Laundry and Shinjuku

Today was mellow. I hadn't really planned anything and my feet were tired of walking. took a long time waking up then did some laundry. I was seriously planning on spending the whole day in my sweet little apartment, but, by about 9am I knew that wasn't going to happen.
   Here is my washing machine on my balcony. And those are my shorts, socks, and underwear in Japan. Also pictured and my laundry shoes.

So, after getting bored of sitting still I got my self to Shinjuku. (If you are following on my instagram of Facebook this is gonna be old news as most of these pics are on there already.)

I had lunch on the 13th floor "White Garden" overlooking Tokyo. This is the 13th floor of a department store just outside of Shinjuku station.

 I saw this Porsche in person yesterday!

 Turns out this is an energy drink. I am pretty sure it is cough syrup flavored.

 This main street of Shinjuku was closed for a Fall solstice celebration day. Good timing by me.

  Dinner.

 This shrine is amazingly quite and peaceful less than half a block from a main street. It was a nice break.

 Shrine entrance.

I am off to an early bed. Tomorrow I am going to try and get to the fish market. cross your fingers for me.

My camera is dying!

Hello Everyone. My camera is dying. It can't quit figure out how to focus anymore. I will be buying a new Pentax K-5. Feel free to donate to help me along with a donation. 100% of it goes to me!

 I still have a few months of un-posted pictures left to post. Here are a few pictures to tide you over until next time.

In September I went on a motorcycle road trip with my aunt and uncle. We crossed several states and hundreds of miles and I took a lot of pictures. I will get to those pictures in the next post. This post is just a pile of pictures of my loverly bike I took on the trip. I knew that's what you were looking for.

Here is our first stop in Twin Falls.

This is what mine and my uncles bikes look like in Idaho.

 Lovely flat Pendleton Oregon.

 This is about half way through the Columbia River Gorge on the Washington side.

 The road to Ft. Stevens, Oregon.

 The beautiful coast just north of Pacific City, Oregon.

 The dirt road to Munson Creek Falls.

 

I Knoll more then you!

Here are a few of the compilations I put together from our second trip to the Knolls.




This hill really is this steep. I won't even drive down it and 140 and Pete shot up it like rockets.

I already Knoll.

Sorry it has been so long kids. I worked at Snowbasin this winter, for Face Shots Photography, until I ate it snowboarding and landed on my camera. This "landing" forced the camera into a spot between my ribs that is way to small for a camera.

This was sad.

Sad, because, the Snowbasin gig was the coolest I had ever had and now I couldn't stand up for any period of time.

Anyways, I have sense had my ribs put back and can now stand for minutes on end. So I took my shiny new dirt bike out to the Knolls to ride. Luckily when I got there my front tire was almost flat so I just took pictures instead. If you need more pics you can find them HERE!

Lets start with the best. Below is a four shot sequence that I lucked into.
In them Chris almost wheelies over...

Then saves it...

Then un-saves it...

Then celebrates with a hand stand...Brad gettin' some.

140 making it.

Chris, 140 and Brad.

Ode to Joy

Tonight as I showered some unusually sticky thirty-year-old motorcycle grease off I was exceptionally thankful for my little bottle of Joy. And I come out smelling lemon fresh!


Here is part of the reason I the grease was extra sticky tonight. I am working on the wiring of my new project bike. The thirty-year-old tape I peeled of the forty-six miles of wire had degraded into sticky black goo. This goo then attached itself to my arms all the way to my elbows. Thankfully before the parasite could take over Joy came to the rescue and the parasite died... or did it. Yeah, it probably did. Probably. you can follow along with the build by clicking here.

On another note; Dough has been limping around for a week now and today was the first that the swelling has gone down enough for me to see what was going on. From the looks of the wound I am going to guess bear-knife-fighting. I told her she shouldn't do it but old habits die hard.

St. Anthony's Idaho

Ah the dunes.

Sand dunes that is.

St. Anthony Sand Dunes in Idaho.
It was not our best trip, but it was a trip. Let me give you a break down:
9 hours of driving
4 broken motorcycles
60 gallons of diesel
3ish hours of sleep

So enjoy the pictures.

View from the top of Choke Cherry
(click it for mo' bigger. (It's worth it.))
10 minutes out and 210 wrecked twice.

Pete's burnt clutch.

Our white-trash 140.

Removing Pete's bike.

It's just like Saving Private Ryan.

Extracting the 140 mobile.

Celebrating the demises.

"Prob' the flux-capasitor."

Spares. All spares.

210 workin' it.

Who wouldn't want to be here?