A couple of things.....some pertaining to fear of death.

I ride my motorcycle a lot. But I struggle. I struggle every time I park in a big parking lot like that of a grocery story or mall. I hear that people are bothered seeing a motorcycle taking up a whole parking space to themselves. Yet, where else am I to park? I see motorcycles parked often in the striped lined areas or on the sidewalks right next to the entrance of the attended store. I see that and I think it's nice to be able to do that.....but I don't know if I can do it. Is it right? Who made me more special than all others with such privileged parking, even parking closer than the handicapped just because I ride a motorcycle. I attended a church service the other day at a local mega church with a friend. We were on Bonita Moo. We had to park sooo soooo far because we were a few minutes late. When we finally walked and made it to the entrance we notice that there were several motorcycles parked in a striped parking section, closer to the church entrance than any others. "Sinners" or privileged few?

Anyhow.... this goes through my mind.... a lot. :) especially since I just came in to this restaurant after parking sooooo far away, and then I get to the entrance and a motorcycle is parked right there by the door on the sidewalk. How do you feel? Should motorcycles park like every one else or should they have special privileges?

Ok. Moving on.

This is a photo of me in Spring of 2002 at Calvary Chapel Bible College in Murrieta, California. I used to be somewhat of a familiar face at that college. I used to participate in skits and other musical things in front of the student body. This was a skit I created with a song I wrote back then. I've never been the best at creating my own lyrics, sooooo I used to steal them from the bible and make bible songs. Here is the skit on YouTube for your viewing pleasure.

You know I really appreciate faith and religious function and all these days. I see it as good. Unless it is bad, then I see it as bad. I see it for what it is and not for what it generically is supposed to be. For example, I don't appreciate someone being a cop just for being a cop, or a teacher for being a teacher; both of which typically are praised jobs. I've learned that not all teachers give a shit and not all cops are there to protect the people. But I digress. The songs I used to create are floating around on YouTube somewhere. People see them and are still blessed (happy) by them. And that makes me happy. It helps them. It encourages them in their faith. That's fine with me.

Lastly.

Last weekend I went to my first motorcycle rally with my pop. He's been doing this stuff since I was a kid, actually since before I was born. He'd have trophies all over the wall from winning slow race competitions. Well several bikers went out for a bike ride that Saturday. At one point we (my dad, my half bro and myself) were behind but we caught up to the rest of the pack as they were all pulled over. What happened a Great Dane. Dannnngggg!!

Great Dang Damages

My dad is a Gypsy Lifer (motorcycle club)

The dad on the left and brother.

Anyhow, what may startle you in a vehicle and what may cause some car damage has a great potential of killing you if you are on a bike. This guy lived. He didn't even fall off his bike.

Anyhow I feel like I could go on. I just need to write stuff more often so I don't have such long posts.

After I left town, me and my half brother took off. He video'd me riding the bike on hwy 119 leaving Yorktown while taking a short break.  I messed with it on my laptop. :) Have a good day. Be aware of motorcyclists on the roads. Hug.

Bonita Moo (Moo)....and the furtherance of the Adamo.

Remember the Adamo.

Hi. It's been a while. And though it's quite possible for a come-back blog to go on forever and ever, I'll try and make it short and sweet.


I don't read a lot of blogs, but when I do, it's because they make me happy. They make me think. they make me smile. Laugh. They challenge me as a person. They teach me something. Many people encouraged me quite a bit in the past few years about my blog. This one. They enjoyed it. It made them happy. And I'm glad they told me......cuz that makes me happy. It's nice to tell people the things you appreciate about them. Doesn't it encourage you?

I'm currently living in Austin, Tx. 83 miles from my house in San Antonio, though I drive back pretty much every weekend. I've been here for one year and 4 months. It's been quite a trip. I've made a couple of good friends. I've had a lot of interesting experiences. This town is weird. People would often say for me to "Keep Austin Weird" upon my moving here, because they think I'll fit right in. That's a catch phrase up here in Austin. People have a lot of bumper stickers and shirts that say that.




Anyhow. I know I'm weird, but I don't think I fit in just because of that. There's got to be more to it. And though I enjoy the beauty of the hills and the utility of the river that runs through this city, I still don't feel I belong here. For several reasons. At least 10.

But one is traffic.

This place is horrid when it comes to traffic. I'm not someone who does well with traffic. I don't get road rage or anything....I just hate being forced to submit to such a horrible thing. Austin currently adds about 85 people a day, roughly about 70 cars. Even though I still don't catch a lot of traffic in Austin, when I do, it kills my joy. It's just really really really really super bad traffic. :P

It goes as far as the eye can see. Ugh.

Alright. enough of that.

My job moved me here to this city.

Wait. What job? Update: After my car broke down in Wyoming at the end of 2010 (two posts ago I think), I needed to work to pay for my car. It was quite the costly repair. My former employer took me, the quitter, back among its ranks. I was extremely thankful. And still am. Even though I sometimes don't like the work, it still is a great company to work for.

Anyhow. We had/have a store up in Austin. We sell specialized air conditioning controls. The store has two employees. An outside sales guy and one inside/technical sales guy. Well the outside sales guy quit and the store manager needed help pretty bad. Soooooo, they sent the single guy and I was willing. I thought I'd give it a try. One year and four months later I recognize I'm not happy doing this. Outside sales that is (and something else....). Seems like a good job for shmoozers. People who like to bull shit and shoot the shit on the company dime. As long as you are bringing in sales, shmooz all you want. I really admire (some) people who can do that, but it's certainly not for everyone. Including me. I'm just not that good at it. The last guy was really good at it. Sooooo, when he left the company, he took a whole lot of our customers. They like his mad schmooz skills. He is really a good people person type of guy. Thus....the shoes to fill are very schmoozful. But I will not be here much longer. I will be moving back to my house - god willing (that means "i hope so" right?) I'll speak more about this later.

Geez. So since I said this will be short, I'm losing opportunity to keep my word. I just wanted to say I'm gonna try and attach my latest life adventures and musings to this blog again. I'm still on the road to find out. Not so much whether or not Jesus is the way or the one or whatever....but on the road to find out more of who I am and what makes me happy...and what makes me tick... and where I fit in...and what I'm good at... Still learning to be true to myself and true to what I believe in. When my thoughts and my actions match, then I think I'm happy. :) That reminds me of a quote.

I think I try to live like this because it makes sense to me. Not perfect, but who is?  

On a side note, the title of this blog is Bonita Moo (Moo). She is my new motorcycle. I have adventures to speak of regarding her. See her below. 

Til next time. Be warm and filled. Make sure you're happy. If not, you should do something about that. 

Adamo. (9:30 pm @ Tom's Tabooley, Austin, TX www.tomstabooley.com)