Who doesn't like bewbies and kittens? Nobody I want to know, that's for sure.
PS. Happy Saint Patrick's Day. Now go get drunk.
stuff I remembered long enough to write down
Who doesn't like bewbies and kittens? Nobody I want to know, that's for sure.
PS. Happy Saint Patrick's Day. Now go get drunk.



KATU-TV (story): http://www.katu.com/news/local/59789107.html
KATU-TV (witness report): http://www.katu.com/news/local/59798742.html (click the video icon below the picture)
The KATU witness link above has helicopter footage and the WhoWhatWhenWhere info. I was about 2 miles back in the reported seven mile backup. After 20 minutes or so with my feet down in the left lane I worked my way across to the right shoulder (would have been impossible in a car) and put the sidestand down. I sat there watching traffic creep slowly along (not really moving, just getting the bumpers closer together as the pack contracted from the front to the back) for an hour. The truck I had been behind before I pulled out was clearly visible for the first 45 minutes. Then a bigger truck got in the way. If not, the first one would never have been out of sight. looking south (left) and looking north (right) about 5.30pm - these vehicles have not moved in at least 15 minutes
After the first 20 minutes a lady named Fay (the topcase said "Steve & Fay" on it - she didn't look like a Steve) went by on a Goldwing trike and said she had heard on the CB that it was a bunch of bikes down just before the next exit. Twenty minutes or so later a guy I had passed several hours before went by on the shoulder on a heavily modded ratbike (fiberglass rear fender broken off halfway up to accommodate the oversized rear tire) and asked if I needed help...the BrotherSpeed patch on his jacket didn't mean anything until I saw the TV report later in the motel. Then I recalled that the guy with the super high apehangers I talked to at my gas stop in Eugene had had the patch as well and he'd said he and "a bunch of us" were on their way from the Medford area to Portland for "a function." Knowing a little about outlaw culture, the flat way he said it could have meant "we're gonna set some guy on fire because he looked at Jerry's sister" or "a party to which you are not invited" - really could go either way.
In fact, an SUVist jammed on the brakes and the tightly grouped bikers behind (him?/her?) dominoed all over the road. Following too close was probably a factor. This is supposition on my part, but outlaws in formation frequently do it to intimidate cagers out of the way - the "footprint" of a tight-packed group is as big as a semi truck, and automobilists - especially SUVists - are also frequently guilty of using their greater mass as a tool to intimidate drivers in smaller vehicles. It's apparently common enough amongst Oregonians in general that there are signs about following distance all over the place. Just a thought.
Not how I intended to spend my day. I was thinkin' maybe I'd blow through Portland, get some gas on the Washington side (where one can roll up, pump some gas and roll on without waiting for one of the extras from Deliverance to hand over the nozzle and push the button - I still don't know if the no-self-serve rule is because Oregon wants to provide jobs for as many people as possible or if it's because the average Oregonian is too dim to pump their own gas without spraying half of it all over Dear Mother Earth) and stop at Comet's for the night. Instead I got off the freeway ASAP and circled back to the previous exit where I had seen a cluster of motels and a Denny's (Woodburn, OR), took a really long shower and went to bed.
This is why I don't like to ride in groups.
US version("But I didn't bother to look for...er, I mean I didn't see him, officer."):
Remember, it's a real dick move to kill somebody - even if you didn't really mean to.
Be careful, it's dumb out there.
Richard Thompson - 1952 Vincent Black Lightning
Lyrics:
Oh, says Red Molly to James "That's a fine motorbike.
A girl could feel special on any such like."
Says James to Red Molly "My hat's off to you It's a
Vincent Black Lightning, 1952. And I've seen you at the
corners and cafes it seems, red hair and black leather,
my favourite colour scheme." And he pulled her on behind
and down to Boxhill they did ride.
Oh, says James to Red Molly, "Here's a ring for your right hand,
but I'll tell you in earnest I'm a dangerous man. For I've fought
with the law since I was seventeen, I robbed many a man to get
my Vincent machine. Now I'm 21 years, I might make 22 And I
don't mind dying, but for the love of you. And if fate should break
my stride, then I'll give you my Vincent to ride."
"Come down, come down, Red Molly," called Sergeant McRae.
"For they've taken young James Adie for armed robbery. Shotgun
blast hit his chest, left nothing inside. Oh come down, Red Molly to
his dying bedside."
When she came to the hospital, there wasn't much left He was running
out of road, he was running out of breath.
But he smiled to see her cry, he said "I'll give you my Vincent to ride."
Says James "In my opinion, there's nothing in this world Beats a 52 Vincent and a red headed girl.
Now Nortons and Indians and Greeves won't do, Ah, they don't have a soul like a Vincent 52."
Oh he reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys,
said "I've got no further use for these. I see angels on Ariels in leather and chrome, swooping down from heaven to carry me home."
And he gave her one last kiss and died. And he gave her his Vincent to ride.
Best fucking motorcycle song ever. No contest.
Chokes me up every time I hear it, and this is a particularly good performance.
It has come to my attention via an email from Paul at The Kneeslider (always available from the sidebar at right) that we have reason to celebrate. Something new and strange and wonderful has been growing in secret in Alabama for a year and its name is Motus.
has partnered with medical equipment mogul Lee Conn to bring us an American made V4. No, it's not gonna be a ten foot long chrome trailer queen or a peaky, high-strung $40K track bike. It's to be a purpose built, from-scratch Sport Tourer, light, agile, comfortable and with plenty of range. And aimed squarely at the FJR1300/R1200R/ST1300 market. "Case said no United States motorcycle company produces the niche market bike where base models sell in the $15,000-$20,000 range" (from the Birmingham Business Journal article linked below).I will wait, as I must, but not happily and not without butterflies (mmm...butter) for pictures and testing and information as it appears, but I've read Brian's articles and comments for a few years and he seems a sharp fella and if he says he's gonna make “a next-generation American V4 face-melter” that's got all-day (or even most-of-the-day) comfort and appreciable distance between fill-ups I believe him. I'm pretty sure he's making exactly what I want.
Motus Article on The Kneeslider
"Recession is prime time for Motus, a local R&D company" -Birmingham Business Journal, 27 Feb. 2009

R.I.P. Hub
Freddie Hubbard (1938-2008)
3 tracks; total time 12:42
Frederick Dewayne Hubbard has left the building. Hub died today at Sherman Oaks Hospital in California of complications from a heart attack in late November.
Freddie was always my favorite. Even more than Dizzy. He had a sonic grace that shone through whether the track was pushing the ragged edge of post-bop or a smooth and seamless ballad. I miss him already.
Here are some links.
Biographies:
Videos & Music:
May Annual Gift Man supply you all with many toys.
It's a freakin' winter wonderland out there. With some (for Seattle) serious accumulation and more falling every minute (for 30-odd hours now). It's not quite the worst since I became a year-round-rider, but it's right up there. Pretty, though.
I was unable to ride, but that doesn't mean my bike has to go to waste. I built a SnowBiker to keep my saddle "warm" until the weather turns less Yukon-y.
I should have made him bigger, but it was 23F outside and the snow packed about as easily as sand. No matter, he's been absorbed by the surrounding snow already (took less than a day).
In other news: I was out on the deck about 2 this morning and I got to see an example of the Xmas spirit in action. There was a fella running down the sidewalk, and something told me to watch him. He slowed to a walk as he came abreast of my building and then, after looking both ways, crossed the street at a sedate pace, then burst into a run for maybe twenty feet after reaching the opposite side. As he then sauntered nonchalantly along the fence around the Yule-tree vendor in the parking lot I reached for my camera, sensing good video in the making. I wasn't quick enough. By the time I had the camera powered up and aimed he was half a block away at a dead run with a 6-foot Douglas Fir under his arm. Approximately 90 seconds after he disappeared up a side street two police cars cruised by. Blind luck, or a meticulously planned extralegal covert operation?
Yes, part 3. It's the one I finished first.
US12 across Idaho on a sunny September afternoon. It was a long awaited and much needed day with no particular place I needed be and no particular time I needed to be there. This is from 5:40 to 6:00p on a Thursday, but just the photogenic bits.
"Destinations are for people who don't really like to travel."