Single-Loop on coals, Revisionary shrimp bbq styles, sunburn prevention...

Good Morning if any of this is going right.. 

Just walked back from the old Eagle Eye, Bikini Bob & Casey rolling back from some misleading sunshine on a February Saturday.  A couple draft Hamms, steady breeze all day. 

 

Emily my troubleshoot wizard corralled me through these computer gates, format and eventually dinner.

Taylor shot these photos of the chopper a while back, man do things look crazy in this context..

Photos snowballed into video and that into "why not make a few hats?"...

Years ago we would have Shrimp-A-Que Sundays.  Life happened for some people, maybe others had a burnt taste of crustacean on their palates?  But it was regular, and sure as hell would keep you regular on a Monday morning.

Maybe it'll come back.  Maybe not, but happy to throw these out there...  

    

Chopper Recipe:  As described by Taylor Brubaker..

    

Drop a bait mackerel/magneto.

Add lime, thick salt, almost discarded hot sauce strained offal chile powders, 

tequila to make the in-town passing happen naturally.

Prepare some scavengers of the deep and the not so deep, gun metal and industrial nickelplating accented by crusty chrome on the Weber.

Uncle Bob’s Magical Elixir of Life.

Yes, high heat, close to the coal.

This and more from the dregs of an odd swap meet corner stolen recycling bin.

Charred shells are edible

One Moto Show 2021 Best Chopper.
One of the most thoughtfully and well built custom bikes I have ever seen.
Clean with personality pouring over.
Read the build sheet..

Hats for Sale:  HERE!!!

Code: SHRIMPPDX for local pickup.

Allow a week or so for the one-off flap production.

"Guy banging a hammer in a dilapidated RV"

"Itinerant degenerates bleeding westward like some heliotropic plague"

Cormac McCarthy,  Blood Meridian p.83

On the trail. New Project, New hats, Soon.

It's been a really-long time since we've had a run of hats, shirts, anything.  But very soon we're throwing these out there.  Link to Haggard Store

Snow out the window

Tales from a crumpled water bottle.

Overthinking should play no role on a motorcycle trip, especially when you're past the point of no easy return.  In motion it's all split second decisions, reflex, flex & relax.  From hair dryer wind in tinderbox country to walls of  bone-chilling ocean humidity.  Sometimes ending up 30 miles in the wrong direction with dark nearing.  Side road improv campsites.  Lane split and fruitstand refreshments.

Find a rhythm and get lost in a place beyond familiarity..  you'll realize it isn't so bad.  The mind can all too often default to negativity, everything else has gone to shit, but really, maybe your head is in the wrong place.  It's easy to dig yourself a hole, each misfortune, bout with the bottle, workplace ruts.  Every destructive thought adding more fuel to the perpetual cycle.      

Life is an unfinished project; did you have other plans?

Enjoy these Taylor shots from a couple years back, Portland-Oakland-...

Modoc forest.  I remember eating saltines at some point.  This was a long day after a heavy party.  With darkness nearing we pulled off into a very silty road.  Tents popped up and passed out.

What's the Patrick's Point.  Luxurious mossy forest floors.  Skunks.  Waist height fire ring.

 Somewhere, Southern Oregon coast, most likely 40 something degrees.  Wincing into the wind.

Oh, Yea, That

It's a November Monday, generally hermit season.  Good time to get some extra hours at work, in the garage, or finish off a bottle of Tennessee whiskey.  Really though, maybe all of that.  

It seems, besides-the-obvious that things have been beginning to fray around here..  I'm not sure what the pursuit is about sometimes, these old machines or cave-people weekends out there.  The mindset is right though, escape while you can.  But with age everything gets thrown in the rock tumbler and all the old hard edges chip off revealing some sort of smoothed edges, a palatable version.

There is nothing appealing to me about a large city in 2021.  So many of us wait contemplating what to do next...

In an attempt to revive this old fashioned fervor;  I've begun to crack into years of neglected film.  Hopefully sparking something, somewhere, even if it's an "oh, yea, that".

 

HITW-10

Hope everyone is having a good Sunday night.  Fall is rolling in and so is this year's Haggard In The Woods.  The tenth installment in this journey.  9-10am meetup at Slim's in St. Johns..