I'm done learnin' lessons, lets ride!

 The road is calling my name…every dickwad on two wheels had said this like it was a something that he can’t control, causes him to loose his mind and wrenches his soul. Nine times out of ten it’s just something that he wants everyone to believe. Fuck man, I’ve said it and every time I do I wish I didn’t, but my grand adventure of a life has become an existence of mediocrity and depression and I just can’t hang with that. Bring on the adversity…I got to roll!

  Ib will tell you this ….it’s about time I get back out there. I’ve done it enough to know why I am out doin’ it and what I need to get it done correctly and for MY purposes! I flat out just want to ride the long miles again but there is a lot of shit that is just not right about me both physically and mentally these days so this trip ain’t goin’ to be like the others…I’m putting a small bit of thought into it before I light the fires and point the Latowski towards the stratosphere and beyond.

  Mentally I know that physically ridin’ back and forth across the country is a very, very bad idea. It could fuck me for life, but my mental condition never lets me get deterred from actually doing it.

   This is the trip I have always dreamed of and I’ll be fucked if I don’t even give it a shot. The key however is making sure that this faggot of a spine I operate under doesn’t just quit somewhere in the middle of a place I cant get away from under my own power. I.E. if my back goes, me and the old bike are stuck there until the Rapture….and I don’t even want to think about that so I won’t.

  I have had to change the bike upjust so I can operate it. The always cool ‘kick only had to go. While it still has a Bakerwith a kicker on it it’s also equipped with a Rivera Primo electric start. Now I don’t have to think about starting the unstartable the whole night before and can just hit the magic button when it comes time to beat feet. This also made a stroker motor more within the realm of possibility…no matter what compression it has and how hot the cam is. Another new addition for the long range set up will be a Thunderheader slip on. Drag pipes are cool as fuck but I’m loosing a shit ton of midrange with them and the entire continent is basically covered with mid range miles so the addition will perform well but unfortunately will be as about un-chopper as you can get.

   It starts right up and after the mornings warm up I’m on the road in grand fashion. Plenty of power and a lot of high speed motoring.

  I’m getting the jive back in the suspension also. It’s always had a swing arm but now it is equipped with a set of Burly shocks and a new front end is being assembled also with Progressive springs. With a very uncool seat and some weight in the Touratech bags its full Cadillac when it’s underway.

  Yea bags, I’ve done this trip more times then I can remember and I always have to load a bunch of shit all stuffed in garbage bags and a million bungee cords holding the whole mess together…not any more. Sure you can call me what you want but I’ll still race you…to Kansas or wherever you choose to lose…I don’t care.

  I haven’t even started to save some cash for the trip even though it’s slowly comin’ in…but that will be enough for an oil change and a desperately needed new set of tires. The money will come…I can just feel it. The bike is almost done and I have a few thousand miles on it already so there will be no surprises… (Yea right).

  The whole trip is supposed to save the things that I have here at home in Payson. I’m bringin’ all my photography equipment to shoot pictures for originals and portraits. Yea those paintings I do, that’s the plan anyway. The work in my studio is becoming more like a job than an adventure. Static, technical and kind of boring. I need to bring the dirt back from the road and put it on canvas. That’s why I got into my Shovel and why I paint…all that shit that happens ‘out there’ ain’t going to find me if I sit here waiting for it to show up. No sir…lets get ‘em nekkid and roughhousing…that’s what I need. Bring it on…lets make a disturbing image God damn it!

  The trip is in its infancy and susceptible to change at any minute but as it stands it goes as follows…Az to Jersey. Jersey to Smoke Out East. Smoke out East to California for Born Free. California back to AZ to catch up on any work I picked up on the road. Then to Sturgis and so on.

  I am leaving with no cash to speak of and the whole trip relies on me cutting deals and hustling paintings. If you are interested in having me stop by and shoot something to be painted for you contact me at hamsteakdawg@gmail.com. We can work something out. I am going to also be looking for cool places to camp along the way, check out some bikes, get stoned and hopefully convince some women that I am simply dreamy…heh.

  Buy some prints, it’ll help get me a few dollars to travel on and hit me up with anything good. AmericanMotherFucker.com  Almost ‘out there’…”GTP”