Constant battle with severe health issues (well, severe for me) have forced some realizations about having to take care of me, learning to rely more on myself and figuring out who I can really trust.
But the roads out here are gorgeous. I live very near the Angeles Crest Highway, where I spend a lot of time with my Triumph Daytona T595, Huckleberry Hound, riding up to Newcomb's Ranch. Huckleberry is a custom bike, the t595 fairing stripped to make it look like a Speed Triple, but with 120 hp at the rear wheel, its a quiet monster.
I dont think my mother is particularly happy with the fact that I ride, but I do love it so much - its a lot like playing the violin in terms of the control and passion needed to do it right and well.
That's another thing I've taken up again, playing the violin. I've got very little funk and blues in my soul, but I'm pulling it out and taking lessons at: Silverlake Music Conservatory
Silly, but I adopted a virtual monkey.
Check out this poem I found, by Rumi
I've always like poetry, never outgrew that highschoolish thing to keep writing.
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
So, what happened to that incredible wolf picture on my page? Turns out it was copywritten material. So I deleted the image, and linked to the owners page for your pleasure.
How many people have visited my page?