This is a story of unforeseen circumstances, of serendipity.
I ended up in Bedford VA last night. As chance would have it, the National D-Day memorial is located in Bedford, a small town in the Blue Ridge mountains of VA. I spent the morning at the memorial park. It was a powerful experience
Why Bedford? It’s because of The Bedford Boys. The town of 4,000 sent 35 young men off to war with a parade and much fanfare in early 1941. 23 never returned. They were part of the initial assault wave to hit Omaha beach. 19 were killed in the first 10 minutes. 4 more in the ensuing inland invasion. Bedford had the highest proportional losses of any town in the country. Hence the decision to built the memorial in this small town. The story of the Bedford Boys is tragic.
There are forces active in our country today that seek to erase and rewrite history, destroying memorials as they go. They are misguided, evil or both. I hope they don’t come for the D-Day memorial. There have been regimes in the modern era that have, to varying degrees of success, took action to erase and rewrite history, destroying buildings and artifacts of their history along the way. The Russian Communists, the Chinese Communists, the Khmer Rouge, are examples.
Our country’s history has been both glorious and uplifting as well as sad and tragic. But it is our history. Our history. It can not be undone. It should not be erased and rewritten. What happened to the Indians was tragic. Slavery was very bad. It when against our founding and fundamental principles of Liberty and Justice for all. “All men are created equal”. The southern “Lost Cause” movement was a specious narrative. There is no moral justification for slavery. But we need not allow our history to be erased and rewritten, and our memorials destroyed. If the south wants to honor the brave men that fought for what they wrongly thought was a righteous cause, we should let them. Unfortunately, the misguided and evil forces of active today have had some success. And governments of all levels have kowtowed to them in many cases. It’s sad. Our history happened. It can not be undone. We should remember the good, the bad, and the ugly.
Remember our History
Remember the Bedford Boys
Never Forget
It began, as all these sorts of things do, with an innocent remark, “The sink in my bathroom seems to be leaking a little. Could you look at it when you get a chance?”
As every married man knows, real message was, “There's water under the sink which can only get worse by the minute. Declare a crisis and call 911. NOW!”
I dutifully went to inspect the errant sink and did indeed find water under the cabinet. Hardly a gusher, more like an intermittent drip. The little arm that raised and lowered the stopper needed tightening and that seemed to fix it.
But, of course, it didn't.
“That stopper doesn't stop anything and needs a new one.”
OK, that shouldn't be too difficult
So off to Home Depot for a new drain and stopper.
But, of course, it was. To separate the pipes the hoses had to be disconnected and the sink lifted out.
Once the sink was out I realized it was past its Best By date and needed replacing as long as I had it all apart.
So off to Home Depot for a new sink.
Back in the bathroom the new sink turned out to be an oval unit rather than the round one I thought I selected. I had carefully matched all the numbers but still got it wrong.
So off to Home Depot for a new new sink.
I realized that the card with the item number for the oval sink was next to the round sink in the display and only by carefully checking the small print did I find the correct part number. The lady at the Returns counter was very nice and I checked out with the new new sink. And a couple of new work lights I saw along the way.
I spread the adhesive on the new new sink, set it into place, checked the alignment and all was well. Until I bent over to check the clearance from below. The new new sink's drain was ~2 ½” over from the old sink and didn't align with the drain pipe coming out of the wall.
OMG, they have a flex pipe for just such problems as I have. Think of the flex straws you used to suck up chocolate milk when you were a kid.
Rushing home with the solution in hand I found that there was not enough room and not enough flex. I was able to force it together but it leaked worse than when I started.
The solution was simple, cut the drain pipe coming out of the wall and install a new slip joint. Simple but one miscalculation and it was going to be tearing out the wall time.
I called Matt at Matthew's Plumbing and asked Matt to drop by at his earliest convenience. As Dirty Harry put it, “A man's got to know his limitations.”
At least the drive to Home Depot is scenic.
Well, I made it. A few hiccups along the way but I think I've stayed true to my intentions. I've had a lot of fun doing it and have found a few insights about myself along the way. The important part is that I set a goal and followed through. I'm pretty easy going and patient so sticking to a deadline each day is not in my normal character. Not that I'm lazy, let's just say that I'm good at prioritizing and most things just aren't that big a priority.
I like writing. It both clears and focuses my mind. Typing at a keyboard is good for this but writing on a piece of paper is even better. I was once told, “If you can't explain it, you don't know it.” I will leave you with three books that are worth reading on this subject:
On Writing Well – William Zinsser
Writing To Learn – William Zinsser
Thinking On Paper – V.A. Howard, J.H. Barton
To all the people who
subscribed (and endured) the past 100+ days, thanks for coming along. Your remarks and encouragement have meant a lot to me. I'll continue to write about my thoughts and record my trips but, for
now, I think I'll take a short break.
When traveling I like to keep all sorts of notes. Where I stopped for lunch, how much gas I got in what town or village, maybe a quote from somebody I met along the way. I have all sorts of notebooks from trips, large and small, that I have kept through the years.
I keep threatening to transcribe them but I doubt I ever will. I started once but the computer I used is obsolete and the disks are not compatible with anything I have now.
Even when I tried it I could only half remember the context for many of the entries. I tried to annotate with remarks but that made the job all the more onerous and the project languished. I can type better and faster now so maybe I'll try again when I'm old and installed in some elder care facility.
The problem is that I'd rather be out filling up new notebooks instead of sitting at my computer pecking away while I drool on the keyboard. Besides, who would read any of it. It would be nice if there was an affordable voice to text editor that I could just talk to. I could read an entry and explain the circumstances. That might be interesting if accompanied with a couple of good stiff drinks.
I think there is a lot of personal and family history that is being lost for lack of writing it down. Once there were family Bibles that maintained a continuity through generations. Now there is fakebook and tictok that have all the persistence of dew in the desert. What will future generations think when all they have are videos of cats riding Roombas and pictures of people doing stupid things?
My recommendation is Rite in the Rain. I like the #372 lined paper for most of my notes and the #352 grid paper for diagrams or sketches. I keep them in a #200 binder, the lined paper in front and the grid paper in back so I can grab one and insert it into flow. I've found the C9200 cover is handy because it has pockets to tuck away tickets or cards that I want to save. It's a tidy way to keep things together and protect them.
Lastly I like the Fisher Bullet Space Pen to write with. I have a simple brass one that has taken a beating and lasted forever. It fits nicely into a pocket on the binder cover above. Over the years the sweat and grime from my hand has given it a nice patina.
Even if I, or anyone
else, never read the notes, it's fun to write them down and capture
an instant in time and of my life. It clarifies the moment and brings it
into sharp focus. Writing it down helps me see things I often didn't
even know I'd seen.
People often ask me about adventures and travel and what I might or might not recommend. In the summer. I say, “Just Go!”
In the winter it's a little different in the Great White North. I know that some hardy souls convert their bikes to winter sleds but I'm all for staying close to home where it's warm. Reading accounts of other's adventures is always a pleasant way to pass the time until spring returns.
My favorite adventure book has nothing to do with motorcycles. West With The Night by Beryl Markham is the book that hooked me on travel, especially in Africa.
Forget those two loonies and their camera crew, this is the real deal. She grew up training race horses in Kenya. She then learned to fly and was the first woman to cross the Atlantic east to west which is against the prevailing headwinds. Hers is the story of a life time.
It's a great book that's easy to read and hard to put down. No less than Ernest Hemingway said,
“ [she] can write rings around all of us who consider ourselves as writer. ”
I've given away dozens of copies. As a loyal reader I'd be happy to
send one to you too. Just drop me a note.
Imagine that the you had just graduated from the University of Vienna and were at a celebratory dinner with lots of guests. Your home is in New York and the question comes up, “How are you getting home?”
Fly? That's pretty easy and convenient. Ship? Leisurely and relaxing after all the years of study. Maybe see a little of Europe before heading back to The States?
Robert Edison Fulton Jr's (REF) answer in 1932 was, “I am going to ride around the world on a motorcycle!”
When people think of motorcycle adventure books they most often focus on Jupiter's Travels by Ted Simon. It's a wonderful book that makes a mockery of any phony reality show. Ted was was the real Been There, Done That rider who went with what had when it was time to go. I met him once and he signed my copy. A fantastic and humble guy who tells it like it was with no punches pulled. A hell of a book!
REF's book is no less fascinating. He heads out from London and tours through the middle east and Asia on his way home. Some of the photos he took are straight out of Lawrence of Arabia.
Names like Kabul and Kandahar fill the pages of the book, familiar to us now in the daily news, but foreign and exotic back then. Bombay, Malaysia, and China are points along the way. All on a two cylinder Douglas motorcycle that was overloaded to the max.
The book is One Man Caravan and I highly recommend it while we are cooped up and locked down. It's out of print and either unavailable at the usual second hand book sellers or outrageously priced. However, there is a Kindle edition for $11 that is more affordable. I should obviously take better care of my edition.
This is funny – The next time you and your spouse/partner get into an argument and they are really ripping, grab a towel and drape it over their shoulders. Announce loudly, “Now you are Super Mad!”
They will either break out laughing, Or kill you!
When a man says he will do something you can be sure he will do it. There is no need to keep reminding him every six months.
The problem with trying to do something is that there is always something that needs to be done first.. Today I was going to vacuum the house. Eazee-Pezee, right? Hardly!
As I started in the hallway the plug pulled out of the wall socket for the lebenty-lebenth time. Arghh! I had been promising myself I would fix it for a very long time and decided that today was the day.
Because I'm such a good planner I already had a new socket. In fact, I had several of them for all of the other sockets I planned to replace. Gathering up my tools I went downstairs to turn off the circuit so that I didn't light myself up like a dim bulb. Then I went back upstairs, plugged in a desk lamp, and called my dear sweet wife to watch when the lamp went off so I'd know when I switched off the right circuit. Back downstairs to the panel and start switching things off. It was, of course, the last switch I checked.
Back upstairs I dismantled the switch and connected the new one. I worked my way through school wiring fire control panels on nuclear submarines so this was pretty elementary. Task completed. I tightened down the face plate and went downstairs again to switch on the circuit. No sparks or flames so job well done.
Back to the vacuuming, but first – set all the clocks that had been reset when I turned off the circuits looking for the right one.
Now, back to the vacuuming. Looking good until the rotary brush got tangled with the fringe on one of the area rugs. Happens all the time – just untangle it and hit the little red Reset button. But first - go find a small pointed instrument to push on the button.
Found it but the system is not resetting so put it on the kitchen counter and disassemble it. No problem, I took apart six cylinder, four valve, double overhead cam motorcycle engines so this is a piece of cake. Nothing looks wrong except that the light bulb is burned out.
Downstairs again to look up the bulb and order it on Amazon. Why is it that one bulb costs $9 but two bulbs cost $10.35? Six for only $13.50 as if I thought the machine would ever last that long.
Back upstairs to button
up the attachment and get to work. Ding-Dong. Oh look, the friends I
was cleaning the house for have arrived. Oh well, They don't care and I can always vacuum
next week.
A couple of friends and
I are planning a motorcycle rally to be known as the Six Corners of Utah Rally.
It's in the form of a scavenger
hunt but the goal is to collect places and not things. We are
tentatively targeting Memorial Day but that may get shifted depending
on how quickly we can get everything organized.
Instructions:
There is no entry fee. However if you wish to make a donation to help cover costs a jar will be available at the sign-in desk.
You must sign up at least 24 hours before the rally date in order to be entered for scoring. The website is at 6cornersrally.org
You may choose a class when you sign up. You can only enter one class.
Street – any bike allowed
Small – 200cc or less
Scooter – 12” wheels or smaller
Vintage – 1980 or older
The destinations will be sorted into themes.
Urban warriors – SLC area
Unlimited – anywhere in Utah
Adventure – many dirt roads
6 Corners – all the Welcome to Utah signs
Destinations will be scored by distance and difficulty. Destinations farther away and/or the more difficult to get to will score more points.
The currently planned Rally start is Liberty Park in SLC.
On the morning of the Rally you will be given a shop towel with a letter or number on it.
At 9:30 a list of destinations with point values will be available.
You will have up to 30 minutes to plot your best course of action.
At 10am the Rally will officially begin. Ending time to be determined.
At each destination you will park in front of the indicated sign or landmark, place your shop towel prominently on your bike, and take a picture of it with your phone.
You will then text that picture to Rally Central to be scored.
Only 1 phone number per entry is allowed.
At the end of the rally the points will be totaled and participant scores will be posted on the website. Everyone will be emailed a certificate with their score and the position in their class.
The purpose of this rally is to have fun and enjoy the great state we live in!
Ride Smart and Ride Safely. Don't come whining to us if you get a speeding ticket!
Here are some of my favorite movies:
Lawrence of Arabia – I was a kid when this came out and I was totally fascinated with Lawrence. The scope and grandeur of the film were enough to win 7 Academy awards, including Best Picture and Best Director. I read his biography and his book, The 7 Pillars of Wisdom. At the time I was sure that it was indicative of some future role for me to play in the world. It could possibly have inspired my love of the desert.
The Americanization of Emily – James Garner at his best as a “Practicing Coward” It's a spoof about the absurdity of war and the people who think dying is an act of courage. A young Julie Andrews gets to play a real person instead of the Mary Poppins persona she later assumed.
Dear Frankie – For every kid who has no father or was ignored by the one they had, this movie will tug at their heart. It's not sad but rather shows the real connections a family can have. It's not a romance movie but a movie about the depths of real love. Emily Mortimer and Gerard Butler give outstanding performances
Love Actually – Although I'm a sucker for Vanessa Hudgens Christmas movies, Love Actually is my favorite for the holidays. It's bitter-sweet with thrilling hits and heart breaking misses. In the end, it's all the things we've all been through. An all star cast but for me Bill Nighy steals the show.
Son of Rambow – Simply put, this is the kid you wanted to be when you were a kid. So much exuberance and energy that only kids could possibly have. If this doesn't put a smile on your face, you're dead!
Grosse Pointe Blank – School reunions can be deadly and assassination can be fun. John Cusack at his best. This movie has so many funny moments that I couldn't count them all if I tried. How often does a woman get a marriage proposal in the middle of a gun fight? Here's a question – is Joan Cusack the most underrated actress in Hollywood?
The
Way Way Back – I usually avoid coming of age movies but this
one hits the mark dead center bullseye! In fact it was almost too
close to home for me in parts. Awkward and funny by turns but all
very true to life. The water slide scenes are hysterical.
Today's program will be interrupted for this important announcement.
Free speech is being attacked on all sides. Hong Kong was promised autonomy when it was repatriated from the U.K. However, as we can all see, it's independence is being crushed by the forces in Beijing who demand subservience to their rule. Myanmar suffered a military coup and its citizens are being shot in the street for raising their voices.
In the U.S. People are not yet being jailed or murdered for differing opinions but cancel culture is doing the same thing on a more insidious scale.
I remember a PBS broadcast some years back when young Germans said they were tired of being cast as Nazis. “We were not even born when the Reich was in power!” Now, even a microsecond of hesitation will cast any white person as a racist. In fact, not apologizing for the color of their skin is an admission of guilt according to the “woke”.
A political science teacher I once had said that it was impossible to make ideas safe for people, the only path forward was to make people safe for ideas. The only way for that was an education that openly debated concepts and the facts. In other words, Free Speech.
That seems to be what the new agenda fears most. Cancel culture seeks to silence any opposing views. Are there bad people with bad ideas? Of course there are, on both sides. Only open an open forum without fear of reprisal will expose them.
What the new progressives want is power by any means. By cloaking themselves in a mantle of righteousness and casting guilt upon any that oppose them they are no different than the ones they wish to depose. Socialism? Look to Venezuela for a shining example. Benevolent ruler? How about Che Guevara who was a blood thirsty megalomaniac. The thing that characterizes both regimes is the suppression of free speech. That and a population that wants to change the repression for freedom.
I was a member of Students for a Democratic Society for a short time when I was young. It didn't take me long to realize that most of the leaders were in it for their own ego trip. They assured themselves that only they could see clearly and that the ends justified the means. Anyone who didn't agree 100% was the enemy and must be silenced.
We can't turn back the clock and reverse the actions of our predecessors but we can avoid repeating them by open discussion and not silence.
The only thing for the triumph of evil is for good people to do nothing.
-- Edmund Burke
The Who said it best in 1971.
We'll
be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And
the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred
us on
Sit in judgement of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun
sings the song
I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take
a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all
around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then
I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
The
change, it had to come
We knew it all along
We were liberated
from the fold, that's all
And the world looks just the same
And
history ain't changed
'Cause the banners, they are flown in the
last war
I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow
for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all
around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then
I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
No,
no!
I'll move myself and my family aside
If we happen to be
left half alive
I'll get all my papers and smile at the sky
Oh
I know that the hypnotized never lie
Do ya?
There's nothing
in the streets
Looks any different to me
And the slogans are
replaced, by the bye
And a parting on the left
Is now a parting
on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight
I'll
tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new
revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my
guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees
and pray
We don't get fooled again
Don't get fooled again
No,
no!
Meet the new boss
Same as the old boss
How do I love thee, let me count the ways …
Or
How do I love bikes, let me count them all …
The plan is to take the three bikes plus the parts I've accumulated over the past few years to restore my original bike and make one more complete bike for a daily rider. The goal is to do it this summer and ride it down to Baja.
This is the 50th anniversary of On Any Sunday and it only seems proper to ride the same bike that started the very first Baja 1000 down to Mexico.
Stay tuned!
I suppose that kids nowadays think of Transformers, or comic book super heroes, or Harry Potter characters as the ideals they want to pattern their lives after. When I was a kid it was John Wayne or Steve McQueen. Manly men who could do anything, win any fight, and always get the girl in the end.
What I did have was a brain and a knack for seeing through people. I could figure out what they wanted and find ways to convince them that punching me was not it. A smart mouth got me into trouble but just as often got me back out of trouble.
Garner always got the
girl, but I'd have to wait awhile for that. In the mean time I'd just
do the “Aw Shucks” routine and tell them that hitting me would be
more embarrassing for them than painful for me. Mostly, it worked.
