Sunday, September 30, 2018

Light roast & milk glass mugs..

It's strange how quick the world can shift, considerable mixed feelings about even documenting life.  Redundant screen burn, a connection, a hand, distraction.  Looking into cars as drivers look into their tiny computer.  Walk across the street without looking.  Buy organic but drink heavily.  Complain about consuming the world's natural resources but start a family.  I remember inspiration, but exist in a shit-hole loop, a city expanding while being consumed.  Staring at the wall today I thought of fresh snow; silence, and the smell of evergreen trees.   Maybe in the end we're all seeking nothing, an activity, movement pure and immersive.  So we work toward freedom, keep these machines running, stay healthy enough to enjoy what you can.  If that fails; make some coffee and find some fresh socks.

Murderer's Creek cabin (A testament to the joys of propane appliances)

The beginning of "I wouldn't go down that road."

Eventually his tire had other ideas...

Why not..?

Tuesday, July 17, 2018

HITW-7 Blo-Blow-Blowout Creek!!!

It's that time of year..
Haggard season, the jangling bells of bliss, sock wringing whirl.
See you at Carver Hangar around 10am

Saturday, January 13, 2018

Mattress Grooming

There's a joy in pushing friction, getting loose, watching friends slide out.. Even if it's in a low speed oval.  Think about nothing for half a dozen circle laps, talk about going in a circle in a circle, even your beer can has a circle top.  Potato salad, picnic table.  Imagine if we were amateur wrestlers, glitter trash in the Elks Lodge.

Otto's was a great summer morning.

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Hot days, Tunnel tube.

Here's a few pics from an oppressively hot afternoon blasting through the Columbia Gorge.  One of my favorite routes.  

Monday, October 9, 2017

HITW-6 Farm Field Fry

Hot old film, sand scratches and dog hair..  

Degradation of chronological order, but fairly accurate.  Summer was winding down but the heat was not.  Taylor and Marcus were already out there the day prior, everywhere; on a DynaEnduro marathon.  No shortage of inflatable devices.   

Late to my own thing and we had nowhere to camp.  11am tequila pacing, early birds already buzzing on barstools; others out in the gravel lot leaning where the leaning was good.  No stress in the air..  A lightbulb went off in Tyler's head and within minutes secured us the heat farm.  Stragglers and refuelers rolled up, hot oil mixed with the rich scent of exhaust as bikes started.  Down Willamette, over the St. John's bridge, an oscillating pack of noise down highway 30.  Pristine curves and varied riding styles on their way to the annual campout... and so it went.

Sunday, September 10, 2017

Shirt Sale!!

Shirts for sale HERE Haggard Souvenirs Store...  Very limited run of stuff; pre-order by Sept 15th..  Each shirt will be printed for you in Portland, Oregon.