Rod Run to the End of the World…2017!

This event is one which we have attended and participated in for the past three years: the Rod Run to the End of the World. It is an enjoyable event for those of us who love the allure, artwork, and sheer poetry of the classic, American-made automobile. This is the 34th time that it has been held, and the town which hosts it has changed very little in those 34 years.

Other than the vehicles, the only other reason to attend is for the opportunity to taste some of the best barbecue this side of the Rockies! Terrell’s Texas BBQ, out of Portland, Oregon, is slow-cooked to bring out the juicy tenderness of ribs and brisket. Award-winning and succulent, even southern-fried rednecks can’t help but glomp down on a spicy ‘Hot Mama’ and smile! Nomnomnomnomnom…

Here are just a few of the pictures I took today. The sun came out after some refreshing rains – we even had a thunderstorm blow through, clearing away the dryness and bringing much-needed fresh air and moisture. Believe it or not, I do get away from the computer once in a while!

😉 😀 😎

Autumn Approaches…

Ah, September – school is back in session, the end-of-season tourists are passing through as they head for home, and the snowbirds are readying for their journeys south. The Rod Run to the End of the World is gearing up for weekend festivities; I can’t wait to see the classics as they wend their way through town! The registrations are going on today, and there will be slow drags in Ilwaco this evening. Tomorrow the vehicles will be shown at the Beach Barons Car Club grounds, then the awards will be given out on Sunday, 8 September. Our roadster won’t be able to participate, as it still has some repairs being done to it – so, we’ll be on our bike again! We might roll with the vehicles for a lap or so, then find a spot along the road to watch the ‘parade’ and take some pictures.

There was one hell of a storm in western Washington yesterday; we could hear the thunder in the distance from the north, even though we couldn’t see any flashes of lightning, and we didn’t get drenched like Seattle, Chehalis, or Portland (OR) did. A guy on a motorcycle got hit by lightning while riding up Interstate 5 with his ‘Iron Butt’ club-members. The Huffington Post reports:

“SEATTLE — A motorcyclist survived a lightning strike in western Washington as a tumultuous day of weather saw thunderstorms and rain roll through the state on both sides of the Cascade Mountains.

Washington State Patrol Trooper William Finn says the biker was driving on Interstate 5 through the town of Chehalis when the lightning hit Thursday.

Witness Martin Zapalac told KOMO-TV the man had just passed him when he and his bike “lit up.” The biker managed to pull over on the highway shoulder, and the witness drove with him to a nearby gas station.”

It is basic, common sense to get under cover during a serious storm – in some situations, it is possible to ‘outrun’ or ‘ride alongside’ a front…but it isn’t highly recommended! Still, the time we rode the edge of a tornado-spawner was exhilarating…far less frightening than the accident we had back in July.

I love thunderstorms and could watch them for hours…the Midwest has the best that I’ve seen so far, although I understand that there are parts of the world that make those storms look like mild static electricity! I’ve also been treated to some decent lighting shows here in the Pacific Northwest and in Alaska.

Time to head out and enjoy the weekend…have a great one, everybody!     😎

Cruisin’ on the Commons…

We attended the Unique Tin Car Show in Longview, Washington this past weekend – it was at the Cowlitz County Fairgrounds; white-trash and redneck central! That’s the downside of car show, bike shows, and swap meets: they always seem to be held in the boonies of hillbillyville and one is subjected to the visual assault of iron cross decorations and confederate flags and the words “Redneck” on every window decal or bumper-sticker. Fat, slovenly people slouch and slump around, and you see the scrawny tweakers and skin-poppers skulking and sneaking about, looking for a jacket or purse to lift or pick through. Gotta watch your belongings carefully at those events!

Anyway, the vehicles were fantastic – it was a pleasure to see so many amazing cars lined up, shining in the sun, paint gleaming…but there were also some ‘rat rods’ and unrestored classics, and they looked just as nice as the shining ‘beauty queens!’ Nothing beats an old Chevy or GMC pickup truck with a flat, matte-black paint job…it just looks right. A 1956 Pontiac Chieftain caught my eye – it was a stunning purple colour and shone like new…it rivals my desired Bonneville in size and nice, clean lines! There were a few old Willys Jeeps, a good number of Model T Fords from the late 1920s and early 1930s, some Buicks from the 1940s, and plenty of Corvettes, Mustangs, and Chevy Bel-Airs…car porn at its finest! Sadly, none of our vehicles were ready in time to enter: the hot-rod is being repaired after our accident; our Plymouth truck is still being finished up, and my Mercedes-Benz is getting the rear end fixed and a new oil pan is being installed – any of them could have been in that show, too! Oh well, there’s always next year…besides, we entered the show with our bike – we went with a high school friend of my fiancée and the family of his friend. They were showing a 1966 Cadillac Coupe de Ville, a 1955 GMC truck, and a 1968 Volkswagen Bug between them all. They had brought a pop-up sun-cover so we had shade to sit underneath, and we were able to lock our things in the truck of the Caddy for extra security while we walked around and drooled.

After the show, we did the cruise which circled the Longview Commons, which was made as the original center-hub of the city at its founding. It was a lot of fun, and we were able to make our point as to why our own hot-rod wasn’t in the show: we had a t-shirt made by a vendor at the show who was providing that service for a reasonable fee, then hung the shirt on the back of the bike and made sure we rolled nice and slow so that people could see who was responsible! It was tons of fun, in spite of the rednecks…the cars made it easy to ignore them, and they always steer clear of me so I don’t have to deal with their idiocy!

Anyway, we hope to enter the Rod Run at the End of the World on 7 – 8 September in Ocean Park, Washington; it’s supposed to be big and well-attended, and I hope to see many more cars than were at the Unique Tin. I hope the weather cooperates, because car shows are so much nicer to attend when the sun is out…the beauty of the vehicles is best appreciated in full sunshine!

With that, I’ll leave you with a few songs that are great to listen to when you’re bumpin’ down the road…enjoy!

Commander Cody:  “Hot Rod Lincoln

Bruce Springsteen:  “Pink Cadillac

Fastball:  “The Way

Tom Cochrane:  “Life is a Highway

Billy Idol:  “Hot in the City

Random Rainy Day Reflections

The rain has returned, so it’s an inside day! Yesterday I did an arseload of weeding, while my fiancée used the weed-whacker to clear some brush and overgrowth around the bushes and hedgerows. Damned weeds take over rapidly and throw down some deep, thick taproots! The Scot’s Broom has to be the worst – we have none in our yard, but there is some growing nearby on property that isn’t owned so it’s hard to tell who should take control of the problem. It is listed as an “invasive, noxious weed” on both the Washington and Oregon state government websites, and if you have the misfortune of living around it, you know why! We allergen-prone individuals are susceptible to that vile plant…at any rate, there are no reporting requirements, so there’s no “Scot’s Broom Hotline” or anything like that.

I had that friggin’ album that is shown in the above pic (assuming you can see it), and now my fiancée and I are proud owners of our very own hot-rod! The small-minded, small-town fucktards have already started wagging their tongues…we know that ‘our sort’ shouldn’t be allowed to ride motorcycles, so that is semi-tolerated; it’s amazing how people are shitting their collective drawers over us cruising down the road in our ‘rod. We aren’t surprised, though – me, I was wondering what was taking them so long to start talking in the first place! Small towns tend to be populated by people with tiny minds, and the smallest brains possess the biggest mouths, from my experience. My fiancée has lived in small towns, big cities, and almost everyplace in-between; he’s also traveled overseas and met all sorts of different people. Consequently, he has a different attitude about small-minded fucktards, but that doesn’t mean he won’t get angry and / or confront some inbred, racist shitbag!

We had to rescue not one, but TWO hummers from our shop the other day! I was amazed that they would fly into the (relatively) dark building interior; I figured one must have chased the other directly in there when they were squabbling over feeding areas. There are a lot of flowering shrubs around the property, and the birds go for the red, blue, purple, or pink flowers the most. I fill the three feeders once per day so that they will forage as they should, naturally! Anyway, we had to contrive a long contraption out of a smelt / herring net and some long, slender poles. The shop has two ‘high bays’ where the roof-peak is around 25 feet from the ground, so we had to stretch a fair bit to get the exhausted little things to perch on the rim of the net. Once they quit blundering about in fear and landed, we carefully moved them outside: my fiancée held the net while I guided him around the obstacle course of the shop floor. It was interesting to see the places they could perch – at one point, they were both clinging to the side of one of the roof beams, which was a vertical surface…they reminded me of the moths that sit on the side of the garage during the day. I tend to put moths and spiders outside when I find them in the house, too – mighty animal saviours are we!

I finally upgraded my speaker system and got the 5.1 set I wanted. My fiancée now owns my ‘gently used,’ 2.1 system and likes it a lot – his sound card is a better model, so my old speakers sound better on his computer than they did on mine…especially when he’s playing Skyrim! I listen to more music on my computer, so I wanted to have decent surround-sound speakers – and it doesn’t hurt that my gaming experience is much more enhanced! There was a minor issue with figuring out which boxes to check or uncheck in the audio control panel so the center channel worked, but I finally figured it all out. The center channel is necessary when gaming, because important dialogue can get missed if you can’t hear it all. Anyway, the speakers are ‘refurbished’ which means, to me, that they are “in operable condition but don’t expect a warranty or a manual!” The only noticeable defects are some small tears in the fabric that keeps dust from falling in the speaker cups; otherwise, they look and sound great – I can’t complain.

Today is Juneteenth, also known as “Freedom Day” or “Emancipation Day.” It commemorates the abolition of slavery in Texas, in 1865. From Wikipedia:

“Though Abraham Lincoln issued the Emancipation Proclamation on September 22, 1862, with an effective date of January 1, 1863, it had minimal immediate effect on most slaves’ day-to-day lives, particularly in the Confederate States of America.[3] Texas, as a part of the Confederacy, was resistant to the Emancipation Proclamation. Juneteenth commemorates June 18 and 19, 1865. June 18 is the day Union General Gordon Granger and 2,000 federal troops arrived in Galveston, Texas, to take possession of the state and enforce the emancipation of its slaves.[4] On June 19, 1865, while standing on the balcony of Galveston’s Ashton Villa, Granger read the contents of “General Order No. 3”:

The people of Texas are informed that, in accordance with a proclamation from the Executive of the United States, all slaves are free. This involves an absolute equality of personal rights and rights of property between former masters and slaves, and the connection heretofore existing between them becomes that between employer and hired labor. The freedmen are advised to remain quietly at their present homes and work for wages. They are informed that they will not be allowed to collect at military posts and that they will not be supported in idleness either there or elsewhere.[5]

That day has since become known as Juneteenth, a name coming from a portmanteau of the word June and the suffix, “teenth”, as in “Nineteenth“, coined by 1903.[6]

Former slaves in Galveston rejoiced in the streets with jubilant celebrations. Juneteenth celebrations began in Texas the following year.[5] Across many parts of Texas, freed people pooled their funds to purchase land specifically for their communities and increasingly large Juneteenth gatherings — including Houston’s Emancipation Park, Mexia’s Booker T. Washington Park, and Emancipation Park in Austin.[5]

In Arkansas, the small town of Wilmar has consistently observed “June Dinner” from almost the time of the Emancipation, well over one hundred years (except for one year during the Great Depression).

The so-called ending of slavery in the U.S.; a good majority of us know that slavery didn’t really end back then. Legalised discrimination in many forms has run rampant since then: segregation and ‘Jim Crow’ laws, disenfranchising non-white voters, unequal education and employment opportunities, etc. The destruction of Black townships that were successfully building up as Black people left the South for points North and West: look up the razing of the city of Tulsa, Oklahoma, for example. Did you know that some free, Black slaves bought other Black people? Yes…they bought them freedom. Read up on the history of Louisiana; specifically, the cities of Baton Rouge and New Orleans – but be certain to cross-check facts and sources! Trying to find honest, detailed history in this country is nearly impossible. For instance, what has been widely reported about the financial collapse of the city of Detroit isn’t all true – especially if it’s been reported on FauxNews, CNN, MSNBC, CNBC, or Bloomberg. Anything on BBC should be taken with a grain of salt, as well – it is part of Rupert Murdoch’s racist, subversive empire. Come to think of it, ANYTHING and EVERYTHING should be taken with a grain of salt. You simply can’t believe everything you read or hear, especially if it’s on television, radio, internet, magazines, or any other form of ‘entertainment.’ I always keep this caveat in my mind: “This product is for entertainment purposes only, and is designated as an escape from reality. Any resemblance to any real person, place, or event is strictly coincidental. Consumption of this product should be regulated strictly, as overdosing is detrimental to the physical and emotional health.”

The Mariners had a couple of gawdawful losses back-to-back! They lost the last game against the Athletics on Sunday, 10 – 2…why, why, WHY can they NOT GET A SWEEP?!? That was followed by a pathetic 11 – 3 loss against the Angels on Monday. The Ms pulled off the win last night, though…squeaked it out, there! I would like to see a definitive win of this 4-game series, but I’ll settle for a tie at this point. This bouncing back and forth between fourth and fifth place in the A.L. West is maddening! Speaking of the Mariners, did you know that Michael Morse’s family originally hails from Jamaica? I always thought that he had those ‘island’ looks and complexion…interesting, no?

The Summer Solstice is just around the corner…here’s to the upcoming longest day of the year! Enjoy these random tunes, won’t you?

Gladys “Fatso” Bentley: “Juneteenth Jamboree

Josh White: “Freedom Road

Apache Indian: “Boomshakalak

Digital Underground: “The Humpty Dance

Van Halen: “Dance the Night Away

Happy Final Friday…May 2013!!!

It’s a beautiful Friday today! No rain, the clouds have parted and thinned, the sun was out all afternoon, and the rest of the week looks to be fantastic. I can finally scrape out the moss that’s forming betwixt my toes! I wandered through the yard today and saw more shoots sprouting out from one of the existing bamboo stands – there are six total, running in a westerly direction. The tadpoles still have tails…I don’t see any evidence of legs forming yet, so I’ll have to dust off some of my old books about amphibians and read up on their timeline of formation.

From the Corner of Edgar & Dave
Game #55: Seattle Mariners (23-31) at Minnesota Twins (23-28) | 7:10 p.m.
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The Mariners had one hell of a slump going on and I didn’t want to post a topic until they pulled out of it, which is basically my own silly little sports superstition – I strongly believe that any athlete and / or fan has one, even if they never admit it outwardly. For instance, one superstition I used to have would be to not watch a game if the team I was rooting for was behind…I didn’t want my ‘evil eye’ to curse them! Silly, to be sure, but that’s what superstitions are. Anyway, since the Ms tied the series against the Padres and “blanked the Twinkies” as the announcers put it, by winning 3 – 0 against the Twins today, I’d say that they have shaken off their case of the rattles and are rockin’ steady…they got that gorilla off their shoulders! It’s nice to see them performing better. I sure hope that Michael Morse’s quadriceps strain heals soon – the “Big Horse” needs to be in the lineup, for many reasons…  😉

Speaking of the Mariners, I’d bought a team flag to hang and it came in the mail today – we hung it up during the game and will fly it again throughout the weekend in support. No fair-weather fan, here…I suffer through the losses and rejoice in the victories, and would freak out completely if the Mariners made it to the World Series! It’s a sports thing that few people truly understand, IMHO.

I have a challenge to randomly toss out to all of the brothas and sistas who ride, wherever you might be. Actually, I’ll just throw it out to ALL brothas and sistas, and if you happen to ride a bike of any sort, that’s a bonus. I also mean, literally, ANY SORT OF BIKE – even the pedal-powered ones. This is partially to see if anyone truly believes in solidarity, or if people are all talk and no action, as I cynically believe from personal experience. It’s mainly to bring some color to this tiny little burg and make the locals crap their pants, too! I want to see a huge showing during the “Rod Run to the End of the World” in Ocean Park, Washington on 7 & 8 September, 2013. Just make sure that your bikes, hot rods, and / or classic cars are heavily insured; tweakers tend to use Highway 101 as a major meth-transporting route, and we all know how those types destroy anything and everything they touch! Seriously though, cruise on through and check out the scenery. Stop in and say “hello” to Jerry at Bulldog Firearms; he said that dinner is on the house for all the bikers who park in front of his store and at least walk in to check out the merchandise. Just tell him that Sepultura sent you! I’m going to post this challenge on my two other ‘social’ sites to chum the waters a bit, too. I have made a $50 bet with my fiancée on this one, LMAO – I’ll post who won after the event!

Well, time to jump into Skyrim and explore the island of Solstheim! Have a nice weekend, one and all. Here are five awesome songs for your enjoyment.

Josh White: “Freedom Road

Shabba Ranks: “Kill Me Dead

Big Youth: “Green Bay Killing

Musical Youth: “Pass the Dutchie

Freddie McGregor: “Africa

Daniel Stisen. (Foto: Lars Haugdal Andersen, NRK)

Tornado i Oklahoma. (Foto: NTB Scanpix)

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