I don’t know why I bother…

The ride up into the hills and back and the following day’s inclement weather found me at the grocery-store magazine rack pursuing the mainline Moto-Mags, twitching with anticipation. I bought a copy of Cycle World. I know a lot of gun-folk don’t bother with the Gunny-Media periodicals anymore and rely instead on blogs and personal communications to communicate their gunsteroonie-stuffs, and the Moto-community is often likewise so-oriented. Still and even after my own participation (tester, photographer, illustrator) in the genre, I had a re-awakened hankering to read the mellifluous prosody of moto-periodical pushers.
When I last left-off the reading of such, the ones I remember liking best were Brit-moto mags; Fast-Bikes (sic) and Bike, and for the auld-pharts, The Classic MotorCycle – mainly appreciated for the complete difference in perspective and attitude compared to the US fanzines, the encyclopedic Roadracing World & Motorcycle Technology notwithstanding.
I had rubbed elbows with several US moto-scribes at a variety of events, from the Packard Children’s Hospital Corbin Ride for that I worked to develop sponsorship, to City Bike and Twistgrip “events” as it were – mainly the Suzuki Press Intro and the Laguna GP’s when I had a press-pass, and seen some others when I was competing and failing, and when I was a moto-photographer at Sears Point…
Reading the stuff again after being away and out of the biz for over ten+ years, it’s like nothing changed except ALL THE NAMES. Who are these new phenoms? The enthusiast Press is still the enthusiast press, charged with a duty to enthuse – but do I really have to join the AMA, again?

Kilt Kicker

ktkc-flyer-940x682I don’t know what’s up with gunnies and kilts, my haberdashery is not so inclined, but this confluential obsession has been going-on for several years and a number of other gunbloggers are very active in their Kilt-endeavors starting (alphabetically) with Ambulance Driver, the esteemed Borepatch, the notorious JayG, and my buddy Old NFO – So you can help too. It’s for a good cause, helping to find a cure for Prostate Cancer.

Alternatively for moto-heads wishing to pursue the worthy cause of Prostate Cancer Funding by a different mechanism, there’s this thing called The Distinguished Gentleman’s Ride – one of which is held locally. You could win lots of neat swag too including A Brand New 2014 Triumph Thruxton!

In 2013, over 11,000 participants in 145 cities around the world raised over $277,000 for prostate cancer research. In 2014, all funds raised will go to the Prostate Cancer Foundation in the UK, USA and Australia, with a relevant men’s health charity for Asia to be advised.

I was considering attending this on The Gentleman’s Express, however the truth is I am rather un-distinguished. There was a time when you might find me moustachio’d and wearing a white dinner-jacket to various theatrical and social events, but that is now long distant. Besides not having a kilt for cancer-kicking I also don’t have ANY sort of coat-and-tie – or any dress-up costume that might serve to conceal me as “Distinguished” and “Dapper” rather than emphasize my current and obvious lackluster and non-hirsute status. And I got rid of my turban years ago…
So maybe I’ll go and maybe not, but go help-out the competitors who are attracting funding for this research (above), all the cool kids are doing it.

Paleo BBQ Sauce

IMGP1700_x1000From Primal Palate the recipe book: Two shallots finely minced, three cloves garlic also finely minced and then fried till translucent in a tablespoon of coconut oil…then add the 1 tsp Cumin, 1 tsp Smoked Paprika, 1 tsp Chipotle Powder mix and 1 tsp Salt – stir for 30-seconds then add the 1 1/4 cup free-range organic Chicken Stock and 1 tsp Dijon Mustard with 1 tsp Grade-B Maple Syrup sweetener, stir-in and whisk 6 oz Tomato Paste and for acidity the juice of 1-1/2 Lime.
Bring to a light boil, reduce to simmer, and slightly cover with a lid. Simmer for 45 minutes and let cool.
This recipe brough to tyou by the awesome low-simmer that doesn’t burn:

I think I’ll go for a ride

The Gentleman’s Express needs a workout and I have a few things I need at Home Depot up in Hangtown.*

UPDATE: Gear: The old Dainese road Gore-Tex still fits except the element closing wrist-zippers are a bit gummy from disuse.
The old Spidi roadracer gloves are a bit tight and getting thin, but they have seen the Großglockner and the Stilfser Joch, so I’m keeping ‘em.
The near-new Shoei Multitech lid from my now non-rider buddy Petey also is swell and un-stankified – and quiet! But he stuck some weird Pokemon rabbit-thing sticker on the back that needs swapping-out. (Sorry!)
The new Alpinestar Scouts need some breaking-in and I need to adjust the foot-peg/shifter clearance and add some additional space for my size-12’s so I don’t get a hip-pointer every time I go to shift gears.

Besides the switch-plate covers at Homie Despot, ammo was on sale at Big-5 so I got me a box of them Federal Hydra-Shoks, and also some of the new Winchester PDX1 Defender as suits my role here at the Low Granite Outcropping.

*My wife (who wears no jewelery, ever) was invited to attend a *fun* jewelery-shopping thing with the the nice ladies of the neighborhood across the street. I was not invited to the estrogenfest but still felt the dewey drippings all around me, and I had to do something manly.

Fire Final #

Things are wrapping up and there is snow in the high Sierras. According to CalFire 97,099 acres were torched to nubbins but the conflagration is now 78% contained. 12 single residences & 68 other minor structures were destroyed and some 300 remain at risk, but not the 12,000 as previously forecast. There were 6 injuries among 6,497 fire-personnel operating 417 fire engines, 21 helicopters, and 79 dozers. All the evacuation notices have been lifted. Reportedly some 900 inmate-firefighters were involved in fighting the blaze.

Walk in the rainy meadows

We drove up int he rain to Pilot Hill and met our friend at The Hindquarter restaurant for lunch. Nobody else was there and it never opened, so we drove a few miles up to Cool and the craft brewpub – talking with the pub-staff we discovered that her (the server’s) husband had just played a gig at The Hindquarter – on its last night. They shut down last Saturday. After lunch we went back down the hill for a hike at the Cronan Ranch Trails.
Gradually the sun came out and temps shot up from the mid 60’s to the low 80’s. The dry grasses were burnt blond and still wet, and a musty smelling steam cam up from the sheaves. This dilapidated shack was a movie-set for a 2000’s era made-for-TV movie, “Love Comes Softly”. There were a couple other movies in the series.
We got down to the South Fork of the American River and skipped stones. Normally a lot of kayak-ers and river-rafters pull in here and have lunch, but it was Thursday and the river was quiet. The sky cleared and we knew that the rain must have helped the firefighters.
Some of the smaller Oak trees down by the river were thickly festooned with moss and lichen.
The walk was about a 4-mile round-trip and we saw nobody, only hoof-prints of horses and dogs and deer – and a bicycle tread. Hunting is allowed (smoothbore shotgun for deer) and there’s all kinds of tendentious wildlife besides rattlesnakes, including mountain lions, so I carried.