Ok to those who do not know. I have relocated to Spring, TX. It was a very long and boring drive. Thanks to all those who picked up the phone and kept me entertained for any specific time. I am really actually enjoying being here. I finally stopped raining and I got to go out for a drive today. All the roads are green with grass and even though it is the middle of the city it has a small town feel to it. It is similar to Seattle as long as it's raining. I havn't found a job yet, but I have a lead on a few good ones, nothing solid yet. The health care job is going to be the most difficult and I could just rent the house next door I was thinking of buying, cheaper and it does not come with a commitment. Mckay is doing fabulous. Everyday is a milestone, his pain is very real and he will be down for a while, but his recover in every little bit is a welcoming sight. Tonight is my first night with just him, the kids finally went to sleep. They are all so awesome. Nolan is growing up fast and I feel like I completely missed Melody growing up, Sara is just as cute as a button, currently curled up on the couch with a yorkie puppy, it's like a hallmark moment every minute. Kim has been awesome, in every bit of the word. Thanks for all the love and support you send this way, keep it coming it really helps, and if there is any left, send it my way, I'll love you right back.

Derick Barnes, feel free to give me a call and I'll fill you in on the details as i did not hear from you while events transpired. Thanks ya'll.

OMG WTF! mo start a private blog. so i can link it and or whatever.

I have not been in contact for a while. Stephanie and I broke up the details are not dramatic, we just couldn't see eye to eye on anything. Life itself has got better, stress is down and I am feeling a little more free than before. that being said, I have always wanted to grow a beard. Later in life I planned on buying the ultra, but I'm on an accelerated schedule so here is beard progress to chart and graph later. oh yeah and some sneak peak pics of a bike that's not on sale until may the new indian chief

So I found this incredible deal on craigslist. a 82 suzuki gs 750 for two hundred bucks. I convinced susan it would be a great idea. I have been toying with it ever since. I have rewired the bike the charging system is shot, I rebuilt the forks, but the guides need to be replaced. I changed the air filters to pods and rebuilt the carbs, but now the jetting is way off. I installed new tires, but ordered the wrong size for the back, so it has a dinky little 110/18. The chain is rusted and original, oh and I had to do the top end twice, because I made a mistake. lowered 2 inches in the front and rear the bike stands at attention all the time on the stand and the center stand is for anyone who can lift the whole weight of the bike, but it runs and I'm starting to get attatched to the little gs. I took my first ride on it with rags over the carbs, a car battery in my lap and the rear wheel moving about an inch at the chain tensioner. It reminds me of kareokee, fun, but I know why I'm not a professional. The bike still needs a few hundred more bucks, but the 5x the purchase price has been hit so it will sit. I have a few more important things to work on, but when the bucks are up, you can bet this little pony will see some light.

I went to Bisbee on a motorcycle trip and had a blast. lot's more to say but thats pretty much the hard core facts. I remember walking the dirt roads of tombstone at night, light by the inferior lights and remnants of the moon, actually standing in front of the Crystal Palace. I thought to myself about all the people that lived in Tombstone to carry on the place for all the spectators, a humble historian act as well as a wage derived situation

Here are some of the pics from LA. I and Mark had breakfast at the Farmers Market and walked through the pavilion honestly the drive there was totally fun. Mark is a pro at the traffic. I headed around town on my own to find some trouble and found plenty. I stayed for just one day and Mona made it awesome by spending the evening chillin and watching a movie. Anything else would have been a waste of time. I mainly drove there to see them and deliver my phone charger. The ride back was also extremely memorable. The moon was almost full and coming up the sun setting behind me lighting the biggest part of the desert on fire. Literally 86 miles West of Phoenix a tractor trailer rig went up and I was in a line of traffic 9 miles long. We just cranked up the tunes and got out of the car, truck or van and had a little meet and greet on the middle of the highway. I met Duke a Korean Vet at one of the many truck stops I hit and caught up on the rolling thunder and ride to the wall events that are held annually. I met two guys riding up to sadona, but couldn't match their rapid pace into town. Thanks to all involved, love you Mark and Mona, thanks for having me and making your home available.

Here is Dennis on his 84 fxr with a kicker. We caught up a little on the side of the road while he taught me a little about evolution engines. It made me really want to get something similar, I have been eyeing the dyna for a while, this just clinched it for me. Thanks for the lesson.

So I am on a three day haitus to LA and I must say this is fantastic. The pictures are in the wrong order, I went down in the day and amazingly the sun went down as I rode. It never got cold, maybe brisk. I stopped a couple of times on the way to have mini adventures. Road food is a good one. The way people drive in LA reminds me of adopted puppies fighting for a swollen teat, josling and jocking into a slightly different position just to move over again at a pace that makes a crack addicted critter dizzy. I survived, partially due to my deafning pipes. I like it here, I think I offended more people getting lost in my sisters neighborhood than I could have even hoped to bother in a year. I'll shoot the amazing shots of tomorrow when I get there. It was a great trip.

Courtesy of the local car show in Fountain Hills. We have some serious muscle in this little town and some really serious cars. I think per capita we have the coolest cars. Of all of them, this was the top of the middle of the heap. I could not reward a vehicle that would easily get a trophy of some sort in any basic car show. I judge on a curve the hottest get dropped the, lowest stay and the middle ground vehicles are graded on a very opinionated aray of science and art, two things that don't really sit well in the same area. I think mechanical things are beatiful, when walking in the corridor for staff of a 4 star hotel, I was more impressed than the marble and gold leaf in the lobby with the aspects of the operational side. I have evolved my eye for function over form, but with a nod towards clean and neat. Sure it's stock, with just wheels. But it's just a car, not a life form, clean, neat and realistic.

I could not leave without sharing more of Halloween and a trip out to glendale arena for the motorcycle's expo with you. I went with Derick and two of his friends, actually accidentally meeting up with Hollywood at the show. Like I said I went as the joker from the dark knight, but that was more of an accident. I went as a Vampire anyone who knows me would think that funny and ironic, but I could not call drinks with the vampire teeth in and had to touch up my make up anyway so I finished the lips out and was a very creepy and convincing joker. My ex txt me Happy Halloween, I sent her a pic of my face make up, dressing up's not always my bag, and she laughed that her husband was going as the same thing and sent me a pic of her fairy outfit and I went home to my Stephanie, dressed as a fairy, hmm weird. any who, this is her, me on the ultra exclusive KTM RC8 with full treatment. Base price is close to 20k and with the works closer to 40k, this is the latter. also the buell 1125r with factory race parts and the evolution engine powered xb12r set for and used for racing. I also spent a load of time admiring the bikes built by Roland Sands, who I found out also has a blogspot. The guy has an eye for things that should be beyond the sum of his years. I really admire his work and what he is doing for the hobby and sport of motorcycling. I really need to start admiring bicyclist's before I get any fatter though. See enclosed photo of my belly roll at the car show, I choose to think that people that make small subtle changes and modest budgets have more pull to what go's than a whole shop full of tools and time with a bucket of cash on top for the average man. So I gave an award to a gentleman that not only stood still for my conversation hostage attack, but also whittled out this 62 Oldsmobile stardust. Thanks all. -Evan

Suffice to say that alot has been going on, hence the lack of correspondence. I have changed the engine in Stephanie's malibu. 3.1 L gm engines and there vehicles have been slightly demystified for me in the need for on-going secondary education. I must admit there are still things that puzzle me like the 4 ground lead on the back of the engine that I needed to take to a technician to diagnose, but the car is running fine so far. I gave the electra glide the street glide treatment to bring it down about 40 years in age of ownership, but I missed the crystal clear radio and cb option that allowed not only a passenger of the non-ball variety, but also the ability to hear them with out yelling, not that it helps any passenger from screaming. The bike handles superbly after the 35 pound diet. I and Stephanie went to the State fair and rode all the good rides, mine were scary and her's were of the spinning tea cup variety. I did get a sweet chance to play with John Deere tractors in the sand. Derick and I have had a couple of good cruises around the area, as well as a accidental trip with Matt and Tania out to Greasewood Flat's in Cave Creek, all great times. I have been working, planning or playing all of the time. I was the dark night for Halloween at star $'s and made more drinks on Nov.4th than we usually sell all day. I have been having a blast. I did see War inc, thanks mo and I don't think I have seen anything in the theaters in quite a while, an accomplishment I think. Thanks to all of my friends that have been so supportive of me in my absence. Hollywood, David and the entire family, specifically, but many many more I should but could not name. I have started some new trends, like the starbux hug and five for five at the skilled nursing center(my back hurt so I found people like me), mo your the only person that understands that. LOVE you all. P.S.-did you see that pic of stephanie working on the car...I get her responsibility and this is the best I have to offer...teaching her how to change her engine in a pinch. I still think that the minivan 3.9L engine would have fit and made this car fly.

You will never have another tommorrow and the stories you will tell will never be about the plans you made. I love you all. Very much, for creating me, making me...not the best, but better.

Baby gets a new pair of shoes, in this case Metzler Marathon 880's WWW in a bias. I love those Wide White Walls. She has never handled better, it just sticks to the road. Here is the party that moved in the house when the rain came down, bonus that's the rest of the half naked man. I took a real nice cruise with Susan up and around the mid state of AZ. Hitting a few small town's between. Globe was awsome, but a little to much bike made for a very short stop. I will be back for sure on a smaller steed, this was a nook of arizona culture where everyone lives on a hill top. Dr. Suess meets Frank Lloyd Wright. At the end of the short 6 hour trip, and yes I forgot the camera, I found a very nice crack in my bald dry back tire. I'm working constantly, so send me an e-mail. later

What do you do with a loaner harley? Everything you wouldn't do with your own. I took the bike in for an issue that was covered under warrantee and they threw me the keys to a different bike every day. I took out, in this order, Fat Boy, Road King and a Street glide. I only had the last one for a day. I had a blast on the Fat Boy, the 96 inch balanced engine is a hoot, it brings out the real hooligan in any rider. I and Susan took the Road king out to Bush Hwy, Stephanie and I took it to Payson, AZ. The stock exhaust was meant to be replaced, flat out replaced, it sucks. I had some freinds over for a garage party and it was a blast, this is the only picture fit to print and the shirtless man in the back ground was not the only other person there. There was a micro burst and the lightning and thunder just sparked the clouds like a flickering light bulb for hours. So much lightning, so close together it was like the sun was trying to shine through the thick clouds, kinda freaky. Had a 70 or so year old guy say he had never seen anything like it, that says something.

I started my new position as a Nurse Assistant at the local long term health care facility in the Skilled Nursing Unit. I really love my job and what I do, but I'm not quiting my day job. This makes for some really long days and a little missed sleep. I still get some time for myself, but if I'm not as social please forgive me. It feels great to help people who need help the most and never seems difficult. I have some of best times on the job and yes, they let me wear the chuck d's on the floor. I like it because my 3 scrub sets cost me 10.40 and I can throw everything in the washer. I do not work in the hypobaric unit, but that little stamp saved me lots of money. I'm going on a ride tomorrow and the destination is unknown as of yet. Fine by me. Matt, Derick, and Tania are all on board. Hollywood's bike is still in the shop from when some one t-boned the back of his GSX-R. He's fine and her insurance is covering all of the superficial damage. Tania's bike is back from starter death thanks to bikebandit.com and rebuilding the starter only cost 33 bucks, compared to 400 new or 180 rebuilt. Matt's mend from the last spill looks to have made things better than ever, although no bike is ever complete. I would post picks, but you can see the story on youtube.com under sportster story. His bike left the ground completely and flipped in the air, but was repaired and ready to ride just as his ankle was healing up. Like the bumper sticker education of common sense I must repeat what I said on a very inspirational t-shirt, "Life isn't about how many breaths you take, but how many breaths your life takes away". I hope we all have some passion in our days, what every you have make life enjoyable. Although motorcycle's and mechanics are my selfish self exploration, I hope to live long enough to serve as many as possible. My current position paints many different possibilies for the future, not changing how I feel, but illuminating the social status of life and further defining my opinion. Life is fragile, live while your still alive, tomorrow will never come.

Breakfast in Payson. With 45 mpg out of the bike when Derick suggested breakfast in a town about 66 miles north of Fountain Hills, it was a no brainer. We met up at starbucks and rolled out onto the old bee line highway that is the end of town and the begining of the Ft. Mcdowell Indian Reservation. 66 miles of peaks and valleys and open landscapes of Joshua trees. Weird looking flowers that look oddly taken from some demented cartoon, and mountains made from a delicate balance of huge boulders, placed by nature like some dangerous marble jenga monument. On to the Knotty Pine Cafe in Payson the food was excellent and the ride was an odd concoction of sun burn and goosebumps. We both reaked of sun screen anyway, to no avail our fair skin rolled pink over the course of a few hours under the sun. The weather was very nice in the 70's all day and we abliged our speedometers to the same treatment for a few miles north of Payson. Down one of the coolest little switch back decents into a specific canyon manned by two older park rangers is the natural bridge. My ankle was still a little twisted from finding 1st gear and the starter button tangle with the weight of the big bike on it, so we walked down to make out point, look out #4, and took some pictures. Just as Derick was taking one of the first pictures of me during the trip my batteries failed, so other than his word their is no evidence of the trip every happening. Perfect. The remaining pictures were taken on our phones and I have yet figured a way to take them off of it and onto the computer. We stopped at an old bike salvage yard and found a tresure trove of awsome hogs. Period chops and war bikes, I paid less for my running twin cam ultra than this guy wanted for a long term project so we roared back to starbucks and broke camp. This was one of many day trips to come. Stephanie is looking forward to taking me to some of the more illusive points of intrest in AZ. There are many, although I don't think we will be stopping off at any motorcycle salvage yards, we could turn up and awsome wind chime of blown glass and copper. By the way and unexpected modification made the bike wicked quick, yet the favorite so far is the hardwired garage door opener. Harley Nerd? new term? Love you all.