And whelp, we did it again. The originals. Long story short, I ended up being in Los Angeles this time picking up my truck from a Toyota dealership where I left it with a blown head gasket, back in December. But I had to had to take it back twice in February because they hadn't fixed it right. While I was in Los Angeles some friends had let me in on a little reunion scheduled the first weekend in March for the original Babes in Borrego attendees, and so I decided to extend my trip just to attend. Cause really when was I ever going to turn down an opportunity to get dirty and dusty and tear up some desert ground? After, I got the truck back and it was working great, I headed to northern California for a few days, hung out with my parents, had beers and bonfires with friends, installed a roof rack on my truck, threw a road side coffee table inside the shell, and drove out to the desert for a party! Yeah, I know, I drove, what the fuck is that all about? Well, usually I don't go to a bike party if I don't ride my own bike. But this time, it was something a little different, a reunion of sorts, a gathering of originals to relive the past. It was great. Mini bikes, sitting round a giant bonfire, playing guitar drunkenly, dancing, singing, laughing, playing games, telling stories, making new stories, and reliving and remaking the energy that brought us all together in the beginning.
So heres the next part to this California trip. The bitter sweet side to being someone with a very busy mind, a busy soul, and too many things to sit on one plate without medication...this is what I call the dump.
So heres the next part to this California trip. The bitter sweet side to being someone with a very busy mind, a busy soul, and too many things to sit on one plate without medication...this is what I call the dump.
I've been missing my bike terribly as I had to leave it back in Brooklyn, while I flew back to California to get my truck. The weather on the east coast had me shoveling snow the day before I flew out, and the weather on the west coast had me buying surf shorts and thinking about living life on a beach in the sun on a tropical island. But mainly a lot of things have been swirling around my little world of mental noise lately. I'm really distracted with all the directions I want my life to shoot, things I still want to accomplish, and guess that means I'm feeling a little unsettled, and a little out of sorts about it all, because I seem to find myself in the same place every 2 years. And well as a friend so kindly reminded me last night, that it's not something to be down about, it just means that I'm evolving. So basically I evolve every 2 years, and take off on another route, direction, adventure of learning. And along with all that is a bit of uncertainty, feeling ungrounded, and somewhat frustrated. But my friends words were wonderful to hear, and a sweet reminder that I'm still great, and just becoming more of myself and the things I want and am pursing in life. But while we're here, allow me unload some of that mental noise on you now: I'd love to launch a model of my jeans; I'd love to have customers lining up for my custom tooled leather products; I'd love to be making music again; I'd love to be digging a pool in the desert; I'd love to be riding my bike to new places in pursuit of my perfect most happiest place in the world; I'd love to be building beautiful things for people; I'd love to join SASS and start the shooting circuit; I miss my cat with 3 teeth, and I feel like an ass for always leaving him behind. Most of all I feel like a lost soul (evolving). And I need to listen to my needs, and follow my dreams, my instincts are trying to guide me. So here I am with all these random skill sets, and dreams that I have, you may or may not find me retiring it up in Slab City. #ramblingsofalostsoul
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