Thursday, September 19, 2013

I just noticed...

My last 3 "artistic" entries all had somewhat Religious slants to them.

Damn.

I had a little doodle where I wondered if there was a God, and if "he" knew I had farted, I had a photo of a Sheriff's deputy watching over a carnival that I titled "The Shepherd", and then, finally, was the photo of 2 ladies taking pix of folks on the "Genesis" ride.

Trust me when I say I haven't had any leaps of faith.

I apologize for any misconceptions...immaculate or otherwise.

Have Fun!

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Thursday, September 5, 2013

Another Thursday...another ride!

The past two Thursday mornings have worked out well for me. I've been able to get out on the nearest trails and put some miles in. Riding these trails does wonders for cleansing the grey matter.

Riding singlespeed has helped with this a lot too. I'm not thinking about gears, not listening to the chain flailing about, other than the hysterically loud singlespeed rear hub on my bike...it's pretty quiet. I do have a suspension fork on my bike...so maybe I'm not a singlespeed purist. But I'm also 47 and the squish helps ease some of the moans, and groans, of my abused for amusement old bones. Two wheels, one gear, simple. To me it's a more direct connection to the bike/ride as well. I'm not using 30 speeds to help me do anything. If I make it...I made it, if I don't...that's on me too. I like that.

[caption id="attachment_445" align="aligncenter" width="540"]riverroadtrail © Mike Moore Studios 2013[/caption]

Riding singlespeed is like being a kid again. Just you and your bike against the world.

Have Fun!

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Fun at the Fair...

So I went to the County Fair this past Saturday night, nothing in tow but my camera and a hope for image gold. Spent a couple of hours roaming around and got a few shots (you can see them here), but I gotta confess...I was a bit disappointed.

When did they clean up the fair? Sure, there were glimmers of Fair days gone by...a toothless carny here, an oddly shaped funnel cake fanatic there, but in general it was pretty generic and dangerously safe. I miss wondering where my fellow fair goers live the other days of their lives. They all just looked too familiar and tame. The rides too clean and safe.

I like a Fair full of peril and sleaze. I want a Tilt-A-Whirl operator who may have first hand knowledge of the whereabouts of human remains. I want a ride with the faint aromatic tinge of a recently regurgitated turkey leg, and just a little duct tape for good measure. I want roaming herds of human bovines, the strangely adorned, and the mildly psychotic, mingling together in a Prison yard of garishly painted spinning rides of doom. Those are the Fairs of my youth.

Have Fun!