Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Things change

1941 Chevrolet Pickup, John Deere Style
1948 Buick Super
Chevrolet Suburban ? with some sweet ass vertical doors

Sunday, August 27, 2006

Overdose of Bikes

Because the Sturgis 2006 pictures are finally online. Find them here. I borrowed these from there.


Time For Me To Ride - Toby Keith

Ain't got no tricks left up my sleeve
Ain't got no reason to believe
Yeah I been lookin' for a sign
Love shouldn't be so hard to find
I've been sleepin' on your couch
Just been layin' here alone
I been doin' without oh you've been doin' me wrong
Nothing left here to decide
Think it's time for me to ride

Put my back out on the highway
Feel that wind all in my face
Breathe some air that tastes like freedom
Yeah let that be my saving grace
Somebody loved, somebody lied
I believe it's time for me to ride

Should've known right from the start
I couldn't tame your faithless heart
I could see the writing on the wall
Never been the kind to crawl
Girl you're never satisfied
I believe it's time for me to ride

Put my back out on the highway
Feel that wind all in my face
Breathe some air that tastes like freedom
Yeah let that be my saving grace
Somebody loved, somebody lied
I believe it's time for me to ride

Put my back out on the highway
Feel that wind all in my face
Breathe some air that tastes like freedom
Yeah let that be my saving grace
Somebody loved, somebody lied
I believe it's time for me to ride

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

The land of Confusion

This post is dedicated to a blogger friend of mine, who seems to be down on his luck. The best kind of advice I can give you, is get away from whatever is bothering you at the moment. And then talk to someone who's been through the same thing. As you can see my best way to get away from stuff is a nice ride, now I don't know if you have a bike, but I know you have a car, and drive, at least, to get away. And maybe listen to music. That always calms me. A couple songs I recommend (obviously don't have to take my advice), Land of Confusion by Disturbed, Original Fire by Audioslave and Thousand Miles (not quite sure of this song title) by Dwight Yoakam.
I know you always have to come back after getting away, but sometimes a little away time helps. Hope you figure it out soon.


Wednesday, August 02, 2006