freak rain today
being Tuesday am
Velo Club Monterey (VCM), we have a regular Tues am ride.
my friends, of course
and me loving riding with my friends, so i cant resist
rain, big deal...
i've got the clothing
I've got how many bikes.
don't even have to pump up the tires, lube chain, or any of that...
a while back, i bought into a couple of jackets from Showers Pass...
and the funky "muffin man" Gore helmet cover...
dummy has a light
fenders, and all that stuff
my friends with their road bikes, and not so well equipped in clothing...
i suggest we stay off of the ocean, and head up hill in the shelter of trees, and small draws...
a couple of hours for a ride...
Dummy does not handle any differently... big disc brakes, etc...
my roadie friends, have another one of those "oh i get it" moments
as their bikes get full of road grit, grind into their rims...
I'm always amazed how little rain and grit it takes, to make it seem like a lot of abuse to a road bike... simple lack of fenders, seems to be their bane
and i get another one of those "oh, ya... i forget" moments, re: how silly road bikes often are...
a couple of pics from The Santa Cruz crit
i got PULLED!
it was mega fun
i think its been 7yrs since I've raced
the weekend prior was Solvang Double
for what its worth
i was near the front for a few laps
then with 4 laps to go, the ref pulled me, as i got shelled out the back...
as i pulled to the curb, a group blew by me... and i thought "why did i get pulled when all those guys were behind me?"
but i was quick to relent, and cough/spit up phlegm at the curb...
it was an open Cat 5 race.
Eamon Lucas of VOS racing took the race
i've known this kid since he was little
a big boy these days, all of 17
and a total stud
i drove a hole a few times... idle banter i assure you
Eamon would laff, "holy crap Devo!" i'd just make way...
it was fun
fun to drive the bike
skitter the wheels, bang gears out of turns
i just couldn't power up the hill, and sprint to keep with the lead group... after 7 laps, i was shelled.
at 40 & 175lbs, racing against a young man like Eamon... well... i'll try to catch him at the next crit!
today, i've done a little bit of maintenance on The Dummy
tomorrow starts prep for Sea Otter, i have to be up at Laguna Seca in the morning
I'm not that impressed with those Disco Brake Ceramic 3xLife disc brake pads, that I've been using on those Avid Mechs.
somehow, I scored 2 sets, so i put another set back on The Dummy.
when i burn these up, I'll go back to Metalic Avids, or EBC Gold.
if i thumb thru this thread, I think I'd find a post where i mentioned I had put them on The Dummy. I'm thinking around the time I went up to Arcata, Ca.
so that would be around October.
6 months on a set of pads for The Dummy.
plus i use other bikes, so The Dummy hasn't been my only use bike.
blah blah blah...
whatever... maybe there will be something "funky" or "interesting" out at SOC, in regards to braking duty for cargo bikes.
Costco has the big cans of Gatorade (yellow flavor instead of the traditional orange, looks like the same as in the pic) ... don't recall how much, but definitely under $10.
Originally Posted by pimpbot
Not bad, really
Six months with as many miles as you pile on. That is not bad at all. I tend to burn through a set of pads for my Hope Mono Minis in 9-12 months, but I probably put on a quarter of the miles you do, and without any real load.
Originally Posted by SelfPropelledDevo
I think I got the same brand of pads from the same place you did off fleabay, but not the 3x ceramics. For me, they stop fine, but they tend to overheat really easily. I think they use steel backs, while the stock pads had copper backs. I got 4 sets for like $26 shipped, IIRC. Problem is, its hard to find pads for my Mono Minis, except for the Hope pads which are stupid expensive at like $30+ a set.
I guess I have high hopes about brakes and cargo bikes.
Originally Posted by pimpbot
like... gee... i wish they'd simply put more material on the pads, like maybe twice the amount...
but i guess that would involve some kind of re-engineering in levers, etc...
especially since i like mechanicals.
brake pads end up costing me at least $120/yr
and i think thats on the steep side.
i think i should be spending about $20/yr
i mean... heck... look at any other vehicular application, and you see pads that are much thicker, and last at least a year...
can you imagine a scooter that eats brake pads every 6 months?
between my bikes, i think i use 3 sets/yr
The Dummy is on its 2nd set since October.
I'm surprised I haven't burned up a set on The Hunter yet...
Laguna Seca day...
10am, at Laguna Seca
ride The Dummy from here in Del Rey Oaks
up to the track, about a 700ft climb to start the day, about 45 minutes
the day was cake, sitting around, chit chat, basically getting to know each other and go over some things.
the guys from College Cyclery already started building on what i think is a pump track.
10am to about 3:30pm
drop off Dummy
grab road bike, messenger bag, water bottles, etc...
return to Laguna Seca for some track time on road bikes!
Laguna Seca opened the track for 2hrs to bicycles. $10
we had about an hour of open track time
then about 40 minutes for a crit!
today was a blast!
rode the dummy
worked some for SOC
returned to the track
did some open track time, almost like a community pool, and free swim
then a crit.
I was so stoked to see so many of my buddies, and the trust to be able to have an informal crit, and glance by each other, in close quarters.
what more can i ask for?
a perfect day!
tomorrow, be at the track 7:45am, until who knows when...
I need video of the Dummy doing the corkscrew turn!
i'll work on that!
Originally Posted by pigeonfarmboy
there should be another open track night next month.
if i were smarter, i would have gone to work on the Dummy with the road bike loaded, and simply changed over to the road bike, rather than running back and forth form the track to the house, and back again.
i guess the upshot is that i got in more miles/time.
the commute up to the track on The dummy is about 45 minutes, back home about 30 minutes, grab road bike, another 30 minutes up to the track, with a messenger bag, ride the track for an hour before the crit, then 40 minute crit, and maybe 30 minutes back home.
i could have better planned that.
today at the track
we got some huge tents put up
some storage containers arrived
a bunch of incoming shipping
my job, to keep all that stuff organized, and accounted for.
Skip Barber has a school there
and as it turned out, they had classes going on in the paddock area, which is exactly where we are setting up the Operations Area.
Miatas, and those little CART-style race cars racing around on makeshift track, outlined by little orange cones, all the while we have crews working, putting up those mondo huge tents, trailers coming in, etc...
the gist was, that due to the classes going on, the area had to be closed off, to keep out The Public, and any potential for stray traffic to interfere with fast moving cars.
therefore... when incoming shipping arrived, they could not access the storage.
therefore, the only option, was to receive the stuff as close as possible and Dummy up.
good thing for the Dummy.
by the days end, i probably moved about 40 boxes
last night I went to the LBS (Hank and Frank in Lafayette... excellent shop!) and broke down and bought a set of sintered Hope pads... with BTCEB 10% discount it was still $35 with tax. The wrench tells me they do last much longer than organic and resist heat fade more, but make more noise. Anyway, I have not had the time to install them and test them out.
Originally Posted by SelfPropelledDevo
I'm probably about due for new rotors as well. Those two piece rotors are looking pretty sweet.
I wonder what brakes out there have bigger pads... therefore more meat on them, Maybe some of those Gatorbrake 6 piston things... something like that? Older Shimano XT 4 pot brakes, or the new Saint brakes of a similar design?
Last edited by pimpbot; 04-10-2009 at 11:42 AM.
Them flowery rotors are quite purty.
Originally Posted by pimpbot
"Don't give up, Never give up!"
Yeah, I know, right?
They would go well with my pink racing mojo socks. Whoda thunk they would make pink flower socks for size 12 feet, huh? Well, I think I've retired the pink racing socks. Every time I wear them, I have a bad race. Last time I came in DFL in singlespeed sport class at CCCX a couple years ago... that is... I got a flat, and still came in DFL by 15 minutes.
Originally Posted by thebigred67
whats up with those rotors?
Originally Posted by pimpbot
i mean... whats the "hype"? free floating, or something?
more SOC duty
good thing for the dummy
today hauled some tables around.
not to mention the countless "run over there and get this"
"chase down that truck"
Lighter, less prone to warping. I have the regular stamped stainless rotors, but I'm considering the upgrade, if I have to replace them anyway.
Originally Posted by SelfPropelledDevo
Glad to see your keeping busy Devo,I will be backon the bike this week after a spell of burcytis(sp).
bursitis = inflammation of the bursa
Originally Posted by Billy B
synovial fluid, if i remember correctly, is a bit of an oddity
in that it gets thicker with more use.
unlike other fluids, that their viscosity breaks down, when friction is applied.
synovial fluid: i used to think of it to the likes of some fancy viscous coupling fluid that is used in some AWD cars. or maybe a fluidtrainer.
off the hook busy.
the amount of work is bitting into my ride time.
so its up at 0445hrs
out the door by 0530-0600hrs
at the track and ready to work at 0730hrs to who knows when.
last night was until after 1900hrs.
on the upshot, things are looking good.
SOC is going to be squared away, lots of stuff.
yesterday am's ride, i spotted
2 bob cats
Hey we just drove through a bunch of parks in Utah last week; I toted Desert Solitaire with me, which I hadn't read for 20 yrs, then skipped straight to this one chapter once we finally got home, a lot of car stuff and he saw it all coming 40-45 yrs ago:
SOC gig cut short/Ventura Redux/ride away from The house of the rising Sun...
yesterday was the first day of SOC where people were actually at the venue picking up packets, some of the vendors had their Expos open...
SOC under way, things moving along accordingly
yesterday marked 1 week of effort for me.
early mornings to early evenings...
yesterday 4/15/09 as i climbed up to the venue, the Suunto on the bar of The Dummy indicated 39F
for 2 days the wind was up.
last tuesday gusts of around 40mph wreaked havoc with tents
the weather conditions, being outside on your feet for 12-13hrs/day, takes a physical toll.
it seemed that just about every moment, multiple things going on, constantly juggling tasks at hand.
more vans arrived, as i was in process of signing the paper work, my cell phone rings, a family friend...
my dad passed away in the night, around 3am that morning.
(ironic passing away on Tax Day... you know the saying...)
my SOC gig cut short
now en route to Ventura, to asses the situation
my 91 year old grandfather, my nana, with Alzheimer's (as she keeps knocking on the door of the trailer in the back yard where pop lived)
all these things, now coming about, another phase (i guess you could call it that), of dealing with family. for me.... Ventura Redux
of course, its a bummer that my dad passed away
however, in the actuarial world, after 50yrs of smoking, and his battle of dealing with bladder cancer for about 18 months, pop is right on schedule
i'm glad to have made the time, to quit my job, go back to Ventura, re-acquaint, get in fights, and get over it all.
pop and I had a good relationship
he got to re-visit some of his kids
now, its dealing with the onslaught of phone calls, emails, etc...
at the moment, my dilemma: which bike to use for this trip.
its a topsy-turvy proposition
dummy allows greatest cargo
using The Hunter with panniers
which in turn is in consideration to my housing situation
as I'm sure, it will be again...
sleeping in the boat, with no lights, no heat, no latrine, etc...
simply crashing out on a spartan bunk, at best with iPod, and a book, possibly a micro stove for some instant coffee, etc...
or the backyard.
time frames are a consideration
my personal world, the SOC gig was a significant income that i had hopes of retaining, however, now that I've chose to remove myself from the event at the mid point....
my personal belongings to that of about 1/2 a small Uhaul's worth
finance less than that of a SC Blur from colorado cyclist
my situation also spartan
the upshot, yet another fantastic challenge/hurdle/obstacle/barrier/hardship which to process/understand/overcome
of course, i hope to address these things by virtue of a bicycle lifestyle
i envision a rental car at some point, as I'd need to shuttle my grandparents to the funeral, and perhaps administrative dealings.
in my gut, i believe, that The Bicycle is what i know best, its my strongest posture, as if my most understood Asana.
family across California has my cell phone abuzz
its a bit maddening
already the solitude of quiet open space beckons
last night i dreamt that somehow i stumbled upon a time portal, i suppose, and was in the future, where i recognized the world, for what it had been, and stuck in a utopian world where the peoples had dubbed me as a novel celebrity, perhaps, a spin off of Planet of the Apes, where Dr. Zira suddenly is walking about Rodeo Drive.
with a twist i suppose of my 91 year old grandfather, in awe of an iPhone.
at times, i'm very much entertained with what my mind comes up with!
at times, I'm so self centered and conceded, that its no wonder how it is i've come to my ways...
this rant is about Effort, and Uncertainty
every day requires effort
we have to make effort to empty our bowels
we have to make effort to feed ourselves
floss our teeth
brush our teeth
health in general
no matter what our efforts, at some point we will be successful in what we do...
once there was an alcoholic man, who had 2 sons
1 became an alcoholic
the other did not
my father showed me The Way of The Bicycle
my father set me on a path full of challenge
he set me on a path not too difficult
a path that with effort, anyone can ride away from The House of the rising son....
Devo - so sorry for your loss, man. Hang in there, bro - that's great that you got to re-connect w/ your dad & maintained your relationship. I say this because as of this writing, I haven't spoke to my father in almost two years - family bs, egos, etc. Maybe it's time to get a BD and contact my old man...Take care, dude.
not to get all Oprah
Originally Posted by luckylarue
but a viable method is one 5 minute call, once a month.
thats how i did it.
i put it on my calendar on my Mac, with a pop up message, etc...
every 4th wednesday at noon, i called, and actually used a stop watch.
at 4 minutes, i started wrapping it up.
for some time it was talk about the weather.
being that my dad lived with his parents, when the phone picks up, some one is often lurking on the other end.
so the conversation basically went like this:
"hey pop, its Devian"
"hows it going?"
"i was just calling to say hello"
"gee the weather has been really crappy"
(ramble at length about how crappy the weather is)
then segway into riding a bike in the weather....
bs about the difference between monterey and ventura's weather...
"well, pop, i just called to say hello."
"i'll call again sometime later..."
(not letting him know that I've got a schedule)
eventually, my grandpa would speak up.... and I'd give 10 minutes....
that was my "tact"
then i'd "be on tour" and stop by.
stopping by was never that big of a deal, strange how that was.
i'd put up a tent in the back yard, and we'd make food, etc...
Sorry to hear Devo. Your philosphy and demeanor will get you thruogh this. Stay strong and Godspeed with your Father.
Sorry, too, about your Dad...thinking of you tonight, and reminded to follow your example and be consistent with my own Dad in the time he has left....
time only goes one way
Originally Posted by mangoman
i guess until we can figure out the lightspeed thing...
shots of my old man
1. Fresno 1975, my sister and I
2. 8/05 still looking fairly well
3. cigarette to the end... 9/07
4. bladder cancer diagnosis still not really sinking in... fun and games, with a rubber lizard.
(uhh... i think i have something on my mind.... in a rubber chicken, skewed sense of Carlos Castaneda-esq "ventura hippie with no hair way of Knowledge" as compared to The Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui way of Knowledge". a rubber lizard was the closest way of knowing we could conjure... at that moment)
5. and #5.... (drum roll) the last grocery run with my old man. just like when i was a kid. except in those days, we were both on Schwinn 5spd cruisers. this shot, 1/8/09, bladder cancer, all the meds, etc... pretty much settling the biz for pop. groceries, a visit, good food, light conversation, lots of laffs, in a "Little Big Man" kind of way, topped with a strong Jeremiah Johnson foundation of The West, our human plight, and what has become of things...
conversations, visits, and on going topics, were often as if in an equation with fractions
opposite inverse relations
greatest common denominators
and often spoken as if in Range and Domain...
every so often, something else would flash... but for the most part
it was a fundamental flash to Vietnam, Buddhists, a simple way of living, the bicycle
and he'd sit and stare sometimes...
I'd ask him "what?"
he'd reply, "sometimes I'm amazed I created such a monster."
meaning that he's amazed to see that I had, in brief ran thru similar exercises as he...
i.e. combat vet, Ft. Ord, life in general, and crossing the gap between a divorced family
and yet, to see the focus and ability that i'd actually go thru with it...
and that is...
simply get on a bike and ride away...
to simply use the bike
and to sit with chop sticks
so i have to thank the old man for
he gave me huge challenges that many would fall prey to
a youth full of drugs, violence, sex and rock-n-roll
ironic, how he'd sometimes make idle boasting about not paying taxes
being a vietnam vet and all... with the issues he harbored
and yet to pass away on 4/15/09
just today, i told my sister
of the irony
"there are two things you cannot avoid, Death and Taxes."
the last poignant saying, that pop said unto me...
"no good deed goes unpunished."
re: my efforts in Ventura, with Family
so here i go
a sucker for it one more time... for now.
from here on out...
this thread is focused on The Big Dummy, the Vehicle and way of knowing
thank you everyone for your condolences, and continued support.
tomorrow is another familiar trip.
ride to Salinas, hop on Amtrak to Ventura...
Sorry to hear about your dad. I hope you find peace with it.
I only stumbled upon your thread(s) just recently and have been drawn to your writings. I was very sorry to read about your loss.
It feels like you have had much time to contemplate your realtionship with your father recently and that is good. I had a similar experience with my mother.
It brings into sharp relief what is truly important (and what is not).
I appreciate your philosophy and your writings and wish you the best in this next journey.
I'm good to go with "it"
Originally Posted by pimpbot
evidently the problem(s) are the things around me...
thanks for the condolences
thanks for reading all the dribble...
Originally Posted by wrschipper
sometimes, i feel that i ramble way too much... and need to be more concise... if nothing else, out of respect for the time readers spend going thru this stuff...
welcome to the strange world of Devo...
and how is it that I've come to post my world on the internet? thats weird in itself, probably some kind of wacko psyche job.
again.. thanks for your time, and support.
Devo in delay
Devo in delay
whats the saying?
"the devil lays waste to the best laid plans" ???
personally, i think I'm good to go.
at least in my head, and emotions.
what is really sucking at the moment, is my finance
that has been a decaying situation for about 18 months
thats nothing new
well that situation wasn't new either
well... thats always a huge variable, anything can happen.
but whats got me against the ropes today is my personal living situation
as I've been living with my GF
all i had simply asked was for us to not get into an argument (last night) for the duration of my ordeal in SoCal...
blah blah blah...
i don't intend to air out all that personal stuff, (on the subject mater)
in short, I've spent the day packing my stuff
and putting it in my rented garage space.
at the moment, I'm out of here.
i spoke with the postal guy, and let him know of my situation with residence.
i suppose for now, I'll put a hold on my mail
after all... really the only bill i have, is a CitiBank bill for Indenty Monitor
Zero debt! damn near zero bills.
but i've yet to figure out how to completely go "off the grid" without being dubbed the next Ted Kaczynski.
the dummy awaits
i think tonight is Veteran's Park here in Monterey
go thru my crap, go thru my head, go thru equipment, as it must be just like every other time, I'm sure i've over packed.
my duration and mission in SoCal is a huge unknown.
in that light...
I've packed to a degree that would sustain me for indefinite, without being crazy over loaded.
i suppose the upshot
is that the weather is drop dead gorgeous
I can envision myself on a beach somewhere.
and the reality is that if things aint working, then of course its time to change.
its just that the whole of the system is crashing.
the only stronghold, is my Bicycle Practice
I just put new brake pads on The Dummy
cleaned up the drive train, etc...
its 100% Mission Ready
my physical form is "on game"
i just came off from doing The Solvang Double a few weeks ago
and the Santa Cruz Crit
I've rested a day
had good eats
i've got a couple of books
the solo shelter with wood burning stove, and a iso fuel micro stove
I'm ready to jump the back yard fence
all this BS has flared up the proverbial "Call of The Wild" in me.
damn all this city crap
and the trappings of personal drama
however, i'll jump into it head first, and deal with it....
good thing for My Big Dummy!
everything i have to my name.
the junk stops at the sectioned off part of the garage.
Fondriest road bike
and old Cdale MTB
and some misc small household items.
1 old school florescent desk lamp that i really like...
some jars of Hammer Nutrition
a few books
and thats really about it.
i think about 1/2 of a small Uhaul worth.
I think it may be a good time for a little"wandering" Devo.. Go and find tranquility for a while and get direction for the future.
The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry
also - been reading this thread for a while. If you wrote an autobiography I'd be amongst its readers.
Last edited by shinkansen; 04-17-2009 at 07:28 PM.
Originally Posted by shinkansen
[/QUOTE]also - been reading this thread for a while. If you wrote an autobiography I'd be amongst its readers.[/QUOTE]
sometimes i also wonder of this...
its interesting enough, i suppose.
its funny i suppose, often one of my favorite pass times is to sit around a fire
just like last night
with strangers, now new found friends, and to Spin a Yarn, as they used to say...
ramble about life, the current setting, around a fire, living the "Rollie Life", that is to say
drinking vodka with the hobos
they pass the tobacco around
most about the age of my pop's
the Carter administration, most of those guys, can flash to a time when tradesmen jobs were on the ebb, unemployment on the rise
very much like today
i was the kid living amongst the Rollies
last night, as i squatted at Veteran's Memorial Park, in Monterey
a young couple from Santa Cruz rolled in
Alex and Kit
in the morning we rambled at length about bikes in SC, the Bike Church, etc...
my Rollie Buddies, not on the sauce this am
we tossed about the notions of Homelessness
while Classical Music played from the stereo
in so many ways...
i often feel, that "these are my people."
so often I have found "these peoples" to be most hospitable
the most sincere
the most upfront
without ulterior motive
scenes of Papillion
scenes of King Rat
scenes of my past, a Rolling Stone...
these are so often people that have simply had the luck of the draw
i sat in chat with a guy who bought a $30 adjustable stem for his 80's Specialized Hardrock, swapped out
removed his straight bar
and scored a set of cruiser bars
as if in the style of "C-bars"
there he sat
as if an orang
stem of grass
i could not help myself
i speak in easy tones
we go on at length
obvious his cognition
spacial processes, also on the ebb
disability check to soon arrive
i flash scenes of Arcata across our minds
he delights in that talk of redwoods
talk of town square, and squatting out front of the donut shop
Arcata we have in common
rolling we have in common
bikes we are brethren
all it comes to is that his cables are too short
oh what's a rollie to do
when his bars are longer than his cables
he is not able to understand
how it is that cables do not reach
or that gripshift should round the bend
and easily place along the flat near the stem
along with his brake levers that he'd not so gingerly pried into submission with a Leatherman
i inquire of the placement of his grips at the ends of the bars
up right no doubt
and i ask, but what of needing to use the brakes, when you have a sudden moment
his reply, obvious to quickly reach for the levers that are on the bars!
as if I had just spoken a ridiculous proposition.
but thats not the problem
how the hell is he going to pry those gripshift shifters into rounding the bend of the big C-bars.
mack and the boys?
lennie of Mice and men?
once upon a time when you dressed so fine
you'd give a bum a dime
in your prime
yesterday as i readied to pitch camp
i call to Ventura
"its all too late" (says JT)
"what do you mean"
JT: "they cremated your daddy"
"what do you mean?"
"you're too late... they cremated your daddy... and spread his ashes at Sea."
"how did that happen?"
"cuz you're too late?"
"how is it that, its my issue"
"cuz you're daddy didn't want to be cremated"
"so why did he get cremated?"
"that RL (grandpa's lawyer) had it done"
"so how did it happen? i mean, where did they spread his ashes?"
"out at sea."
"that doesn't sound like something grandpa could go to"
"oh no, he sat at home, its done"
"I don't understand."
"cuz you're too late"
"its not my fault, pop could have had that kind of stuff squared away in his Power of Attorney, etc... no one even calls me. in fact, at this point, why do i even come down?"
JT: "you can come down for a day or so and comfort your Grandpa."
"he doesn't even answer the phone"
JT: "well, he doesn't that well with the phone."
"ok... well I'll be there"
JT: "whats taken you so long?"
"well john, its not that easy.... i had signed for a huge amount of equipment for Sea Otter, I was 7 days into my biggest gig of the year. I had 7 days still to go. it was a huge thing to back out of. pop's death could not have come at any more of an inopportune moment. i hate to be so crass. but its not that easy for me, to just drop a giant gig like that, pack my bike, then my GF and I get into a fight, she kicks me out, i move all my stuff into my garage, and all the while, pack in a way, that allows me to be there in Ventura for an undetermined amount of time."
JT: "well I'm sorry. but now all you have to do is show up for a day."
"a day? thats it?"
(omg, i just ditched the biggest gig in my non-existent, fledgling Bicycle Career.)
JT: "well when you get here, call me and I'll tell you what your daddy told me to tell you."
the ranger comes around
"you can't have a fire"
Devo: "not even in that fire box? its contained. it even has 2 stainless steel screens that work as spark arrestors."
Devo: "there are bon fires here in camp"
Ranger: "but they are in fire rings"
Devo: "if it were in a fire ring, then i could have a fire?"
Ranger: "yes, but bike camping does not have a fire ring."
Devo: "and yet an open fire, with sparks flying about, is safer than this wood burning stove?"
Ranger: "i don't know... its the Regulations"
Devo: (sigh), ya sure, i get it. no problem, no fire.
and i dream of Humboldt County
where the forest is green
where salmon swim in the creeks
where a fire is accepted
where the population is not so crowded
and yet, my aim still SoCal
amtrak in the morning... beyond delayed
Sorry about your loss Dev. I just missed my grandfather's funeral for work reasons recently so I can relate to the feeling. Lemme know if I can offer any help while you're in LA. I would love to repay you for addicting me to the Dummy. I probably wouldn't have one if it wasn't for this thread.
I Have Cookies
just found this thread by pure accident.... spent 3 hours on it loving the whole thing! I really envy your "nomadic" (to put my best word for it) lifestyle. saw the video of you riding to see your bro in so cal that was awesome! Keep up the good work and condolences on your dad.... may his soul rest in peace!
The most important thing is what God thinks about it. He will have the final say.” – Joshua Stinebrink
Yup, yup...same here.
Originally Posted by pigeonfarmboy
We share some common experiences with the Dad/Son relationship stuff. That being said I will not assume I understand your situation except to say for good or bad that particular relationship leaves an indelible mark in our lives. I can only hope your are at peace with it. With me, it was an end, sort of, all the good and bad lingers on. I found myself using it to learn and try to find happiness and peace.
On another note, Dude your writing is incredible, I can not help thinking Steinbeck. Is it being in California? You living so close to the earth? I do not know. If you ever write and get published it will be great stuff. Thanks for sharing your life out here. Blessings to you, your Pops and family. Stay strong and smile today...
Originally Posted by ae111black
rode, 1/2 a century (maybe)
watched a few episodes of Battlestar Gallactica
3hrs... uhh... gone for a ride and done a grip of errands!
haul some broccoli
maybe some squash
maybe done 2 tune ups...
thanks for your time!
blows my mind that people actually read this stuff!
perhaps it is the locale
Originally Posted by kwikfile
perhaps it is simply who i am
that is, to say
i am the product of my environ
so of course my crazy hippy old man
had turned me onto so many things
and it took about 30yrs for me to stumble upon my name, Devian, in a dictionary
and to realize its actually a word
a latin root word of Deviant
blah blah blah
my favs, thoreau, carlos castaneda
at the moment i'm digging Diann Fossey and gorillas in the mist
gee... often i don't see us as very much different
except we blow things up, and pave over our environ, ad nauseam...
so i guess, i'd concur
i talk the way i write
by default of what I've read
by nature of where i live
in product of how i was raised.
what is that called?
i have no idea...
just living... i guess...
Last edited by SelfPropelledDevo; 05-03-2009 at 04:11 PM.
280 miles, 12hrs, 38 dollars
830am, leave Del Rey Oaks
1010am arrive at the Amtrak station in Salinas
no big deal
i've done this a bunch
i suppose today a bit unique
other than the obvious, each day is special, blah blah blah
but today, i was already warm at 8am
going thru Ft. Ord
i spotted these turkeys in the parking lot of the old NCO Club
so i thought to pull off, and try to shoot some pics
i call it "pheromone lock".
that is, they are almost totally oblivious to the world
other than being in their "turkey world"
i'm not a Turky-o-mologist
but they seemed pretty rutty
like, i mean... they seemed ready for their own room
turnkey mating that is...
this big tom waddled right up to me
me thinking, "oh someone must be feeding them."
until i started to get a distinct feeling that he was about to give me a piece of his mind!
my size did not intimidate
not until i grabbed The Dummy, then he made a hard right flank move, his hens in "pheromone lock".
salinas amtrak station
and ready The Dummy for Amtrak transport.
so here it goes!
open your eyes
all you potential Dummy Amtrak types.
The Dummy fits under the bus in the cargo hold.
i've posted pics before, this time, i lack a pic
but what i want to point out
remove the WideLoaders, and secure them in the FreeLoaders.
simply place the straps between the frame of the WideLoader and the fabric
so that there is little to no chance that it could come loose from your bike.
the deal is that you want your transfers to be smooth and quick
that is to say
when the bus or train arrives, you want to be ready to get aboard.
in San Luis Obispo
change from Amtrak Bus
to an actual train.
The Dummy goes in the baggage hold, on this particular train.
its an old train.
the newer AmTrak trains have bicycle racks.
baggage hold is behind that big roll up door.
some misc pics
some buildings on Vandenberg Air Force Base
they look like rocket launch pads... maybe
some shots of The Dummy here in Ventura
oh ya... its 1212am, and 68F
Ventura weather always amazes me
Taco Bell and JT
i get into Ventura
ride towards my grandpa's place
and decide i better grab something to eat
the thing is that no matter what
i have to be 100% self sufficient
there are no gimmes here at my grandpa's
heck... i'll be lucky to empty my bowels in the porcelain throne.
i know this.
and yet i still come here.
so i get to taco bell, and decide to call the family friend (JT)
as he's asked me to call him when i get into town, bcz he wants to have a conversation with me.
so there we sit at Taco Bell in his truck...
yammering on about things
some trippy little details here and there
that i suppose i should leave out of this thread.
however... for a taste
i can only vaguely point the reader in the general direction of Chinatown, with Jack Nicholson.
my Ventura episode is completely lacking any cognitive, finite, logical, substance, that has any kind of legitimacy. its all 100% gut feeling, the feelings of others, wrapped around events of heresy.
i suppose there is a tinge of guilt
people feeling bad
and possibly regret
but none of this is "mine"
heck... i joined the army and moved away 20yrs ago
blah blah blah
so there i sat at Taco Bell with my 5 bean burritos, and mr. JT proud landlord of about 36 rentals in this town, going on and on...
The Dummy has attracted some attention
Ventura Hobos are of a different variety
i suppose the variety that I am not particularly fond of
that is... the doped up, smelly, mental illness types, that are on hair trigger response.
the kind that i'd often shutter at the thought of getting bit by.
bit by hobo?
cuz so many of these guys around here, are actually that tripped out, and if you got close enough, they may "trip out", and lash out at you for whatever reason.
i suppose as if demi-demons
the types with scabies, ringworm, and lice
i can understand being a tramp
tramping in america
going All Pro Hobo
but hygiene has got to be paramount
i suppose that is the essential difference
the down and outs of SoCal
these types are really that bad off
as if they've honestly given up on life
given up on themselves
and have only bad action to produce
in NorCal... not that all hobos are romantic bohemians
but i'd dare say there is a noticeable differnce
the dummy locked
and the hobos kind of pour out of the periphery
some ask if i'm on expedition, i just simply nod and say, "yup"
get away before some creepy crawlies make their way
as if ticks from cattle or something....
and get away...
here at the house...
i arrive around 830pm
the house is dark
the shades are open
my dads trailer is locked
the key no where to be found
grandpa doesn't move around inside the house
i'm almost afraid to knock on the door
so i opt to get my buddy's attention.
a guy 4 years older than i
his uncles passed away, and he got the house next door
remodeled it, etc...
so he had a studio he built for himself
meanwhile, rented the rest of the house
pretty low key
and living his days on the beaches of Ventura with his dog Luna.
Tony and i separated enough by the 4yrs that we didn't really know each other all that well.
but lately, we've made a solid friendship
and how is that?
by virtue of The Bicycle
he's into recumbents...
and he likes to tour
if its a bike, I dig it!
so thats the Ventura update.
the residence has an empty haunting feeling to it
i sit here in the boat, which is on a trailer
mooching off of tony's open WiFi
we sat and had a beer...
Good luck, sorry to hear about your dad.
I hear it's cats and humans are the 2 mammal bites requiring antibiotic treatment.
made it thru the night
well, I made it thru the night
my grandpa didn't find me, and pull a pistol
a night in the boat
by 8am, it was already 80F
the sun here in SoCal is crazy hot
this morning, kind of rummage thru my dad's stuff.
i scored his wedding ring!
a chunk of jade, wide, inlaid gold.
my parents divorced for at least 28yrs now
i put it on my pinkie finger
sat around and cooked breakfast for us
rummaged thru pop's trailer, and scored a can of coffee, some filters, etc...
as I'm cooking my mom calls.
"gee mom, guess what i'm wearing..."
her voice, in pause, as she braces for my direct approach...
i suppose i learned that tact from her.
really its not such a gentle manner...
"i got dad's wedding ring on."
mom: "i'll have to tell you a story about that when you get here."
as crazy as my family is
as crazy as the years have been
strange how I've come, to relish these moments
the craziness of it all
as if a huge gift
that is... a circumstance, not so mundane... i suppose a bit out of the norm
all of this, simply added experience
in my mind
out of actuarial thoughts
surely this is not all that unique
surely this is dysfunction is quite the norm
albeit each family wack in their strange and peculiar ways
today is easy
grandpa never answers his phone
i ribbed him about it as we cooked breakfast
"gee grandpa, you never answer the phone, so the only way i can talk to you is to come down."
and he smiles, with a mischievous, toothy grin
so it seems that my days here will be focused on domestics
laundry, groceries, and maybe we can go thru my dad's trailer a bit
somehow, grandpa says to me
"that guy from the Feds says to not go thru that stuff, because they want to go thru it all, looking for narcotics. Thinking something about suicide."
i have no idea what thats about.
however, the little patio, is in disarray
the snake pit of extension cords, unplugged
i want to reset a few things
and settle into a comfy, "trailer life" manner
it would be nice to plug the TV
let it run thru the regulars, as pop would
Perry Mason, Hogan's Heros, Quincy
and the likes...
I suppose JT will arrive today
grandpa says something about replacing the kitchen faucet
the list can go on for ever, if i'm not careful
not really sure to what extent I'm here for...
but for now... its simply comfort.
lord of my world
Wow, just think of the adventures you could have with the Big Dummy and that boat!