Summer

We know a place where no planes go.

One of my favorite parts of Nevada is that if you head to the desert, take a road that appears rarely travelled you'll come across signs like these, a place where you're not wanted.

Signs, military, large aerospace corporations, security cameras, and mystery. This site was supposedly a Saturn rocket test site and was used as far back as the Gemini project. Bob and I were nearly overcome by our curiosity to hop the gate and have a look.

Buying a motorcycle

Today I bought a motorcycle. Foolishly I thought the best way to do so would be to ride it home. I should mention that the last time I rode a motorcycle was almost ten years ago, and I couldn't change gears, and I just got push starts to get going on a friends dirt bike. But I convinced myself the only proper way to start off this adventure was to get it home myself.

I have to give thanks to my friend Josh for taking me down and patiently following me home as I sorted out some issues with the bike.

The screw that controls the idle would alternate backing out so the bike wouldn't idle and turning in so that the motor couldn't slow down. And as I slowed to get off a highway the pedal for the rear brake came off. An auspicious start to say the least.

This is a blog about transportation and the people that are passionate about different forms of it, so I guess starting today the posts will be more varied. The experience of humming along on a motorcycle didn't disappoint, and was everything I expected it to be.

Time to re-read Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert Pirsig.