1200 miles in 52 hours. Yesterday alone was nearly 600 miles of riding that contained 4 mountain passes and 100 miles of 30-40mph headwinds. On top of that my chain decided to go from being good but nearing the end of the adjustment range to OMG – REPLACE ME NOW in the last 150 miles of the trip.
But what a lovely trip it was. I will be posting up a trip report and pictures tonight or tomorrow. But it’s time to shower and get my ass to the office.
Instead of selfie filled post, I am just going to post up a lot of pictures from my ride yesterday. Yesterday was the first day since getting the rear tire replaced (due to it getting double penetrated on Monday night) where the weather was good enough for me to get out and get it scrubbed in.
I am glad I did – it was nice just to take a chill ride down the coast.
While it may seem silly to wear a one-piece race suit on a really chill ride – it has become my normal wear when I decide to go out for the sake of riding. I have found that it really doesn’t change how I ride – which is a very good thing. I can see how someone could get more aggressive and ride faster than they should. But for me, there is something just right about riding around California in race leathers enjoying the scenery.
More important than being on the open road is looking around and seeing what is going on. The poppies are all in bloom down the coast. If I didn’t get off the bike and walk around for a bit, I would have never found this bunch of poppies just after I took my selfies.
Often all one needs in life is some roadside food. My goal was to grab lunch in Santa Cruz. But instead I have passed by Pie Ranch and realized that I have never stopped at it. This time I decided that I am going to stop there for pie. I wish I had someone with me to enjoy one of the larger pies like the Buttermilk Meyer Lemon Pie, but the Apple Pie pocket hit the spot.
While I typically take a small tail bag with me – I am not sure a small pie would have successfully made it home. But now I need to think about going to work and starting my Monday.
Yesterday I attempted to sell my car. However due to a huge mess with the California DMV, CarMax is unable to buy my car until California has things updated right. So despite having a free and clear title in hand I get to deal with the DMV tomorrow. *tears hair*
The good news is the new espresso machine has seemed to adjusted the grinder dosing (yes, the machine is self-learning). The coffee that is coming out of it is a lot better than my old machine. It appears that this grinder is grinding the coffee finer than the last machine. Also – the coffee is hotter. I was starting to suspect the old machine was reaching its last legs even before it broke. With it so cold, I decided that I needed to pre-warm my gear before hopping on Matte.
And I just did things for me today. Hopped on Matte and seeked out breakfast. I went to Apple Fritter and got a bacon hash and (finally) an Apple Fritter. This was the first time ever that they had apple fritters available when I have been there – since they often sell out. Once I finished my Fat Dog Agenda – I then headed up to the Treasure Island Flea – which is now the Treasure Island Fest.
Unfortunately this name change appears to be bad. One of my regular vendors I go to for tea and spices said next month will be their last. It has felt like for a bit that they are going higher end – and this is bad for me since it was one of the reasons I attended. Also I have noticed a drop in the more down to earth type of stands. Not everything needs to be 10 buck bars of organic goat milk soap or artisanal cupcakes. Sometimes we all need the cheap little stuff in our lives.
On the way back I stopped by Wicked Grounds. I noticed that I sometimes feel strange for having a life and interests outside of kink. Recently I have not been as active in the community due to many reasons. But also, I am tired of attending play parties and having nothing happen. My rule of thumb is if you want to have a scene with me, say something to me before and I can make it work. But I have hit the point where I have too much in my life to Stand and Model at an S&M party and have nothing happen.
Now I get to clean up the mess I made digging though lots of old mail for the hassles of yesterday.
Time flies when you are having fun. On this weekend a year ago, I brought home Matte from the dealer. Over this last year I have ridden 24,000 miles – something that I would have never guessed I would do. And looking at my spreadsheet – I have driven the car just a hair over 3,000 miles.
Today I am going to make a different thing happen that is just as scary as an American. I am going to sell my car. I took the car to CarMax this morning, and I got an appraisal a bit higher than expected. Might as well just do it instead of talking about it, especially before the redesign hits and knocks down the value further.
I think it’s time to write about this first year. I am going to keep this post updated with links to sub posts.
Yes, I am addicted. For the last two weeks, I went without having a super-automatic espresso machine after my old one decided to stop working. I am not complaining too much for getting 13 years out of it. I realized how much more coffee I was going through making French Press and I also missed the taste of espresso. It was time to order a new one. So I claimed any recognition points at work for amazon gift cards and bought one – no one will ever argue over saving 300 bucks on a device like this.
Now that my coffee is back to being controlled by robots – I will have more time for selfies again.
But thinking about it – I think I have a fetish of being controlled by robots. There will be more info about a personal project I am working on with a friend control me in sexual situations. Stay tuned.
As I was waking up I was thinking to myself this morning, “Why am I beating myself up?” Little setbacks lately have been ended up as major issues. I really need to stop doing that. But why is this happening?
I think this is one of the downsides of living in San Francisco. You are surrounded by many successful people (or at least they portray that they are successful) in both your personal life and corporate life. When you have friends who do porn, who are perfect looking, who have no issues hooking up – it amplifies all of your imperfections. The people I know who look up to me often are shocked that I have these insecurities – but I do.
And it is the same thing on the business side. I meet up with people who seem to be successful entrepreneurs, or they are successful in a specific niche. There are days I ask myself, what I am missing? What could I be doing different to tap into this market?
This all leads to having any setback feel like a huge blow. Be it my weight or issues with my career. By all means I am doing well on both fronts. When all you have to compare yourself are externally perfect – it is hard to keep a balanced perspective on your life. I need to break this cycle.
This is also a reminder to everyone that what someone externally portrays themselves as is not always the reality
Over the past few months, I have fallen out with a bunch of the habits I built up. More or less over the past few weeks I have gotten back on them and I should get back to posting my selfies here along with other social media sites. Over the next few days I am getting back to writing.
Writing these posts about what I am thinking really has helped center me. I don’t know how many people who follow me actually read them. In a way, It doesn’t matter if you are following me for my pictures or my thoughts. The goal for me is to just get what is spinning around my head down. Sometimes that’s all I need to get something that is building up out of me so I can get back to a sense of normalcy.
Many of these upcoming posts will be about having the motorcycle for a year. It has changed my life in many ways, mostly positive. And having gone head first into owning a sportbike there are many things I have learned that I think will be helpful next time someone asks me about learning to ride.
Also, selfies have also been hard for me since I have gained 10lbs due to work and family stress over the past few months. I have managed to get back on track again and will be getting myself back to it. The hardest thing to do is getting back to a running routine. 10lbs is enough to make your body hate you when running even a short distance like 5k.
But for now, here are some of my morning coffee selfies. It was too cold to run this morning, I will take a run after lunch and there may be more up later.
Happy New Year everyone. I know I have not been posting as much recently. Partly that has been due to finding a new outlet to let my mind reset. But as part of my goals for the year, I want to write more again. So my goal is to do two to three posts a week since that seems like a cadence that will work well. I will be posting about my road trip sometime over the next few days.
But I really want to talk about something that has been bugging me a lot. Lately a lot of my friends have been getting harassed on Facebook through post reviews. In the past, it was always hit and miss since there was a human involved. But now, it looks like Facebook’s algorithms are better than ever and they are relying on them more. Over the last few months, I have had nearly 10 friends put into Facebook Jail over images that would have passed through before.
In essence – Facebook is the new AOL. They are doing everything possible to keep you in their walls. When being placed in Facebook Jail is akin to losing your identity, we have a major problem. Over the last year, I have been trying to get more of my identity over to my blog here. And it is a challenge since even my mind has been reprogrammed to be addicted to likes and comments. And even former Facebook execs think so: Link to Gizmodo Article
There is a solution – Facebook should not be your only social media outlet. If you are going to post images that might hit this – I really recommend setting up your own site (like I have done), Tumblr (and even then I have reservations about Tumblr since they are now owned by Verizon), Twitter, or just something and then link to it. The cost to host your own site with a decent provider is maybe 10 bucks a month (and that includes my SSL cert).
I am going to be preaching this more over the year. As long as you let someone else own the means of distribution, you will always be at their whim. You will be subject to the psychological tricks they use to keep you roped in. I feel that you have no right to complain when the change the rules of the service you are using for free. When many of the people effected by it do have the means to pay for hosting somewhere, I don’t feel like I am out of line. Remember, you are the product to Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr, et. al. The Internet was founded by many people with their own simple sites sharing information, and we can get there again.
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