Well, the tracker thingiee on the right side of my page says people are still coming here, so I best get off my buttocks and write something, huh?
To be honest, I don't really feel like saying much. I am in such a funk and have had a generally bad disposition as of late. I really don't have a legitimate reason to feel like this, but it is what it is. I think my distress is caused by several things. The first being that I'm a whiny-ass. I actually enjoy basking in own self pity. That's a common trait of alcoholics/addicts. It's kind of our own little tarnished badge of honor. Let me break it down for you:
1. I'm out of shape and pounding on the weight. I wont get off my butt and go to the gym because I'd rather come home after work and surf the net till I hit my slumber time. I do this every single week day.
2. I want to join a local chapter of the Boozefighters MC. I've always wanted to become a member of a motorcycle club. The 3 piece patch kind, not the local HOG chapter or a christian type thing...I want to earn my patch. I don't want to join the hard core 1% clubs because I ain't signing the title to my bike over to nobody but I hate the local "buy your patch" clubs. The Boozefighters are well respected by the outlaw clubs because they have the same prospecting principles that the hardcore clubs have...they just don't have the amount of criminals that the 1%-ers have. They also have a decent reputation with the local authorities. My problem is that I don't know if I have the discipline to make it through the prospecting period. At times I still have the fire that I had years ago...other times I feel too old to be an active patch holding biker.
3. My job is making me soft. This seems to be a bur under my saddle because I'm afraid of getting old. I get daily praise from the students, and the military management, but in my mind, the more praise I receive, the softer I get.
4. I want to hit the road on my bike and go on another retirement run. I logged 3,000 miles two summers ago in a couple of weeks with my brother who rode his bike. We hit several states and just rode all day and stopped at night. We saw St. Louis, Memphis, and made it down home to the MS gulf coast where we stayed with our parents and just rode and rode and rode. It was one of the best times of my life. Just flying down the highway doing 80, side by side with my brother. I miss that and hate that winter is keeping me down...
OK...enough bitching. This will pass. Watch the video and listen to the words. Dave ain't pretty to look at but man can he tell a story.