Rainbow

I was out and about this weekend on the scoot for a little while, and it was over 40° and sunny so I decided to go commando. This time of year I normally wear a full-faced helmet due to the weather and the increased risk of off-season ridin', so it's been several months since I've gone without a lid. And just for the record, it was awesome.

But I digress...

As beautiful as it was outside, I still managed to run smack-dab into a rain squall after I left my grandmother's house. I had to ride through a few minutes of light rain, but the trade off was seein' this awesome rainbow. Doesn't matter how old I get, they never get old... one of the coolest natural occurrences I can think of. I yanked the Yami into a nearby parking lot and snapped off a few pictures. Cooler yet was that it was a double full rainbow, although unfortunately I couldn't get all of it in the pictures.

And a picture of my hair, just for grins. Some people spend hours and use several cans of hairspray to get their hair to look this awesome. I just go for a ride, sans helmet.

Gun Porn

Yesterday found me and Uncle John in Gettysburg for the Eagle Arms Gun Show. He'd been at this show before, but I'd never been able to get there to check it out before.

Lemme tell ya.... There is some serious gun porn over there. I figured we'd be there for an hour or two. We finally rolled out close to four hours later. Talk about a fuckin' redneck candy store! CharlieDelta would have died and gone to Heaven.

John was lookin' for a cheap pop gun to whack starlings around the farm, ad he walked away with an old Smith and Wesson 12-gauge for a steal. I'm pretty tight on my budget right now, but I grabbed up some ammuniton that I needed and got a good deal on a tactical stock and forearm kit for a decommisioned Mossberg 500 I have layin' around. Since it's just sittin' there lookin' old, I decided I might as well dress it up and do somethin' with it. More on that little project later.

Guns, guns and more guns.

Just for you, CD.

Black guns. I will have one someday.

I'm not sure what they are, but they're fucking amazing.

Friday Honky-tonk

From '84's Home With the Armadillo. He was featured on The Texas Connection several times, so I'm not sure when this was recorded.

Tragic

Long story short, a couple little teenage shitstains tried to rob and beat up a 65-year-old man on a rail trail in Eastern PA. He was able to defend himself against this assualt, as any good American should. You can read the whole story here.

The tragedy is that he didn't whack all three of 'em.

Cheers to you, sir!

I thought of CenTexTim as soon as I read this. I know he'll be pleased.

*Update with picture.... too good not to share!

Wednesday Grind

An orgy of metal....

Recorded live on 22 June, 2010 from Sofia, Bulgaria as part of the Sonisphere Festival.

Coast to coast

A friend of mine that I used to work with and her husband (who gave me the Yota) are in the process of movin' to Bethany Beach, Delaware, to take care of her mother. Awesomely enough, they'll be livin' about 300 yards away from the beach. They needed some help movin' their mattress and boxspring, and I had nothin' better to do, so we made a beach run yesterday.

Her husband used to live in Mexifornia and Oregon when he had the truck, so I know it saw the Pacific Ocean. I don't think he ever had it out this way, so since we were so close I took it to see the Atlantic. There was nobody on the beach so I went ahead and rolled right on up to the water. Good to know the ol' truck has now officially been coast to coast across this great land.

On a side note, it's been a few years since I've been across the Bay Bridge to the Eastern Shore. Sure was good to be back, and it was awesome seein' thousands upon thousands of geese. We used to deer hunt on the Shore several times every year, and I always enjoyed the sounds of geese flyin' over all day in the deer stand. I really miss doin' that... Maybe I'll get a MD license this year.

JoePa

I'm definitely not a State Penn fan, and I sure as shit wasn't a fan of their figurehead idol head coach. I wonder almost daily how I manage to put up with the inane antics of the girl I sleep next to every night, who was bred, born and raised to cheer everything Penn State. I guess I put up with it because she's beautiful.

But I digress.

I've been waitin' for years for the old bastard to swan-dive and die on the sidelines durin' a game. Don't get me wrong... I never wished for his death, I was just simply waitin' for it to happen. He predicted many years ago that he'd probably kick the bucket soon after his coachin' career came to an end, just like the Bear. Reckon he wasn't surprised or disappointed.

That said, college football took on a whole new light in November without him prowlin' the sidelines, and yesterday mornin' marked the end of an era. The only thing I liked about Paterno was that in this day in age of big schools changin' coaches like we change underwear, the one thing we could put money on was seein' ol' Joe on the sidelines in the fall. College football would be a better place if all schools and coaches could have that kinda long-term commitment to each other.

I can't say that I'll miss the man, but he meant an awful lot to a lot of my friends and lot of other people.