Happy Father’s Day — my original plan was to pop back east to celebrate a combined retirement/father’s day with my dad, but the truck had other plans.  Will have to take a raincheck on that.

Father's Day Ride, 2005

So, the counter on the right tells me this is the 5 month anniversary of full-timing.  Time flies.  Time for a recap:

• I’ve towed the airstream about 5300 miles so far.
• This is the longest consecutive time in my life that I’ve been away from the east coast.  (2000 comes close, but I had a trip back east in may/june sometime)
• I’ve spent about $2500 on various airstream-related stuff, including upgrades, accessories, and repairs.
• I haven’t really calculated RV park fees, but it’s probably close to $6000 including electric/pumpouts/gas/etc.  Way less than my $3000/mo NYC apartment, but 1200/mo seems high for this sort of activity..
• I’ve spent $1700 on truck and motorcycle repairs, not including the upcoming truck repair.
• I’ve ridden my bicycle a disgracefully small number of times, probably countable on two hands.  Most of my exercise has been dog-related, which is good for Mr. Magic.  Also, riding alone isn’t much fun.
• I’ve spent way more than I ever expected to on laundry.  Magic stinks up the sheets.  I do 2-3 loads a week, at about $3 a load, which is $40/mo on laundry.  wtf?
• I’ve read a few books: The Illuminatus Trilogy (which I started 3 years ago and never finished, so I reread it cover to cover), Watchmen (never thought I’d be into graphic novels, but it’s badass), and Ghost Rider (“Travels on the Healing Road” — I’ll write more about that some other time)
• My favorite RV park by far is Malibu Beach RV park.  My least favorite is Trailer Inn’s in Bellevue, WA.
• The most off the wall place I’ve stayed was definitely Dufur RV Park.
• This trip would not have been doable without the dog.  Way too isolated and lonely.
• Women generally aren’t interested in dating transients, unless they are also transients.  Unfortunately most transients either don’t have jobs or don’t shave their armpits.
• I expected to learn to surf while I was on the west coast, but I didn’t.  I also expected to be in amazing shape from hiking and biking, but that didn’t happen.  I do have a wicked tan, though.
• It takes way more effort than you’d think to keep 165sqft of living space clean.  Especially with a dog and only a dustbuster.
• I have eaten at least 20 boxes of Raisin Nut Bran.  Maybe more.
• I did a surprisingly good job of packing.  I wear or use almost everything that I brought with me.
• Whenever I end up back in an apartment in NYC, space is really not going to be a big deal.  As long as you’ve got good light and location, small spaces can be really cool.

Ghostbusters marathon on AMC.  My friend Ross said earlier that Ghostbusters completely shaped his image of New York as a kid.  I was thinking the same thing.  Toward the end of my 3 1/2 year stint in New York, I kept looking around wondering why I didn’t “feel” like it used to when I first got there.  I realize now that part of this was because I was trying to compare it to my presumption of how it seemed in Ghostbusters..  (and the rest of it was probably due to some sort of burnout, I guess..)

Anyway, I leave you with this, worth watching if you’ve got an hour and a half (thanks Liana for finding it!):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jqxENMKaeCU

happy trails..

-d

Life

I couldn’t really take the couch anymore — it was uncomfortable and filthy from the dog. Bad color, bad material, etc. So, I decided to splurge and have the entire thing reupholstered with new cushions, pillows, etc.

It came out really well. Comfort still isn’t ideal (I don’t think the ergos are really possible to repair) but it’s way better than it was. And it actually looks presentable.

I ripped out the ugly old FLOR tiles that I had in there too, exposing the faux hardwood in the living room. Really makes the place look a lot more like a place to live..

Airstream

“Regionally significant 340-acre Corral Canyon Park in Malibu encompasses the last undeveloped coastal canyon in Los Angeles County that flows freely to the ocean.”

Undeveloped. My kind of thing. And it turns out the trailhead is only a 5 minute walk from here..

Magic and I tried to hike this trail in January, but it wasn’t clear how long it was or if it was even a loop trail, so we hiked until we drank about half of our water (Magic isn’t the most efficient water user.. half of it ends up on the ground..) and turned back. I also had no idea what the place was called, so I couldn’t find a map. As it turns out, it’s only a 2.5 mile loop (though it’s a pretty decent hike with a 500′ elevation change), so this time we decided to do the whole thing.

It’s generally too hot here in the summer to do hikes like this during the day (magic overheats pretty easily with his black coat), but it was a cloudy, cool day in Malibu, so we gave it a go. We did the full loop, as well as a few of the small side trails, so it was about 3 miles or so. Lots of good photo opps at the higher elevations, though it was cloudy so things didn’t come out quite as well as I had hoped. (this was also with the little camera)

Here’s some info on the canyon, and photos below..

http://www.lamountains.com/parks.asp?parkid=4

http://www.lamountains.com/PressRelease/corral%20canyon.pdf

SoCal

I have had a love/hate relationship with Ducatis for the last 9 years. When they run well, they’re amazing, but when they don’t, they’re hell. Last weekend, the relationship was on an upswing.

The Santa Monica Mountains are riding heaven. Desert/mountain/canyon/ocean/etc scenery all within a few minutes’ drive. I did a route along Highway 1 (PCH) -> Latigo Canyon -> Mulholland Highway -> Malibu Canyon.

This is some of the best riding I’ve ever done. Weather is always amazing in SoCal, and these roads were just killer. Unfortunately the roads are heavily patrolled by Malibu’s Finest, which keeps the fun factor down a little, but pretty much no matter where you turn, you’ll have a smile on your face.

The more time I spend in SoCal, the more amazed I am by the ridiculous amount of money out here. No matter where you go, there are huge estates with privacy hedges and gated entries. It’s not just Beverly Hills, but pretty much anywhere near any of the mountains and beaches, there are multi-million dollar mansions. It’s hard to believe that there are that many rich people in the world.

SoCal

Dog

While I wait for the truck to be repaired (sigh), I’ve decided to make a few modifications to the Airstream. My friend Daren (who I met in Malibu) has recently started a little Airstream customization business, and I’ve decided to undertake a little project.

In the short term, I’m:

- redoing the couch in a black leather with yellow stitching, to replace the ugly dog hair-prone fabrics that are in here now.
- redoing the horrible FLOR tiles that I have on the floor, and replacing them with some small rugs (plus a new bathroom rug)
- painting the ceiling fixtures (probably silver, rather than the ugly off-white)
- redoing the shower in blue with a better door that actually opens and closes properly

I’ve also figured out my plan for the dinette — I’m going to reuse the existing tabletop, move it against the TV wall (mount with some L brackets), move the leg to the corner, and rip out the dinette benches, replacing them with some normal chairs. Probably can’t do this until I’m back on the east coast, though, whenever that is.

Airstream

I write this from a hotel in NorCal, with a Toyota 4runner sitting outside. This was not my intended situation for my bay area visit.

My original truck problem (hesitation followed by black smoke) was a suspected EGR problem (common on the 6.0s). After replacement of basically the entire EGR system, the problem continued to persist, now with a check engine light for a faulty Ignition Control Pressure sensor. After that was replaced, the problem.. still continued to persist. ($3500 worth of work, though most of it covered under the powertrain warranty.. thank god)

As I had already overstayed my welcome in Malibu (30 day max), I had to put the Airstream into storage and rent a car to get me and Mr. Magic up to NorCal. The truck is in the parking garage at work, as I figured it was pointless to take it back to the same dealer, and I had to get on the road. I’ll be back down there in a week, to start the fight again.

This is an interesting situation — I’ve never been so dependent on my vehicle. If things broke in the past, there was always a car to borrow, and timeframes never really mattered. It always worked out, because there were no deadlines. The whole 30-day-max-stay in Malibu makes things a little touchy here. (Also, Malibu went to their summer rates, which is going to make this a very expensive month..) Anyway, we’ll see how things go next week. New mechanic.

It’s days like this that I wish I had the old bulletproof 7.3L diesel. Or a Toyota. (Ok, maybe not a toyota, as they only have short beds on their big trucks. And no diesels.)

Travel Hell

I am now immortal. I spent an hour today with the legend, Bob Barker.

Bob is on a tour for his book, “Priceless Memories. He stopped by the office and spoke a bit about the book, and answered a ton of questions. Bob got me through a lot of sick days in my childhood, and it was surreal to actually see him in person.

I was a bit nervous to see him, actually – toward the end of his run on The Price is Right, he seemed to be getting a little frail and not quite as mentally sharp as he was, but he was completely on top of his game. He was definitely looking like an old guy, but otherwise, his voice and mind and everything else were the Bob Barker that we all know and love. He owned the room, and was really hilarious — friendly, accommodating, and a great storyteller.

While the talk was recorded (and I’ll post the link when it’s all edited and published), a few highlights:

- He recounted the story about how he got his first big break, being discovered by someone who happened to be tuning randomly and offered him a chance to be on TV. The moral of the story was basically, be the best that you can be at all times, because you never know who’s going to be paying attention that day.
- He talked about the famous Samoan women on TPIR always wanting to pick him up and throwing him all over the place
- He admitted that he was computer illiterate, hoped to die that way, and hilariously talked about how we were all “blogging” on our “web sites” and he had no idea what any of that meant
- He said his epitaph would definitely NOT say “Come on down!” — this was the funniest thing I’ve heard all month. We were practically rolling on the floor.

It was great stuff. I forgot my camera, so here are couple of phone pictures.

At the end of the hour, Bob signed off with his signature “Help control the pet population – have your pets spayed or neutered.” And all was right in the world.

Randomness

I picked up the Ducati from a much-needed service this afternoon. It’s running better than it has in many years — credit to Stefan at Moto Club for getting it back in shape.

The messed up handling was a combination of a steering head bearing (replaced about a year ago) and a bad front tire (replaced today) — so much for the great Avon Azaro experiment. Never again. I have a Bridgestone BT016 there now, which makes the bike feel 75 pounds lighter. There’s a bit more vibration and road noise than with the Avons, but overall the bike is way better. Though, I think next time around I’ll probably head back to Michelin land — those original Pilot Sports (now Pilot Powers) were still the best tire that thing has ever had.

Stefan also fixed a number of things I didn’t even realize were wrong — coolant mix was too rich (not enough water), clutch cable needed tensioning, clutch and brake fluids needed changing, etc. Bike is running like a dream. Honestly, I was beginning to sour on the gal, but now things are good as new. Good thing, too, as the truck is still broken..

SoCal

I decided that the Airstream experience would only be complete with a musical instrument. While I played drums in my youth (head snare in concert band, baby..), I was never very musical otherwise. I dabbled with a few instruments here and there, but never really got into them, and never really had enough interest to bother with private lessons.

Lately I thought, if I’m sitting outside of the Airstream, in the sand, or in the desert, what instrument is appropriate? There were really only three choices: Acoustic guitar, harmonica, and jaw harp (like from Crocodile Dundee). I figured acoustic guitar was a bit of a commitment (and takes up a lot of space in my small quarters), so I bought a harmonica – a Lee Oskar Major Diatonic in the key of C.

The great thing is, there are a bunch of really easy to understand harmonica lessons online. YouTube is full of free ones, but the best by far appear to be by Adam Gussow of Satan & Adam. He has about 150 free lessons on youtube (search for “gussow”), and a bunch of pay ones on modernbluesharmonica.com. The pay ones seem to be the best, and are really reasonably priced — a starter set of about 5 lessons cost $23, and is probably enough to last at least a month of playing.

The hardest part of getting started on harmonica is being able to play single notes. This took several days to be able to do at all, to be able to do it reliably takes a lot of refinement in the technique. Moving from one single note to another is even more difficult, as it has as much to do with understanding how far you need to move left or right as it does mouth shape.

Anyway, I assume that like every other instrument I’ve picked up, I’ll end up giving up after a short time, but who knows. It’s fun for now, and a harmonica is only 30 bucks.

Randomness