Starts with an “R” and ends with “idin’ Randoms”
That’s right people and aliens that will eventually go on the internet, Ridin’ Randoms!
These were taken in what is probably the best place to ride a motor cyclin’ bike in the US-o-A, the South West. Good people, weather and big country are there. Well except the good weather part b/c the first snow was coming in from the north west behind a cold front. I was riding to not be in it. It was pretty exciting b/c if I broke down for even a day, I’d be covered in snow and freezin’ ma man parts. It was like playing high stakes poker except no cards and instead I was riding a motorcycle across Arizona, New Mex and Tex.
The wind made my New Mex ride so gnar, some times I couldn’t see more from the sand blowing every which way. However, once the break in the clouds would come, it was something beautiful; a great reminder that sometimes grinning and persevering is rewarded.
I made it on the Navajo rez and did the whole eat fry bread (think Navajo version of funnel cakes….mmmmmmm….Navajo version of funnel cakes), saw a dude who was walking across the earth (know b/c he had a website on his cart for it) and bought a nice Oldman/Gambler/Perv ring fashioned right there in the rez. I would like to thank my boi, Moto Bikin’ Alex from Chi-city Chicago who gave me the idea at Burning Man!
While in New Mex, I went by the Very Large Array, which is basically a large array (I know! who woulda thunkit?) that’s used for radio astronomy. It’s even cooler when you imagine Jodie Foster there with you giving you a tour in her Kermit, The Frog, like voice. Sucha a babe!
Visited the Carlsbad caverns and let me tell you, it wasn’t the Carlsgood caverns. All I could think about was how cool it would be to live at the bottom of ‘em. So bad!
I also went to the petrified forrest. A million bilion zillion years ago these trees fell down and got covered in doo doo mud. They then became really cool looking rocks that should be made into jewelry. I’m not talking about perv rings, although I can unbiasedly say dem thangs are sweet, I’m talking about a big ole gangsta necka-lace or a super gnar belt buckle. I guess the good thing about them being protected by the national park system is now this place that inspires great visions of amazing jewelry will be preserved for generations.