Posted on January 24th, 2023
Live your love. Simple, no? Live doing what you love. Simple words, and yet one of the hardest things to do, no? We all have responsibilities, bills, etc., and they all seem to go against this simple idea of trying to do what we love to do! The nerve!! (Coughs)
What if, however, we tried “living our love” in small chucks at a time. We don’t really need careers that we love doing, as long as we make money that will allow us to do the things we really love to do when we aren’t working. Man, that’s a mouthful, but I think you get my drift. Be happy to live your love when and where you can, in other words.
I’ve got some friends who are in Memphis right now competing in the International Blues Competition, representing Washington. Huge honor and opportunity for these cats and they get to live their love! How cool is that, a week of not only playing blues, but listening to bands from around the world representing their take on the genre. Way cool. Day jobs be damned, for a week they are living the dream.
We need to find our own grooves and then dance to them every chance we get. Life is just too short not to live your love.
Posted on November 15th, 2021
We are in a time of great divides. War Hawks vs. Peace Doves. Pro-life vs. Pro-choice. Religion vs. Science. Red vs. Blue. Rights vs. Responsibilities. Good vs. Evil. Wrong vs. Right. Believe in something and somewhere, someone will be 100% against it.
As I soak all this in, it occurs to me how similar all this is to the philosophical and religious notion of balance in the universe. Yin/Yang. Karma. Do Unto Others…. Heaven/Hell. All of it points to the idea that there needs to be a balance in the universe in order to achieve total harmony. The esoteric “one-ness” that signals the approach of nirvana. Is this just dream, a philosophical carrot if you will? And surely this could be achieved if we all just worked together, right? Continue reading →
Posted on October 23rd, 2021
The Eagle wasn’t always the Eagle. Marilyn Whirlwind
The Eagle, before he became the Eagle, was Yucatangee, the Talker.
Yucatangee talked and talked.
It talked so much it heard only itself.
Not the river, not the wind, not even the Wolf.
The Raven came and said, “The Wolf is hungry. If you stop talking, you’ll hear him. The wind too. And when you hear the wind, you’ll fly.”
So he stopped talking.
And became its nature, the Eagle.
The Eagle soared, and its flight said all it needed to say.
Posted on October 22nd, 2021
We gather daily in the dark cave like bats returning from a night of foraging. As we settle into our roosts and eyes adjust to the familiar murkiness, beers appear, and pleasantries are exchanged. “Good to see you, John.” “Good to be seen Mike!” “How are you feeling today, Bob?” “With my fingers as usual!” Laughter rises to join the nicotine stains on the ceiling. Old, retired men, some by choice, others forced into it by a world that favors the “New and Improved” over the “Tried and True.” We gather here to dull the floundering of our lives with beer and bourbon. Souls gone wandering, but not yet lost, using each other as anchor lines to sanity.
Joe shows off his missing front tooth, proudly explaining how he yanked it out himself using pliers. “Ain’t got no insurance so…POP! Done!” I cringe a little but offer up the strongest “Right on!” I can muster.
Burl shows up with two baggies of freshly smoked salmon. “Caught this silver last week, aint any fresher!” He passes the bags around then sits down to his waiting beer. The salmon is good! Damn good! The salty tang going perfectly with the ice-cold Rainier. Better than store bought, that’s for damn sure.
Talk around the bar settles into a low drone as the old men discuss the salmon, where the best places are, how much better the fishing was 40 years ago, what the best bait is. Karl starts talking about his days as a crabber while eyes roll. Karl has told this story so many times we all could tell it, but it’s okay. Karl is old, he’s entitled here. The cave has lost so many bats over the years. Cancer, age, accidents, you name it. Karl is close and we all know it. Better to hear his old stories today.
I glance up at the TV to watch the noiseless words flow from the talking heads. Old men, their stories, and a beer. I smile a little and go back to listening to Karl, nodding along with the others, and adjusting the anchor line.
Old Men, Stories and Beer Pt II
Posted on February 5th, 2020
Why do we name our bikes? Or for that matter, our cars, boats, or snowmobiles. You name the vehicle and someone has given it a name. My friend Merv, RIP, had an orange custom he called Tigger. All over Columbus people knew Tigger and knew that it was Merv’s scoot. I had a chance to ride Tigger once and it was quite the experience. I miss Merv. Even though he’s been gone for a good many years now, he still lives on in my heart, along with memories of Tigger.
To those of us who eat, sleep, live and die with motorcycles, they are more than just machines. The don’t just take us from point A to B, they transport us away from the grind. When you throw a leg over your scoot, your soul relaxes. You begin to remember past rides and start planning new ones. A scoot is your friend and confidant. How in the world can it NOT have a name? It breathes in air and farts fire for chrissakes. It’s tame and yet wild at the same time.
So, we name them. Ol’ Red. Tigger. Gray Ghost. Misty Blue. Or my current partner of the road, Dusty Rose. We name them because they become a part of us. We take pictures of them. Some of us get ink with their names or pictures. We wash them. We feed them. We talk to them, and they listen. We give them love, and in turn they give us the world.
They are family.
Posted on December 24th, 2019
To all my friends past, present and future. I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!!
*Card curtesy of Easy Riders
Posted on December 19th, 2019
I’m going to start up a new ‘feature’ of this blog. Earlier I posted my review of a Cardo Freecom 4+, so I figured I should force my musical tastes on y’all as well (grin).
First up is a kick-ass rockabilly self-titled album from a group called The Devil’s Daughters. Now the cats that make up this group ain’t new, in fact they all have been making killer tunes for quite some time. Their sound is pure rockabilly with a bluesy twist that really helps the miles on those boring freeway stretches fly by.
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Posted on December 15th, 2019
The Azul Restaurant & Lounge in Mill Creek Town Center advertises itself as a Latin American Bistro, and that description really fits the place. We went there to try out their brunch offerings, and we were not disappointed in the least. The place is Mill Creek upscale, with solid middle of the road pricing. Plenty of lighting without being too bright, and just the right amount of decorations. The place has a very comfortable feel to it.
The brunch menu includes a good selection without being so overbearing as to cause one to take hours to decide. I went for the Chicken Fried Steak & Eggs. First off, no, I don’t have a picture. I don’t take pictures of my food when it may distract other diners. If you’d like to see a pic of it, please visit google maps or their Facebook page for pics.
The chicken fried steak was out of this world with a very light seasoned breading and fried perfectly. It was served with a chipotle jalapeño and corn gravy that was running on all cylinders. It had some back heat but it wasn’t unbearable by any means. The dish came with two over easy eggs that were perfect, along with black beans, country style potatoes and pico de Gallo. Really well done.
Beth opted for the Chicken Chipotle Cobb Salad and loved it. A massive lunch salad that could easily feed two folks. Or one that happened to be my size. (coughs)
If you happen to be in the Mill Creek Town Center I strongly recommend you stop in. We plan to go back for dinner soon and I’ll let you know how it goes.
Rubber side down and forks full,
Posted on December 12th, 2019
Couple of years ago I traded in my 2014 Street Glide for an ’18 Heritage Classic. Love the scoot and I’ll post a long overdue writeup soon. One of the things I missed, however, was my tunes. Man, I dig the sound of a big ol’ Harley motor as much as the next gear head, but for long rides nothing beats being able to bring my mystical motorcycle music along for the ride.
I looked into sound-bars, but didn’t care for the look. Speakers were an option, but where to mount the amp? Singing is always a possibility, but then I swallow too many bugs and get too full to eat my burger. What to do, what to do.
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Posted on December 9th, 2019
Yes, you read that right. Chocolate hummus is at Trader Joe’s. Chickpeas, tahini paste, seat salt, oil, cocoa and a little sugar. It is CRAZY good! I know what you are thinking, ‘Gregor, you’ve been into the martini juice a little early’. I swear, not a drop. Not even a drunk olive.
The taste is like a semi-sweet chocolate mousse. Almost like Nutella, but with sesame seeds instead of hazelnuts. Sounds insane, but man does it work.
For the perfect bite, take a Stroopwafel, spread the chocolate hummus all over it. Then warm the stroopwafel over your mug of coffee in the morning and….boom. You’ve found heaven. Love this stuff!