lstzephyr
wanderer
Well I thought I would update. Lately I have been trying to go to college and my friends rib me about the truck sometimes, but its just too useful to sell. It really looks ridiculous hanging out in the local campus parking lots. My friend commented about how it looks like it should be on a snowy mountain or in a desert somewhere, not parked up next to a civic in downtown Birmingham, Alabama! The truck dwarfs most of the cars in town. It looks normal off in the grass though.
At the moment it really needs brakes. A shackle flip would also be a good thing as the back of the truck is a bit saggy. The truck sagging isn't really a problem driving it, but it is annoying, and looks sketchy. Its doing some funky things with steering too. I think it has something to do with the back limited slip and low tire pressures but I'm not sure. That will get addressed as well. I'm going to finish up my bike first though, as I don't like having at least one functioning vehicle.
The cap, and the setup in the back is really useful. There is a ton of tools, tires, spare parts, and a skateboard in here, and yet it is organized.
I've switched the bike over to supermoto for running around Alabama. A dirtbike as commuter isn't as useful here as it is in the desert. A supermoto however is an absolute blast!
NOW with all that said, step in the wayback machine with me and lets go back two months to hiking in Zion national park. There was a beautiful girl, a beautiful area, and we had nothing but time.
We drove in to the park, and as had been the case with most of the trip, everywhere we stopped a couple people would comment on my bike. A ton of people seemed interested in it. This was a common sight.
He commented that he thought my bike was something really old until he took a close look at it and realized he had one just like it.
We caught a bus into the park and got off on every stop to check out as much as we could.
But as with all things it must come to an end. The park was closing and we were headed to Las Vegas for the night so we headed back to the truck and left a little after the sun had set.
We got to Vegas late at night. It must have been around midnight, but my friend had a key to a house. She had friends that had a house there, and had mailed her a key, however when we tried the key in the lock it didn't work! We wandered around for a bit and thought about what to do but right when we gave up the front door opened and a teenager let us in. None of us had ever met eachother but he let us in and let us stay for the night without too many questions. It all works out.
The next morning we wandered around vegas a bit. We both quickly got bored of the casinos and agreed we should have spent more time in Zion. Hurrying to vegas wasn't useful, but we were there so we wandered a bit more, got some mexican, then left town.
We had parked in a lot with a liquor store. We laughed at the name.
Away.
We got to Los Angeles, which is my friend's home, without too much more trouble. The old dodge managed 65 just fine, and we just meandered along in the slow lane. Nevada is a beautiful area. I will definetly have to come back and do some camping sometime.
I spent a week hanging around LA. We raced sailboats, went for walks on the beach, checked out yacht clubs, grilled, did some windsurfing, and just generally had a blast.
As with all things though, it must end. I was really reluctant to leave, but the fact was that I couldn't stay anymore. I needed to find a college to go to so I could finish my degree, and I just couldn't afford California. This time I would be solo again. Just me, the dodge, and an old dirtbike.
At the moment it really needs brakes. A shackle flip would also be a good thing as the back of the truck is a bit saggy. The truck sagging isn't really a problem driving it, but it is annoying, and looks sketchy. Its doing some funky things with steering too. I think it has something to do with the back limited slip and low tire pressures but I'm not sure. That will get addressed as well. I'm going to finish up my bike first though, as I don't like having at least one functioning vehicle.
The cap, and the setup in the back is really useful. There is a ton of tools, tires, spare parts, and a skateboard in here, and yet it is organized.
I've switched the bike over to supermoto for running around Alabama. A dirtbike as commuter isn't as useful here as it is in the desert. A supermoto however is an absolute blast!
NOW with all that said, step in the wayback machine with me and lets go back two months to hiking in Zion national park. There was a beautiful girl, a beautiful area, and we had nothing but time.
We drove in to the park, and as had been the case with most of the trip, everywhere we stopped a couple people would comment on my bike. A ton of people seemed interested in it. This was a common sight.
He commented that he thought my bike was something really old until he took a close look at it and realized he had one just like it.
We caught a bus into the park and got off on every stop to check out as much as we could.
But as with all things it must come to an end. The park was closing and we were headed to Las Vegas for the night so we headed back to the truck and left a little after the sun had set.
We got to Vegas late at night. It must have been around midnight, but my friend had a key to a house. She had friends that had a house there, and had mailed her a key, however when we tried the key in the lock it didn't work! We wandered around for a bit and thought about what to do but right when we gave up the front door opened and a teenager let us in. None of us had ever met eachother but he let us in and let us stay for the night without too many questions. It all works out.
The next morning we wandered around vegas a bit. We both quickly got bored of the casinos and agreed we should have spent more time in Zion. Hurrying to vegas wasn't useful, but we were there so we wandered a bit more, got some mexican, then left town.
We had parked in a lot with a liquor store. We laughed at the name.
Away.
We got to Los Angeles, which is my friend's home, without too much more trouble. The old dodge managed 65 just fine, and we just meandered along in the slow lane. Nevada is a beautiful area. I will definetly have to come back and do some camping sometime.
I spent a week hanging around LA. We raced sailboats, went for walks on the beach, checked out yacht clubs, grilled, did some windsurfing, and just generally had a blast.
As with all things though, it must end. I was really reluctant to leave, but the fact was that I couldn't stay anymore. I needed to find a college to go to so I could finish my degree, and I just couldn't afford California. This time I would be solo again. Just me, the dodge, and an old dirtbike.
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