Haggard in the Woods 12!! Prineville edition.

Hello all! 

It's that time of year, Haggard season.  

All of this is important info, so be sure to read:

             -End location has changed!  

Not headed to Maupin area due to fire bans.

-Meetup at Carver Hangar.  

       Friday Sept. 29th 9-10am.  

             Pushing for a 10:30 ride out..  

-We're now headed toward Prineville and then south on Hwy 27 aka Crooked River Hwy..  

    -Ideally camping at or reasonably near Poison Butte Campground. 

    -GPS:  44°07'14.3"N 120°47'54.2"W

    -Watch for a bright yellow "Haggard Family Reunion" sign & possibly a scarecrow man.

    

Route Map Links: 

Blast it out Route 

The Scenic Route

Couple notes:  

**Gonna be damn near freezing at night.  If anyone is trucking or vanning out please contact me and pick up whatever firewood you can handle.  

***Generally everyone knows the drill by now, but if you're new and feel the need to show up and burn all our wood or brandish guns like a jackass; then consider staying home or getting 86'd..  Also no kids, no shitty dogs.

Chef on a Boat. HITW 11. Coastal Edition.

Last year toward the coast was nothing short of absurd.  Would you do it again, were you there?  This year we're planning on the same spot.  

Couple points I'll note for ease:

-Some of us will be headed out early to hold camp down.  If interested contact me by 9/14

-Loose "Official Ride" or whatever you'd call it starts Friday, 9/16.  10am at Trails End Saloon (details below). 

-As usual, if you or a friend are bringing a truck or van please bring firewood, beer, ice, trash-bags, ect.. 

-If it's an absolute shitshow monsoon forecasted I have a backup plan and we'll be heading eastward.

Ride map here: LINK

 

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..

 

Get your oldies here

 

Rather Knot

    Choppers, Customs, so called freedom machines, 0-400 mile a year rattle-trap piles, stand in the garage and tinker anchors, a monument to drink beside... The list goes on, and I go on.  Of course the generalizations are exclusionary, sometimes these little monuments run the run, do the thing, go.  But mostly I see a culture (if you could call it that) of jump to conclusion caricatures.  Bearded wipe me down Mann pants, speculative carb talk, hoard pile, pile-ons.  Erector set visionaries.   

    These days I'd rather tie the 15 foot boat up to a pylon and shut it down.  A slow current, full cooler and a place far away.  On the right day, in the right place it can be other-worldly, on a good lake crappie.  Instant trip to somewhere beyond the city.  There's an modern addiction to checking in:  The emphasis should be checking out, reset.  

    When the tie up spot gets old, collect the loose items and fire up old Mark 58.   Four cylinders at 44 cu.in. of restless wind-me-up,  or could be foul me out (depending on the day & temperament).  Thick sloshing hi-octane 2-stroke mix, pressure pumped into ancient Tilloston butterfly carbs.  At trolling speed you get anxious, can almost see the plugs turning wet and black.  Push the lever forward toward peak RPM and you reach a harmonious drone too loud to talk over.  A great thing these days.

     Beyond romanticized water outings I've been finishing up a lightweight minimal bike.  1973 Cycleology Single loop frame, with a full Basiley built 1973 shovel-coner.  Odd items like a 4qt. fiberglass oil tank, 11" 4-pot disc brake, SU carb.  Various one-off machined bits from Jim, Casey and Kelly.  Ceramic coated exhaust, too many paint layers on the frame (ready to chip!)  

    Maybe I'll get out and put 4 to 67 miles on it this year, really scrape those side danglers..!

Few highly fluorescent shots for now from Taylor...

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Coots and select offspring

Haggard in the what... Sea level rising

-Haggard in the Woods Bay IX

-Anti-social reunion.  

-August 14-16.

-Meet at Portway Tavern 9-10am.

-Map:  Ride-Map Long way

Light at the end of a funnel

HITW-8 Starts Friday

 Is it a thing, where is it?  Have I created my own cage?  How about a cage match..?

Short of a rant I invite you, our decent and sometimes indecent friends to year 8..

HITW-8

One year ago this time, on a planet resembling our very own we experienced the 'healing power' of Haggard in the Woods.  Mentioned by nobody as "one of America's premier religious experiences."  The enlightening sting of cool mountain stream water & the crisp crack of a cold beer.  Each week we let schedules define our whereabouts, single-filing around town, climbing a ladder, stuck in a chair.  I invite you to take formation and join in this ride, this reunion.  I will give you time to prepare, but rest assured, it is soon..

We are on the cusp of year 8...

Inbred Jed

Extra Layers

90 degrees in the city, 40 at the coast..  Learned that lesson.

Brubaker Photo Zone

Origins of dust