Some of the things I have been doing

Saturday, March 28, 2020 A little later in the day

I am so tired! Just sitting here yawning away! So tired all I can do is think about what I wanna say. There seems to be a block between what little is left of my exhausted and empty brain and my fingers.

Think I’ll go pee.

O that’s better, and I took my pants off too! (still have my skivvies on)

Yeah, I know-TMI!

So I did get the privilege to ride with the BACA guys today. What a great time! It has been too long since I have spent any time on the Parkway, way too long. But that is for the next post.

I want to go over yesterday’s ride a little more.

In one of the videos I watched they talked about how to go into and get out of curves. Basically its break in and accelerate out. We all know this. This video however, went into the anatomy of it all. And most significantly, it recommends releasing the brake and roll on the gas before the apex of the curve. And instead of just opening the gas, roll it on smoothly. Finally, continually look ahead of the curve. Point your eyes to where u want to go-not where you don't want to go. Rolling open the gas and feeling the energy surge from the rumbling cylinders to the pipes starting deep increasing in intensity and pitch until the next curve.

So I practiced all these techniques. Actually I always do the last 2. Though I found I could be smoother with the throttle.

I figured out that looking ahead and accelerating before the apex worked really well together. I got deeper into the curves and came out going them noticeably faster. There was so much more to the ride. As time goes by and it all becomes smoother and more natural, it will only be more fulfilling.

I am falling asleep right now. So good night all

olc 

Some of the things I have been doing

Saturday, March 28, 2020

Wow, a lot sure has gone on in the past few days. Corvid 19, my getting the shits at work and having to get tested. Then of course I had to “Self Isolate.” I have been using the time to get to know the bike, now none as Ginger Lover, or GL for short. I sorted some of the tools I’ll keep on it, put some different foot-pegs on, changed the spark-plugs, got some new mirrors put on. It still needs a cleaning though.

Until last Monday I was going to get some of the things to get into BACA, but the virus got in the way of that. I’ll get with Bear next week I hope. O by the way, I might be going to meet up with Bear and Rowdy for a ride today.

The VA called last night and said that I am healthy!

 BIG RELIEF!  

I guess th at means I need to go back to work. I could get used to this not working thing, I am here to tell ya’!

I have been watching a lot of videos lately, most about motorcycles and stuff. One of the weaknesses I have as a rider is going into and out of curves. What? you say, isn’t that what it is all about? Well, you would be right. But I looked at the rear tire I just replaced. The middle part was all worn away, but the sides were almost pristine. That tells me I accelerate going in a straight line, and coast through corners.

Here we go again

Feb 25, 2020

I cannot seem to hold a thought for more than a couple of seconds. Even now I forget what it was that I was trying to say.  I say that I let myself get distracted, but is that true? Or is my brain even capable of holding a thought for more than a couple of moments?

Who wants to admit that they cannot think in cohesive thoughts?  

good night.

February 24, 2020

A couple of nights ago I had an epiphany of a sort. I was working, cleaning up the meat cutting room when it came to me that I am really 59 years old and have accomplished very little in this life which I am living. I want my life to have meaning, a purpose maybe. Yet, while I am at work the most common thing I say to myself  is, “I don’t care.” There really is nothing that I am doing in my life that I care about.

I have no direction.

My place is a mess since we moved there. I have not been able to find a place to put my stuff and I have become complacent over the disarray. All of my photo gear is still packed up even though I could be doing something with it. I have all of this stuff that I could be selling on eBay or someplace. There is lots of stuff I could be trading on-line, I am just not motivated.

I even have a plan on how to do it, I just need to start doing and stop merely planning.

Here is a for instance: I have been wanting to restart this journal of thoughts for almost 2 weeks, but every time I start to work on it I let myself be distracted by the next interesting thing on YouTube.

This malaise I am describing kind of reminds me of what Dad is going through. He has a hard time initiating anything. As his dementia grows he seems less and less motivated. I personally, am struggling against that. And it is a hard, hard battle.

Road trip in August

I was all set to write something deep and profound. That’s a laugh! 

I am out here, at a place on the Blue Ridge Parkway enjoying the morning sun listening to some music and hearing the sounds of nature. Truly, I came out here to take a few pictures and try to Recenter my view. If I was a mechanical tool, I would call it realignment, A computer reboot.

I envy those who find energy in being sociable. So many people find  vitalization with interaction. I am not one of them, though sometimes I wish I was. I find people taxing. Give me the sound of the Milwaukee V-twin and wind rushing past my ears (with ear plugs, don’t you know), and a destination ahead and I feel the stress was fall off my back with the wind of the road. 

As the morning opens to a new day the sounds of life begin to filter in. Cars and bikes in the background, kids mulling and laughing, dew drops splashing against tin gutters. The sounds of of daily life fill the emptiness from an hour ago. The world is stirring to life in a slow vacation like way.

I think I’ll take a short nap now.

Olc

Why are we living like this?

I’m gonna put my self out there and ask a question. A tough question that we all need to look into. This one is to those who knew me in the bad old days. Yeah, those days when I was arrested for beating the mother of my daughter. Yeah those days when I was doing drugs that were illegal. Yeah those days when I crashed my bike going to work when I was too fucked up to do anything but do more drugs.

I have a military background. I like to wear Cami IUBs and boots. I am fascinated by all things military, guns, stealth, Patriotism.

DO YOU TRUST ME TO BUY AND CARRY A GUN OF ANY SORT?

Because I CAN! I can get a weapon, the same as the idiot in Las Vegas. Just like the stooge from Sutherland Springs, Dallas.

DO YoU TRUST A SYSTEM THAT ALLOWS SOME ONE LIKE ME to purchase guns like that?

THINK.

Please think about it.

Think hard, because our safety and the integrity of our WONDERFUL country NEED you to understand the consequences of your thought…

I am Neil M. Turner. I Lived in Atlanta, GA.

Think hard, you advocates of no kind of Gun Control.

Cargo shorts and Photog

     So, there I am in the basement working on a really cool photo project for a friend. The music is playing 3 Doors Down and I am in my really comfortable cargo Shorts. My wonderful 16 year old Runtyun comes down and just stars at me. 

     "Yes, I am listening to 3 Doors Down and in my comfy Cargo shorts." The look of horror deepens. "So, what does that make me?"

     A big sigh, "My Dad."

Makes ya' wonder.

Ash Wednesday

        The other day, Ash Wednesday to be precise, I got home from work and cooked supper for the 'rents. This is a task I enjoy, one which adds a little color to our lives. While we were eating, my wonderful Runtyun let me know that it would be OK if I went and listened to her choir sing.

        To this father of a 16 year old, this is a resounding invitation! However, in the process of cooking our fine dinner, I had enjoyed a couple of beers and was enjoying their effects. So needless to say, I was a little concerned about a couple of things, one being driving and the other was going to church slightly buzzed. Truthfully, I was thinking that it would be disrespecting the institution, but my desire to show the Runtyun my support was more important to me than any other detail.

        Now, my way of attending church is to read along with the service, and stand when I am supposed to. I am not a practising Christian, but the precepts behind, and lessons learned are indeed worth listening to, so for most of the service I let my mind wonder and observe. To be sure, the forced separation from my electronic life is refreshing.

I stepped back from myself and looked at the whole congregation from a different place than I have ever been and saw a group who was totally integrated with itself asking for their existence to be justified by their belief. I, on the other hand, accept my life for what it is. I live, therefore I am. In seeing this world from this aspect, I try and improve myself on a daily basis.

Close to the end  of the service, the lady sitting in back of me sang along with an invocation. Her voice was beautiful, I listened to her singing above the rest. When I left the building, I looked at her with a smile. I noticed she was handicapped in some way, yet her voice was so filled with love.

I don't know we're I'm going with this...Anyone out there have anything?


olc