A little rig that i built for my son. it's heavy, a real led-sled.
cleaning out the toolbox.

managed to get outta town on friday night for a sorta impromptu getaway. slapped together, surf trip on the smallest of small scale. overnight. get off work, get some pals and get running for the border. down the I-5 for a couple hours and turn left. It rained, it was cold, and we had new guys with us, so it was a little sedate. but nonetheless, it was good to get gone. 13-15 foot swells.





typical rock and roll band pose for the the back of the new album....why?

high, and low...

man, sometimes you wonder just what and why the fuck shit happens. well, actaully, i know why, but knowing doesn't make it any easier. it was one of those days. i usually try to reserve my snivilling to my own head, although i'm not very good at hiding my displeasures at anything. i guess today was the balance of life right before my own eyes.contrast, the best and the worst... It started out great, my buddy and his wife had a baby boy this morning! they're a wicked cool couple and the kid is gonna have a great life. then a couple hours later i checked my facebook (like you checked yours), and read the status of another friend, not so close, but a friend nonetheless. it read: "i miss my gracie, grace passed away this morning"....grace is his daughter, she's about a year old or so and suffered some difficulties from birth. i forget the terms, enlarged ventricles in the brain. geez. one birth, one death, same morning. how am i drawn into this? my wife was the the doula for the first couple who had the baby boy, and as for baby grace, when we found out that we were pregnant with our daughter we learned that she had the same issues as grace. however, our daughter was born perfectly healthy and all that. when we found out that grace's folk were about to go down the same road we tried to encourage them and let them know that there is hope. now what do i say?
I still believe in hope, i believe there is a positive behind this. I hope they do. they are awesome encouraging, and inspiring folks. it still sucks greasy balls though.

so i 've been looking for a project for a while now. finally found something that's gonna work. i scored a little motosikle to work on. it was destined (on it's way ) to the crusher when i got hold of it. i've wanted a project bike for awhile and now have it. an 81 honda cm 400. a small bike, but being a 400 it will be cheaper to insure. it is pretty much a basket case, but i like the idea of making it into something sweet. it's totally not the type of bike that people "fix up", but that's just another reason to do it. here is a pic of what the bike looks like, sort of. this is a generic pic, but the color is the same and you get the idea. when i got the bike it had no seat and didn't run.i think it had been stolen and it has no reggie papers. so the first step is to get it registered. then on with the show.




it's all apart now and looks like this;



here we go.