11.13.2016

JP7 in a Can


There are special indulgences that I allow my self to partake in whilst I am watching the odometer miles change shape in the speedodometer consol blur...that is to say, I really can not resist Starbucks mocha energy drinks, so much so, my bride will stock up on them before a family road trip. I have considered packing them out on two-wheeled road trips but they are heavy and the class construction does not lend itself to my wreck-it-Ralph tendencies...
So, the drill during gas breaks is this: lift helmet visor up, memorize pump number, enter gas station, pay, pump gas, return for change, use head (restroom)and check frig for Starbucks bottled mocha frappicino drink, hem and haw, breakdown, make purchase, slam, and allow the sugar and caffeine to guide my throttle hand...
Well, whilst stopped for gasolina in the area of the Jefferson Davis home in Biloxi, Mississippi, I went through almost the whole drill, minus the headcall, when I discovered a slightly cheaper, but super-better alternative to my usual poison:
Mexican Mocha is the shnizzle! I mean, can you not tell by the look on the Thud's face? So now I was obsessing over the Mexican Mocha every time I went into a gas station during the Northern Invasion trip. The Mexican Mocha powered me on like the magik elixir JP-7. I was disappointed to find that a gas station in Winchester Virginia did not have this special nectar, but I found an equally substitute from our friends at Rockstar Energy Drinks, called Horchata Energy. I believe that this may become the official drink of the "Road To Ruinas" tour...perhaps they will become a sponsor? I may have to order some for my own private stock...suffice to say, the horchata drink plus Cliff bar gave me and Thud the ability to reach Mach 3, thus ensuring a very expeditious cruising speed out on the State of Inter 81...
and making our final leg home most quick like! 
Christmas is coming and I will gladly accept Horchata Energy drinks in lieu of gifts. Contact for mailing address!
Adios!

11.10.2016

Down South Junkin'

Our fearless leader and ruler of hospitality, Mr. Shazbott, lead us on a grand tour of Alabama, Florida, Mississippi and Louisiana. We ssurvived logging trucks, logging cables, cold weather, shady gas stations, raccoons, armadillos, Zika flys, ants, major mechanical failure, and traffic jams...





10.11.2016

Don't Bring Stuff You Don't Need Just Because You Have Space

Don't bring stuff just because you have space...
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The whole idea of bringing stuff just because ('because' is not a reason right?)was my Achilles Heel for many years as the preceding pictures documented. I always felt as though I had to bring 'it' because I had space and the other insidious idea of, 'I-might-need-it'...I have more to say about that mindset but that will be for another post.
Eventually, I had an epiphany about packing-not sure when I saw the light, but I finally put the "Good Idea Fairy" to death. So for the last few trips, to include an up and coming road trip, my venerable ruck pack has become my all-purpose, go-to pack for daily commuting and major all-inclusive jaunts...

10.03.2016

Ooops!

The purpose of a, 'shake-down-ride', is just that-ensure that every bolt, nut, wire-harness, gizmo and gizmachi is tightened, plugged-in, tied-down, et cetra!One could also argue, with certain validity, that one should be in the proper frame-of-mind before attempting any task so as to not 'forget' that critical 'something'. Exhibit 1 in my case would be this:P/N 4197 (Bolt) minus P/N 7862 (Acorn Nut).
You can see what I discovered after a so called, 'shake-down-ride', whilst waiting for the garage door to go up...

I did not pull the bolt out for the picture-the bolt was almost all the way out! Thud is quite the train wreck!