Four days ago, trailered moto in tow, truck loaded to the brim with every conceivable tool I owned, and at most one or two changes of clothes, I headed off for Phoenix, Arizona. I'd had about enough of peoples only concern being the heat, and I could have used a little more of their enthusiasm for the school I was heading to attend. Motorcycle Mechanic Institute. That's the name. Now, four months earlier I'd left Los Angeles with an acceptance letter and every intention of attending. So after about a complete summer tooling around various California, Oregon, Washington, and Nevada towns, riding about on borrowed time, I was finally here.
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| wyatt wearing em. |
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| the jeans I made |
The Journey:
I made a very brief stop at some places along the way, namely for a burger, some beers, hugs, and to deliver a pair of jeans I'd made as a thank you gift to my tattoo artist/former roommate/and friend. And then I was off, breaking record slow speeds and heading east down the 10 freeway. I was expecting the 110+ heat waves that the entire desert bed ahead could have dished me, but instead it laid a lovely blanket of thunderstorms overhead, and I had shade, rain, and an entertaining light show with soundtrack, of lightning and thunder the whole way. Being as tropical as it was, I kept my windows down through the rains, and hung my left hand out to catch as much as I could. I was ecstatic about this. The weather certainly made the trip more bearable and beautiful than I could have ever imagined. Desert storms are the best, (too bad they gave that cool reference to that stupid 1991 middle eastern war.) Anyway, I made it to Phoenix in the evening with the temperature still being at about 90 or so degrees. If you do not like the heat, I suggest you come visit me. 
First Week:
I had pulled into town, to the front door of a house I was going to meet with the owner about a room. He liked me, I liked him, we negotiated some terms, and the rest was history. I had a room in a house, with a pool. Who's complaining? I crashed on the floor for a few days before I could move into "my" room, which was currently being occupied. During which time, I attended events at the school for newcomers, I made a holster for my revolver (since it's carrying country), swam during the days, and hung out with the roommates and just had fun. For instance, last night me and my biker roommate Jake (the one who's moving out) rode out to a bar in Cave Creek. It is one hell of a country bar. There was a live band, and people were dancing their best country swing moves. I ordered the best damn fried chicken and mashed potatoes I'd ever had, and ordered the cheapest draft they had. I got a kick out of the ambiance of the whole place. And boy, country people sure are fine lookin.The First Weekend:
It is now my weekend before classes start on Monday. So, this being my Saturday with nothing planned, I decided to ride around in the hairdryer (code for Phoenix) checking out motorcycle shops. At a cool little custom shop across town, I ended up purchasing a new rear rotor, because the disk warpage on mine with that special scraping sound, (that I thought would go away with new brake pads), well, it was all kinda back and in full force. So? One new rotor installation coming right up.
By the time I got home, I had been riding into the sun for about 30 minutes, and I had one hell of a cherry red burn on my forehead, thanks to it. So I parked my bike in the shade, ran inside, and my clothes just had slipped off by the time I got to the pool. I laid in that pool and played my video game till I was nice and cool. A few hours and a shower have occurred by this time that I'm typing you a recent tale of the beginning of my new adventure. And I sincerely apologize for the crappy writing in any of my former stories, that seem to rear their ugly little heads when I'm typing from my iPhone on road trips, and I just spit out little crap here and there. But I swear I went back over those stories and added all the right kinda touches so that you have something more enjoyable to read. Something that'll read a little more like I put some time into telling you a story.
It's my first doggone Saturday night, and right now I'm a little stir crazy, cause I know there's a town out there, and stuff is happenin somewhere, and even though it's hotter than hell outside, I'm still taking the time to sit in this cool house (as unbearable as it is) and bring you these recent events. So go ye out now and have a wonderful evening, day, weekend, week, wherever you are, and know that I'm thinking of you and wish you were here.
Come'n visit me now, y'hear?
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| Uniformity |
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| Started drinking the hard stuff. |
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| Been goin for lots of dips lately. |
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