Bills....

First medical bill came today...OMFG

they cant be serious, considering the cold war era sling i got that made the nurses laugh.... this does not include er visit, anesthesiologist, surgeon, and follow-ups.... guess its time to start using that college degree....

i kinda want to rant about all those idiots that are afraid of socialized health care, thanks for your support.

i also did some research on my prescription: tramadol
this stuff is awesome.

"Tramadol is used to relieve moderate to moderately severe pain. Tramadol extended-release tablets are only used by people who are expected to need medication to relieve pain around-the-clock for a long time. Tramadol is in a class of medications called opiate agonists. It works by changing the way the body senses pain."

it feels like a combo of thc and heavy ibuprofen. complacency and desire of salty sweet snacks, ski movies, naps, and continued daytime dreaming. luckily i dont need it nor take it much at all anymore. certainly helps undisturbed sleep, but as its used to treat PE it has its weakness - extreme decrease in libido, which at this point in time is fine with me. will be filed in med kit for future emergencies.

....post op

serious pins and screws

Bones....

Before and after the set....surgery tomorrow!

Inevitable....

no words, to hard to type....youll figure it out....

Hunting....

Meanwhile....back at the ranch: Theres been mucho searching. Searching for jobs to replace the job that didnt happen. Searching for a warm abode to replace the rotten freezing abode of current driveway placed rolling unit that Garrett is gonna be so stoked about when it leaves. Searching for hot coffee on 18 degree mornings.

Kevin and Leos search ended nicely! Bastiges!

Meanwhile I found a couple future warm homes to check out. One of which was so stupid I laughed out loud and left skipping across the deep grass.

This place was SO FAR OUT in the woods and completely half built and half rotting underneath it I dont know how a person actually asks rent for it. I can already see the weasleys mixing up some potions and exploding chewing gum in here. Pass.

I also found a walk in basement for the same low price of 400 buck each month, but considering the door opened right to a minor highway, and the fact that I like zambi alive.... Pass.

Next was a shithole cabin out in Donnelly. Perfect....

Its a single bedroom, 2 loft, fire heated joint on a couple acres on the river with a huge sandy beach. The garage is already half full and when I peeked in I saw two dead animals hanging in there. I think this might be the one. So far. Check.

Motobeerdog Weekend - El Segundo....

More of the same awesome funnest way to get lost in the woods:

The team, which can be explained better over here and here, with two new members, gathered in the woods north of McCall Idaho this time. Ready and willing to tackle some laughter and late evening excitement to keep riding even though the light is almost completely gone.

Rule #1: No 2-strokes.

Apparently we suck at enforcing rules. We found this dude working at the city and snuck him out fer some real rednecking, and tried so hard to get him to shut up about Vermont. I dont think he can? Thats Brad fer ya.

SOB came out too, loving life and ready to fix some 600. But as it usually goes, it didnt fix, which is why we have so many dang bikes. On the 250 he tore it up. On foot, we both sucked air felt like poop. That being said we came to ride not hike, Period.

So we found ourselves up at Loon lake, the scene of a bomber wreck in the "long time ago" time period. We had to hike all the way over to the other side of the lake, in riding boots, which as far as I can tell are not made for walking. Its hot out too.


A B-23 is supposed to look like this:

What we found looked like a significantly smaller, crumpled, mangled mess of aluminum. Most of the important stuff had been removed and the cool stuff pillaged by visitors. Lame. A cooler part of the story was how the crew had wrecked in a giant snow storm, landed on the frozen lake, slid into the woods ripping the wings off and managed to stay alive and warm by cutting trees for firewood with a big .50 caliber machine gun from the plane. Tight.

So we continued riding, continued racing up the Carey Dome Lookout road, with or without millions of Landrovers, and cooked and ate really good yet gross looking concoctions from the outdoor kitchen, mostly made up of leftovers from the night before. Zambi guarded the camp from chipmunks. On the last day we were gonna head up to towards Riggins and hit the Hard/Hazard Creeks Trails for the sweet inverted switchbacks and such. Thankfully on the way out we decided through a haze of exhaustion that burgers and beer would feel better. They did. That night Brian and SOB took off on the long journey south, dreaming of singletrack, thumpers and whiskey. Im sure B also thought about that "youre the only one who hasnt wrecked yet" comment. We're bastards, I know.

The next day G and I continued the mission and headed up the H&H trails and made it to what I think is called Hard Peak, or Squirrel Square Britches Mountain.

This where I give major credit to Amsoil. When I rebuilt my top end earlier this spring and broke in the piston rings with some crap oil, I needed some new good stuff, and I couldnt find the Silkolene I used to be running. Back in LA at the Husky shop, old man was telling about oil with zinc being the best, so I found Amsoil and wow, it really works. Between the new rings and amsoil I no longer have to change my oil after every other ride, and it stays buttery gold in color. Impressed. I did manage to puke the radiator a couple times on climbs while watching G "mario kart" bounce up the trails ahead of me.

The struggle

Like Brian sez: videos to come....

Main Salmon!....Biznackowiches!....

So I think I previously mentioned that we tried the Main again. This much lower and with much more beer. In fact so much more that there was extras at the end. And no one wanted any. Too much....

So last time, the water peaked with us there at about 84,000 cfs, and all was crazy. This time the water peaked at about 4,000 cfs, and all was ridiculous. Saw a bear, and brought the dogs, and pushed them out, and cracked a fresh cold one at 9 am, everyday.

By the time we got down to Yellow Pine Bar, their neighbor and friend Steve was already there. This is the same guy who gave us his truck and trailer to drive out of the Whitewater ranch. Rad dude. Well, he informed us that the day we left the rive came up some more and was probably about in the range of 100,000+ cfs with 100 footer trees coming downstream. Ugh. So yeah we ran into those guys and hooked em up with some beer stuff and liqour for their amazing kindness and helpfulness. Insert "rad" anywhere in this paragraph.


Theres a lot more stories, but considering I have close to no pics of the events, I dont like to tell em. The Pano above had great fishing. Nate was catching 4 for 4, and then nothing. He must have caught em all or something. There was also the day when we were all leapfrogging in the boats and just gabbing our way down the river. Oblivious. Our boat fell behind a bit to the point we couldnt even see the other guys. And then a couple hours later, and lucky we didnt miss her, there was Amanda passed out on a giant rock in the middle of the river. She would have had a nice swim if we missed her....

One of the main scary rapids that decided out fates last time was barely even present this time. Whiplash is called a IV-V S-turn rapid with monster eddie fences and undercuts and currents to deal with. The first trip our neighboring guides informed us that their 18 foot boats were too small and that they recommended tying the boats together for that rapid....are you fucking crazy? No way..... This time it was a flat pool next to a wall. Hmmpff....

The good rapids this time around were Salmon Falls, which was flat big water last time, and Elkhorn, which was fairly long and maneuverable and moist. Gonna have to do this stretch again....and again....