Ever feel like no matter what you do there’s something there ready to beat you down? Of course you have; we all have. Right now I’m doing my best to dig out of that feeling. My mental energy is tapped, my work energy is tapped, and my motivation to do anything is tapped. “Wow”, you say, “What the hell is so damn bad?” Well, I don’t know. Nothing out of the ordinary, that’s for sure. In fact I have quite a few reasons to be happy at the moment… Well, perhaps not right at this very moment, but I mean that in general terms. :)

This week, I’m vowing to get involved in the things I enjoy again. I want to get cracking on the website work that I have promised out. One of the larger projects is half done, but really should be done by now. The other is such an easy project, I’m ashamed it’s not done yet. The guy will pay me with a bottle of Patron!! Why can’t I get motivated!? hahahah

One thing that has been my solace through all the troubles lately (both large and small) has been my bike. :) I’m so glad I finally got it, and I’m even more glad that Heidi has been ok with me getting it. Yesterday I was out for my ride down the 83. It’s such a beautiful stretch of road, and I will get pictures up here soon. A friend of mine introduced me to that ride. It’s speeders heaven what with the sweeping turns and long straights. You can really get the bike goin out there. So… I did…

“Duuuuuude! I’ve been riding this run for over 4 years and have seen a cop maybe 3 times!” he said when I asked about the police in the area…

Yeah, so I’m powering out of a corner and the speedo reads 90ish… Then in the opposite lane what do I see? Yepper, one of Arizona’s finest. He pulls to the side of the road and flips on his light bar as I scream by — the bike has slowed itself to about 75ish by now which is still speeding unfortunately. In the rear view all I see are his lights, and then a huge cloud of smoke as his tires spit up dirt trying to gain traction to, what I assume he wants to do, turn around and throw a book at me. :) I’m not much for running from the law, and I wasn’t about to start yesterday… So I slowed to 65ish as I went around another bend. Stayed around there, the whole way home… Cop never showed. But, as I was pulling into my garage I noticed a chopper flying pretty low right over my precise location… Copper Chopper? Couldn’t tell… We’ll see what time brings us.

Lastly, here’s a shot of “little man” at Lola’s.