Welcome to my experiment! I am stuck on the 4th floor on the University Hospital and I am really really bored. It's day 4 and there is no end in site. I am here because my damn body is playing a game and won't quit. The game is how to turn a human into a camel. Let me explain. My body thinks there is a drought and is hoarding water. I'm a big guy normal weight is around 275lbs. With all this extra water, I am or was up to 375lbs. I look like a bloody blimp. This is the 3rd time in here for this. They give me medicine and it turns on the faucet full blast. Problem tho is it can wipe out your kidneys if not done right. Well, it appears that they hit it too hard this time and my kidneys are rather pissed off at the whole situation. Yesterday I got no medicine and none so far today. So,what's on their agenda? I wish I knew. The Dr wants to go in thru my jugular vein and do a close up check on my heart and see what's going on there. I was down to 358 yesterday and today's weight on a different scale was 364. I've got a long way to go I'm afraid. So who nose what will happen? I will say this, all of you out Jeeping suck and I sure wish it was me! Jeep on my friends!
Oh by the way, this was written on a Fire tablet. And if any of you feel the need to help someone, choose me and sneak me in some donuts. I really need some!
It's very early Friday morning and I can't sleep. I am sitting here watching an old movie, Me and Will, and reminiscing about fun times from days gone past. The movie is sort of a Thelma and Louise with the exception that they are riding motorcycles. They are in search of the chopper that was used in the classic film Easy Rider. It is mildly entertaining making the time go by. It brought back memories of the past when I rode motorcycles. As I like to say, the good old days. Above is the Predator. 500 cc's of pure adrenaline rush. I took it all over the place and had a hell of time on it. But, all good things come to an end and I was riding up in Idaho at the dunes of St Anthony. Funnest day ever, until that last run down the dune. Instead of a smooth transition to flat ground there was a 2 foot high pile of lava rock. We both flew and luckily survived. Bent the bikes handlebar and busted my tailbone. Great day that I am still reminded of daily every time I sit down.
Above sits the bike I always wanted to own. An acquaintance had one and he let me borrow it on occasion. The Honda Night Hawk S was a rocket ship. The government had put a new tariff on bikes 750 cc's and larger. So Honda took away 50 cc's and made it even more powerful than it was the year before. To this day, I wish I could find one in perfect shape to ride. It's probably for the best I never had one, I'm sure I would have got into trouble on it.
Say hi to my mom. This is the only foto left of the family bike, a 72 Honda cb350. Dad bought it from a family friend to go to work on and save money. It wasn't haul ass fast, but it did ok for an old bike. One of my fondest riding memories was riding that bike. Me and 2 friends left Ogden, went up to Logan and drove into Preston Idaho. We crossed over the mountain, with snowmobiles racing beside us and came out on the north end of Bear Lake. We followed the road south and came back via Logan Canyon. That was the best ride of my life. I'd love to do it again sometime.
Next in line was my high school purchase from the neighbor. A Mercury Sno-Twist. This machine was the fastest the year it came out, 1976, and was still damn fast in 1980. My friend bought one too so we spent a lot of time exploring the mountains during the 2 winters I had it. The only problem was they stopped making them in 77 so parts were like impossible to get. My senior year it began to run like shit so I traded to Mustang Andy for transmission for my truck which I happened to blow up at about the same time. I have rented one for a trip into Yellowstone a few years back as a Christmas present for Sam. That was a blast. I wouldn't mind another. Too bad they are so damn expensive nowadays.
To end I will share what started the whole off road need for speed craziness. Meet the Suzuki RM125, 1975 model year. Growing up in South Ogden was great. My parents house was pretty much surrounded by unincorporated Weber County. 50000 acres of sand and hills with some great tracks to race on. It was illegal to ride up there and we were chased by the sheriff numerous times. It added more excitement to the ride and we never did get caught. Sadly, the whole area is now houses. Lots of houses. Over the past 40 years the area has grown like crazy. I don't think I would street ride in Salt lake or Ogden at this time. Too many cars and too many idiots. If I still lived in Tremonton, I would ride. It's still a small town and not a lot of traffic. Hell, with the swelling population of ATV'S and UTV'S, the desert is even getting crowded. Oh well, there are still areas way out there you rarely see anybody. Jeep on my friends.
