Archive for July, 2008

Real Gone.

Real Gone–Cheryl Crow

Slow down, you’re gonna crash,
Baby you’re a-screaming it’s a blast, blast, blast
Look out babe, you’ve got your blinders on
Everybody’s looking for a way to get real gone
Real gone.
Real gone.

Here’s to being Real Gone!

Phew!

Oooo…a high speed run on The Dragon…cross country. That machine simply loves to run. Good thing…I love to run her…hard and fast…

Got friends to meet in Johnson City…a couple side trips…1100 miles? (each way)

Let’s see…

Hottest day of the year so far?
check.

Riding into the three states with the most heat warnings up?
check check check.

Timing is such that I’ll be in the hottest area for the longest time?
check.

Remembered sun screen?
check.

NOT a dry heat?
check.

Queue sunscreen saturated sweat dripping into eyes in…

3
2
1
gggGHHhhhyyyyyyyaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!

Black jeans?
check

Black t-shirt
check

Black boots?
check

Black bike?
check.

1500cc heat producing horsepower source?
check.

Crispy critter panting in the saddle?
check (AND loving it!)

Funny…at the truck stops…bottled water is more expensive then
cokes and juices? What the heck’s happened to the world?

There’s hardly anybody on the highways outside of the major
towns…the 18 wheelers outnumber the cars. Wierd. Makes for some good running though…they know where the cops are and they typically DON’T try to run me down like the cages do…

Plenty of cops out though…not enough victims/marks…a car comes over the hill and there’s 48 cop cars from 15 different agencies crawling all over each other to get a radar lock on it. Too bad…it’s another little bitty shitty car and it CAN’T speed…it’s not capable! BOTH squirrels are working as hard as they can!

Alas…poor cops. They’re gonna starve! I feel like stopping and
giving them a dollar or something. Maybe some doughnuts….

I saw some motor patrol officers today…I *think* they were Tennessee State Patrol but they could have been Nashville PD…gad…where to start…motorcops…wearing bicycle shorts and tight/taylored shirts…oh no…no steriods there LOL…I hate to stereotype but jheeze…they looked like something right out of the village people or something.

And padded bicycle shorts? What the heck are they thinking? Deadly in an accident…and I guarentee had they pulled me pver they would have put me under the jail…I would NOT have been able to take them seriously…gawd!

I think I’m in Lebanon, TN or something like that….

Fritos in bed (yeah I love hotel rooms), AC on full…

Queue heat exhausted sleep in
3
2
1
….endtrans…

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer

http://lifeisaroad.com

I’m the other kind…

A scheduled post!

Yeah…riding is what I need. I’m somewhere on the road…and I needed it.

The Other Kind, Steve Earle

I’m back out on that road again, turn this beast into the wind
There are those that break and bend, I’m the other kind
I’m the other kind

See, it used to be I was really free, didn’t need no gasoline to run
Before you could say Jack Kerouac and turn your back, I’d be gone
Yeah but nowadays I got me two good wheels
And I seek refuge in aluminum and steel
It takes me out there for just a little while
And the years fall away with every mile

Eastbound and down…

I’m headed out at something like O’dark-thirty for Inzane, the annual Valkyrie Riders gathering, this year in Johnson City, Tennessee. I’ll be the tech session coordinator, so if you’re looking for me, check out the tech schedule…when I’m not there I’ll be screaming through the gorgeous hills in the area.

Got a couple days to get there…so I doubt I’ll be running in anything even resembling a straight line. Haven’t decided yet. It’s the ride I’m after…oh, and I think somebody mentioned barbeque.

The Dragon’s ready…she’s been calling to me for a number of days now…she doesn’t understand it when I don’t come when she calls…the ride is for the soul, not for the destination.

Hmmm…come to think of it, I don’t understand when I don’t come when she calls, either…

I suppose I ought to pack something…

Y’all be safe…or at least fun!

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer

Busy busy…and battles.

I’ve been busy at work…and busy at home too…trying to get ready for a trip now. Drats. More maintenance for the machine…more work needed on the house.

Ah well. Such is life!

Anyway, I thought I’d draw your attention to a story I posted some time ago…due to an email from website reader I ended up re-reading it.

It says some stuff.

Check it out!

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Battles. Lots of them. Everything around me somehow involved in it’s own conflict. Outwardly independent, but in reality, closely tied together in an intricate dance.

I look at the concrete rushing by and hope I don’t miss a step.

Linky…

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer

And then there was the day…

So…waaay back when I was a kid…say about 18 or so…I was naive and believed that hard work and dedication (to a company) would get me ahead and make me a success. Heh…that is subject for another post…

I had a roommate at the time (he’s still my best friend)…and he believed too…

We’d been roommates a long while, and frankly put, did not do much more than work.

We’d been at it an insane amount. 12 hour shifts, 7 days a week, for months. The only break to the routine was when we worked longer shifts. Days off? What are those? Vacation? Dream on. Heh. Did I say dream? No chance of that. We’d lost the ability to dream then. It was just the work.

We were barely making it. So it was a big deal when we were both going to be off and we both had some money. Neither of us were dating at the time…women at that age and time didn’t like men who really work or are dedicated and passionate (to pretty much anything other then the women) as if the men are dedicated, then they are not paying sufficient attention to the women. Heh…subject for yet another post!

So, like I said. A big deal. We were off and we had a few bucks. We decided to see a movie (a blockbuster, probably sci-fi, don’t remember which one, not really important now) and both REALLY wanted to see it…we hadn’t been to a movie in a year at best…and then find some dinner. A real dinner…we’d been living on sandwiches and food grabbed off the truck or out of the machine at work…

Problem was, 12 hour shifts for months on end take their toll.

It was time to go to the movie. I’d dragged my fuzzy head out of bed and gotten ready, but my roommate had not. I could hear his alarm cheerily blaring from his room, but it was not enough to wake him anymore.

I stuck my head in the room, “Dude! Wake up!”

He grumbled, “Yeah…yeah. I’m up…”

Ten minutes later he was still asleep.

I kicked him on the foot.

*snort* “What!…oh yeah. I’m up.”

Ten minutes later…well…you get the idea.

But the movie…it was important…a recreational activity. We’d both sworn we’d do this.

I tried several things, stopping just short of bodily injury or massive destruction….not one of them had any real effect.

Finally, an inspiriation!

I poked my head back into his room, “Dude! You’re late for work!”

Surely that would do it.

I went back to the kitchen to get some more caffeine, grabbing a drink for him as well. It only took me about a minute.

I opened the door to his room. “What the hell?”

He was gone.

I checked the bathroom. Not there.

I looked into the driveway. His car was gone.

“Uh oh…” Just like that. Up and out in what had to be less than thirty seconds.

These were the days before cell phones…and it was at least an hour’s drive to work.

Sitting by myself watching tv, nearly three hours later I heard his car in the driveway.

He looked bewildered when he wandered in the back door. “Hey. You’re not going to believe what I just did!”

I did my best to look innocent. “What? Where’ve you been? Weren’t we going to a movie?”

“Sorry about that. I drove all the way to work. I was there before I even realized I was driving. I have no idea why. Job’s getting to me I guess.”

We made a later showing…grabbed some steaks afterwards, and spent the entire night bowling at the all night for $10 alley.

It was a good day. All work and no play…well…they kill the soul…not to put too fine a point on it. Best friends are a requirement in life.

I’ve never told him exactly why he drove to work that day…something like 20 years have gone by…

He’ll know now. He probably won’t kill me.

*raises a glass*

Here’s to best friends!

…and dude…you’re late for work!

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer

A thought for the day…

Emailed to me:

“SISU” is a Finnish word, and it describes an almost spiritual trait of absolute, heroically stubborn, utterly unyielding, unflinchingly stoic, total determination. ‘Sisu’ has been described as “washing a car in the rain, finishing a story read to a child even though the child has long ago hopped off the lap and gone to play, raking leaves in a windstorm”. Sisu is what drives a person to keep a promise no matter what the cost, to do what is honorable or true or right no matter the personal suffering, to push on even when there is no hope in all the world. To have ‘Sisu’ is to complete something regardless of whether the act of completion has any meaning any longer…because the determination itself, the act of accomplishment alone, is what truly matters. It is the Finnish version of Japanese ‘Bushido’, the Samurai spirit, and it is considered the highest, most valuable, and most valued trait of any person. Sisu is the power to accomplish anything, and the power to be truly great.

CUagain,
Daniel Meyer

And today is Independence Day!

Happy birthday America. This is both a solemn and joyous day for my country…which we celebrate in a typically American restrained and sensible manner.

Here…hold my beer…and hey y’all watch this!

It’s time to go blow some stuff up!

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer

Artists! Oy!

So…I’ve been dabbling in the visual arts. I am proud of some of my efforts. I’ve also been taking a life-drawing class. The reasons for these pursuits are many and not all easily explained. That’s okay, I’m not going to try here. They are subject for another post…

The end result of all this is I’ve accumulated a LOT of drawings/paintings/sketches etc. It’s tough to figure out what to do with them. Some I like, some I don’t. Some are good, some are crap. There’s a few it’s easy just to throw out. There’s a few I’ve given to friends. Some I’ve lost. There’s even a few I’ve sold (how cool is that!?)

Anyway, sorting through the piles of art, wondering whether I cared about a piece or thought maybe someday (after I’m dead and thus possibly famous) that it might be worth something…trying to make sense of it all…and not knowing how.

I’d imagine all artists go through the same thing…do they care about a piece? No? Yes? Crap? Trash? Keep? Sell? Print?

Truth is…that’s all relative.

In the sorting I came across the illustrations for my books done by my good friend Ron. Yeah, Ron, I’m talking to you!

Hands down, the best piece he did for any of my books…my favorite of all of them…and probably one of the best in technical terms….he obviously didn’t like or didn’t think it was worthy.

Why? Simply this. After I scanned it I had to Photoshop out the grocery list he’d scrawled in red marker across the front of it.

Artists! Oy!

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer