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30 June 2007

orange eyes reflecting


i'm in fulton, missouri. it is raining.

thursday night i built the first campfire of this trip in kanopolis state park [check this 18.4mb avi video for the full effect]. my hissing did little to deter an audacious raccoon prospecting my backpack in the early morning darkness, orange eyes reflecting back my light. in the morning i discovered why justice had been so uncharacteristically unwieldy in corners and the gas mileage had dropped significantly; the rear tire was flat. a kmart patch and a pvc grill cover to protect my banjo from the kansan rain; i arrived in fulton, mo, friday evening. saturday morning was occupied by two hundred and seven dollars of fresh jefferson city tire and a misting rain. tomorrow i will ride the longest daily motorcycle ride of my life; seven hundred and thirty-six miles from fulton, mo, to ligoner, pa.

massive amounts of thanks to my brother in golden for letting me crash. equally massive amounts of thanks to huck in fulton for the same.

posted by paul at Sat 30 Jun 2007 at 20:55:50 EST (-05:00) | comments (1)

27 June 2007

the taste or sophistication

brad and i shared an arrogant bastard ale last night. the label on the bottle reads:

"this is an aggressive beer. you probably won't like it. it is quite doubtful that you have the taste or sophistication to be able to appreciate an ale of this quality and depth. we would suggest that you stick to safer and more familiar territory -- maybe something with a multi-million dollar ad campaign aimed at convincing you it's made in a little brewery, or one that implies that their tasteless fizzy yellow beer will give you more sex appeal. perhaps you think multi-million dollar ad campaigns make a beer taste better. perhaps you're mouthing your words as you read this."

i wasn't ready for the arrogant bastard last night. next time i'll be ready.

posted by paul at Wed 27 Jun 2007 at 11:46:06 EST (-05:00) | comments (0)

26 June 2007

put yourself out there and execute

i'm out there.

i specialize in the obtuse. i excel at it.

posted by paul at Tue 26 Jun 2007 at 18:55:30 EST (-05:00) | comments (2)

25 June 2007

of ghost rock in utah


for.great.justice is back online; ray fisher of attitude custom cycles in ely, nevada, is the destructor. while ray wasn't able to pinpoint the exact cause of the starting problem, he determined there are issues involving the carburators and the vacuum tube coming off of the fuel valve which will necessitate a thorough cleaning after i make it back to boston. disconnecting the vacuum tube allows me to start the bike and serves as a temporary fix. giant amounts of thanks to ray and attitude custom cycles for helping me out.

i'm currently in golden, colorado, hanging with my brother. i have survived the loneliest road in america.

the photo above was taken directly opposite of ghost rock in utah as the sun was setting over devil's canyon. massive. so massive.

posted by paul at Mon 25 Jun 2007 at 16:40:34 EST (-05:00) | comments (0)

22 June 2007

not yet survived


as i understand it, the loneliest road in america moniker applies only to the stretch of route 50 between fallon and ely, nevada. i have survived the loneliest road in america, but i've not yet survived route 50. this afternoon i pulled into the border inn gas station on the nevada/utah border to fill up justice before pressing on to the goblin valley state park in utah. unfortunately, justice has decided he'd like to hang here for the night. i'm hoping he's just a bit fatigued by the desert heat and will cooperate in the morning.

posted by paul at Fri 22 Jun 2007 at 23:05:19 EST (-05:00) | comments (2)

21 June 2007

the loneliest road in america

tomorrow i'll be departing san francisco for the east coast on the second continental crossing of recontrip 2007.01. i've had an incredible time hanging out in the bay area this past week. colossal amounts of thanks to ryan and michelle and mia kate and chloe for their hospitality. i'll miss them all.

i've outlined a tentative route for the return trip. i'll be riding the loneliest road in america, route 50, through nevada and into utah before jumping on i-70 to golden, colorado. from golden i'll ride northeast through nebraska and minnesota and into canada, north of lake superior. i'll loop down between lakes erie and ontario and ride down to ligonier, pennsylvania. from ligonier i'll return to boston on a standard interstate route.

"it's totally empty. there are no points of interest. we don't recommend it. we warn all motorists not to drive there unless they're confident of their survival skills." : aaa spokesperson on the 257 mile stretch of route 50 between fallon and ely, nevada : life magazine july 1986

more information about the loneliest road in america can be found through a google search.

for.great.justice is ready.

i'm a little nervous.

posted by paul at Thu 21 Jun 2007 at 00:34:42 EST (-05:00) | comments (0)

19 June 2007

a scorched earth field


i relived the heaviness of the pacific coast highway with ryan on thursday to discover a road still heavier, the nacimiento-fergusson which led us high into the mountains over the pacific through narrows and twists i'd never before. two missed collisions before we arrived at the checkpoint to the hunter liggett military base, a friendly man with a prosthetic ear wrote us a pass on pink paper and told us about his rides, and after a things to come stressed start of the magna we rode on past a scorched earth field empty but for a tank and a coyote. we were low on fuel and the magna began losing power as we turned right out of the base, the closest station eight miles away in lockwood. less than a mile later, the magna was no longer running and justice and i rode on past lockwood, relieved to find the most expensive fuel and brought back a gallon.

fresh fuel did little to revive ryan's bike and so back and forth on jolon road, five back and forths as i recall at the magna's new top speed of 45mph, to fayder's through the closed gate where a very sweet woman with two bottom teeth and her husband were not able to help us, and a pig, we left for king city and however close we were to throwing the magna over a small cliff or hiding it behind the teague avenue sign, we arrived at motel six with both bikes, departed for the grill where we found less than zero action, and returned with 748ml 2002 sutter home merlot contained in four tiny green glass bottles with twist-off caps, important; 1892ml natural ice contained in two brown glass bottles; 375ml southern comfort contained in one clear glass bottle; 946ml orange gatorade contained in one clear plastic bottle; 946ml of aquafina brand water contained in one clear plastic bottle; one turkey and swiss cheese sandwich, and one bag baked lays potato chips.

the morning after we attempted another return only to fail a few miles into bitterwater road, back to king city where ryan paid one hundred seventy-six dollars to rent a uhaul truck for the magna, up route twenty-five through windy roads and golden hills, finally to foxford in the evening.

this evening i changed the oil and spark plugs in justice in anticipation of the return continental crossing.

posted by paul at Tue 19 Jun 2007 at 03:42:09 EST (-05:00) | comments (2)

12 June 2007

to relive yesterday's heaviness


yesterday was heavier than lead.

i'm going to relive yesterday's heaviness within the week.

i'm in san francisco now and the pacific is near.

this trip first only an escape from boston has become so much more.

i will post pictures.

posted by paul at Tue 12 Jun 2007 at 03:29:31 EST (-05:00) | comments (3)

10 June 2007

settling with power

leaving diego for francisco via the pacific coast highway. heaping piles of thanks to rob and kelly for their hospitality and whiskey and cake and tritips and gangstalicious brownies. i shall not pull full collective while settling with power and listening to thuggin' love.

posted by paul at Sun 10 Jun 2007 at 12:13:42 EST (-05:00) | comments (1)

04 June 2007

i've known you from old

gonna build me log cabin
on a mountain so high
so i can see willie
as he goes passing by

oh the coo-coo, she’s a pretty bird
she wobbles as she flies
she never says coo-coo
'til the fourth day july

i’ve played cards in england
i’ve played cards in spain
i’ll bet you ten dollars
i beat you next game

jack o' diamonds, jack o' diamonds
i’ve known you from old
you’ve robbed my poor pocket
all my silver and my gold

my horses ain’t hungry
they won’t eat your hay
i’ll ride on a little further
i’ll feed ‘em on my way

: traditional appalachian lyric

“i don’t know if other people sing it the way i do or not... and i don’t care.” : clarence ashley

i've traveled over two thousand two hundred miles on my motorcycle from boston, massachusetts, to austin, texas. now it's time to move on. immense thanks to kirsten and tim for their overwhelming hospitality. i've inventively repacked my motorcycle and will be shipping my pack to san francisco to accomodate a passenger who will be joining me on the next leg of the trip from austin to san diego.

posted by paul at Mon 04 Jun 2007 at 02:33:09 EST (-05:00) | comments (2)