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Where the heart is....

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There's a somewhat obvious but unfortunate aspect of ripping a moto through the Americas that I wish didn't happen but ultimately I've found to be unavoidable.  It opens way more doors than it closes but at the same time takes away a sensation so unique it feels like a damn funeral when you realize you're missing it.  Becoming accustomed to life on the road, building confidence, settling in, whatever you want to call it has the strange kind of regrettable dulling affect you wish our peanut minds weren't capable of.  We're to good at it, we remember and learn the smallest aspects and calculate the nano risk variables and the data base builds.  What seemed to be a big deal on day one is taken in stride on day 200.  The virginity of those first few days and weeks can only live on in memory, text, and photos.  Ultimately the road is long and the experiences do build on each other and before you know it you've built a damn mansion where once only the shadow of ...
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Let's Try this again

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So yeah I took a little break and whether I was actively pursuing anything or not some things happened in there.  In an effort to bring this blog, myself, and anyone else who gives a damn up to speed here we go.  The movement was always going to be gradual as the evolution of this trip will inevitably be a process of weeks, months and years, not hours and days. Fear not though, it adds up.  The hours, days, and weeks that constitute the past 3 or so months are definitely not lost to the oblivion of blurred together memories and experiences.  No they're just adding up to something bigger in a way only time allows.  In fact that's precisely why I believe a few months away from writing were necessary: the bigger picture needs time to unfold, to grow into it's own being.  The list of gangsta ass events and tall tales I've no need to exagerate is certainly long and grows by the day.   Possibly one of the most pointed lessons I've learned from a pure...
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Wildflowers

So apparently this blog is updated once a month.  Is a once-a-month blog even a blog at all?  I'd answer that with a solid NO, but whatever.... It's not that the journey thus far hasn't provide material or inspiration to write, it's just that simply put, I haven't been motivated to stop and take the time necessary to get it all down on paper.  Day to day activities fill my time with all the usual suspects (moto prep, surf, beer, food, reading, friends, surf, beer, sleep).  And while it all seems pretty standard it's precisely that which I'm enjoying thoroughly, focusing on.  The normalcy of my life on the moto is what I'm trying to take in, unfortunately when I get to "taking it in" I very rarely allow time for writing it down.  It's ok, it's alright, calma, the story as it runs moment to moment is stained on my memory and these anecdotes aren't going anywhere anytime soon.  In fact as I went to sleep the other night I calmed my ...
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Thank You John Long

Sometimes you need something to kick start you a little, to put things into motion that you really didn't realize were stopped in the first place.  I'm still at a loss for what it is that keeps the gears turning or why they stop.  In fact I don't even really understand what it means for me to be personally fluid vs static just yet.  At this point I'm only feeling those moments where I recognize change and the flashes of brilliance that demarcate one to the other.  Fuck man I'm at loss of which is better to be honest.  Sometimes it really feels good for the gears to stop for a minute, a while, hell indefinitely.  It feels comfortable and relaxing, I like that.  But then there's that moment that you had no idea was even necessary that wakes you up and gets the machine moving again, and that's an indescribable feeling.  These wake-up moments get me excited if only for the fact that they inherently catch me by surprise and breath a new life into my be...
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Ooookay so I ate too much.  It was good, it was too damn good and I ate to much.  Any of you that have known me long enough know that I'm prone to eating to the point of moaning in discomfort all the while being wholly satisfied with a job well done.  Problem is, I really, really had every intention of grazing slowly and giving myself time to digest everything, to put something (anything) down on paper.  Instead it's been somewhere over a month since my last post and little to no writing has occurred in that span, I've just been gorging myself on all that is living the life of ripping bikes all over central Mexico.  All times consuming, no time digesting.  But GD am I satisfied.  So that's it, my final race here in MX was last Saturday and a rip it was.  Great times with great people and a slightly different spin as this was a 5 stage Enduro race (I've done only DH races to this point).  As per usual we ended up indulging in more than a...
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More of the same, I like that

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Another week in the books and another catalog of badassery that's hard to put into words or photos.  I am certain they will find their way into the anecdotes and camp fire stories in the years to come by way of half drunk related tall tales full of the typical embellishments and comical recollections.  I'm not sure if this blog has a point beyond preserving the broad outline of those memories and providing my friends and family with proof that I'm still kicking.  So I sit and try to recall everything the past 7 days brought to being and I can only laugh to myself and smile in a very real way knowing that it's simply impossible to accurately relay it all.  I mean to some degree that's the point right?  I'm here doing this shit instead of reading it on purpose.  This isn't an accident.  F, or maybe I'm just a terrible writer.  I'd say a pretty important step in writing is being able to put pen to paper. Right now I suck at that.  Niiiiice So...
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The New Normal

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Yeah I kinda saw this one coming from a mile away.  The walking heap of shit that I am right now warranted renting a cabin in the mountains for a couple of days to recover from the race weekend in Morelia and made for some much needed down time.  It's raining its ass off, cold, and I have a stocked supply of coffee and beer.  Time to catch up on some writing...... The past couple of weeks bouncing around Mexico will affectionately be remembered by me as the first two real weeks of stretching the legs out on Rita (my KLR 650).  There really is nothing like the feeling of the road when it first finds itself beneath your feet (wheels), sadly we accidentally become used to roaming and those first few moments of uncertainty and excitement fade without notice.  It starts to replace itself with confidence and efficiency, it morphs into letting your guard down a little more and more.  It allows for a deeper and more true experience where ever the day may...
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