Posts tagged: mountains
Impressive and smart of those Eagles and how they prey upon mountain goats. What’s not impressive is some of those idiot comments people left on the video, people want to eat, but no one wants to get their hands dirty to get the food to eat.
I don’t believe I ever posted this photo on Tumblr before. This was my first mountain ride when I moved back to Virginia when I left Active Duty Navy in 2009.
Now how I ended up going on this ride well that was unplanned. Basically I had been all over google maps looking for roads in Goochland/Powhatan Counties in Virginia to ride. So I was making my way up SR 711 (Huguenot Trail) and as I came up upon the intersection of the 711 and 522, there was a BP gas station on my right. 2 guys with motorcycles at the pumps, they heard me coming down the road, and one guy just threw his arms up at me. So I went around and pulled into the BP and asked if they knew some good roads. Basically I was told we’ll that’s where we are going, and so it began for me, the at least 100 trips up to SR 56 along the part named “Crabtree Falls HWY” and many other roads in the western part of Virginia.
Note* Once time me and a buddy counted what we considered turns on google maps, and I think the 10 or 11 miles stretch of this road that goes through George Washington park I know we counted over 200 turns.
Scrolling through my previous posts, I think this picture does the best to sum up why I loved motorcycles and riding. Not to be in a club, or at a gas station hanging out, or who can go the fastest from one stop light to the next downtown in 100 meters. It was so I could be free, to enjoy life and other beautiful things about it, the mountains in George Washington park behind me, the calm and beauty, just a few friends who all love to ride enjoying and living why they love to ride. I’ll get back there, or at least I hope I do assuming my medical condition steaming from my TBI doesn’t put a permanent end to that. And even if it does, the thought of doing something motorcycle vise for Veterans and Active Military alike has been a constant thought in my mind for quite a while now.
In a perfect world I would not live where I live or do what I do. I’d move elsewhere in the mountains of the norther Rocky’s of western Montana, or Easter Idaho, or even up to Alaska. Being one with God’s green earth, without the interference of Bullshit from other people and the endless drama that we create and for what, what good does it bring us as a people as a whole? Just my Guns, my family, my Jeep, my Stihl chain saw, and the forest enjoying life just making it, you know surviving without having to depending on anything or anyone else for it. Nothing like felling a tree, cutting it up into mill logs and or for fire wood. You know, well some know splitting wood with nothing but a maul or splitting axe, and that smell in winter or that oak burning. Love that smell can’t wait for it this winter to be honest. Guess my life and the events of my life made me who I am. I never grew up in the city, but I never grew up in the country either. I was born in the mountains in the Philippines, but I’m still southerner at the same time, the only Filipino Redneck I know of, and the only pacific islander or Asian I know of that talks with a southern accent. My first job ever was tree work and logging along with some contract grass maintenance for the first year. And to those of you who have never done logging or tree work and or at least for my old boss, it’s flat out the most physically demanding thing I have ever done in my life. So I guess you could say living on the land and the outdoors are part of my genetics, in my DNA, but also learning about felling trees brought a new respect for nature and living. I guess it’s like this my daddy instilled “a honest day’s work” in me, while my first job/boss instilled “you’ll work your ass off and get er done.” And truth is ain’t neither one of those ever failed me.
I still can’t believe it’s been over 14 months since I last rode my motorcycle. This was one of the last riding video’s I put together before I left, My 2011 Riding Review. But at the same time I cannot wait to start filming again and putting together video’s.
First off I want to say that this is not my work, but the work of someone else. I greatly admire this video, the simplicity of it and yet the passion that is shown for what one loves to do is remarkable.
I myself like motorcycling, and it’s been 14 months since I have been on a ride to the mountains. Ironic it is winter as I have returned, the bike needs work before it hits the street once again. But for me this video holds more value than just motorcycling. It’s the hope of the future, of better things to come, living life and most of all enjoying life, and loving life and all those people and things who make it up.
That’s how I see it, living and loving life while we can and are able to, because it’s never a promise that will will live to be that nice old age and say we saw years come and go and watched as things changed. So enjoy life now never later, because later may never come.
Morning sunrise at FOB Hadrian in Afghanistan.
My 2011 Riding Review
Stop Motion of my final group ride and also my final long ride of the year and for a very long time also.
Did my last long group ride to the mountains today. I personally rode around 330 miles from my house and back. It’s always nice to see the riding buddies and meet new ones. Road on some good roads, took some pictures, no one crashed, tires gripped well considering how cool it was in the mountains, and had a damn good lunch at Devils Backbone off the 151.
Going out today to ride my motorcycle to the hill with friends, the normal Sunday ride route which just so happens to be my Final Ride of this kind for a very long time which sucks but the FZ will be awaiting my return. Then when I get back after I get the forks sent off and reworked, it will be on once again.
Teaser video I made for a contest I entered months ago, the file size is small enough to upload here so enjoy. Yes I love to ride motorcycles.
Oh how I miss riding my motorcycle and will miss it even more when I’m gone.