Yeah, Definitely Yeah 👻

This.

Blessed Beltane to all my brothers and sisters. Keep Fire in your hearts, and may the coming days be better for us all! (Blessed Samhain to my brothers and sisters in the Southern Hemisphere. Same message applies!)

Leaf making, and adding to the piece

Marked Not Safe From Electromagnetic Energy today

(Mainly that left elbow. There weren't enough holes in the titanium hardware, so they went for surgical steel) The knee is more recent, just an old guy thing...

#motorcycle crash #we can rebuild him #feckin gravity

Clear enough, ain't it?

Morena, 5 years old. Photography by my son, R. Gunner V.

Making my Loki a happy girl, one project at a time

I am an older fella. Not ashamed to cry, at all. Some of my dearest brothers and sisters have referred to me as "The Sensitive Biker", and we all have a good laugh, because it's true. There is a time when I am crying, that being on the wrong side of me might be a bad thing: I have been known to cry while infuriated...and those who've known me a long time have seen it. And yes, I am pleasd to be able to feel that intensely. There was a time when I had no feelings at all, except rage, and I bottled that shit down deep. Over 33 years ago I made some changes in my life, found and healed that guy inside, and allowed myself to let it out in healthy fashion, whether in laughing or crying, or simply letting myself love life as it is. Have a great day!

Backup accomplished... and now I wait

Back before I started wearing a helmet whilst on the bike...age and a nasty wreck reconfigured my thinking, as opposed to my head or face. Not to mention the look on my Loki’s face as she was coming into the hospital foyer, with thoughts of my stepping off in her head. Rumor mill had me pretty much done. Not this time!

Neighborhood Watch, 16 months old now.