Its not the journey, its the destination.

It appears I survived my last night in Sconni', despite the best efforts of freinds to poison my blood with alcohol, my heart with a bacon cheeseburger with a brat patty served on a pretzel roll, my soul with women, cash and dancing, and my dignity by taking pictures of me dancing.



Ready, AOM, fire!

Before I knew it I was on my way to California, with nothing between me and the rest of my life but 2000 miles and 65+ mile per hour head winds. Sore neck and tight shoulders are on form early as I fight off a stiff head-wind for 1700 of the 2100 miles. I got caught in some seriously crappy weather and actually stopped and read for an hour and a half in Wyoming. Sons a bitches closed the highway and I got stuck in Rock something, a small city just outside of the Wyoming/Utah border. That little detour jacked my plans up and put me on a crash course with back to back 12+ hour days behind the wheel.

Stopped for gas once in Utah and hauled ass through Park City all the way to Western Nevada before the gas ran out and the fumes were screaming for relief. $48.19 in a fifty dollar tank proves I was within miles from getting picked up by some strung out horny trucker.



I blazed a TR through Reno like Shaw at a Toots show, leaving behind a blur of sin and indulgence to later be replaced by a winter wonderland called Truckee. More snow, good luck and a bad ass 4X4 and I am safe, sound & snug as a bug in Holiday Inn on top of the fucking world!

From the ashes

Assuming I survive tonight, I am off to the West tomorrow.

A long time coming has come so fast. The decision was made that I should push off as I would do more good there than here. Within 2 days I will have left & left behind a crew, a house, a business & a team. I will have left the most influencial people in my life, and some friends I call best.

I will watch through my rear view, the last 5 years of my life get smaller and smaller vanishing into perspective, then at last, disappear. Sconni', mad town & brats will turn to ash, and the pheonix will rise as a Golden State, a Saint, and bbq tofu.

Poor a PBR for me tonight my freinds...cause it's Fat Tire from now on.

I'm Rick James....

So, Angies sister (seen here as Rick James) mentioned that she was better than me at using photoshop. Well, being the perfectionist that I am I decided to prove her right. Here you go miss goodie two shoes.

Of course I didn't rub my muddy feet on Eddie Murphy's couch.

The new boss

I think the westies would be proud of us after seeing this one. MOD had no idea we did this to his bike until we emailed him this picture.

Live life like its Bret's last day...everyday.

Angelina

Its hard not to beleive in karma, fortune cookies & horiscopes. Things happen when you need them to and you NEVER push things that you want to work. At least I dont. For me its a sure fire way to fuck it all up.

Remember friends...patience is our fondest virtue no matter how much I think urgency should be.

Yeah right, the Devil is the one that came up with the whole patience idea. What a dick.

The new virtue

I was not born with the ability to wait. Impatience should be a virtue in my opinion. I think that "sense of urgency" should be in the national anthem somewhere. Days, weeks, months moving by as time laughs the whole way. Right in my face. I know its not a good idea to push my luck with the manic, but it sure is getting tough to keep my mouth shut and wait for others.

Kill it. Slap it. Punch it. Suck it.

Snow Bunny

Everything wants its piece of winter. Berries grabbing snow from the sky and you’ve got a nice little picture. I have thought about taking this picture a half dozen times or so the past year and a half. I guess that I always knew there would be another snow fall if I did not get right then. What a dumb way to think. Live. Whatever.

I wish there were enough berries to grab all the snow that fell on my drive way.