What a strange vintage we are. Constantly needing to photograph each thing, each moment. What other species demands to self archive everything? The same information, experiences, places visually captured over and over again. What do we expect to learn from it; from taking a picture of it all?
Jul 13, 2015
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Jul 2, 2015
Above the Falls
There was a hiccup there, a hiccup here. Figured it was just
a clogged carburetor. Had just run the bike down to its reserve. Had just run
the bike up a few rpms in 1st gear. Likely was the first time this
10-year old lightly ridden machine had been used; this phase would pass.
Several days later deep in the middle of the off-road no man’s
land between Channel 10 and Leo Palace the illness had worsened. A deep choking
had developed. Like a strong cough in the middle of winter, this was going to put
us to bed. Only difference was there was no relief for miles.
The bike and I were over the worst part of the trail, but
ahead creeped steep inclines. It was either make it out or push it out.
Up the red-trail we climbed. The bike and I pulling every
horse and ounce of toque the gagging power plant would release.
We made it out and back
down to Navy. Had to truck the bike to the shop from there.
Then again, I’d could have been trapped.
Then again, I’d could have been lost.
Then again, I’d ridden too many old broken motorcycles.
A simple catastrophic electrical system failure was not nearly
enough to trap Joe.
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