Ain't Nothing Like a Little Recognition

I think, I'm not sure, but I think, that today was the first day anyone on the World Wide Web has linked to this specific blog. It is an honor, and a wake up call. It's been months, but I've found myself recently back to the place where this was all derived, and now...

I find myself looking forward, to the future. I had a great lunch with a friend of mine, E.R. Sprague, on Monday. We're both trying to get set a snowball in motion of our dreams, our passions. We're both trying to get the damn things out of our heads, and either onto paper, or built and into useful hands. We find it very difficult, very frustrating, and very un-motivating. But every once in a while...things just seem to come together.

To me, building this dream was very much like rebuilding the top end for my 1982 CB650. It was scary, simply because I'd never done it before. I knew there was a lot of pieces, and I could spend hours, days even, taking them apart, cleaning them, analyzing them never to put them back together again. And that was my fear! That I would never put it back together. 21 hrs straight of dismantling my first top end last year. I bagged and tagged every washer, nut, bolt, and even a piece of old crusty chain grease that had solidified so much I thought it was part of the starter assembly. I wasn't quite as scared when I finished the tear down that night. Knowing I could come back tomorrow, open up the container I had organized and either associate a part number, a serial number, or a made up number I had come up with, with a picture or section in the manual somewhere.

You see, through the whole process I really had no idea how I was going to get to where I knew I needed to be. I didn't know what all was going to be entailed in taking that top end off. But I knew that if I "tagged and bagged" everything along the way, if I ever messed up, it would be like leaving a bread crumb trail back to home.

So as I sit here knowing the point at which I want to be some day soon, I still have a very unclear picture of the path it's going to take to get there. But I'm tagging and bagging all the nuts and bolts along the way. Oh, and that CB...she made it back together. A couple of bad timing jobs and broken bolts, she's fast enough to startle me when I twist the throttle fully.

The Sadness Is Mine

Ryan Adams said this, "the sadness is mine."
Today, I say it. Sadness, realizing that I am the most productive by myself, but most motivated when with other people. Now, that is a rather large discrepancy. How do I reconcile that? I get most motivated when other people are around, but I get more done when they leave?

What am I suppose to do? "Hey Chad, yeah, can you come over for I dunno, 20 minutes, and give me a pep talk", I'd say. Then 20 minutes in, "Okay, now get the F out!"

I don't see how that works. I love to share my idea's with people, with friends, but when I do, I don't get much movement on them. But when I keep them bottled up, I need to see some sort of movement, so they come out in actually getting it done.

Then there is the side of me, that after sharing my dreams, and good ones they are, with a friend, I immediately turn around and think that they might steal my idea and do it themselves. After all, they have more money, more connections, etc. So then I talk myself into trust issues with my closest friends.

As you can see, the sadness is mine. And still no running bike to take it out on the road.
Damn shame.

Aaron's Bike Path

We all take different paths to our first two-wheeled purchase. I'm not talking about rambling a pedal bike down a creek drainage for the first time, though the title suggests it. And I'm not talking about the '68 Rok-on that you saddled up every time you went to your cousin's farm. I'm talking about the first time the conscious decision was made and the dear cash handed over in exchange for internal combustion between two tires. When friends tell me that they want to buy their first motorcycle I tend to calculate an instant power-to-weight ratio of sorts for the rider's weight, body-type and physical ability, etc. What usually comes spilling out is a bike that is controllable and fun enough to never out-grow. But just tonight, I read an old blog from one of the Cycle World writers and I am reminded that not everyone's path is the same.

02.01.2007
GETTING SMALL
by Keith May

I am just realizing, but Nathanwide and his CB100 already understand, that sometimes it's better to just ramble along. You get to see more trees, more leaves, and take more time to stare down that Douglas Squirrel in the middle of Camp Sherman Lane. There is more experience in the world around the pavement and maybe more freedom, but even if I'm wrong about that I now believe I need to make room in my stable for smaller bikes.

So why did I decide yesterday that this was the next addition to my fleet? It only comes in that yellow and I still want it... unless I find a mid-70's XL250 before Aaron.

TWAFR Teaser 1 HWY 138 E Crater Lake to 97 N

Below is just an unedited teaser. Camera shots are bad as the road was bumpy. But if you look closely, it is beautiful country.

First Up

Day 2: 9:11 a.m.:

I am the first to rise, by almost two hours. Nit hardly a sound from the others, save a muffled snore from Officer Hillson, and a once and a again rustling from someone rolling against a tent wall. I keep thinking Aaron is going to rise, but he never does.

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A Long Winding Road

And so we go. The six, we go. Four riding high. Two riding low. A late start, but hospitable. Pizza, and a "don't forget to pee before you go.".

Fiddling with gadgets and I'm questioning how much of a break from reality this truly will be. Videos and cameras, iPhones and Twitter. How can I share with the world when I'm trying to get away.

A long road. Salem. Then, Albany. A missed turn and...

...there it is. "did you see that sunset?!", he screams after rolling into camp. It's dark now, the camp host wishes a fun, but quiet night. A hollar..."then, that's when...it all came pouring out and I realized I was gone..here I mean. Right there in Dallas as you turn toward the west. The sun was setting right then. Pouring golden rays across the valley floor.

It's dinner now. Dogs. Not on the open fire tonight though. No real wood could be found. They said you could find some across the street at John-boys, but he too must be lost.

We did well I think, to pick this spot. Nestled in close to the Alsea river. We are probably only 20 mikes from Waldport as the crow flies. It's getting late. We are stoked to be on the road, in the quiet place.


Update: 12:07 a.m. Day 2:
I had a longer day than most, having risen at 5am. So naturally I'm the first to bed. I've got a lump under my bed. This ground is no where near even. The 5, they sit around the fuming fire, quiet yet bristling with joy and muffled laughter. They have respect for the other two campers in this 20 site campground. I'm out, sooner than I thought.

Update: 1:47 a.m. Day 2:
It's loud outside and I don't know why. It's not coherent yet. I have to wait for the scene to settle in my mind, for those gears to start turning. I look at my clock. I've only been out an hour or so. What is that ruckus?
I hear people. Are they my people? Part of us 6? I hear music, a guitar, we brought a guitar, it must be at least one of the Truebs.
Then it comes into focus. Nathan Wide is playing his guitar and singing. It's a beautiful sound when you adjust after the wakening. 10 more minutes and I'm out.

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We Are They

For sake of not plagiarizing I have posted this link to my favorite Robert W. Service writing: http://www.robertwservice.com/modules/smartsection/item.php?itemid=82

Here, now, we start our adventure.

An Un-Answered Prayer to The Motorcycle God's

I'm not sure what it was that lead me to this. It could have been the ill timing, my inexperience, or rushing to get things done. Some how I tightened a bolt so tight that I broke (1) easy out, (5) black oxide bits, and devoured (4) grinding heads, and it is still locked in there. I prayed to the motorcycle god's, and recruited help from a friend, and after 12 or more labor hours on that bolt we finally called it quits last night so I could rest up for the big day.
Sunday night, the Captain's wife said to him, that maybe we should take this as a sign. That maybe this happened to save us from something terrible. Not quite the words one wants to hear from a family member. It was quickly shrugged off, and back to my bolt I did go. Two days ago I had readied myself for the possibility, or perhaps the reality, that I would be spending much more time with the Fly Rod, than with Two Wheels on this trip.
It's not as though we are taking an extra vehicle. A follow vehicle, and a trailer with a CB100 on it, was always the plan. My younger brother was slotted to drive the truck and trailer. He has considerably more experience than the other two with a trailer, but still less than is desired. As well, yesterday, my brother (whom just moved to Oregon from California) was told by a very friendly police officer, that he was not legal to drive in Oregon. Without getting into specific details, he could no longer drive the truck on the trip. Just the sign I needed. At that moment I realized that perhaps the bolt did break for a reason, but not to keep us from impending doom. But rather, to enable 3 other men to enjoy what will be a most spectacular trip.
Had my bolt not broken, and I was able to ride my motorcycle, I would be rather upset in the current situation; being torn between riding, and towing the trailer. But as it stands, I must resign myself to destiny, to actuality, and for the greater good of the other men on the trip.
I threw in my helmet and gear this morning, just in the off chance that I may be blessed with some riding time, on a bike that is not my own, on this wonderful first of summer trip.

The Audible: A Game-Time Decision

"Far above the Rogue River's famed salmon and steelhead holes, thousands of fish per mile can be found in what is one of Oregon's most productive, yet often overlooked trout fisheries. Between Crater Lake and Lost Creek Lake, in an area known as the Rogue headwaters, anglers enjoy fish-after-fish action for feisty hatchery rainbows. Energized by the cool water trickling from deep in the Cascades, the far Upper Rogue's trout are chrome bright, full of fight, and willing biters."

I thought this was a fitting article in the May issue of Amato Publications Salmon Trout Steelheader.

Photo Courtesy of Oregon Motorcycle Adventures

Salmonberry

Nestled through the lush western part of Oregon, beautiful grape like bushes emerge. As ample as vines during wine season in France. Big ripe bushells, longing to be picked, plucked and eaten.
Nestled, halfway between Intestate 5 and Highway 101, lay a quaint, yet accessible 13 site campground. Perched, atop a flat meadow, looking down on the quiet Alsea River. Just 50 miles from it's north fork headwaters it winds, beckoning highway 34 to follow. Playing hide-and-seek along the way, the river dodges the highway, retreating into an every once again draw, grabbing a fresh breath, before returning to flirt with it's traveling mate through to the coast.
Two and a half hours from our trailhead, we should reach our first destination before dark. Well out of the city, it will give us a nice jump start, for our first full day, following.
This site, provides a great backdrop to begin this adventure. A common river for drift boats, and fly fishing, our silent captain will be pleased.
The meadow is framed by age old alder trees. Long and slender they stand, dancing, ballarinas on the stage, a simple quiet audience.
I hear the Trueb brothers. They are playing their guitars. Seldom too they add their vocals, sweet though they may be. The captain, is already at sea, and has been since mile one. This knowledge makes me smile, and I know this is right. This time, this place, this adventure.
My brother sees the Captain, and hearing the brothers, finally finds a place to rest. His body cries, unnoticed as he finally feels the freedom. He has let go.
Officer Hillson is always at home. This ride did not satisfy. His soul beckons more. He's wondering why we stopped and what took us so damn long.
They are pleased, them all. Each one, getting used to their own skin once again as their masks, their costumes, slowly flake away in the breeze that makes the alders dance.
I look at them. Sit back. I smile.

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You Are My Hero

Yesterday;
Gray;
Cloudy;
Hot;
Funny;
Smiles;
Laughter;
Too much food;
Graduation;
My Lady;
My bike;
My hero;

It was a busy day. Attending an event of the religiously organized only to hear a kid scream while a man in a goatee was pouring out edification, all the while..me...wanting to sucker punch a 20 something female in the face for gabbing on about the kid screaming while a man in a goatee was pouring out edification. This isn't the religiously organized event for me.
From there, a stop, for gas, a bottle of water...why'd you drink it all?
Over the St. Johns bridge the Willamette was wonderful, serene, wet, but the sun was trying to sneak through.
We stopped, with great anticipation at the honda shop in Beaverton. It's a bit large for my taste, but the guys seem to be helpful. I purchased new riding gear, black, retro-reflective. I told my wife all I need is a Katana. She asked, "whatever for?" I said, "So I can be a biker ninja!" She laughed, and said she loved me.
While at the store I stopped to look at this. My hero, my love.
The quality is great. Endorsed by some very high end athletes, and the price is very reasonable. I'm curious to know how quickly the batteries charge, and how much real recording time one can get.
This would be the perfect addition to the trip, beyond the other camera I will be obtaining.

Nathan Wide

R: Nate, I hope you saw the "interview" I did with your brother. Same style. Feel free to answer them any way that you like. You can be serious, or nervous, or just down right wacky. The idea is to give our readers an idea into who we are, or who we want them to think we are.

R: Cool?

R: Okay, here we go


R: So Nate? Nathan? Natey? Frank? What do you prefer to go by?

N: Usually people call me Nathan, and sometimes Nate. That's about it. Not too exciting. Maybe the trip will be a good place to receive a nickname.

R: Cool, so I guess we should start by asking who you are, and why I'm doing an interview with you?

N: I am Nathan Trueb. I'm a musician who lives in Portland that likes all things vintage, including motorcycles.

R: Okay, so that's cool and all, but really, in the big scheme of things...who are you? I mean as it pertains to the universe.

N: Dust in the wind... right? Did I get it right?

R: So I think everyone knows what this trip is and where we are going. How'd you get hooked up with me and Eliot for this trip. I don't even think I know how you got roped into these shenanigans..

N: Eliot definitely coaxed me into going. We were hanging out welding a statue of a large-mouth-bass and taking copious amounts of Peyote, and it hit me... my whole life has been leading up to this trip. Oreo, his pet chicken, squawked in a way that spoke volumes of knowledge, knowledge from the future, and that future involved three things: hot springs, men, and fried trout. That's when I knew.

R: Wow, okay men and fried trout eh? Not my thing but okay... so what is your goal for this trip? Anything profound or are you just coming to ride bikes and drink beer?

N: I hope to discover a part of Oregon that has not yet been discovered. I've been trying to bone-up on my cartography skills, and I've also read Sun Tzu's, "The Art of War", 7 times... just in case.

R: Whats your lady friend going to do while you are gone? Are you going to call her while you are gone?

N: She will probably be hard at work fixing a hole where the rain gets in. Yes, I will call her, as my service allows.

R: Ha, leave the lady to do the mans work huh?
So the other day we were hanging out at the.barrage, and you were wearing cut off jean shorts. Whats up with that? Are you trying to make some sort of retro statement or something?

N: I actually hate wearing shorts. I don't know if it's due to some traumatic experience that I have repressed, but what I do know is that I would rather where cut-off jean-shorts than any other kind of shorts, and I have no idea why.


R: Okay, switching gears here. We're on the road-trip, and the world ends, or at least life as we know it. No phones, cars stop working, but motorbikes still work. We have to stick together or die. What do you do? What skills do you have that keep you alive?

N: Funny you should ask. I'm an expert with toddlers, and I am working on a shot that gives friends the flu... as a joke.

R: Also, are you wearing underwear...

N: ... ...

R: no..? weird, but okay.


R: So hows your music career coming? Tell us more about that?

N: I am making a living playing and teaching and that is more than I
could ask for. My favorite part of my music career is making music
with the band Aaron and I started called, Tango Alpha Tango. We are
always recording and playing live, which is really great. The only
thing that we haven't done much of is get on the road. I feel like I
was one of the few people made for a life on the road. I love
traveling in vans/buses around the country playing music. It's what I
hope to do. A lot of musicians that "make it" always complain about
life on the road... I don't think I would be one of those people.
Maybe that's another reason why this trip sounded so appealing...
because I have never done a road trip with motorcycles, camping, and
fishing, etc.

R: You are really taking some time away to come on this trip then, you could be
writing music or practicing. Is this going to hurt you going into the
summer, or do you think ti's going to help?

N: It will help. It's always a good thing to "take a break" from the
monotony of life. Often times when I'm forced to do that, like going
on a trip like this, I come back to music, and my instrument with a
very fresh approach, and new ideas. Of course, I'm sure we'll have an
acoustic or two, so I won't be completely removed, I guess.

R: Can I play the mouth harp in one of your songs?

N: No. Well, maybe, what do I get out of the deal?

R: Umm....you get to have me play the mouth harp in one of your songs....nevermind?

R: Do you think you'll figure out how to plug motorcycles into your next
album? either in lyrics, artwork, or as an instrumental? I have to say,
throwing some motorbike in somewhere might give you a bit of street cred!

N: Not sure if there will be any motorcycle references... you know the
last album had a line,

"I heard from the man who reads the polls,
That you still had a motorcycle of a soul"

From- "I Have Stopped Thinking About You"

R: Cool, well I'm hungry, and you're kinda boring, so whats one last thing you
want to say to all of our hip followers?

N: Well, just so you know I'm watching you, literally. Right this
moment. And no, you don't look good in your wife's heels.

R: Haha, well that's great... Well thanks for your time Nathan. We'll look for you on the road!

ArtandSurf - Cycles and Flies

I am real excited to hang with Spencer -
...and that is all i have to say about that.

Aaron Jacob Trueb (ha, just realized that doesn't spell A.R.T.)

One of the things I wanted to do was to introduce anyone who may be reading this to everyone who will be participating in this "ride" or "trip", whatever you wish to call it. We have an eclectic group of men that are all coming together, and hopefully, by the questions asked, and the questions answered, you may get a glimpse into who we are, and why we ride.

R`: So Aaron, Two Wheels And A Fly Rod, eh? What the hell does that mean anyway?

A`: To me it means a long open road - hills, the ocean, and grass instead of parking lots and freeways. Stars instead of street lights. Guitars and conversation around the warmth of the fire instead of blank stares into the glow of a TV screen. A long drive with Don Williams and friends instead of the rush hour commute. Sunlight instead of fluorescent.



R`: So what bike will you be riding?

A`:Once in the summer I rode this little Honda in my parents field, I think it's what they call a "100." I gave that throttle all I had, and the next thing I knew the back tire had slipped against the dry grass and I was laying there with a motorcycle on top of me, thinking about how I wanted to get up and do it again. I think I'll take that bike.


R`: Do you believe in Lake Monsters? Rumor has it that Crater Lake has one or two that survived the Alien Spaceship landing there? You think they'd be good marinated in BBQ sauce?

A`: If there is a Lake Monster in Crater Lake, I don't want to eat it. I want to ride that thing! Ok, I have to be honest I have been wanting to shoot something with my wrist rocket, and I plan to bring it on the trip. So, we may end up eating pretty well once we get to Crater Lake.




R`: How do you think this trip will shape your destiny?

A`: It's hard to say, although I do think everything happens for a reason. Or at least, something life-changing can happen to you on any trip you find yourself on. I expect to come back having learned something from the guys on this trip, and loving life even more.

Also, I like to watch this clip from Waiting for Guffman (one of my all time favorite movies), and imagine Corky St. Claire is talking about how our trip came together:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HJ1IP0H7574


R`: Woah okay, I'm getting a little off track here, with monsters and Destiny and such...tell me more about you? How'd you get wrapped up in this trip, with this random set of banditos?

A`: Well, Rodney and Eliot are really the instigators of this trip, and I've been friends with those guys for a couple years now. For months and months I'd been overhearing conversations about a road trip. I love getting out on the road and camping and all that, but I've never done much riding so I kind of thought the trip wasn't for me. But one night we were hanging out at Rodney's place, the.barrage, and they said I should come along. I've been friends with Officer Hillson for awhile now; we work together - I always know he's there in the morning by the roar of his bike as he cruises in. Nathan Trueb is my brother and my best friend next to my wife. He recently got a nice bike, but I'm sure he'll tell you about that! I'm really looking forward to getting to know Chad, Rodney's brother better on this trip.


R`: So rumor has it your a TAT man? Does that mean tattoo's, are you like an artist or something?

A`: Nathan and I have a rock and roll band we call Tango Alpha Tango, or TAT for short. For sure music is an art, but I don't typically refer to myself as an artist. I play piano, tambourine, and sing a bit in the group. I write a lot of my own songs as well. Maybe someday someone will refer to us as 'recording artists,' but for now I'm happy with Eliot calling us rockers.


R`: Interesting, so how does your music passion fit in with the rest of this gang? It seems all random...music, motorcycles, fishing? I mean really?

A`: Well, whether they are players or not, I am pretty sure all the guys on this trip are music lovers. I've had some great conversations about music with Scott and Rodney. And I've been to a number of great rock shows with Eliot. Plus, in this group of friends, we like to encourage each other's passions. All the things you mentioned are different passions for different guys on the trip. And we really all want to see each other work hard towards those dreams. "I'll be the expediter of your dreams." - call that movie quote.


Q: How about some words of wisdom for the kids out there? Anything to encourage them by? I mean you could be mean and mislead the little ones...actually do..that sounds like fun...!!!

R`: Well, really the words of Jesus have been the biggest encouragement to me throughout my life. One thing he said I like to try to live by is "Don't worry about tomorrow, because today as enough trouble of it's own." I would encourage any kid out there young and old, to take your own hard look at what Jesus had to say about life and himself. It might change your life, it did mine.


R: If I get the time, would you mind if I stopped back by the studio and asked you some more questions?

A`: Any time. Just call me up!

~Well, that's just a little look into who "T-rueb" is. Based on his questions, and the fact that I emailed him these questions, yeah yeah yeah, no studio involved it just makes me feel awesome to say that, I think there will probably be a little follow up on some of his answers before we hit the road on June 17th. And you can be sure that we will follow up with him after this trip~

Feel free to check out Tango Alpha Tango a little more by following these links:

Google Image Search: http://bit.ly/jTBf8
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Tango-Alpha-Tango/26318440089
MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/tangoalphatango
Studio: http://www.outgorecords.com/tango-alpha-tango.php

It's All Starting To Come Together

Update: Last night, May 15th, we ended up getting together at Aaron Trueb's house to discuss the remainder of the trip. (This was previously going to be at Finchasers) We did a lot of talking, and planning and dreaming, just very little regarding our trip. The time was well spent. Even had Joe show up on his Yamaha with a beat up seat, and of course we tried to talk him into going. He's a maybe..but I'm getting ahead of myself.

We now have 6 confirmed members as of yesterday, where previously there were 3. The first and original 3 we have riding are: Rodney Lucas (that'd be me), Eliot Sprague, and Aaron Trueb. Yesterday, these three made their intent to ride official as well: Scott Hillson, Nathan Trueb, and Chad Lucas. And we still have 3 invitations with an RSVP of maybe: Mike Peterson, Joe Barker, and Ryan Kunkleman.

So far, we have very little figured out completely, and we leave in T-31 days. What we do have figured out, and what remains tentative, is looking like a lot of fun. The first night we plan on leaving as quickly as everyone can get off of work. Hopefully not later than 6pm. Our destination? The appreviously mentioned Cougar (Terwilliger) Hotsprings.

Everything after the first night at this point is tentative based on majority rider approval. We're all a bunch of pretty laid back guys, so I don't expect any disagreements here. You can check out the potential route here: http://bit.ly/15Hfbv

The last night will be spent in Brookings with our friends at ArtandSurf.com where hopefully we can get a good shower and relax before a long drive home the following day.

Stay tuned later for an introduction to the riders of "Two Wheels And A Fly Rod".

Postie Post And Too Tight of Pants

This is not what we are doing...but it looks like a ton of fun!

http://www.bikeexif.com/postie-bike-challenge

Thank you Bruce Brown

Friday night, May 15th, the "Two wheels and a fly rod" lot will be getting together at Finchasers to discuss the remainder of the trip. Hopefully we'll be able to wrangle the last few pansies who have yet to commit, into signing up for THE BEST TRIP EVER!

I figure with some of the.barrage.ale, some of Eliot's delicious ribs, and Bruce Brown's "On Any Sunday" should be a great enough selection. If that isn't enough, perhaps the excitement of those of us that are going will coerce the remaining few!

A little Voodoo might help

So I'm a twitter fan, kinda of. I use it, and think it's a quite useful tool for the current societal connection phenomenon. Anyway, I just won a t-shirt via Twitter from @voodoogarage for winning a St. Patty's Day contest. You can see the t'shirt here. Now, I like cool merchandise, but I'm not big into branding. I'm curious to see if he'd be interested in either making some t-shirts for this trip we will be doing, or possibly doing some t-shirts for The Barrage.

A little long-distance modification?

Could this be attached to the seats with some ratcheting tie-downs from costco?

Destination 1: Cougar Hot Springs

Somewhere between Eugene and Sisters lay a quiet, serene hot spring.
Still rustic, not disturbed by societal inventions and engineering,
the pools are formed by native rock, stone, and bark.

This is where we will spend the first night. The next morning we'll
rise early and cast the McKenzie for our breakfast before moving on.

Number Four

The Stock CB650 I mentioned yesterday needs some work. Now, I don't mean it won't ride, or even that it won't ride well. She is just crying for some love. In all this Pacific Northwest winter blunderness I think she may just want to curl up next to me and R2 (my cleverly nick-named, kerosene furnace, named for it's subtle resemblance of the Star Wars Icon), and spend a little time together.

For example; tonight I spent 3 hours sitting on my cooler.It is one of those nifty tail gating coolers with cup holders in the lid that fits a cool can of Pabst smoothly. In one cup holder sat just that; a cool can of Pabst, smoothly. In the other: roughly 50 Q-Tips. Between the two on the lid sat my Ryobi shoplight. The one with the large battery and a swivel head, provided to me almost four years ago by Eliot to a young-man in need of a hobby. On the floor in front of that was a small Tupperware with just enough mineral spirits to cover the bottom of the container.

I spent those hours taking a single Q-Tip, dipping one end in the mineral spirits and scrubing ferociously at the number 4 exhaust header opening, turning the Q-Tip around and wiping off the grease and grime. Followed by a nice smooth sip of Pabst. Repeat 50 times and you've cleaned number four fairly thoroughly and a little around the whole.

All in all, a pretty romantic evening curled up by my CB. And of course completely worth it to spend a few days on the Owyhee casting a fly after a 3 day ride with the best of friends by ones side.

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Gunslingers

So in order to get fired up I wanted to find some images on the web of motorcycles all geared up with fly rods and I just couldn't find any through a keyword search except for the Ironhorse Caddybag

This is certainly one way to do it that seems... pretty gall-darn sweet. But I don't think my travel budget will allow it. Plus, I think fabbing up custom ones for each bike will be a total pain/great fun project for the next few months.

Two Wheels And A Fly Rod

It's started. "Possibly the best trip ever."
Currently: two bikes, both 1982 Honda CB650's. One Cafe, One Stock.
Destination: Scenic views of barren roads and supple rivers.
Hope: Two more motorbikes and a Tail Vehicle.