Why Does My Butt Feel Like I Am Dragging Around a Train Filled with Circus Elephants?

Fitness Update-1

I surely did not notice how gargantuan my back side has grown while sitting on the couch over the last few years.  Once I started exercising this week, I quickly noticed that my butt has laid the world’s largest anchor and wherever I go, it drags around behind me displacing anything in its path.  Seriously, I can feel its mass holding be back while I endeavor to propel myself forward.  It’s like my butt knows that with every step, its rotund form will reduce, along with its menacing supremacy.  The influence of the ass does not stop there; it has also formulated a highly turbulent odorous gas, that has increased in secretion since I began to eat healthier and workout.  The whiffs of gaseous toxic vapor are meant to be a surprise occurrence, and normally hit during a pre-training stretch.  These surprise fume attacks are devastating in nature and can often render one lifeless as they lose consciousness from the lack of breathable air.  My body is doing all that it can to stop this healthy life style before it begins, but with fortitude and vigor, I must press on. 

Along with toxic flatulence and cellulite infested anchors, a general pain has festered within my body.  My feet hurt from having to carry an over laden physique.  My muscles twitch and cramp from anxiety and over use and my fat just kind of jingles with glee as it sits there, along for the ride.  Dam you Isaac Newton and your First Law of Motion (Objects in motion tend to stay in motion. Objects at rest tend to stay at rest), its science working against me. 


My Thought Process on Finding a Long Term Goal

As you reflect upon the memories of yesterday’s triumphs, do you find that these achievements were meticulously planned or spontaneous in nature?  This is a question, that I have been contemplating for some time.  I do not think that a miraculous achievement must be a result of a long-term strategical plan but will venture to say that most self-fulfilled triumphs fall under this category.   An accomplished goal, by its very nature is motivated by a sense of purpose and is powered by conviction and effort.  These fundamental forces formulate a pathway that leads to a successful fulfillment of the ultimate objective.

Less frequent in nature, an achievement may be rendered with little planning and even less strategizing.  Often these acts are based less on internal fortitude but have more to do with impulsive action that leads to heroic pivotal acts that become something more than intended.  These accomplishments may be short sighted in planning but may have profound affects that permeate through history.

This leads to a question that has been perplexing me for some time; is a pre-planned execution of a long-term objective more worthy then a spur-of-the-moment valiant act?  Both are worthy and have their own merits.  Given that I never worked a long-term goal through resolution, I have no authority to even attempt to originate a response.

I reflect on my life lived and find that there have been no real long-term goals achieved by me.  Now this may sound self-loathing in nature but that is not the case.  I have accomplished a ton and proud to be the person I am, but all I have done was accomplished with little to no long-term plan or objective in mind.  I always lived the way I did mostly because I thought it was right thing to be doing at the time.  My life has been filled with adventure, hard work and smiles and for that I am thankful.  Today, I find myself at a cross roads.  I am not yet dead but not fully awake.  I find that I am drifting, but really going nowhere quick.

This has been a long time in the making but I believe that a paradigm shift is needed and now is the time to make it happen. There is a goal I would like to plan on achieving and have a suspicious feeling that if I don’t act now, it soon will be too late.  I would like to complete a marathon.

At age 47, my health has been depleted by lack of exercise, stress and an inherent love of sugar, carbohydrates and red meat.  I resemble a jelly doughnut with pudgy legs and a triple chin.  My respiratory system is overwhelmed by the most minimal of activities.  So, I can truthfully say, that I do not know if this is a realistic goal and having this aim, may not be the best way to start my new “Goal Oriented Life Style”.

So, I guess, I will break down my goal into 3 separate distinct parts:

  • First Run a 5K
  • Second Run/walk a 10K (Run is preferred)
  • Third Run/Walk/Roll in a Marathon (Run is preferred)

My body hurts now walking up the stairs, so I needed to be realistic.  I literally do not know what abuse my body can take.  So, all goals must be realistic, hence the reason why I added walking to the 10K and Walking and Rolling (bike or wheel chair) to the Marathon.  By adding some flexibility to the goal, it provides an uplift that the goal can be achieved in the form of hope.

So, this old Motorcycle Blog, just turned into a Motorcycle/FAT Man Going to Wreck Himself Running a Marathon Blog.  If nothing else, it just may be entertaining.  I will be brutality honest in my posts while highlighting future victories and failures.  The goal will be to at least post once a week which will serve as a self-journal and exploration into the art of pain and failure.  Let the hurt commence.

Im slow

 

30 Minutes on the Treadmill walking this morning, its a good start for a 259 pound couch potato world champion.


Donkey Shenanigans

Two last photos from Custer State Park. We found these beasts along the Wild Life Loop. They were a little less intimidating then the bisons.

She wanted a ride but did not have a helmet

This donkey was named “Death Stalker”


Early June in Sturgis, South Dakota

I had plans to go to Sturgis Motorcycle Rally in Early August this year with a few friends of mine. Back in December, I paid in full for a reservation where I was going to camp in a tent for 5 days at “Camp Rush No More” which is located just South of the Town of Sturgis. Then the Covid- 19 Pandemic hit with the fury of the titans of old. There were a ton of questions regarding if the Rally was even going to take place. I decided that it was not worth going given the large crowds associated with the event and decided to move my reservation to early June. My friends kept their original reservations which is great, I respect their decision and hope they have a great time. My 15-year-old son often rides with me, and we have done a few motorcycling camping trips in the past. Given his school ended early this year, he decided he wanted to head up to Sturgis for a few days’ worth of riding and camping along with me.

The good folks at Camp Rush No More let me transfer my payment for the Rally for a few Nights in one of their Cabins. Let me just say, that if you want a clean, fun, visually pleasing and inexpensive camping experience then check out this Camp and RV Park. Its strategically placed in some of the best riding the country has to offer. There is a reason why the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally is one of the most popular motorcycling destinations and its all about the gorgeous routes that surround this small South Dakota Community. Normally we don’t do cabins, but we took our Royal Enfield Himalayan which is only 410 CCs, and we did not have room for the tent and additional camping equipment needed for the both of us. Before you judge, please remember that we were driving 8 hours to get to Sturgis from our home in Colorado. Try driving that distance two up on a small bike. Trust me, there was just no room for our tent, sleeping bags and pads on this trip. We also have a Yamaha SCR 950 which we could have brought, but we have less room on that bike for storage compared to the Royal Enfield, plus we wanted an off-road option that the Himalayan provides.

We started our adventure in early June and headed North towards South Dakota. I have traveled this route previously and knew that once we got into Wyoming from Colorado, there are vast tracks of land without civilization and services. In fact, a few years ago, I ran out of gas in the middle of no where on the same route. Normally I would be carrying an external fuel can but with a passenger and all our riding gear, the gas can was off the table. Our strategy was simple, in Wyoming and rural South Dakota, when we passed a gas station, we filled up. For all of you touring aficionados, this must seem rather tedious but honestly, it gave us a nice opportunity to hydrate along the route and rest our bodies from the frequent wind gusts that are a normal part of riding in the open rolling plains. The weather on our first day was perfect, partly cloudy and around 68 degrees. We missed rain along the entire route which we were thankful.

Once we arrived at the camp site, we were greeted by a Live Band that plays in the Camp’s open restaurant every Sunday which was awesome. We drank Cokes and dined on MRE’s while listening to live music. For my son, it was his first time listening to live music in this type of environment, it was a great experience. Last year, I found that having a few MRE’s is a mandatory part of my motorcycle pack list. The pre-packaged meals are water proof, critter proof (for the most part), have their own heaters, and are very good to eat. On every trip, we normally have at least one MRE Meal. It was funny watching everyone get a laugh at us preparing to feast upon our MRE Meal.

Our cabin was small but for the money, beyond value. It was so nice after about 8 hours of riding, to sleep in a real bed. It started to rain that evening, so we turned in early to prepare for our Monday riding adventure. Our second day we headed from the City of Sturgis to Custer State Park. As long as you stay of the Interstate Highway, its hard to find a road that is not gorgeous. My suggestion is just a pick up a free motorcycle tourism map which are spread throughout the area. The maps do a phenomenal job of pointing you to recommended routes that are a biker’s delight. We took the Needles Highway into Custer State Park which was filled with amazing views. There are a few one lane tunnels built through these gigantic rock formations which are stunning to ride through. What was so cool is the lack of traffic and tourist in the area. During the Motorcycle Cycle Rally this area can be inundated with both two wheel and automobile traffic, not so in Post Covid-19 early summer. Custer State Park is hands down the most picturesque State Park that I have visited. It seems to be more in line with a National Park, given its size and sublime landscape. The cost was 20 dollars to get into the park which is rather high, but that pass is also good for 6 days. If I could do it again, I would have planned my routes from Sturgis to make Custer State Park a multiple day visit. Don’t miss the Wild Life Loop, its filled with Bison and Donkeys. The views in this area were less about jagged peaks and more about open hilly landscape.

Throughout the park are all these dirt roads that serve as a call to arms for an adventure bike rider. One such route was a dirt road that escorted us out of the State Park and into the Wind Cave National Park. This trail was desolate beyond measure and we traveled upon hard pack dirt for many miles. Once we left pavement, the only man-made item we saw was a sign that said, “Beware of Bison”. The pathway seemed to go as far as the eye could see. We wanted to explore this mystery trail for a longer duration, but storm clouds were rolling in and our gas reserves were low, so we made a strategic withdrawal and headed back towards civilization to find gas. We rode from 8am and did not arrive home till 8pm that evening.

The next day, we slept in till about 9:30am. Honestly after two days of hard riding we needed the additional rest. Our first stop was Deadwood, SD which was rather disappointing. The historic town just wreaked of a tourist trap but what made me aggravated was that there was no place to park one’s motorcycle for free. I don’t mind folks paying for premium parking, that is capitalism but there should be a place where someone can park for free. I guess walking the historic Main Street was cool, so it’s something I guess that everyone should do once.

From Deadwood we headed down the gorgeous Spear Fish Canyon to enjoy a curvaceous route and mountain views. We stopped at a trail head called the “The Devil’s Bathtub” and did a little hike. The walk along the river was perfect but the fact that our motorcycle would not start once we were ready to depart was disheartening. When traveling far from home on a motorcycle, you must expect some adversity along the way, there is risk with any such adventure. We were prepared for such hardship, but the broken-down bike was a definitive fun killer. We got the motorcycle started after checking the fluids, cables and usual suspects but the yellow engine light was burning hot yellow, shouting Danger, Danger. We nursed the motorcycle back into our camp site and after that I could not get the cycle back started. We were officially dead in the water in South Dakota.

Honestly, we were very lucky, the bike broke down on what was going to be our very last ride of our trip before we departed back home. If your motorcycle is going to break down, its best it happens at the end of one’s trip and not the beginning. Given I ride a Royal Enfield, we planned for such an occasion. My oldest son who is 17 got our pickup truck and took a road trip to rescue us. My thoughts were on the fact, that we were about 14 miles out in the back country only a day before; if the motorcycle broke down at that juncture, the situation could have been life threatening. We trailered the motorcycle back home feeling lucky for the opportunity to ride and thankful for family support to get us back home.


Ghosts of yesterday, Keep the Dreams of Tomorrow Alive in Jerome

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One gets the sense that the Ghosts of yesterday, Keep the Dreams of Tomorrow Alive in Jerome, Arizona. Sitting at 5000 feet, the small town is literally built into Cleopatra Hill and overlooks the Verde Valley in Northern, Arizona.

The town was once a thriving mining community which excavated gold, silver and copper from the bowels of the earth below it. The community grew quickly as many followed the money to the mountain town. As it goes with many boom towns, history dictates a quick rise and early fall to the community. In the early 1900s, Jerome was a thriving city made up of several churches, hotels, saloons, miscellaneous businesses and gambling halls. At its height, Jerome once supported a population of more than 14,000 residents. Mining operations began to decline in the area in the 1920s and by the 1950’s, no more than 100 individuals called Jerome home.

With conviction a town once dead can discover new life. The fires, sink holes and industrial economic upheaval could not ruin the Town of Jerome, and from the ashes rose an eclectic renaissance where the community now thrives. Tourism, artistic endeavors, and ghost hunting is now the basis of commerce in Jerome.

What is most interesting about Jerome, is that the City does not hide from its tumultuous decline. The remnants of brick buildings once burnt down now serve as landscape for recently completed artwork; their masonry shells protecting and showcasing individual skills of those who now reside in the area. If you’re in the vicinity, it worth visit. If the reported ghosts that haunt the town don’t get you, the winding mountain roads and scenery surely will.

 


 

Just a few recent upgrades that I installed!  Notice the new front wind deflector, SW-Motech rack system where I installed  an old school style canvas-ish bag on one side and an addition fuel canister on the other.  You may not like the bike but the beast is an original Rob Hunt Production.  I also designed and finished my Side Number Plates on both sides of the bike which gives the bike some additional character.  Cant wait to ride it when the weather clears up!!!

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Goldfield, AZ

 

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In the year 1890, Goldfield, AZ boasted 3 saloons, a boarding house, general store, blacksmith shop, brewery, meat market and schoolhouse. The Mammoth Gold Mine brought commerce, trade, jobs and money to this southwest gold town but when the gold dried up so did the town. Now it’s a cool tourist trap that meets real world history. You can do a ton of stuff including a gold mine tour, horse back riding, 4×4 tours, and a bunch of other stuff.

 


Saguaro National Park and the Darkness of Night

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I lived in a Portion of the Arabian Desert for about a year and vividly remember the sound of everlasting sand particles whipping against our frail canvas tent during storms which would appear at a moment’s notice. Once during a rare cold winter rain squall the tent flooded with a foot of water. We grabbed whatever we could and took shelter upon our cots which barely kept us out of the invading flood. The dry arid landscape surely presents many hardships and hidden dangers but during evenings in the desert, I found solace in the stillness of the nocturnal sky.  In those chaotic days long past, the desert night sky provided a sense of peace in a place void of tranquility. There is beauty to be found is these vastly empty places.
I recently found myself in Saguaro National Park before sunrise on a frigid early morning walk. The park is located just outside of Tucson, AZ. I saw more than a few coyotes on my pre-dawn sojourn which was a bit intimidating. Saguaro is a different environment then the Arabian Desert but both places speak the same language, albeit with a different dialect. The sounds of the desert before sunrise eco the voices of life purged through the rugged reality of nature. If these creatures can survive the harsh struggles of the desert, then they deserve to be heard.
Leave all behind and walk the desert trails before dawn in Saguaro National Park, there is no telling what one will hear.

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A Devine Spark and the Miracles that Follow

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Memories recede beyond the dark abyss as the sun sets and rises again and again. Our history, our stories, our triumphs and failures deserve to be remembered, but sadly these stories mostly dwindle and fade away into forgetfulness. It’s as if the sun and the moon never notice life on earth or the efforts of those on the ground striving, working and yearning for something better. We mortals dwell, subsist and toil as best we can, but despite our greater works, the forces of nature care little of our deeds. From the stars, it’s hard to determine or measure the number of miracles that occur daily in the world below, but down in the weeds, where the footsteps of humanity tread in the muddy landscape, one can see miraculous events occur daily, if one is just willing to open their eyes to witness them.
Like the sun and the moon, humanity also suffers from the inability to observe such miracles, mostly due to human distractions which blind our perspective. What a world we could live in, if only we could open our eyes and see these wonderous events transpire before us. Our minds open to the goodness of humanity, which would allow us to absorb the positivity which emanates from these awe-inspiring works of art. Unfortunately, this is not the case, we our blinded in our own reality.
It is truly difficult to witness a miracle with so much ugliness surrounding us in the world. I firmly believe that both good and evil exists in the hearts of man. Even the most despicable person is worthy of genuine acts of kindness and vise-versa; the kindliest individual has the potential to do acts horrific beyond recognition. This duel characteristic of man makes life unpredictable and often blinds us to the good that is done daily. It’s the old story of the cowardly soul who accomplishes a courageous act making him an accidental hero or the loving supportive father and husband falling into temptation during a moment of weakness. These stories represent the multifaced characteristics that resides in all of us. We are awash with the tears of heavenly angels but still waiver against temptation and yearnings that lead us down very dark paths.
Maybe I have become an optimist in my declining years, but I believe there is more good in this world than bad and wonderous miracles happen every day. These events may not be huge or earth shattering from a broad perspective, but they are miracles none the less.
I think of a family friend who was severely injured with a traumatic brain injury during a motorcycle ride gone terribly wrong. This young man literally died and was brought forth back from death’s door. Doctors were confident that he would not survive but through what could only be a series of miracles, he survived and beat the odds. He continues to this day to make progress after numerous surgeries and procedures. The financial burden alone was enough to break him and his family, but they never wavered and continue to progress forward through their struggles and tribulations.
Three women saw this struggling family and endeavored to assist them in their time of need. These women have families, jobs, and burdens of their own, but their own problems did not stifle their yearning to make a positive difference. Filled with conviction, these ladies were truly motivated to make a positive difference. They developed an idea for a fundraiser and fervently worked the plan. Throughout their efforts, they faced roadblocks and pitfalls which impeded their progress, but unknown advocates assisted them along the way. They overcame many obstacles to raise more than four thousand dollars for the family in need. Their dedication to service was truly the divine spark which lead to the successful fundraiser, but we can’t forget the many people that helped them along the way and the generosity of those who attended the fundraising event that cold winter night to kindly and freely give to a worthy cause.
When I ponder the story above, I see miracles in action, combining with other positive acts of kindness. A miracle can be as small as a divine spark or as large as the widest ocean. My hope is that we can open our eyes more to the goodness that occurs every day instead of focusing on the negativity that brings us down. We can’t be naïve to the darkness that exists in our world but by focusing more upon everyday acts of good, maybe the world can be just a little bit brighter.
The Definition of Miracle
• An extraordinary event manifesting divine intervention in human affairs.
• An extremely outstanding or unusual event, thing, or accomplishment.

 

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Central City, Colorado- A Ride on my Yamaha SCR 950

Just posted a video on my recent ride to Central City, Colorado.  There is some good scenery, a brief history of the City and friendly banter.  If you have a chance to visit, you should!!!