The Road

The Road

Saturday, June 30, 2018

Getting Ready To Travel

Yup,now it's that time again.It's mid June and I am just about finished with this project I have going  building an art studio in my friends basement .Been at that for a long time now and  it is turning out really nice but now I want to move on.Haven't worked on any motorcycles or done any painting and I need to get back to my own life.So,with the end in sight there I am starting to look forward to heading up to my camp .I'm thinking next week so I need to start getting the truck in shape to travel with.The plan is to use the truck and bring up the generator,the chain saw,and get lumber to build a trough way on the bridge over the summer.If I can get those three things accomplished I can use the BMW K100 to go back and forth in July August,and early September to save money on gas.Yeah,gas,we are being raped again by these greedy scumbags .I'm seeing 3.50 a gallon for regular now so using the bike is a necessity .The bike gets 42-47 MPG the truck gets 8-10 MPG,and the wagon gets 22-25 MPG so the truck will go once,the bike will go three times , and the wagon will do the final trip  .This approach will give me an acceptable mileage figure for the four or five trips I will make up this season. Money is tight, it's always been like this for me but I deal with it and make it work. The bridge work and finishing the siding are my goal this summer.Once those two projects are finished the place should be in saleable condition so when the time comes to head to Arizona I can  sell.I may bring the kayak up and the Yamaha R5 too but that is still up in the air.Maybe just the yamaha so I have cheap transportation while I'm up in the truck .I do love exploring the rivers in my kayak but really need to focus on finishing up this place.It's come a long way since 2015 when I started this fix up so now it's time to get it done.



Now It's Two Weeks Later !

Never worked on the truck, The price of gas made me rethink my plan and I pressed the good old 1965 Valiant Rat Wagon into service for my trip up to St Regis Falls. She didn't need much , a tune up and an oil change basically , I did a few other little things then packed her up and headed off.  Had a great trip . Everywhere I went people were giving me the thumbs up as I rolled down the road with my kayak tied to the roof .The camp came thru the winter ok,no trees were down on the buildings and everything was exactly as I left it back in October. The weather was so so, kind of cold and damp then a couple nice days .I got out and wandered around.Bought supplies so the place is stocked for me to return in July on a motorcycle. This was really the point of this short trip. I'm back home now.I was only there from Friday afternoon to Wednesday morning. Not nearly enough time to enjoy myself but better than not going at all so I can't really bitch too much.Never got to use my kayak but I will at some point this season.Just being out in the woods all alone was enough to make me happy.I love being out there in the quiet with the animals.Lots of birds .I saw a turkey at the end of the road as I was coming in and as I was packing to leave there were these two herons just going crazy  making a racket for a couple hours . The moon was full the other night but I didn't hear any coyotes . I like it when they carry on at night in the woods. So,now I'm back here in Long Island. Drove home yesterday ahead of the rain and the coming 4th of July weekend .Supposed to go out on this vintage motorcycle ride the 7th up in Connecticut . You know,a tiddler tour hosted by a friend Dave Roper .Haven't ridden with Dave in many years. We used to have these vintage events years ago out on eastern LI but that was twenty something years ago.It should be fun.I'm going to ride up on my 1965 Yamaha YDS3 . Tomorrow I will start servicing her  and get her inspected so she's all ready and legal. It will be good going out on a long ride on the YDS3. Been way too long .
 



Today I worked on my friend Steve's 65 Plymouth Barracuda. Sure felt good to work on an old car with a friend again. I loaned him a motor to use in it while he gets an original 1965 motor for it.
Actually I have the 65 motor for him and as soon as I get a good running 66 motor for my project I can let him have it.The loaner motor is a good one but a later model slant 6 from an early 70's car.I had it in this Valiant my wife was driving about 10 years ago.She got in a pretty bad accident and the thing was totaled so I parted it out.Some 80 year old guy not paying attention just made a left at a fairly good speed right into her and that was it.





So,yesterday we got that motor running again for the first time in 10 years.She started right up and runs like a top ! Now we can continue tweeking that Barracuda so Steve can start driving her.My wagon is next.Bought a set of good used quarter panels last week on line.They should be here soon and then we will do all the rust repair on her.Plan is to do all the body & paint on my wagon first to sharpen our skills and them do a real nice job on the Barracuda. I like doing body & paint work and am good at it but it's been over 10 years since the last one so we practice on the wagon before doing the resto quality work on the Cuda . 20 years ago I sectioned in quarters on my wagon.Made them out of 65 Barracuda quarters. They lasted 20 years so I can't complain.Now it's that time again and I'll be doing this same job all over.So you see,it isn't like I'm clueless as to how to do this major surgery on my baby !


I'm psyched ! Finally,this car is getting the repairs she deserves . Took my wagon up to my camp last week and she used 3/4 rs of a quart of oil in the 1000 miles that I put on her.Not bad for a 53 year old motor that has never been rebuilt .These cars are rare these days,Most of them have been crushed.Sure glad I saved this one.

Friday, June 8, 2018

A Few Posts From The FaceBook Fugitive Blog

I am saving the posts that I don't want to lose over there by reposting them here. Soon I will be finished.I should have done this long ago.Last month I lost half of the posts there by deleting them by mistake.All the stuff I wrote about working on my camp over the past couple years is gone.It really sucks but that's the way it goes so fuck it.Anyway,I'm saving what's left here because this blog is going to survive and be my main blog from this point forward as I continue my work up north at my camp and my travels on my motorcycles.

Sunday, January 4, 2015

. This blog is about my life as a motorcycle riding artist and traveler. Enjoy. Over 30 Years Ago Today December 30th, 2014 Back in the 1970's and '80's I used to work in the city doing renovations on and off.I did a few on this one block in the East Village and one of those jobs was for my friend Richard.I was doing his apartment and building him a dark room .It was this very day,the 30th of December ,when I was driving in to go to work in my 1965 Valiant.The car was running great,I was in the Mid Town Tunnel when traffic stopped. I put my foot on the clutch and there was nothing there! I was stuck right in the middle of the tunnel ! There was a kid behind me and he offered to push me out . What luck ! So he gets me out and stays behind me while I crawl under the car to see if it's something I can fix right there .No luck. I thank him for his kindness and he asks where I'm going so I said east 9th between 1st and 2nd. He then offers to push me all the way down town to there ! He pushed me down to St Marks Pl,around the block and put me into a legal parking space right in front of Richard's building ! Didn't want any money so I gave him a few joints. I don't know what it is but when these things happen to me just like last summer with the bike and the guy who helped me, I always end up meeting some stranger who is incredibly kind. I worked all day and called up a friend from LI who had a truck. He comes in with his truck and a 10 foot long chain and we start pulling my valiant up 1st ave to the tunnel.We had no idea that you can't tow in the tunnel .We get to the approach and there is this massive traffic jam.We are right at the entrance to the tunnel when this cop comes over waving his arms yelling you can't you can't .I roll down the window and he's telling me I need to use the 59th st bridge.I point behind me and he looks and sees this wall of cars and throws his arms up in the air and waves us on into the tunnel.So,I have more good luck. I get the car 40 miles to home and put away in a garage I had rented where it sat all winter waiting to get fixed. I finished Richard's place,put this rat I had on the road so I had a car to use locally and just used the train to get to the city.At the end of the job Richard gave me this 1969 650 Triumph he had as pay for some of the work.I was happy with that but I could never get the thing to really run right and here begins the story of how I got my little 1969 Yamaha DS6C back from the dead.
This photo above is a photo of my '69 DS6C when I rode it up Newfoundland back in 1975 wandering about seeing the world. Then my life went south,it all fell apart and things weren't good with me at all.The bike was stolen from my yard one day and a week later I found it all trashed but I saved it in my garage anyway just because I loved it and after doing Richards job I reconnected with it and here it is in about 1983 up at my camp.She was back in service and I was traveling on her again !
By the late 80's it had red body work and low pipes.The only thing DS6C was the frame.It wasn't always this way,and I wanted to bring it back to the bike it used to be.What happened is that it got stolen,destroyed,and recovered back in the early 80's.It sat for a while, I fooled around with this 650 Thiumph,it was nothing but agrivation,sold it and found myself bikeless.That lasted for about 3 days.I looked around and found this 70 DS6 with no papers. Back then no papers was a real problem so I got the bike cheap.I had the paper on my DS6C so I took the new one apart and set it up on my DS6C frame.It was ugly but it was a good runner.I drove it like that for 10 years.It was my only bike!I looked and looked but could never find a DS6C so I made it into a DS6 and used it this way for a real long time.
Then I got into bike restoration and I started to restore the blue YM1 and started sending out wanted pictures of a DS6C in all my letters and parts orders. It was 1989 now. One day in 1991 I received a call and some guy in Pa. told me about this Harley Dealer in NJ. who had about 100 old Yamahas in a storage building.It turned out the dealership was originaly a Yamaha dealership and these were all just left behind by the previous owner.I called and made an appointment for the next day and when I got there I couldn't beleive my eyes.There were about 150 Yamahas from the 60's just sitting there and a parts room full of NOS parts! I found my DS6C and another one for parts.The good one was left there in 1969 over an unpaid repair bill!! It had 1400mi on it,a dented tank,smashed instruments and a dented rear fender,the rest of the bike was like new.I got the pair for 300 dollars. After we did the deal I asked if I could look around the parts room some.The owner said sure go ahead so I did. I found a YDS3 front fender and all sorts of bits and peices for my yM1.I also found a front brake for the TD1B that my friend Don Scarborough was building. This place was a gold mine. Over the next year I told all my friends about it and we cleaned him out.The one thing he didn't have was a green DS6C gas tank.That was the only part I needed to get back my DS6C.I looked and looked and one day I found one in NC. at Wilson Cycle Center.This place turned out to be another gold mine.The owner was a real gentleman. He used to send me my parts with a bill and give me 30 days to pay!So I order the tank and I wait and wait,no tank. I call,he says he sent it UPS so I track it. It turns out he sent it to my friend Don in Michigan. I finally get the tank and a fully restored DS6C with 1400 miles on it.
Like the YDS3 , the YM1,and R5 I use it all the time and it looks and runs as good as the day I finished it.I've owned this bike since 1971. I rode it to Newfoundland,all over the Adirondacks, and Maine & Nova Scotia. It's probably the best motorcycle I have ever owned next to my R5,my YDS3,YM!,and Moto Guzzi 850T .They are all the best bike I've ever owned . This is the thing with motorcycling. Every bike is a different ride and each has it's own thing that really makes riding it special. It's almost as if they are living beings. If they could speak they would have some incredible stories to tell like this picture.It was taken in November 2010 after I returned from a 14000 mile ride on the Moto Guzzi.I had just met this guy Juan on this meet up thing for vintage motorcycles and we went on our first ride together. Since then hundreds of hours of good times wrenching and riding on our old motorcycles and it just goes on like this. Motorcycling has been the most positive force in my life and the one thing that has kept me going when I was ready to throw in the towel. It has brought some of the most incredible people into my life and opened up so many opportunities for me that it would be impossible to count them all.
HAPPY NEW YEAR

Sunday, January 4, 2015


Finished My Painting

Yesterday I decided what I wanted to do with this painting so in the early afternoon I attacked ! I painted for a few hours and tweeked it this morning and here is the result.
I call it "Arizona Rust" It's oil on canvas 16x20 and for sale (not cheap but then I never sell any of my stuff cheap) Traveling out west this past October has inspired me to paint.This is the first of what I hope will be a whole series of paintings from the Southwest Desert.Now that it's winter I'll have time on my hands and use it as I bounce back & forth between paint and building motorcycles out in the garage. This week I'm going to start cleaning out the garage and getting ready to work on the 1988 BMW that my friend Tony threw my way back in November.Can't wait to attack this project.
Working on bikes sort of lights the creative fire in my head.I can't figure it out ,there is no connection between the two things other than that they both are real enjoyable for me but this is how it works. Yesterday I also listed the 1965 Commando 273 V8 motor I have on Craigslist. This particular motor is of historical significance because it is the first year and the first high performance small block Chrysler built.It's the predecessor of the 340 .A little screamer that winds right up to 6000 rpm's when you open up the 4 barrel .It was meant for my gold 65 Barracuda but I never got around to installing it 'cause the 318 I used when I built it never wore out so why change it.Well,the Cuda is history now and I like the 66 convertible and the 65 wagon with the 6 cylinders they have in them.From my perspective the 6 is easier to work on and cheaper to run .
Starting to get rid of stuff I'm not bringing to Arizona now. It could be yours for $1200. I also bought a transmission for use as a spare for my 66 Valiant convertible because two weeks ago I sold the one I had to my friend TA to replace his in his 1966 Dart Station wagon.He.s a good friend and needed to fix his ride so I helped him but then started to search for a replacement for my inventory.Gotta have spares when you drive fifty year old cars.The vert is coming to Arizona for sure.It will be great to have a convertible out there man. Ah,the life of a motorhead is the life I chose and I gotta say,I wouldn't change a thing.I'm independent ,don't have any stinking car payments,am not enslaved by the bank so fuck it all,I'm way better off than most.It will be a happy day when I finally am heading west in a truck full of my motorcycles and parts.I LOVE ARIZONA !
I know that once I get out there and set up shop there will be a 30's car in my future.I really like mid 30's cars,they are so fucking cool.Something like this 36 Plymouth that I just lifted off the internet is what I'm going to be looking for once I get out there. Well,I think I'll prep another canvas and start thinking about what I want to paint next.I have time on my hands and it's shitty out so I may as well paint today .I have some ideas,I brought home this yellow orange paint that I used on Pete's house for the shingles.The whole time I was painting that house I was thinking how that would be a good base color for a desert painting so I think I'll fool around with that.

I'm Ridin 53 Years This Year !

It's hard to wrap my mind around this but I've been riding a motorcycle for 53 years ! It was seamless from bicycle to motorcycle.The same day I got my drivers license when I was 16 I bought my first motorcycle.That was back in 1965 . Here is a photo of me in 1969 on my first cross country ride and another in 2010 on another cross country adventure.
I'm going to leave this Earth on 2 wheels but not just yet.I have a few more trips planned before that day comes.Last summer I headed northeast up into the Canadian Maritimes for a good 5 week ride camping and wandering about. The next post I do is going to be all about this trip.I have to sort thru the photos and write it in text edit first.Been trying to get this done for months but things always get in the way .Now it's frigid out and I have time on my hand so I'll be doing some dreaming about last summer soon. MY RIDE 1975 Moto Guzzi 850-T taken out in the Painted Hills of Oregon 2010   
 My New Ride : This bike was a gift from my good Tony Leteri. A 1988 BMW K100RS .She came to me as a non running bike with 12000 miles on the clock.Hadn't been run in close to 15 years but with some research and some learning and hard work she is now a fully functional motorcycle again and back in service.This is the bike I will be going on my next cross country trip on .


 
The Bike I crossed the country on in 1969 1965 Yamaha YDS3 (this is one I restored not the actual bike but exactly the same in every detail right down to the dealership it was sold at


Another Painting and ramblings from a past life

A posting from my other blog. I will be adding some of these to this blog in the near future.

Now it's Christmas eve and yesterday I finished the 2nd painting that I've been working on since last week. I love it when I get productive. This is what I just did with that base color that I used on the outside of my friends house.
Working with that orange/yellow color as a base coat really gave this picture some heat even though it is under the colors that actually make the painting.It bleeds thru due to the translucent quality of the oils that I overpainted with.Now it's time to get going on another.I'm thinking maybe an image from my trip up to Prince Edward Island might trigger something in my mind and pop out on the canvas .This is how it works,it doesn't get copied ,I look at it some and then some other image comes out with feelings of the photo I used for inspiration.I don't see the point in coping something , I'd much rather create something but that's just me. You see,to me painting is expression of what's in my head .So,now for the search for that image.To do that I gotta go downstairs to the basement and light up my old Mac G3 mirror door tower where I store all my photos.It's too slow to really use for the internet but with 3 huge hard drives it's a great storage space for all my digital photos.You know,when I go out on these motorcycle trips I come home with as many as 6000 pictures. This is the beauty of digital photography,I can shoot away as much as I like and it doesn't cost shit ! Back in the old days I'd shoot some pictures then the film would sit in the refrigerator and eventually get tossed for lack of money to develop it.This is why I have so few photos of my past like when I lived in LA and went to Alaska & Newfoundland.I didn't even bring a camera when I hich hiked to Alaska and that was a 3 month 11,000 mile treck from NY and back.Probably just as well,I have to write about it instead and sometimes that's better.Here is something I wrote about that trip : The trip to Alaska was one of those spur of the moment things. We were sitting on the beach the night Hugh got home and we just looked at each other , both high as a kite,and said ALASKA! We really wanted to go to Mexico but ,hey what the fuck,Alaska was a cool place to head off to. This was July 3rd 1971. We left on the 5th of July. Standing out on the corner of Little Neck Rd and RT 25A in Centerport New York with a cardboard sign that just said ALASKA. Two hippies with packs on our backs and a guitar. I think people picked us up because we were so outrageous ! We did ok that day. Got all the way up to Syracuse NY by sunset. Then , just as we were thinking about finding some woods to sleep in this truck picked us up and that was the beginning of a major change in my life. I didn't know it at the time but I am still affected by that ride. The driver was this guy in his 40's named Howard. At first we didn't know what to make of the situation,we had a ride and he was telling us we could camp in his backyard . He told us he was going up to Ogdensburg on the Canadian border and he'd take us to Ottawa Canada the next day. I was leary but we went and ended up sleeping in a tent his kid had set up in the back yard. The next morning he woke us up at dawn announcing that breakfast was being served. I walk into the kitchen and there standing in front of me is this beautiful woman and as our eyes met we became friends. Barbara was just one of those people we all meet once in our lives . There is no figuring it out ,no rhyme or reason to it ,it just happens.We became instant friends and as we were driving into Ottawa she told me to come back and tell her about Alaska on the return trip.We parted ways and moved on. Wandered around Ottawa and stayed at a youth hostel that night. The next couple days we made steady but slow progress.On our 3rd day in Canada we got a really cool ride. This school bus full of hippies picked us up and as we drove down the road they picked up everyone until there was no more room in the bus. Then we found a place way out in the country and held up there for the weekend. There must have been 30 of us and at least 4 different languages being spoken .We camped by a river where we all could get naked and swim. The drugs flowed freely and we partied all weekend! Monday morning we all piled into the bus and they dropped us off at 10 mile intervals as we drove down the Trans Canada Highway heading west. Got stuck in this town in Ontario called Wawa . Reading the messages on the back of the road signs telling us we were going to be there a while. One read "stuck here for 8 days now" That's when the retired school teacher and her grand daughter picked us up. Standing on the side of the road for hours gets old after a time. We were stuck in Wawa for 6 hours now and it was starting to look like all those notes on the back of the road signs were true when a car stopped.We ran up and in the car was an old woman and her grand daughter who was about 16 years old.We climbed in and down the road we went. Got to the next town and they dropped us off and told us they were going to go have lunch..We figured they just wanted to loose us and starter thumbing for rides. Lucky for us we didn't get one 'cause an hour later they came back and told us to hop in. They then told us they wanted to talk it over before taking us on 'cause they were going to Calgery and that was a three day ride! We scored! The car was small so the woman bought a luggage rack for the roof and we put our packs up there. I did most of the driving splitting it with the woman 'cause neither the girl or Hugh had a drivers license . At night they took a motel room and we camped in near by woods and did our washing up at the local gas station.It worked out well for us. They fed us and gave us a 2000 mile ride in exchange for some driving and the security of having some men with them as they traveled across this huge expanse of Canadian Prairie. We made it to Calgary on the morning of the third day.As we were saying our good bye's the woman slipped me a 10. dollar bill and her address . She asked if I would write her and tell her how our trip went. Now we were out west! It was time to head north to Edmonton . This guy picked us up and bought a bunch of beer.We started driving but only went as far as this park outside of town.He told us that the Calgary Stampede was about to start and that we should stick around 'cause it was a real good party. We camped with him that night.Morning came and we decided to keep going rather than hang out for the Stampede and off we went . Got a ride up the road for 10 miles then were stuck again. Hours went by as we waited there until this guy picked us up. He told us he lived in Edmonton with his wife and daughter. We drove for a while and finally arrived in Edmonton at dinner time.He invited us to his home for dinner where his wife insisted on doing our laundry. They let us shower and then dinner was served. His daughter was our age and asked if we would like to see the town after dinner. This family was incredible! Not only did they take us in,do our laundry,and feed us but they also gave us a place to sleep for the night and a night on the town! We hit all the usual places and then ended up out at this park where all the local kids hung. Got high and drank some of this Canadian beer called Uncle Ben's Malt Liquor. We all got really wrecked and somehow made it back to her house. Next day we were fed breakfast and on the road again but not before we were given their phone number and told to come back on the return trip ! Now we were heading north and getting close to the Alaska Highway. We still had a ways to go but we were almost on the road up to Alaska and we were psyched. We left Edmonton early in the morning. Headed to a town called Grande Prairie .It was an uneventful day. Got some rides and slowly made our way there . Got to Grande Prairie in the late afternoon. Our last ride into town was a young guy in his late teens.He told us about a youth hostel there where we could stay for 2 days,rest up get showered & fed all for 50 cents a day if you had it and free if you didn't! Being from New York I thought this was too good to be true but I was wrong! That was the deal and we took advantage of it. There were a few other hippies staying there and the girl who ran the place was really cool too.We all went out in her car exploring in the day . Smoking grass and drinking beer, just enjoying ourselves. Two of the guys staying there were on their way down from Alaska and gave us a good peek at what we were in for. They told us about some cool places to go and warned us about the black flys. What they said was really valuable to us. The most important thing they told us was to throw away your soap and only bath to get clean in the rivers and lakes. The flys are attracted to perfume and you had to get used to not using soap to survive them. They were right ! I didn't use soap for the next 6 weeks! Bathed every day just didn't use soap. We kept on going and the next day we made it to Dawson Creek where the Alaska highway begins. This Greek guy picked us up there. He told us he'd take us as far as Ft Nelson BC. . That was 300 miles north of where we were. After about 50 miles the highway turned to a gravel road . He told us that that is how it was going to be for the rest of the way to Alaska! We made slow steady progress on this dusty gravel road and then stopped for lunch out in the middle of nowhere. When we arrived he showed us where to camp and where the town was and left.We were in that town for 7 days! Couldn't get a ride no matter how hard we tried. Hugh was oblivious to what was going on all around him at this point. He was starting to worry me . Telling me he was seeing auras around my head and crazy shit like that. I didn't know it at the time but his schizophenia was starting to rear it's ugly head ! Day after long day we sat on the side of the road getting passed by these fucking winnebagos. On the 8th day this guy stops and tells us he'll take us all the way to Anchorage 1200 miles away but we have to wait 2 more days while his friends get their big truck fixed.At first I thought it was bullshit but again,I was wrong . It turned out his friends and him were opening a pool hall in Anchorage and hauling up an entire pool hall in this old U Haul 28 foot truck all the way from Georgia! What a bunch of crazies ! these 4 hippies in a huge truck and a small pick up driving from Georgia to Alaska with 17 slate pool tables,balls,and everything else to open up a fucking pool hall! The trip from this point forward would become very interesting I thought to myself and I was right. After a day of waiting we finally left Ft Nelson.It seemed the rear end of the truck was worn. There were cavities forming on the teeth of the ring gear and causing the noise the guys were worrying about. This old guy at the garage suggested they dump a few lbs of powered graphite in with the gear oil.He claimed this would pack the cavities and quiet it down . He felt we could make it the 1200 miles to Anchorage by doing this. The guys did this and off we went. Got as far as Watson Lake where a wheel bearing failed. Limped into town and got that fixed. On the road again! Things were good with these guys.We smoked lots of dope and sucked down the beers as we made our way up this very curvy and dangerous gravel road. It was a slow go. At times we were only able to crawl along at about 10 mph. The road was like a washboard and the passing truck traffic would throw up rocks smashing the windshield. The dust was unbelievable when one of these huge semi's would fly by in the other direction. Zero visibility for about a mile . This went on for a couple days until one day in the late morning the drive shaft broke. We were out in the middle of nowhere . About 50 miles from Haines Junction. They sent the guy with the pick up in with the drive shaft to get it fixed and there we were on the side of the road for a day and a half. We were hungry and as luck would have it they had a small dirt bike on the back of the truck with the pool tables . None of them knew how to ride so I got pressed into service. I rode into Haines Junction,found the other guy and got the bad news that the parts were not in yet to fix the drive shaft. Bought a bunch of food and headed back to the disabled truck and my friends. Riding on that road was unbelievable.It was beautiful beyond belief with 18,000 ft mountains off in the distance and alpine meadows covered in purple fire weed that stretched for miles out in front of me . That is until a truck would fly past and cover me in choking dust. Well, I made it back and we had food . Later that day I decided to ride the dirt bike off road across this meadow . Here I am in the Yukon on a dirt bike! I was in heaven. So I'm blasting across this field of purple when off in the distance I see these 3 wild horses. I hit the gas and head right for them wanting to check them out.I never saw wild horses before and this was really cool. I'm blasting along jumping holes in the ground and rocks ,small logs,and burnt out stumps from the forrest fire that happened there a while back when the horses see me. They all start to run but not away from me . Instead they were running off to the side sort of perpendicular to my position. I thought to myself how strange that was and when I got to where they had been I got off the bike to look around.I walked about 75 feet and there was the reason they didn't run away, a cliff! The ground just opened up and there was this gorge about 100 ft deep and 100 yards wide! It wasn't my day to die! If I didn't see those horses or if they weren't there I would have driven right over the edge never to be seen again ! With the drive shaft fixed we were back on the road making the final big push to get to Anchorage.We still had many hundreds of miles ahead of us but had this vibe that all was going to go smoothly .It did sort of anyway. We left Haines Junction behind and were driving thru the most scenic part of the Alaska Highway now. It was a rough go at times but as we headed towards Destruction Bay things got really beautiful. There is this huge lake called Kluani lake? and that's where Destruction Bay is.On the other side of the road is mountains and glaciers . Up on the hill sides there are these mountain sheep . They are really cool with these horns that look like ram horns . Saw quite a few of them on the sides of the mountains and the glaciers were just incredible. The water coming off them was this greyish color and the taste ! Mmmmmm it was like nothing else in this world. We kept on driving day in day out until we reached the Hot Springs. There we rested and soaked in this warm sulphur water that smelled like rotten eggs. What luxury ! Here we were out in the middle of the Yukon in the northern woods soaking in a warm bath of natural sulphur water. It was a very private place that most people didn't know was there so we could be naked and get really clean.We soaked until we were all shriveled up like prunes,smoking dope and laughing .It was nice and a well needed rest. We spent the night there camping next to the trucks. The next day wasn't so good. The driver of the small pick up ran off the road and put a hole in the radiator. We fucked around with that and got it to hold water ,filled it with pond water and down the road we went to Whitehorse. Wow! paved road for 20 miles on either side of this town!!! Smooth driving for a time. In Whitehorse we stocked up on food and supplies for the last leg of our journey. Pushing on we kept going and finally we were there! They dropped us off at the road that heads down to the Keni peninsula . I knew this guy from high school who was living down in Seward so that is where we headed next. Now the Alaska I'm talking was vastly different than the Alaska of today . It's the Alaska before the pipeline 7 years after the big earthquake. Seward is at the very end of the road on the coast.It was a busy fishing port before the quake. When we rolled into town it was strange. There weren't many buildings there and the fishing docks were gone. The guy that gave us the ride down from Anchorage knew my friend so he drove us right to his door. It was good to see someone I knew. Bill was a Veit Nam Vet who came back after doing his 13 months in the Marines killing gooks. He had his fill of society and that's why he moved to Alaska. He married this girl from Washington State and they had a couple kids. He was doing good and working on building a cabin way out in the boonies to go live in away from the world.We stayed with him for the weekend and had a good time. He was happy to see some familiar faces and hear about all the dirt from back on Long Island. On Monday morning it was time to go. That weekend Hugh started to really get strange. Telling me and everyone else he believed I was the reincarnation of Jesus Christ. This was really to strange, so strange my buddy Bill was telling me to get away from him because he thought he might snap and do something bad. Hugh wanted to stay in Alaska at that point so Bill encouraged him to go to Homer where he could get a job in a cannery. Hugh went for it and on Monday morning we split the 40 dollars we had, each taking 20 and started on our individual journeys . I got a ride out of town by this guy who lived up the road about 10 miles. Then I got another ride by this older guy who invited me in for lunch.He was a retired sheriff from Kansas and a gunsmith. I spent a few hours with him. Unknown to me,but not him, there was a bank robbery in Seward earlier. He knew I had nothing to do with it 'cause he had a description of the guys and kept me there sort of to protect me without my knowledge . He was showing me all sorts of guns and how he made parts for them it was really cool. Then it was time to hit the road.I thanked him for his hospitality and he told me about the robbery and said to tell the cops I was with him and he would vouch for me.I thought that was nice but kinda strange , why would I be talking to the police. Well. I went thru 4 road blocks and was searched at gun point each time that day! I never dropped his name 'cause they always let us pass and kept on going right past Anchorage out into this valley where they did dairy farming. Got a ride from this guy who had just filled a 55 gallon drum with gasoline to take to his farm. He asked me to help him unload it and as we were unloading it he asked me if I needed a couple days work. Told me he couldn't pay me much but he'd feed me and give me 40 bucks when I left for my trip home. I took him up on his offer and did farm work for the next two days. I worked my ass off but it was good and he was a friendly guy so I didn't mind. Now I had 60 dollars and I was 5000 miles from home. Not bad considering when I started this trip I had no money and Hugh had less than 150 dollars. Got back on the road . A few people gave me rides but they weren't very far ,maybe 50 miles down the road. The weather had turned bad too. It was mid August ,raining, and 50 degrees. All I had was this Canadian Army sleeping bag that my father was given when he worked on the DEW Line up in the Arctic in the 50's to keep me warm. It's a good bag, water resistant canvas with eider down and wool. Hugh bought a tent half way across Canada when we were with the old lady so he kept that. I was out there on my own with very little protection and in the middle of nowhere. I was ok with it. I knew how to keep myself warm and dry so I held up in this spruce forrest for a couple days . Made a small lean to and stayed in my sleeping bag . After two days of this the weather broke and I hit the road again. Got a good ride this time. These people picked me up that were headed to the Yukon up by Dawson . They helped me get around the border crossing. You see I didn't have enough money to enter Canada at this point so I hiked around the customs station thru the woods and they waited for me down the road on the other side out of sight of it. That was a really nice thing they did for me! They got me down the road with this other guy that they had picked up and left us off at the intersection where the road to Dawson meets the Alaska Highway. This is when I saw the bear fishing in the river. We made camp there ,me and this other traveler. The next day we split up thinking it would be easier to get rides alone. It was and I scored a ride that afternoon that would take me all the way down the Alaska Highway! This new ride I got was with a guy in a VW Bug.He was headed down to Vancouver and told me he would take me to the end of the Alaska Highway. That was almost a thousand miles! I settled in and we got to know each other. It was nice just being with one person for a few days. We had lots to talk about and the time seemed to fly by and in two and a half days we were down in Dawson Creek and I was on the road side again. Got a couple small rides and made it back to Grande Prairie where I spent another night in the hostel then the next morning I got a ride from this traveling salesman. He said he was going to Edmonton but had to make some stops and if I didn't mind waiting he'd bring me all the way to Edmonton. He was a nice man in his late 40's or early 50's. As we drove he told me about his son. He was saying that his son was out there just like me and how wonderful he thought it was that we were doing this kind of thing.At lunch time he took me into a cafe and bought me this great meal telling me that he hoped that someone would do the same for his son. It was a good day and at about 5 pm he dropped me off in Edmonton where I found a phone and called that girl from the trip up. She told me to stay put and she'd come out and get me ! An hour later I was in the shower at her families home and making plans to go out on the town with her that evening! This time I was alone so it was an actual date . We went out to this club for a while and had a few beers then she took me up to see the capitol. It was a kinda cool place and we walked all around it enjoying the view when we both realized we were the only ones there.We started laughing about that and smoked a joint on the lawn of the Provincial Capitol Building As usual,all good things come to an end and the next day I was on the road again a very happy young man. I got a few more rides down the road and got past Calgary and back on the Trans Canada Highway. It was Thursday night and I found some woods to sleep in . Slept in the woods outside of town about 50 miles east of Calgary. Woke up Friday morning to a nice day ,kinda warm and clear. The first ride took me down the road about 50 miles then there was a short ride and there I was stuck out in the middle of nowhere watching the traffic whiz by. Sat there for hours and then got a ride almost to a place called Medicine Hat. It was mid afternoon now and I was still out in the middle of nowhere . Sat there on the side of the road for an hour or so when this car with these long haired kids stops.I get in and we start talking and they give me a beer. They told me they were going way out to they're camp to the north of Medicine Hat for a weekend of partying and if I'd like I could join them. I figured what the fuck I may as well and said sure. So , off we went up this dirt road into nowhere.We drove for about an hour when we came to a small side road with a mail box and we were there! It was a really nice place on this river with a small cabin and an out house. No electric or phone . A hand pump for drinking water and that was about it. No neighbors for miles.We were in the sticks! The girls got a fire going in the wood stove and started cooking while us guys gathered wood for a camp fire. The beer flowed freely as did the grass and by the time the food was ready we were all flying at about 30,000 ft! That night we had a huge fire and sat around telling stories of our adventures while one of the guys played the guitar and sang these crazy songs about drinking beer! It was fun and we all ended up sleeping right there next to the fire. Next day we went down to the river where they had a couple canoes and took off up stream to go fishing and drinking. Caught some trout and had this great meal that evening with brown rice and trout, corn and a big salad. These kids knew how to party! That night we had another fire and just hung out enjoying the stars. It was so mellow and peaceful. No noise at all except what we made. Sunday we all went swimming and cleaned up the place and it was over. Time to hit the road again. When evening rolled around we left and like they promised they put me back on the Trans Canada where there was another kid thumbing a ride. He and I were going east and it was late now so we decided to camp in the near by woods. I don't think he was much more than 18 years old and here he was out there on the road!.He had a tent so we set it up and had a place to get away from the mosquitos. Slept like a baby that night and in the morning we packed up and hit the road.We were out there for maybe an hour when our first ride came.He took us to Regina.. That was a really good ride! Then we got a ride with this American girl who was heading to Ann Arbor MI. That was an even better ride. This ride would last 3 days and what a 3 days it would be. Regina is sort of out in the middle of nowhere but it's a nice place all the same. As we waited for a car to stop me and this kid just talked about all the things that we were doing and places we had been.It was nice and then this mid 60's Dodge Dart stops . We jump in and there is this American girl driving it. She asks where we are headed and tells us she's going to Ann Arbor Michigan. That's about a 3 or 4 day drive I said and she answered ,would you like to come along? We both said yes at the same time and off we went. Stopped at the outskirts of Regina at a store for food and other things we might need then we were off. We all seemed to get along well with each other and we were laughing about things and just having fun as we drove down the road. After a couple hours she asked if we had drivers licenses and I did so she turned the car over to me for a couple hours. We drove all day and in the late afternoon started talking about where we would spend the night. I pulled out my map and saw a provincial park that was on a lake about an hours drive from where we were so we decided to head there . When we arrived the guy at the gate told us the place was pretty empty and we could camp anywhere we like so we drove around and scoped the place out. Found a nice secluded campsite off to one end right on the lake and set up camp. Gathered a bunch of fire wood and then we cooked some dinner.It was a warm August evening and being that far north the days were still long so after dinner we all decided to go skinny dipping in the lake. It was a small lake and the campsite we had was on this little cove where others couldn't see us from the other campsites. It was really nice. The water was not very cold so we figured we could swim and enjoy ourselves. It was cold at first but after a short time it felt comfortable and we swam around splashing and carrying on laughing and diving under water swimming around. It was good! The three of us were standing neck deep in this lake watching the sun set and really enjoying the colors in the sky. Then we dried off and built a fire to get warm.As we sat around our campfire . Morning came and we built a small fire ,made coffee and some peanut butter & jelly sandwiches and ate breakfast before breaking camp. That day was another good day of travel. The three of us were sitting in the front seat together and we weren't really to concerned about where we were going or how long it would take to get there. Took a side trip up to this waterfall that these people we met on the road told us about and got naked ,went in and showered under this ice cold waterfall. Wandered back to the highway and drove a few more hours and then started to look for another place to spend the night. Back on the Trans Canada now and making time. We were going fast and putting some real miles between us and that wonderful park with the lake now.As late afternoon creeped up on us we neared Lake Superior . The drive was pleasant and the three of us were joking around and laughing . We stopped at this little store in this little town for some food and drink and looked at the map . Found a place on the lake that looked good so we headed for that and on our arrival we discovered it was another gem of a campsite! Right on Lake Superior! The lake is more like a fresh water ocean with waves and water as far as the eye can see,It's hundreds of miles across and really deep ,maybe 900 feet or more. We picked out a secluded campsite not that it mattered 'cause there was no one there and set up the tent . Got a fire going and decided to go swimming. We ran to the water in sort of a race and all dove head first into this lake. What a shock! This water was cold! Not just cold but freezing cold! We all screamed and were swimming around laughing but unlike the previous night there was no hanging out in this lake and fooling around ,we were out of there in less than 2 minutes! Tonight we made a real dinner .Back at the store we bought a steak and some potatoes,vegies,butter,corn on the cob, ice for the chest the girl had in the trunk and lots of cold beer. We were going to have a feast . Me and the kid gathered wood for a good cooking fire while she prepared the food for cooking. Got a roaring fire going and let it dye down to coals and started to cook.This was a communal chore and we all had our jobs to do as we prepared this huge meal.Oh man it was good! We ate and drank laughing and telling stories of where we had been this past summer. Talked way into the night as we sat by this nice warm fire listening the the small waves slap the shore of Lake Superior. That night was special. Probably the most special night of this whole trip. Funny how you really discover who you are when you are with total strangers that you have never seen and will never see again. You have this brief moment in time and that's it. No pre conceived notions about who or what the others are and they're in that same place with no ideas as to who or what you are. I think this is where one really finds out who he is. I know I did. Woke up to a cloudy day. Kinda cool and damp but not raining. We made a fire jumped in the lake to get washed up and broke camp. The mood was subdued. All of us realized our time together was nearing it's end. We hit the road mid morning and rode along the lake. The silence was deafening between the periods of laughter.We were all sad to see each other move on but happy for the time we had together. The day went by slowly.We stopped to check out views here and there and eat lunch then we saw the sign for Sualt Ste. Marie. The kid left first. He lived near there with his parents just outside of town so we dropped him off at his door. We all just looked into each others eyes and knew. Said bye and we were gone. About 5 miles down the road we came to the turn off to head south to Michigan or east on the Trans Canada. She asked me to stay but I couldn't. I had unfinished business in Odgensburg , NY and I told her I'd write and see her up in Vermont where she was ultimately headed . She gave me here address and we said good bye . The next ride took me out into the country again and when the guy turned off the road to let me out it was dark. I rolled out my sleeping bag crawled in and never felt so alone. Woke up to another cloudy day.It was early September now and the weather was changing. Hit the road early but only got these short rides to these small towns. Did this all day long and got to about 20 miles west of Ottawa to a place called Renfrew. The government beer store was still open so I bought 2 six packs of beer with the intention of getting drunk. Drank about 6 of them and just went to sleep feeling no pain but down. Woke up to a steady rain. Figured I was so close to the border now that I'd just go for it and get soaked . Got some rides and made it thru Ottawa and down to the bridge to the US where I would be seeing my friends from the trip up,Howard & Barbara. Walking across the bridge over the St Lawrence River in the pouring rain sucked and I figured the border guards were going to confiscate my last remaining beers so I drank them as I walked the mile or so in the pouring rain nearly broke and soaked. The customs guys just laughed at me as I walked in the door sucking down the last gulp of the last beer! I was so wet they didn't want to be bothered so they just looked at my NY State Drivers license and let me in. I asked if I could call someone in town and they asked who. I gave them my friends name and they all started laughing and called Howard up themselves.It seemed he knew all of them and when they got him they just said "hey Howard,you have a very wet visitor named Ed here, come and get him" 15 minutes later there was Barbara standing in the doorway of the customs booth smiling and telling me to come on we haven't had dinner yet and you must be starved. Back at Barbaras house we had a really nice dinner and I started telling her and Howard about my trip .We talked and talked way into the night and got kinda drunk on this wine Barbara had. They gave me a room and some clean linens and off to bed I went. Howard was up early and cooked this really great breakfast . As we were eating and having our coffee he announced that he wanted to go up to the camp that he and Barbara just bought in St Regis Falls. We packed up the truck and off we went into the Adirondacks Driving east thru Northern New York we went thru the little town of Canton where I had gone to school for a while back in 1968. It was my first time back there after fleeing in 1968. So you see,not having a camera isn't such a bad thing.It's just a little harder and more time consuming to get the description out when you paint with words but equally rewarding.So, these are what I'm putting in my mind before I start the next painting.These next few photos are from my 2015 motorcycle trip up to New England and the Canadian Maritimes on the T . Next summer in 2019 I will be out west on the BMW K100 doing more wandering . Life is good !
Now I have to prep the last new canvas I have and get going on it.I wonder where this one will take me.I never really know when I start even though I put this stuff into my mind for all I know I might end up doing an abstract or something . That whole thing about setting out to make something that is all planned out is just too restrictive for me ,I save that for when I do other stuff like build kitchen cabinets or some other things like tile work where I really need to know where I'm going and have a clear vision of the finished product in my head.That's the only way you can get there with that stuff but with art there is some freedom and it takes me to where it wants to go.

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