an american song and dance you that same ole song and dance
Coconut Meringue in Paducah, KY. (at D Starnes Barbecue)
Above the clouds on the Cherohala Skyway. #StreetBob
insomnia is the last person at the party that won’t leave:  too drunk to drive home, and too drunk to make out with…so you just let them hang out, and ruin your night.
Bringing my baby back home!  

Thanks to @adamecharley for getting her all tuned and ready for the long haul!  Such a great shop! Got my @harleydavidson running like a dream!  Northbound in the morning.

(📷: @suzb80) #StreetBob
One week till i hit the UK for shows, and travel adventures galore!  Check out the video in my bio to see what @statravelus & @visitbritain have in store.  Also, if you can watch said video to see what my apartment looks like (weirdos), and you can see that i forgot to make my bed (lazy). YEAH! STOKED! #WildCardUK
heading into Hance. #GrandCanyon
In the name of the Father, the Mom, and the Holy Coast.  
Amen.  ❤️
day 5 on the colorado river from lee’s ferry finds you in the heart of the grand canyon, and in the face of the most difficult and dangerous rapids of the trip.  starting the day off on the category 5 “Hance rapid” sets a rather serious tone among the usually jovial boatmen.  for the last four days, they are nonstop river of jokes and stories, and on day five, they are all oddly silent.  compulsively checking, and rechecking all the straps and knots on their oar boats.  

before entering Hance, the boats are moored on a little sliver of beach, so the boatmen can climb a ridge overlooking the monster rapids and scout out the safest runs.  Though each boatman has run these rapids hundreds, if not, thousands of times, they are still warily cautious about them, for a wild gust of wind, or slight imbalance entering a wav can end in a flipped boat, which can end…badly.  We jokingly goaded our boatman Wilbur, all day, trying to get him to run us through the ringer…a prospect he did not seem too thrilled to take up. 

Till we entered Hance…

An especially windy day, made navigating the notorious rapids more difficult than usual, and very quickly, we found ourselves entering “the valley of the giants”, a series of three waves, notorious for flipping boats.  With us “punching” on every wave, and Wilbur powering through on the oars, we made it through, and all of the boatman agreed, we had the ride of the trip.  After surviving that blitz, Wilbur, with a wild glint in his eyes, exclaimed, “Fuck it!”…and he ran us through the ringer on every single rapid to follow for the next 4 hours.

And that night, safely on shore, he and i shared the last of my whiskey.
can’t win em all.
the edge of day five’s storm, creeps in on day 4. #GrandCanyon
cover me.