Sunday, August 26, 2012
lookin good
dice magazine's new movie teaser for 6over.
6 Over - Teaser from Wild Honey Productions on Vimeo.
Saturday, August 25, 2012
farewell ride
rode up to chattown to see the lil brother one last time afore he moves way out in the cold ass rocky mountains where i shant be visiting any other months but july and august. figuring it'll be a long time until we can party down together again, i played hooky friday and hit the highway. after a biscuit stop in triune and a brief visit with my cousin in shelbyville i jammed it as fast as i could through middle tennessee until i snaked up the switchbacks onto the cumberland plateau, and then i eased off the throttle and took a lazy afternoon crawlin up and down the mountainsides. took the time i'd been meaning to spend in cowan at the railroad museum since my last visit; last time i rode through i had time constraints. even got caught by a mile long coal train, emptied at the tva power station and deadheading back to montana for more.
i meandered lazily, smoking at least one cigarette in every town square i came across, waded in a couple of creeks. it was a good ride, but i was sore and sunburned by the time i rode in high above moccasin bend; the city is gorgeous from up there, been more than three of decades since i came into chattanooga from that side.
we partied down, ate seafood and even did some late night drunken drywalling(well he did, i stuck to the partying).......enough so that he woke up with the hurls. the groans and the nap-time face clued me in that he was going to be worthless for several more hours & led me to tighten up the chain, bungee up the gear and hitch up my already grungy jeans; pointing the front wheel northwest i headed out, suck creek road here i come. i still haven't managed to find it coming from the west, and i know i've said it many times already, but damn i love that road. i imagine it's what the dragon is like, but shorter.
so down into the sequatchie valley and back up the plateau, i hit foster falls on my way through grundy county. just didnt have it in me to hike down and back up out of that gulf, but someday. coming back in, just to the east of tullahoma i turned off at a sign for ledford mills thinking i might see an old mill, but found out later it is on private property and that you can't drive to it. as i'm mistakenly on that fools errand i notice a pull off on this tiny one lane rd and look back barely in time to catch a glimpse of a waterfall. super secret 12-15 ft waterfall at the end of this tightwalled run-off canyon. seriously great smokebreak/snacktime spot. well worth the detour...
pretty uneventful ride through the flatland, but spotted a storm just before unionville. i pulled over at a store and waited a good 30 minutes and no movement out of the clouds, so i decided to try and make the gas station at unionville. when i got there it was still clear so tried to make the gas station at eagleville. no such luck, but i pressed on until the drops got so big and frequent each one felt like hitting a junebug at 50mph. i got thoroughly drenched before i ran across this tiny station in bfe and huddle up under shelter with another couple of bikers. finally gettin back to the highway sopping wet, i didn't have to worry about the heat anymore; miserably refreshing...
i pushed on into the city and arrived satiated,dirty as hell and sore as a blond whore in bangkok. win
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i meandered lazily, smoking at least one cigarette in every town square i came across, waded in a couple of creeks. it was a good ride, but i was sore and sunburned by the time i rode in high above moccasin bend; the city is gorgeous from up there, been more than three of decades since i came into chattanooga from that side.
we partied down, ate seafood and even did some late night drunken drywalling(well he did, i stuck to the partying).......enough so that he woke up with the hurls. the groans and the nap-time face clued me in that he was going to be worthless for several more hours & led me to tighten up the chain, bungee up the gear and hitch up my already grungy jeans; pointing the front wheel northwest i headed out, suck creek road here i come. i still haven't managed to find it coming from the west, and i know i've said it many times already, but damn i love that road. i imagine it's what the dragon is like, but shorter.
so down into the sequatchie valley and back up the plateau, i hit foster falls on my way through grundy county. just didnt have it in me to hike down and back up out of that gulf, but someday. coming back in, just to the east of tullahoma i turned off at a sign for ledford mills thinking i might see an old mill, but found out later it is on private property and that you can't drive to it. as i'm mistakenly on that fools errand i notice a pull off on this tiny one lane rd and look back barely in time to catch a glimpse of a waterfall. super secret 12-15 ft waterfall at the end of this tightwalled run-off canyon. seriously great smokebreak/snacktime spot. well worth the detour...
pretty uneventful ride through the flatland, but spotted a storm just before unionville. i pulled over at a store and waited a good 30 minutes and no movement out of the clouds, so i decided to try and make the gas station at unionville. when i got there it was still clear so tried to make the gas station at eagleville. no such luck, but i pressed on until the drops got so big and frequent each one felt like hitting a junebug at 50mph. i got thoroughly drenched before i ran across this tiny station in bfe and huddle up under shelter with another couple of bikers. finally gettin back to the highway sopping wet, i didn't have to worry about the heat anymore; miserably refreshing...
i pushed on into the city and arrived satiated,dirty as hell and sore as a blond whore in bangkok. win
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Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Sunday, August 19, 2012
life is good
me and jack rode aimlessly around the hills of cheatham county, up and around sweet home rd and various anonymous sidelanes...at one point crawling up this one lane rd up a tight valley, there was a barn with a spraypainted sign saying "mind your own business, NO SPEEDING!!!" in drippy red paint right in a sharp curve. we were definitely watched all the way down this road...crazy vibe, beautiful holler though.
we eventually made our way to dunbar cave to enjoy the cool air. i could totally imagine hanging out watching roy acuff at the dances there back in the pre-air-conditioning days, fan on a stick in one hand and an rc cola and moonshine in the other. very pleasant cool breezes blowing up out of the grate over the mouth. reminded me of the square dance i went to as a child with my mama & the fambly in the mouth of ruskin cave one time back in the 70's.
we hit the bent wrench roadhouse on the way down off the highland rim, but couldn't house the jukebox because there was a band set up. actually not bad, decent "southern rock", but still...i really like to take over their jukebox when i visit, by far the best jukebox anywhere out in the sticks around there. we then ended up riding along the cumberland river into the cool fisherman/river trash community down in neptune bottoms, very low and slow speed limits posted, but a really cool ride along the river. really neat vibe to the place, seemed like nothing but boat freaks, almost like a lake town. i could see myself living in one those little houses.
jack peeled off in cheatham county and i rode on back into the city to spend my time welcoming sundown, nursing beers and staring off into centennial park. another perfect fall-ish summer day.
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we eventually made our way to dunbar cave to enjoy the cool air. i could totally imagine hanging out watching roy acuff at the dances there back in the pre-air-conditioning days, fan on a stick in one hand and an rc cola and moonshine in the other. very pleasant cool breezes blowing up out of the grate over the mouth. reminded me of the square dance i went to as a child with my mama & the fambly in the mouth of ruskin cave one time back in the 70's.
we hit the bent wrench roadhouse on the way down off the highland rim, but couldn't house the jukebox because there was a band set up. actually not bad, decent "southern rock", but still...i really like to take over their jukebox when i visit, by far the best jukebox anywhere out in the sticks around there. we then ended up riding along the cumberland river into the cool fisherman/river trash community down in neptune bottoms, very low and slow speed limits posted, but a really cool ride along the river. really neat vibe to the place, seemed like nothing but boat freaks, almost like a lake town. i could see myself living in one those little houses.
jack peeled off in cheatham county and i rode on back into the city to spend my time welcoming sundown, nursing beers and staring off into centennial park. another perfect fall-ish summer day.
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Sunday, August 12, 2012
friday rock quarry ride
me n jack rode up in the back way to clarksville, over the river and into the city from the southwest bridge. then on to lunch at the bent wrench roadhouse out on highway 12, just before you come down off the highland rim. decent food, cheap beer and a damn good jukebox to be way out in the middle of nowhere. then we rode down into the cumberland basin just this side of ashland city for some sweet rock quarry trespassin' to wash the dust off, the water was perfect. damn good day to be in the wind
Saturday, August 4, 2012
rip charlie sigler
you was a damn good motorcycle grandpaw to me, the trips to the liquor store just wont be the same anymore. you and the stories about all the motorcycle brands i've never heard of that you've owned over the course of your life, and the way your one good eye would twinkle when you'd talk about riding will be sorely missed, brother. i'm sorry you never got to get back on the road again after going sick, the itch to do it was always almost palpable when we'd talk about the wind. i'm glad i got to catch the tail end of the last chapter of your life...
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