Friday, April 30, 2010

Wimberly ride with Miss Rebecca


I have mixed feelings about riding with passengers on the bike. There is a certain meditation that is inherent to motorcycling that seems dependent upon solitude. However, there is rare occasion when the perspective of someone else can add to the clarity and dimension of the experience. Just such an occasion occured last Wednesday. Went for a splendid ride out 12 from San Marcos to Wimberley, had a bite to eat and cruised back into town via 150 through Kyle. Great ride, thanks for the company miss rebecca.






Bouncing may be what tiggers do best, but thinking outside the box is something this lady has down to an artform.

Monday, April 26, 2010

Jackalope Burgers


An important part of traveling around anywhere is the cuisine. Here's a pic of the Black and Blue burger from The Jackalope in Austin. 1/3 lb. Angus beef with blackened spices, blue cheese crumbles, blue cheese dressing, hot wing sauce, bacon, and all the fixins'

Roadrunners 4-2010





















Saturday, April 24, 2010

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Modern Cafe Racer Lineup

Ladies and gentleman, modern factory cafe racers
Triumph Thruxton: Norton Commando 961:



2007 Ducati Sport 1000se:





Vincent Black Shadow:



Moto Guzzi V11:

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Congress Ave.











Weather was just amazing yesterday. I got off work about 6 and cruised down to Homeslice Pizza for a slice and, you guessed it, a Mexican Coke. Took some pics while I was down there.




Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Hunter S. Thompson


"There are some things nobody needs in this world, and a bright-red, hunch-back, warp-speed 900cc cafe racer is one of them - but I want one anyway, and on some days I actually believe I need one." -Hunter S. Thompson.


Me too brother, me too.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

NOSTALGIA

So I stopped to gas up today and went inside and bought a fanta in the glass bottle. My idea was that I would lean against my car, drinking fanta-in-the-glass-bottle while I gassed up. I did that, but it didn't give me the same feeling as when I drink a Mexican Coke.

Last fall I made the journey down 290 W to the Kawasaki dealership. It was the first time I'd been out there and the bastards were closed. I turned around in their parking lot and headed back to Austin with every intention of stopping at a gas station I'd spotted on the way out. The joint looked like an old wooden saloon. I had to check this out.

I parked the bike out front and wandered in, I grabbed a Mexican Coke, laid down my pennies and sauntered back out to the bike. I leaned against the bike with my ice cold Coke, casually regarding the passing traffic. Pure bliss. There are these moments when I'm not trying to do something, I'm actually being something, like my most desirable self, and this was that moment...cool fall air, crisp Coca-Cola, dark sunglasses, leather jacket, black motorcycle, and not a damn thing to do but be alive, right then, right there. It was beautiful.

I think people are chasing nostalgia. I know I've been guilty of it. It's evident in fashion, design, language, philosophy, and even religion. There is a prevailing idea that "back then" was better, or simpler, somehow more pure. I look at pics of Marlon Brando and Marilyn Monroe, and I, as I believe many others do, have a pinge of envy, a tickle of nostalgia. The moments looks so pure. The thing is, when they were there, in that moment, when I experience moments that evoke that feeling, it isn't by living out an imitation of a past event with period correct clothes and music ad nauseum. Only when we live completely in the moment is when we are truly alive, and the subject of the next generations nostalgia.

I find it the supremest of tragedies that although our lives are but a moment, it is humanities greatest challenge to experience it as such.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

September 28th, 2009




Okay, first post. I'm exhausted. I worked from 4am till 12:30 today. Brutal. But I got the blog space up, so that's one more thing on my list. This blog is gonna be sick. I know it's kinda hard to tell, now, but you're gonna have to have a little faith, and patience, and a whole lotta love.

What's in store? Roadtrips on my motorcycle, sick pictures from the road, occasional outbursts of lunacy and genius, and general musings. Ultimately there will be enough genius amid the lunacy to publish a book. Hells yeah.

Here's how this whole thing got started: I realized that there's little information on Motorcycling in Texas that is infused with the kind of love and admiration for both that is vital to properly portraying such a euphoric experience. I hope to do it justice. Stay tuned.

Peace.