AMEN! Back in another lifetime (late 70s with a Kawi Z1), I lived in Steamboat but spent way too many summer weeks painting and taping up in Green River and Rock Springs, the worst being the job in Jeffrey City painting inside a uranium mill. All those places along 80 there -- the wind, the white mud, the black files -- gawd awful. Steamboat and most of the rest of the area off 40 is the bliss and beauty opposite.
The scars maybe healed from your point of view but the rest of the world is still feeling and seeing the pain. +1 on good drugs though.Amen. I was unfortunate enough to have lived in Rock Springs for three years. It took a while, but therapy and meds have cured most of those scars. I only get the occasional nightmare now.
Are those bars of soap being used as knee-pucks?
HA!! You absolutely get it! The Tugboat, the VI, the Longbranch, and was it Dos Amigos?
That's okay....your windy post confirmed your status.HA!! You absolutely get it! The Tugboat, the VI, the Longbranch, and was it Dos Amigos?
If I could pick a time, go back and get stuck in the repeat cycle, that'd probably be it, though the years that followed in Tahoe City would be awfully close.
Hayden with the hayfields gently rippling in the breeze, the contrasting greens of the pines and aspens on the mountains their backdrop? Strawberry Park and the hot springs, Buffalo Pass. Or the Yampa river valley to the south off Rabbit Ears. (I sprayed the coal tar epoxy in the diversion tunnels through the dam of what is now Lake Catamount.) Elk River road on the bike. Mount Zirkel Wilderness on horseback. Running up to Fish Creek Falls and back every afternoon getting ready for ski season.
And most definitely -- what was maybe the best snow year of all time -- the winter of '77 - '78. 108 days that year, never anything less than A+++ conditions -- the pines as snow sculptures on the summit of Mt. Werner, 8 foot wind drifts of powder to bust through and launch heading into Priest Creek, chasing one another through the fluff and powdered bumps in the glades there, the Closet with perpetual epic conditions! BC liftline, Whiteout, Hurricane and Twister and the trees in between. Dayum!!! I miss being young, stress free and living there in that time.
RIP Little Jack -- you were the best ever.
OK -- end of hijack -- the topic was FJR assholes, right?
A question of sequence comes to mind here . . . . .
Dang.Divorced in 2004, he moved back to Oklahoma (where we are from) in 2005, and died a year later 2006 at the age of 38. Drinking at a friends house, fell down the stairs, three days in a coma, drove down with the kids (ages 15 & 14 at the time), made the decision with the rest of his family to turn off the machines and finite'.
Honestly, I was glad I was in another state when it happened, because it wasn't a pretty divorce. Cheap, but not pretty. His family still thinks his death was my fault for not being able to support an alcoholic anymore and cutting him loose. Not their fault for raising him to be one of course.
Anyway, I have a new husband, he is super! :yahoo: He goes along with all of my crazy adventures and is a damn fine mechanic. And he spoils me rotten.
Considering he's still alive, I concur.Dang.Divorced in 2004, he moved back to Oklahoma (where we are from) in 2005, and died a year later 2006 at the age of 38. Drinking at a friends house, fell down the stairs, three days in a coma, drove down with the kids (ages 15 & 14 at the time), made the decision with the rest of his family to turn off the machines and finite'.
Honestly, I was glad I was in another state when it happened, because it wasn't a pretty divorce. Cheap, but not pretty. His family still thinks his death was my fault for not being able to support an alcoholic anymore and cutting him loose. Not their fault for raising him to be one of course.
Anyway, I have a new husband, he is super! :yahoo: He goes along with all of my crazy adventures and is a damn fine mechanic. And he spoils me rotten.
Sometimes the rocky roads can lead you to a better place.
Your new husband is lucky or blessed, I say both....
Dang.Divorced in 2004, he moved back to Oklahoma (where we are from) in 2005, and died a year later 2006 at the age of 38. Drinking at a friends house, fell down the stairs, three days in a coma, drove down with the kids (ages 15 & 14 at the time), made the decision with the rest of his family to turn off the machines and finite'.
Honestly, I was glad I was in another state when it happened, because it wasn't a pretty divorce. Cheap, but not pretty. His family still thinks his death was my fault for not being able to support an alcoholic anymore and cutting him loose. Not their fault for raising him to be one of course.
Anyway, I have a new husband, he is super! :yahoo: He goes along with all of my crazy adventures and is a damn fine mechanic. And he spoils me rotten.
Sometimes the rocky roads can lead you to a better place.
Your new husband is lucky or blessed, I say both....
Considering he's still alive, I concur.
Your rat bastard!You rock T! Just in case anyone was wondering...I'm the A-hole that ratted out the rest of you A-holes! Wish i could have kept my FZ1 for the occasional, ummm, spirited short ride.
Tread life.Some ride, other just hang on for dear life!
