I decided to part with the old girl, as I’m no longer living on the road, and it’s a shame to just have her sitting there not out adventuring. The Airstream has been sold to a good friend in SF.
Safe journeys, old pal!
Almost four months since we returned to the east coast. Here’s a quick update-
I spent most of the end of July and August restoring my dad’s old Harley Davidson. It had spent most of the decade rusting away in the back of the garage; my brother and I put a ton of time into it (and about $2500), and it turned out pretty well. Pictures coming up.
After this, for the end of August/early September, Magic and I crashed at my brother’s place outside of Baltimore. My main takeaways from this experience are a) the MARC train is awful, and b) suburban Maryland is not somewhere I want to live again..
In September, I got an apartment in NYC — West Village, to be specific. This pretty much put the nail in the coffin of the nomadic life for at least a year. It was bittersweet, but it’s nice being consistently around my friends again.
In October, I traveled to London and Zurich, and in early November, I did a short trip back out to Santa Monica.
I’ve also laid the groundwork for some ridiculous future mission by buying a bunch of mountain land near Hamburg, PA. It’s not clear what I’m going to do with this, if anything, but it’s nice to scratch the homesteading itch every now and then. This will probably be the temporary resting place for the Airstream after I rescue it from storage next spring.
Lots of pics coming up!
My original plan for my fulltiming adventure was to roam around the country for most of the spring, spend some time on the east coast toward the end of May, then head overseas for awhile, then figure out what to do from there. Of course, The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men/Gang aft agley. Or, ridiculous vehicle problems screw everything up. Whatever works.
So, I decided to get out of the perpetual truck-broken-annoying-limbo-state, ship the truck back east, rent a car, put the Airstream in storage, and do a mad dash across the country. Four days later, here we are, back in PA, eating some good food and takin’ it easy. (one would assume it would be easy to take it easy in redwood forests and southern california beaches too, but that gets complicated when you don’t actually have a vehicle that works..)
It’s nice being back around my family. Not much has changed, besides the fact that my dad now has a very mighty beard. But, they say that personal relationships and a close family life are the real keys to happiness — that’s one thing I haven’t focused on much in the last few years. I’ve certainly tried a lot of other things, so maybe it’s time to give that a whirl for awhile.
Anyway, I’ll try to keep this thing updated as the adventure continues. Will be a bit of a disgrace as the airstream theme is on a bit of a pause, but hopefully that can be taken care of soon. (Anybody know of a cheap way of getting an RV shipped across the country? DAS wanted over 4 grand!!)
Well, faithful friends and readers, that’s all for now. Drop me a line via email if you like: 
THE STRANGER
Take it easy, Dude--I know
that you will.
THE DUDE, LEAVING, NODS:
DUDE
Yeah man. Well, you know, the Dude
abides.
Gazing after him, The Stranger drawls, savoring the words:
THE STRANGER
The Dude abides.
He gives his head a shake of appreciation, then looks into
the camera.
THE STRANGER
I don't know about you, but I take
comfort in that. It's good knowin'
he's out there, the Dude, takin' her
easy for all us sinners. Shoosh. I
sure hope he makes The finals. Welp,
that about does her, wraps her all
up. Things seem to've worked out
pretty good for the Dude'n Walter,
and it was a purt good story, dontcha
think? Made me laugh to beat the
band. Parts, anyway. Course--I
didn't like seein' Donny go. But
then, happen to know that there's a
little Lebowski on the way. I guess
that's the way the whole durned human
comedy keeps perpetuatin' it-self,
down through the generations, westward
the wagons, across the sands a time
until-- aw, look at me, I'm ramblin'
again. Wal, uh hope you folks enjoyed
yourselves.
He brushes his hat brim with a fingertip as we begin to pull
back.
THE STRANGER
Catch ya further on down the trail.
Indeed.
My last full day on the west coast included a visit to the Military Vehicle Technology Foundation. What a way to conclude nearly 6 months of craziness.
The MVTF is one of the largest private collections of military vehicles in the world. My head was spinning by the end of the tour, as there was just so much to see in a few hours, but we had a great time checking the place out. (For fans of the show Mythbusters, this was the place that they used the two tanks to pull apart the phonebooks)
Anyway, pictures speak for themselves. Really cool stuff. Highlights for me were the SCUD missile and the bridge layer (just like in GI Joe!)
Also, if I am ever forced to settle down permanently in the bay area, Portola Valley is really the only reasonable place to live. It’s like rural wilderness in the middle of suburban mess. (er, according to wikipedia, it’s also apparently in the top 20 wealthiest neighborhoods in the country. sigh. although it would have to take a pretty serious amount of money to get me to live full time in the bay area. 
Today, the campground hosted some sort of big Vespa meet-up — there had to be over 100 vespas here, including a ton of older two stroke models. (nothing like the smell of 2 stroke exhaust in the otherwise calm mountain wilderness..)
Being a motorcyclist (albeit one coming off of a three year NYC-induced hiatus), it was interesting to compare the scooter crowd to the biker crowd. While “serious” riders often mock the squids riding their CBSXR1400Ninja++-R in shorts and flip-flops at maximum speed, watching the scooter crowd all day left me with a certain feeling of darwinism-
Here you have a ton of people wearing street clothes, open faced helmets, no protection at all, class-M endorsements not required, riding scooters on twisty mountain roads. While there were a few people in some minimal amount of gear, they were in the minority. I saw one person crash after being unable to negotiate a speed bump (!) and another person who added *training wheels* to a Piaggio MP3 (yes, the one that already has three wheels that you don’t need to balance).
While I certainly don’t begrudge these folks the enjoyment of getting out there on two wheels, doing so in street clothes without proper training is asinine. Apparently some of these scooters can do 80mph! (to be fair, I believe those are 250cc which would require class M endorsement in the state of california..)
Anyway, can anyone explain the use case of scooters in this country? Why not just get a motorcycle? They make sense in european cities, but our cities are not configured to be scooter friendly. Even NYC is a nightmare for two wheeled vehicles.
Anyway, in other news, the truck is still broken, and my current plan is to ship it back east, rent a car, and head back to PA for some vacation time. A major repair will be easier back there anyway. I guess that means the “on the road” counter on the right side of the page has to be reset. Sad.
The truck is back in action, and seems to be working fine — 450ish miles since the repair and all is well. I decided to do a shakedown run from Malibu up to the Bay Area just to make sure things were in order, and all seems good. In 20 hours I leave for a cross-country attack run — I-80 from San Jose to Pennsylvania in 3 days. The last time I did such a drive alone I was 21; we’ll see what these 30 year old bones can handle. (Given how pathetically tired I was after last night’s 6.5 hour jog, I’m not anticipating much success..)
Not sure how many updates I will make from the road, so here are some pictures of the last few weeks to keep you occupied until I return..
Magic boycotting the day -- after a hike, he slept almost 14 hours!
Yes, that is a dog. On a motorcycle. Ridiculous.
I was sick for almost 10 days, and Magic was good company. Didn't make soup, but was a good pillow.
Crazy FJ45 parked next to me in Malibu
We appear to have a mouse. Magic is now keeping a watchful eye. But, he is too slow.
Anybody know of good humane mousetraps?
