Face Full of America

Fixin to saddle up and ride the I-10 from sea to shining sea. Looking at the Google map, Texas is half the trip! Here’s what’s up (from Facebook Post)-

“Face Full of America Tour 2012″ – gonna be smellin’ the Gainesville green around mid April doin my easy rider thang, rollin the 10 from sea to shining sea on my ’04 Harley Davidson fxsti softail custom, leaving April 1st (ish) from Santa Monica, CA to Jacksonville FL, down to Miami, then wind around FL to see y’all on my way to pop’s 80th in ATL. After that, maybe Nashville, maybe Amsterdam…”

from sea to shining sea sea on my harley

white picket fence and the means to escape

T-minus 2 weeks and counting ’til liftoff.
From the Pacific to the Atlantic in about 2 weeks (depending) with stops in Tuscon, Austin, Dallas, New Orleans, and Pensacola. If you are family, friend or kind soul on this route, let me hear from ya! I’ll be coming in on a wing and a prayer, so a place to crash for the night would be really cool 🙂
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cheers
nick

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The Gigantic Fly in the Obamacare Ointment

It’s said that a man’s most prized possession is his health. Without good health, all else – life, love, food, etc., becomes, well, less.

And as much as I agree that to have a thriving and just society all members should carry their fair share of the weight, we already know that doesn’t happen (for many reasons). And because of that, I tend to side with the many that view wealthy tax cheats, be they individual persons or corporate “persons”,  as those that have prospered because our society has afforded them the opportunity to accumulate massive wealth (i.e. more than you need to stay alive) as, well, greedy, tightazz cheaterz. Which begs the refrain-
“Why should I pay if they don’t? Why squeeze me when so-and-so has so much more? ”

Now there’s a sentiment that crosses party lines.
Here’s another one:

“Why should I support another persons bad decisions?”

Let’s rewind a little bit… It’s a conservative idea espoused by the Heritage Foundation to the Nixon presidency that for “universal” health care to work in a capitalist system, you must support the capitalists by mandating all persons pay public dollars into private companies. So, for some of you that tend to think on the right side of things, this is not a left wing idea. (The “lefty” idea is single payer to a public, not-for-profit entity). And to really make health insurance “equitable”, the healthy must pay into the pool as well as the sick

So the gigantic fly in the obamacare ointment is that I, a person blessed with good health should have to pay for the person who suffers from:
1) high blood pressure but still eats those salt bombs from mcdonalds

2) diabetes but still goes the bar or ballgame and drinks beer

3) COPD because of years of smoking or living in a community with extremely bad air

4) cancer because of industrial pollution

et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

as long as there are people who don’t have faith in empirical science

as long as there are people who regard Michell Obama as a food nazi

as long as there are the mass of unenlightened (or just plain dumb)

and that a massive insurance lobby will say the individual mandate is “constitutional”

I absolutely refuse to pay into a system that would rather legislate than educate.

It perfectly matches our current for-profit health care system that treats the symptoms , but not the cause (can you say “Gas-X?)

In the words of my brethren from back in the day,

“Hell No! We Won’t Go!”

… and this, from a social libertarian.

Handicap Placard Abuse – the Movie

 

Just when you think we’re almost civilized, I couldn’t help but notice that my street, in the lower east side of Beverley Hills, aka Carthay Circle, seems to be a parking lot for the disabled. It’s a quiet, tree lined street situated behind the office towers on Wilshire Boulevard. Because of the proximity to these office buildings, there is “permit parking” for residents (and their guests) only from 8am to 6pm. That’s primarily so the residents of these vintage, upper middle class single family homes and their guest(s) can park. Otherwise, we’d be overrun by people who would rather not pay the parking fees in the more than ample parking structures and adjacent lots.

permit parking sign and handicap placard abuser

Handicap Placard Abuse

Why a disabled person would want to park a block away is subject to speculation. Parking so far away when there are handicap spots right outside the door of their destination (by law)  is an indication of “handicap placard abuse”. The problem is, not enough manpower to enforce the laws regarding the the privilege afforded those who genuinely need the access.

Most of these abusers appear to be office workers, because these vehicles park all day in spite of of the permit parking signs.

cars with foreign consulate plates abusing restricted street parking

How cheap can you get?

And don’t get me goin on the consulate tags. Are these foreign entities so cheap they cant afford parking for their intelligence agents? (you should see these guys! Every spy a prince!)

On the Road w Kara Kloudz

Road trips. Where I live, in what I call the “lower east side” of Beverly Hills, you don’t have to go far to leave the city behind. Situated near the foothills of the Santa Monica mountain range, it’s a relatively short ride from this urban core to the wild west we saw on TV and movies. When I get a brain cramp or just need to get in the wind, I simply roll up north on San Vicente to the Sunset Strip, make a left at the Whisky a go go, take Sunset west to the PCH, make a right, then get lost for a few hours. It’s even better when you have a really good rider come with. I guess that’s why I’ve stayed here the past 30 years. You can’t do this in Miami.

 celebrating life on top of topanga with nick and his harley davidson motorcyle

because we can

This is how we spend our Mondays. My friend lives in the ‘hood on the Strip, so it was a cool ride all the way to our li’l bit of heaven. I ride her to my secret view spot, where on a clear day you can see downtown LA 40 miles away, with mountains for a backdrop, and to the right, all of Santa Monica bay and Catalina. It just so happened that there was a German tourist with his camera capturing the scene. Turned out it was a professional photographer for iStock (score!). He took the shot of us on the bike, just as we were about to get in the wind.

Kara and Nick on red Harley Davidson at the top of Topanga

monday in socal - a good day can last 4evr

 

 
After a fantastic ride, we stop for a delicious lunch at Inn of the 7th Ray in Topanga before the last leg home.

lunch with kara at the inn of the 7th ray topanga panini and pasta on a mellow monday

"gas, grass or ass - nobody rides for a turkey panini"

next stop – Ojai

cheers
nick
100 mph daily

100mph. Daily.

HI here’s the new blog- as per my profile blurb-
“a Professional Harley Rider in Los Angeles – Adventure daily and 100 mph + at least once a day on my big 88 cubic inch Harley Softail. This blog is recorded ramblings and assorted adrenalin fueled thoughts in the daily life of a motorcycle messenger, the places I go, the people I meet and how I got this way. Part travelogue, part zen meditation, all true. From A-list residences to inside the big movie and recording studios and the banks that finance them, who’s fighting over what in the courts and strange things in the sky. Come with me to places you’d never go, and people you’d never meet in the course of your daily life, the folks behind the curtain, in this miraculous metropolis known as El Lay.”
Cheers!

88 Cubic inches of fuel injected "go fast", my 2004 Harley Davidson FXSTi Softail

88 Cubic inches of fuel injected "go fast"