repairs made, now the drudge work

WET SANDING

for those that know, I need say nothing else, RIght?

At least I only need to sand the one side, the outside hull.   the inside can be rough and most no one will notice (especially that section under the seat,,,)  That outside though: gotta be smoother than a babies bottom.   Not far from it now, but to feather that out into the current un-damaged areas,,,  that takes more elbow grease.   Gotta blend it all up before I go slappin’ more epoxy on top of it.

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I got nothin’ much to add to things right now.   To be quite honest, I am doing a bit more introspection than watching the world at large currently.   Trying to figure out why I keep looking back down the roads I have traveled to get to here/Now.  

And part of that is wanting to bring some of those things forward again,,, like the Bikes,,,  

Why?   I rode down those roads once upon a past,,,   I rode them solo, for the most part, about like I am with the Kayaks now,,,   Occasionally picking up a ‘run’ and riding with others, (like a kayak race,) or the weekend of friends going out and just putting miles on (like hitting the Pigeon or Buck for whitewater)  

And I built up a couple of bikes in my days, much like building a kayak on my porch.   I have a couple of basket cases under my belt to ‘brag’ about,,, Sorely wish I had never sold that 920 to buy a Honda Civic,,, all because my area manager felt I needed to be more ‘residential’ or something like that,,,still amazes me that money can intimidate me into irrational choices against my nature.  (I don’t see wealth as a dollar figure, but a character trait.   Some of the ‘wealthiest’ people I know are dirt poor and some of the wealthiest people I know of, are Spiritually bankrupt.  Does that make sense?)

But what gives,,, what am I desiring out of that ‘lifestyle’?   Is it the ‘lifestyle’ I am chasing, or just that sense of freedom, that riding horses, even iron ones, seems to give.   Certainly is why I like kayaks over canoes or power boats.   (though to give credit where due, a canoe can haul a ton more material with less hassle.)

Certainly its not the ‘Outlaw’ vision that so many equate with it.   That shit doesn’t  do a danged thing for me.    Played in that arena while out west and left it when I came back east.    And why I rode with no colors and solo for so many years.    Still have my colors mind you, and INDEPENDENT is prominent,,,   Just chose not to sport such and keep the bullshit to a minimum.

Maybe I made the mistake of listening to the rumble of pipe again,,,,   That siren song left over from when I was a kid and saw (more like FELT) my first Bike Run through the hills of Flagstaff AZ.   Dunno how many bikes were in that run, but the rumble could be felt minutes before the first bike was in view and lingered deep inside for days,,,,

Certainly nothing kayaks can reproduce, even when there are 120 of them present,,, LOL.  Completely different spiritual realms between the two ‘loves’.   Maybe its just the gearhead in me wanting a fix that isn’t “chevy” powered.  You know of what I speak: that rush when you twist the wick on that candle and the horse roars to life, launching you down the road,,,, No rush quite like it, unless you are into top fuel drag cars, or high-performance warbirds,,,

I dunno,,, it’s muhnday night, Need to head to bed soon (up late for me actually) and my brain doesn’t want to shut down just yet,,,

Time for a night cap and shut eye, and maybe something will gel up and leave me at peace with myself,,,, at least for a few hours.