Seattle bye Ta-Ta

I haven't spent as much time in Seattle as I did this past week. Blakers and I went to see her twin sister and help celebrate her sons 1st birthday. This time around I found myself really liking the Seattle area and pondering if I could ever live there, if'n we upped and moved. I think I could. Why not? You are surrounded by mountains and lakes, it's ideal for motorcycle trips, Canada (America's hat) is near by (you gotta keep your enemies close), and there's plenty of people to scoff at.

Upon arrival we are stunned to see MetaKa had cut her hair. The shortest she has ever cut it. She looked great, but I fear this is a gateway hair cut to the Mom style dike cut/ brainiac dome fro's.

Portlandia's own Rita-b came up and visited us for one sweet day. It was a great surprise and awesome to see her. On a separate day, careblair and I zipped around on his scooter. I felt corny.

On Vashon Island, we visited on of MetaKa's dear friend. These pic's are of the house that she built. She's an amazing person that is more motivated and self propelled then any person I've met.

Funky fresh dressed to impress, ready to party

Mossy trees at Seward Park. Oh, and the sun.

Art.

So, I was super excited to find that while I was in Seattle one of my favorite bands, The Church, were going to be playing. The tour was called "Future, Past, Perfect", and it consisted of them playing three albums in their entirety. The shows on this tour were lasting anywhere from 3 1/2 to 4 hours long. Pure heaven for me, until I went to the show. I was a left distracted by their terrible projections that seemed to be controlled by an autistic 10 year old. By the time they got around to playing the "Starfish" album, the guys looked ready for a sobering shower and a nightcap. Rock stamina ain't what it used to be.

Mt. Rainer only a block from the house. Amazing

Little man opening gifts on his 1st birthday.

 A proud family 

 MetaKa happier then I have seen her in a long time. So happy.

Auntie Blakers

Long time coming

Borrowed a garage for a couple weeks. Moto-entropy has been catching up with me so I am holed up in a condemned garage with little light and surprisingly little room because every few feet there's a ceiling leak from the pools of rainwater that have collected on the roof and are seeping in. It's a lot of water. Two of the ceiling rafters have buckled under the weight and are being held up with makeshift stilts … and to think of all those suburban garages crammed full of canned foods from Costco, Christmas decorations, and bikes that never see the light of day. There's no justice in this world.

From the top: carb cleaning and syncing, new steering stem bearings, new plugs, oil filter and change, new choke cable, new clutch cable, brake overhaul, dashboard lights, radiator flush, and finally: new-old fairings. Got a short list of other things I'd like to get done but it'll have to wait. Need to get the bike back to life for a trip in a few weeks.

Here's a few pics of the process.

Photobooth rewind

Been thinking about posting these for a while. They are classic and they show the age real well. I hope I put the one of sleazy b in here. It is epic. Maggotbrain.... you know who you are. metal murray, classic space/arcade dude. cw- what can I say? A boy forever. Victro... not sure if this is when the Bells palsy was kicking in or not? me,Cf, feendo and snads is great. But the sexiest picture on our fridge is by far the TARR/Black. Miss you all everyday.

Bad tan lines

I love this photo. Pretty sure this was Nebraska. Or was it Missouri? Summer of 2000 we rode bicycles from Vancouver to Greensboro with a great crew—including PhePhe here. Rain and snow in BC, hail in Montana, retirement party in Nebraska, catfish in a tree in IL, spank the baby in MO, party in Louisville, Hazard county, felt downhill all the way from Boone to the triad. Ready to repeat.

Lone Pine 2010

So this here is my first post to Epic Vistas. Yesterday I found out that Newsom is buying a new motorcycle. I am incredibly excited for him. Earlier he posted about our epic week long, thousand mile Eastern Sierras trip. I'm gonna append his original post with a few more pics.

Day three. We managed to escape night two in a frozen alpine meadow somewhere in Sequoia National Forest, where we had slept in a small cave and kept a fire going all night so we wouldn't die. Eventually we headed up highway 395 towards Bishop. Our goal in Bishop was the famed Bristlecone Pine forest. It was obviously awesome. But before we made it there, we were faced with the ever present problem of miles versus daylight, and we begrudgingly decided to make camp in a totally random spot off the highway, just west of a nowhere town called Lone Pine. Talk about luck. The spot we happened to find that evening stands out in my mind as one the highlights of that trip. It was just too perfect. I finally found it on google maps satellite view, and it's so much bigger than we discovered it to be that night. I can't wait to go back there and climb around again, and camp for a few nights this time.

Hanging Rock in 4 hrs

This past Sunday, Darnel and I took a short little trip to Hanging Rock. Feeling cooped up, we had to get out and run around a mountain. Weather was brisk, but clear. In total we did about 125 miles and were out for about 4 hours. Pretty rad. Aud's, you gotta get a bike.

 Puff Puff Give. Inhaling the Worlds Waste.

Scrambling up a crag

 

Crystal clear

Darnel getting aggro on the overhangs

January 21st.

On this day 400 years ago, these four bands played our living room. I know it was such a long time ago because Rights Reserved was still a band. I might have been the only person to like EDDY. Emo perfection.

Hopefully in the future Maggotbrain can help put together a whole Stewface post because they so totally deserve it. But, they rip as well.

I guaran-damn-tee ya that the canned food collected went to the house.