tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59600942650374207192024-03-13T23:04:47.255-07:00El Camino: The Road to the Grand CanyonThis blog is to provide an account of my journey across the country. I am heading out on motorcycle with one backpack and a small bank. There is no plan other then the direction is west.Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400716865202570692noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960094265037420719.post-72196311753840250662011-03-11T08:55:00.000-08:002011-03-11T08:55:58.079-08:00Miami TripDay 1:<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">After finding a parking space, I began to set out on foot for a hotel within the price range of <$100. This was not an easy task for someone not knowing how Miami works. Basically there are some quality chain hotels such as Hilton and Marriot, these are mad expensive. Then along the road nearest to the beach there are outdoor restaurants which have taken over the sidewalk on the side heading inland. These restaurants are at the base of hotels, a fact I did not know my first few hours there. The hotels here range in price, from $99 (the cheapest I found) to $160 (most expensive I found). After asking around for a bit (couple hours) I located a hostel for $35. Luckily I was able to get a room. From the other travelers and staff I learned it is a hostel for international travelers. Henceforth I met people from Italy, Australia, France, and Holland. Meals were served at the hostel and it was during this time I learned that the travelers that would stay here would pretty much have a massive party the whole time they were here. Exclusive passes to clubs and concerts were passed out for free. While eating dinner, a girl about my age came and sat next to me on the steps. We talked for a bit and decided to meet up later and head to the beach. I headed off to find an indoor place to park my bike before meeting up with her. This task is not as simple as it sounds. Despite at least 4-5 parking garages in North Miami Beach there is only 2 that take motorcycles! I found that out the next day....anyways I met Julie back at the hostel just as dark came. I went into my room and met two of my roommates, a girl from Australia and a man from a Northern European country near Finland, unfortunately I have forgotten the name. He had a hangover and had been partying soo much that he really didn't know what day it was or when he was leaving, poor guy. Both of them had been traveling the US and seeing the big attractions in the states. We got on well together and they were very friendly and had much to talk about. Quite funny too. At night the hostel looks like a lounge/club. Couches and leather seating fixtures that were unassuming during the day were now illuminated by colored lights strobing from the ceiling. Beats pumped and thumped out over the pearl tile floor. The mirrors on the sides of the walls enhanced the mood, not to mention at least 50 well dressed young people relaxing with mixed drinks and ......laptops. Technologic. So Julie and I headed out to the beach. It was real soothing and quiet out here. Ah, one fact I should mention before I go on, the temperature was 70 degrees at the coldest part of the night. We talked at length about traveling, languages, and direct future plans. She also taught me how to climb a palm tree:). After the beach got a tad cold we walked into the city and explored downtown. Our adventure took us all the way to the other side of Miami Beach where we overlooked the bay and Miami. Well worth all the walking it surely was. Upon reaching the hostel, I planned to meet Julie the next day for volleyball at 3pm on the beach. Night.</span>Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400716865202570692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960094265037420719.post-72499285569448791632011-03-07T07:50:00.000-08:002011-03-07T07:50:26.093-08:00<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Miami Trip</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Continued on I-95 taking breaks every 70-100 miles. It was now about 85 degrees outside with a slight wind, good riding weather. Only one close call to an accident, a driver decided to change into my lane without having a thorough look. Being the fastest thing on the road I simply revved past him. Mighty close though, if I was a car there might have been some trouble. I reached Miami....then Miami Beach. It felt pretty good being welcomed to Miami by a Ferrari and a custom Hayabusa, just two of plenty of nice autos on the beach. I then did some joyriding around looking for a parking space near the beach, not an easy task for a newcomer. Despite it just being March the beachfront was packed. Again not with just any old cars.....porsche, Maserati, Audi, Lamborghini, Ducati, Hayabusa, custom choppers, custom trikes, classic muscle cars...e t c!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I asked a friend where she wanted to see in Florida......"a beach"....which beach?......."Miami"........ok!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">2 hours later I decided: Adventure!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I got to sleep around midnight and woke around 4am and left.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Needed a bit more clothes for the early morning chill, but I managed. The road seemed as though it was a thin line cutting through miles of trees. Smoke and fog hung directly overhead for a bit, then smoke thick enough to hide vision of more then 10 ft, followed by a thin sheet overhead. My bike's mpg was getting about 50 going 70-80. I rode on til I reached I95 just past Daytona.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">To be continued. </span>Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400716865202570692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960094265037420719.post-71534032508841417522011-03-03T08:07:00.001-08:002011-03-03T08:07:59.529-08:00<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">First off, I really should be keeping up with this blog. Much has happened since I last blogged. In chronological order:</span></span><br />
<ul><li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Applied for summer residential camp to be a counselor/teacher.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Got the job at the summer camp!</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Began seriously looking at bikes to buy.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Really started enjoying my time with a certain someone.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Slowly losing interest in current job, but still keeping up a positive appearance and attitude.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Found out I could get an online loan.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Got an online loan!</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Bought a 2004 Buell XB12R</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Joy rides for the past couple days.</span></li>
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</ul><ol><li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Summer job: I applied to a summer boys residential camp and got the job. After looking through many different jobs for the summer, I decided on one. Filled out the application, partially, and saved to do it later. Got an email from the coordinator saying to please finish, my application looks very promising. Finished. Received a phone interview followed by a reference check. Got the job! My excitement for this job and all the possibilities is torrential downpour, just doesn't stop. I am 100% confident I can do a good job there. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">2004 Buell XB12R: Bought for $3900. Clean. Tasteful mods all done well, mainly for cooling the bike down and increasing air flow. Not to mention security system and spare parts. Bike is fast and has enough power to keep me happy for a while. It rides smooth, shifts easily and has a great sound. I don't think I will ride anything but a Buell for a while.</span></li>
</ol><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My next post will cover the story of the Miami Beach Trip.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Firstly, I sold my Black Stalleone. His carbs are definitely bad, but I am positive the motorcycle tech students that bought him will take care of his problems and enjoy the ride. I also met a girl working at walmart. I convinced her to buy a printer and she convinced me to give her my number. She is honest, a rich supply of great memories, and fun to be around. My co-workers are easy to talk to and have some similar interests to mine. Encouraged by boredom and memories of past experiences I am writing a series of 'post it poems'. Basically short 8 line poetry about a single object, dream, place. Got a library card so have been reading a good amount while on breaks at work. Also have been working out each morning I can (taking a little break at the moment due to fever.) Riding to work each day also helps me keep in good shape.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Last week I attempted to get a loan for a new motorcycle, but because I have only been at my job for a month it is proving a challenge. I learned from a banker that each time your credit score is pulled up, a few points are knocked off, so my decision is to wait til I have enough saved up to pay in full. I cannot see a way how, but hopefully by late February, so that I can go to bike week in Daytona Beach (March 4th-13th.) The last couple days fever has got me down. Sleep has been difficult even though I spent most of my time in bed. Yesterday I finally got some, but am still tired. The fever and headache are now mostly gone, just a sore throat and tons of flem remain. Hopefully by Thursday at the latest I will be back to 100%.</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Fish</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Turkey drumsticks</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Mac n Cheese</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My Black Stalleone has major carb problems and leaked half a tank of gas while turned off, then went into hydro-lock. I am in the process of selling and looking for a new bike. I have been looking at honda shadow bobbers, possibly turning it into more like a chopper.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Lastly, I want to live in the country. City life does not suit me. I will just have to strive for that on my journey. </span>Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400716865202570692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960094265037420719.post-43856264723849752112010-12-19T06:03:00.000-08:002010-12-20T06:49:29.924-08:00Lowrider<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Lowrider is a song by War and talk-boxed by Fingazz that makes you feel outrageously cool when riding in an El Camino on a summer day with the windows down. It is styled for Chicano's that drive in old cars with big rims, slick tires, hydraulics, loud and heavy audio equipment, and fresh paint. Chrome is also a biggie. You "don't drive too fast" because of your massive coolness. Even though my El Camino did not have much of that, I still identify with the song as a cherished memory. Other songs that go well are Chromeo's Tenderoni and Bonafied Lovin.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">No, unfortunately I have not made it big yet. However, rays of hope are shining though the cracks in my life. Financially, there is light at the end of a month long tunnel. Socially, taking baby steps...still. Physically, getting a lot of exercise. In sports and hobbies interests, much I would like to accomplish. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Long drive in the El Camino.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Stay up all night playing Kingdom Hearts with a good friend.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The secret recipe for chocolate solami.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Maymont with a good friend.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">To build a snowman with someone I have not seen in a while.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Fire in my fire pit with my good friends. Meat aplently, slingshots, and soda, just once having room in my stomach for smores.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Go to DC Zoo with a friend, riding in the El Camino.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Discussing plans to travel and bicycling along the coast with a good friend.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Random trip to beach at midnight.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Design Christmas cards for family.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">At Wal-mart I am riding the 40hr/wk Christmas rush at the moment. That and the rebirth of my Ebay business will pay my rent for January. I am still looking for a place I can do some learning on motorcycles in my spare time. Recently I have become obsessed with bobber motorcycles and really want to make my own. Fat 240 in the back, a matte black paint job, shiny black wheels, simple straight handlebar, short straight pipes, and I can deal with a 600cc or 750cc.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Enjoying 70 degree weather,</span><br />
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<ul><li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Hired at Walmart, doing sales/stocking in the electronics department</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I am now pretty familiar with city and how streets work</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I sleep/eat/exercise well.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I am learning much and my interests are growing</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I have clear goals that I am working to achieve </span></li>
</ul><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Some negative news:</span><br />
<ul><li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> The job at Ruby Tuesdays did not work out but I did everything right</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I miss many aspects of my home in Virginia and the people there, but I am grateful for the experiences of now and those are to come </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The city does not satisfy, I want to be in or close to the open space of the country and a smaller town</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Also, I am now settling down to a semi daily routine:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">7:00 - Wake up and read motorcycle magazine</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">7:30 - Eat a 1/2 PB & J </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">8:00 - Check email/watch tv</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">9:00 - Shower/shave/brush teeth and get dressed</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">10:00 - Job search/interview, whatever needs to be done OR bicycle ride around campus and city/downtown and parking garages</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">2:00pm - Cook chicken and eat with salad</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">3:00 - Nap</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">5:00 - Eat mozzarella sticks + 1/2 PB & J</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">6:30 - Go play soccer at field</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">8:30 - Eat mozzarella sticks + computer stuff</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">9:00 - Watch tv OR read magazine BUT usually fall asleep</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Anyways, things are going well. I really have much that I want to achieve, so I began writing down a to do list. It will probably never get done, but its enjoyable to have. Money is getting tight, but I got it covered. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Goodnight from a place with warm weather,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Art</b></i></span></span>Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400716865202570692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960094265037420719.post-67049040633482853792010-12-03T04:54:00.000-08:002010-12-03T07:25:02.836-08:00Futbol<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Walking around campus this tuesday I stopped by the big soccer field as I saw a single person playing soccer. At the moment I cannot afford to buy soccer shoes, so I played in jeans and a pair of levi boat shoes (comparable in style to sperry's top sider, but thinner with cheaper material). My playing partner and I struck up a conversation and exchanged phone numbers so we could meet again and play. Yesterday, thursday, we met again and he introduced me to his friend. We arrived around 5:30 and darkness loomed all around us. At around 6:15 the lights came on and like a swat operation you would see on tv, people came from every corner of the darkness around the now illuminated field to play soccer. These intense college students warmed up. They passed and juggled the balls. They put their gear on. They got ready to play. They stood around chatting and freezing for 20 odd minutes (the last two days have been cold here in Florida)! This annoyed me. So just like I was at the YMCA gathering all the kids up to play, I gathered up all these students to play. Divided teams and began. The game was played with people randomly joining and leaving. Partial confusion that worked out. It was good. As my old coach would say I played like bambi, slipping and sliding whenever I tried to change direction. I enjoyed myself.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Happy I was, on my walk home despite being dirty, cold, and bruised. I finally have found something that really will lift my spirits, even when I do not know they are down. After playing this beautiful game, my outlook becomes more positive. Instead of building mental barriers and defensive shields against people that I perceive as annoying or not worth my time, I open a door and step out of my comfort zone. Soccer really has not done this much before. Possibly because there was pressure to win or get a scholarship. I never much tried for either of those. Maybe it is just because this time, there is more of a friendship involved. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Finally, I currently am developing a strategy to get a job at a motorcycle dealership. My gut is telling me the answer will be no, but I am really keen on this one. I will not take no as an answer. Even if its just volunteer I want to be around motorcycles or cars. I want to learn. Perhaps if I can find something to bring to their table they will accept my request. Any suggestions will be greatly appreciated.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It really has been tough meeting people, but I think I found a way. I decided to head downtown to get some 25 cent wings, but was stopped on the way when I saw a field full of soccer games. I joined in with various juggling circles, but overall the students there were not as friendly or social as the soccer players in Virginia. However, I am determined to join in their games and make some friends. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Afterwards I walked around campus...I realized then I have a bit of a problem. College kids. I have not quite worked out what it is about the majority of them that annoys me so. Regardless of what my problem with them is, if I want to make friends it will have to be with them. Also since I am living as their next door neighbor I better get used to having them around. Wish me luck in making friends.</span><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;">Art </span></b></i>Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400716865202570692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960094265037420719.post-2047263602665781352010-11-26T13:52:00.000-08:002010-11-26T14:12:49.473-08:00To do...<ol><li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Get tools for oil change</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Do oil change</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Call local YMCA's about openings</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Go to local mall and apply for jobs</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Finish online applications for Old Navy, Kohls, Publix, CVS, and Lowes</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Go to Carrabas, Hilton, Outback, and Bonefish Grill and apply for jobs</span></li>
</ol><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Today I started to experience some trouble with Black Stalleone. He overheated today and stranded me at a Publix. I went and got a burger and then he was good to go, but rode rough the way home.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Also here is a blog from Thanksgiving. 11/25</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So... I kinda like it here. The city-campus is huge and different then most others I have seen. Yesterday I checked out the sports pub for the Champions League matches. Placed at the top of nearly every wall were flat screen tvs, each playing a different match. Despite having so many different games playing at once, there was only one other person watching the games. We conversed for the remainder of the game, his team ended up losing. My team won though! Tottenham are currently topping through group and have made it to the knockout stage. I love Spurs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It is a tad disheartening I do not have a job yet. While I have only been applying/searching for two days and I am doing good on money, my desire to earn money to achieve my goals is becoming massively irrepressible. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">On a positive note I received an email back today from the director of a local soccer program and he stated he is very interested to meet me and asked for a CV. I completed a detailed one in a half hour and sent him. Now just need to wait on response. That is exciting.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Working hard,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">Arthur</span></b></i></span>Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400716865202570692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960094265037420719.post-17573451907129549052010-11-23T19:19:00.000-08:002010-11-23T19:19:17.272-08:00Trip to Florida<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The past day and a half I traveled close to 800 miles to Gainseville, Fl where I am now living in an apartment. Such a long distance on a motorcycle, especially a sports bike, was harder then imagined despite taking breaks every couple hours. Discomfort in my back and neck was pushed to the back of my mind as I hit the open roads of South Carolina, Georgia, and part of Florida. The ability to suddenly and drastically increase my speed also enhanced the experience. Towards the end I started to experience problems with the bike, possibly overheating or just wearing it out. As for now, the tiredness is getting the very best of me. Long day of job hunting tomorrow.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Goodnight,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">Arthur</span></b></i></span>Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400716865202570692noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960094265037420719.post-23375607756332221282010-11-21T06:13:00.000-08:002010-11-21T06:13:20.426-08:00Leaving home<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My final day in Virginia... The next couple hours will be spent doing laundry and packing. My parents and I are having lunch and I will try to visit a few people before the day is over. Mad busy day ahead. The word goodbye has taken on a new meaning over the past month, especially since there are people I will not be able to see before I leave. Anyways</span>, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">wish me luck Virginia.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">See you in Florida,</span><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;">Arthur</span></b></i>Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400716865202570692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960094265037420719.post-44653261056994310312010-11-12T19:38:00.000-08:002010-11-13T07:19:38.546-08:00Road BumpsRight now I'm riding on a road full of bumps...it is not the most comfortable ride, but if you forget about the discomfort then its 'Rad'. My father, brother, and I rode bikes on some dirt paths behind the houses when I was little. When we got home there would be bruises and scrapes from various obstacles, but to say the word 'Rad' throughout the ride made it something to look forward to every week.<br />
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My Black Stalleone has some problems with the carb and battery system. I took him to the only Suzuki dealer in town and he told me it would be a $600 minimum, probably more, to fix the carb plus the $75 he was already charging me to simply take a look at the carb and battery. Funny thing about the dealership, I took it in there and it was rideable, but the next day it was a leaking fire hazard...I didn't really think them to my best option, so he is now at a smaller shop down the road. Wish them and me luck. I need to get to Florida quickly.<br />
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My last day at the Midlothian YMCA was today. All I have to say is I learned well and had some great leaders and friends to teach me. Many opportunities were given to me and I didn't always choose the best options, but with those experiences personal growth has occurred. As though I am Link in Zelda: The Orcarina of Time, I passed trials, I overcame obstacles, I defeated the boss. Now I open the treasure chest and hold up the sacred wisdom and vital asset of TAKING PRIDE IN ONE'S JOB. Those who played Nintendo 64 in the late 90's will understand that analogy. <br />
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Finally, goodbye is hard. There is no easy way around it. There is no preparation. It is not something that should be dragged out. It is not something you can run away from. It will not get easier with time. When the time comes, I believe its better to just stand up and face it. Do not wait. <br />
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With Hope,<br />
<b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Arthur </span></i></b>Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400716865202570692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960094265037420719.post-68281045233325464782010-11-08T18:07:00.001-08:002010-11-08T18:09:08.521-08:00Pictures of Black Stalleone & El CaminoBlack Stalleone & El Camino<br />
http://www.facebook.com/#!/album.php?aid=32071&id=138984206152326Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400716865202570692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960094265037420719.post-20947073633731949602010-11-08T18:00:00.000-08:002010-11-16T07:19:28.889-08:00Inventory<u><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">To buy:</span></u><br />
<ol><li><strike>Sleeping bag</strike></li>
<li>Footprint for tent</li>
<li><strike>Digital Camera</strike></li>
<li>Thermals (turtleneck + long johns)</li>
<li>Fleece</li>
<li>Weatherproof Jacket</li>
<li>Trimming shaver </li>
</ol><u><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">To sell/give away:</span></u> <br />
<ol><li>Compaq Presario Laptop</li>
<li>Asus Eeepc 900 Netbook</li>
<li> JVC KDR6110 Car Radio</li>
<li><strike>Apple Ipod Nano 4GB 2nd generation</strike></li>
<li>Kylin Modular Motorcycle Helmet</li>
<li>Irongym Extreme Pull-up bar</li>
<li>Pentax K1000 manual camera</li>
<li>(2) Levi Boat Shoes</li>
<li>Asics Onitsuka Tiger Shoes</li>
<li>New Balance 574 Shoes</li>
<li>Clarks Desert Boots</li>
<li>Adidas Samba Classic</li>
<li>American Eagle Faux Fur Corduroy Coat</li>
<li>Hummel Aston Villa Bench Coat</li>
<li><strike>(2) Levi & Zoo York Slim Straight Jeans</strike></li>
<li><strike>Clemson University Hoody + (2) T-shirts</strike></li>
<li>American Eagle Slim Fit Sweater</li>
<li>Old Navy V-neck Sweater</li>
<li><strike>Adidas Soccer Polo</strike></li>
<li>(4) Soccer Shorts</li>
<li><strike>The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini</strike></li>
<li>The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger</li>
<li>Fast Food Nation by Eric Schlosser</li>
<li><strike>On Writing by Stephen King</strike></li>
<li>Lord of the Flies by William Golding</li>
<li><strike>Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer</strike></li>
<li>My Autobiography by Kevin Keegan</li>
<li>(4) Summer Shorts</li>
<li>Gap Gray khaki Pants</li>
<li>Urban Pipeline Brown khaki Pants</li>
<li>(2) Black/Gray Slim Dress Pants</li>
<li>Draft Lite Single Speed Track bicycle </li>
</ol><u><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">To Do:</span></u> <br />
<ol><li><strike>Take Black Stalleone to shop</strike></li>
<li>Do Taxes</li>
<li>Do Online Driving Course</li>
<li><strike>Establish Bank of America Account</strike></li>
<li><strike>Pay Credit Card off</strike></li>
<li><strike>Clean out El Camino</strike></li>
<li><strike>Clean out Room</strike></li>
<li>Fix Mirror on Black Stalleone </li>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Finally, there has been a change of plans considering the inevitable winter ahead. Florida, somewhere around the area of Tampa will be my first destination. I plan to stay there for a few months before moving on.</span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Not long now,</span><br />
<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;">Arthur </span></i></b>Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400716865202570692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960094265037420719.post-9956756762911639772010-11-03T19:59:00.000-07:002010-11-03T19:59:30.084-07:00To do list.<ol><li>Learn how to ride Black Stalleone better.</li>
<li>Make money.</li>
<li>Take care of taxes + drivers class.</li>
<li>Get new bank acct + pay off debts.</li>
<li>Buy a good bag + rain coat.</li>
<li>Buy under armour shirt/leggings + long sleeve shirts. </li>
<li>Get more sleep.</li>
<li>Get more exercise.</li>
<li>Get Black Stalleone fixed.</li>
<li>Find the Positive Me.</li>
</ol>Above is numbered in the order in which I thought of them. I bet that means something.<br />
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Sayonara,<br />
<i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Arthur </span></b></i>Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400716865202570692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960094265037420719.post-65222477916572171352010-11-01T20:30:00.000-07:002010-11-01T21:01:25.307-07:00Preparation<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I figure if I can laugh over daily mishaps and unexpected hiccups my trip will be enjoyable.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">With the excitement a child on Christmas morning I started the day early by heading to the DMV to register my Black Stalleone. I proceeded to take him out for a joyride on my way to work. A weak battery cut my ride short, leaving me stranded in a turning lane (at least it was not the middle of the road). I pushed him across three lanes of route 360, over a curb, through grass, and finally onto the front entrance of a steakhouse I work at. The manager allowed me to leave him there to charge for the day. Thanks to my father, for coming to pick me up so I could get to work. I then took El Camino to the YMCA. At work everyone happened to be completely filled in on the events of my morning by a co-worker that had passed me by in her car. My boss gave me a little bit of stick about the journey as I asked for the evening off and told her the story of my morning. She allowed me the time off though. I rushed to Topekas. I attempted to start my bike. He would not budge. The time was 6:00pm. I decided to stay for a while and fill my completely empty stomach. Accidentally, I neglected to eat all day. Periodically I would go outside to try and get him to start. At 9:00pm I finally got some hope. Then a full start. Taking caution, I waited and continued to let him charge to ensure that we would make it home. We did.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">All in all, I enjoyed today. From the day's experiences I <b>truly</b> learned one lesson: It might be best to prepare for cold weather.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Hasta luego,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Arthur</b></span></i></span>Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400716865202570692noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960094265037420719.post-9024735309788926492010-10-28T22:02:00.000-07:002010-10-31T19:37:45.678-07:00IntroductionI am not sure when it happened, but time is moving faster. <br />
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In two weeks I head west towards the Grand Canyon. As I am riding my <u>'Black Stalleone'</u> (Suzuki GSX Katana 600 motorcycle) and leaving behind my beloved 87' El Camino, I decided to name the journey after my truck. <br />
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So far preparations are coming along well. I made some key decisions today:<br />
<ol><li>Cargo pants as opposed to jeans</li>
<li> Itouch + USB drive as opposed to netbook.</li>
<li>Nike Shox + Clarks Wallabees as opposed to boots + boat shoes</li>
</ol>I suppose only time will tell how smart these decisions are, either way I will be content.<br />
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There are still plenty of tasks and decisions before I leave, they should not take me more than a week.<br />
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Next week, I plan on sleeping in my tent to get accustomed to the outdoors and set up/take down of my tent. <br />
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Finally, I felt my first little tingle of worry as I calculated various finances. It seems I may be leaving here with $100-$300 total. I'm not sure what to make of it yet, but I will just keep saving and selling everything I own.<br />
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Wish me luck,<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Arthur</span></i></b></span>Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400716865202570692noreply@blogger.com0