not actually getting an award because it means paperwork on my part and I hate that shit.
4. By triple digits I mean to say “my motorbike handles very nicely when I stay below the legal speed limits, officer”
Ok… lets get some eggs and bacon!
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.
Spent the last fifty miles dodging deer, both alive and dead. Luckily I didn’t turn any from one state to the other (in either direction)
So I gave up, guess I’m a boy after all. If this Rick Perry schmuck can’t even control the deer population……
I was thinking of buying a billboard in the middle of Texas somewhere and putting up this message: Dear Texas, please keep your governors to yourselves, we’ve had enough.
So it’s hammock time at the rest stop, doesn’t look like I’ll get rousted from this place, I’m under a picnic enclosure which is good if it rains but the light overhead is kinda annoying.
Nite nite kids.
One more question: why does everybody talk so weird? How about they start teaching diction in public school? In just a few years we could get rid of this silly southern accent… come on people… just talk normal…(you know ivory tower east coast elitist style..like on TV) stop with the ya’lls and the reckons, sheesh. Sorry but you sound dumb
End rant
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?
The Ténéré (Berber: Tiniri, literally: desert, wilderness) is a desert region in the south central Sahara. It comprises a vast plain of sand stretching from northeastern Niger into western Chad, occupying an area of over 154,440 square miles (400,000 km²). Its boundaries are said to be the Aïr Mountains in the west, the Hoggar Mountains in the north, the Djado Plateau in the northeast, the Tibesti Mountains in the east, and the basin of Lake Chad in the south. The central part of the desert, the Erg du Bilma, is centered at approximately 17°35′N 10°55′E. [1]
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
Then I’m hitting it.
Challenge number 1: when my ass hits the saddle I will not get off the bike until I am outside of the long state Florida. Can I do it?
Bike packed.
Need more socks.. the road will provide…. tomorrow.
I struggled with the photo to upload with this post… but decided in the end to use the box picture instead of the alternative.
Two deliveries arrived today. Part one.. the boxes in the photo… my panniers! And the hardware fears were realized. Missing. A quick phone call to Rick, one more credit card swipe to cover the next day shipping and hopefully the problem is solved. But enough about the boxes.. I’ll put up a picture when the panniers are mounted.. and then stop talking about them hopefully. This is turning into a gear blog.. which was not the idea. Getting on the road might help cure that problem.
Part two : two pairs of LDComfort riding shorts. RW thought the L stood for Little while KB thought it stood for Large. (Nice to know there’s a difference of opinion) But in reality it stands for Long Distance. Google them . Tried them on, I think they are gonna work great. Now you understand the photo dilemma?
Who thinks I should have used the other picture?
So Rick from Xploremoto (the Jessie Luggage dealer) called me today to warn me that my boxes might be missing some hardware…. if they are I’m supposed to call him right away and he’ll send it out…. boxes are supposed to arrive tomorrow…. talk about cutting it close huh?
But I gotta say… that’s pretty good service to call me like that….. thanks Rick!
We’ll see what the UPS man brings tomorrow.
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