Anxiously awaiting a journey that has for so long been so far away. It creeps now closer, but it sems to be on a treadmill teasing us with its promise of freedom. The illusive "it" throws blocks of holiday chaos, closures, and expenses. It teases us with romantic daydreams of love longed for yet just out of reach. Love and movement blocked by the handcuffs of time and commitment to something invisible. This invisible pull is the unnamed riddle that shows itself as a blurry black and white picture waiting to be colored by experience. Let us not be fooled by nievity of the hardships to come. Let us not be distracted by our excitement or the impatience of the tedious details. This trip is to explore the relaxation and adventure of our spirit unwrapped-- may it start now.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
|one lunch box, and a one gallon jerry can|
Ever since we decided to take this trip our friends have all been there for anything we have needed . Our machines seem old , worn , and hopeless . But the crew has been there to help us cheaply get it together .
This is mikey barillaro late in the eve at the Barillaro speed emporium working on welding up my luggage rack . We cut up an old gate that a customer had lying behind his barn and reused the metal tubing to build this monstrosity . It looks as if you could probably tote a whole Guatemalan family on this thing . We may have to cut it down a bit .
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
The current status:
T-minus: 18 days!!
Its snowing., 12 degrees (3 pm).
Still no parts. Have beer and too many friends to count. projects, secret missions, and a to-do list the size of my leg. This way and that, Christmas fast approaching. Mike will be heading out of town to the great white north to check the incoming weather for our January 2nd departure. Please Santa, send scarves, socks and money.
Step 1: Tear down.
Step 2: Drink beer
Step 3: Assess... Both blown up, Mike's especially.
Step 4 order parts, wait.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
I made it home but thats when the problems began .
I was chasing my tail with a bunch of different mechanical thoughts on what my engine miss was . It would fall on it's face in the midrange and could barely get out of it's own way . terrible gas mileage and back firing like crazy . I changed , repaired , and adjusted everything i could possibly think to do . And everytime i thought i had it , i didn't .
I had to be back to work so i set off back to tenn. with a terrible running machine . I took two days but 1600 miles later i made it home and parked the bike . and does what every good mechanic does when they can't figure out the problem ....... let it sit for a couple of months!
1 it's light
2 it has no computer systems
3 good gas mileage
4 it"s a honda
5 It was FREE
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
The Mamma Canyon, she's got soul. She's sassy, but with proper respect she takes gentle care of you. From the shade of a single juniper tree amidst a mirage of superheated landscape to the cloud that shades your steps, a single spring trickle to a gushing waterfall from an unknown source, a water puddle amidst complete dryness to a hidden garden grotto full of darting hummingbirds and blooming flowers--she gives love to those who choose to know her and brings out the best in those who step to the challenge of self.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Inching closer and closer with every concious and unconcious decision to keep life simple, an idea is born of daydreams from time passed and a yearning for adventures unknown. Life spins and wheelies in chaotically ordered spirals of syncronicities and speed bumps, leaving walls of frustration to those who refuse to turn their sails to the wind that washes over the ridgid. How much smoother is life when nothing burdens the shoulders that are already laden with the effort of dropping off the constant onslaught of everyday madness. Stick your nose to the grindstone to get your momentum, but don't forget to look up and lift off. Efficency, power, and wisdom is uncovered by the whittling of all the unwanted. Tune your machine, your body and your mind. Leave room for magic and it will be yours.
Meet the Machines
1974 Honda XL 350
1974 Honda XL 250