Alright C.J.
@theseeker411
He/Him. Full time professional dumbass. Part time Italian motorcycle mechanic. F1/MotoGP fan. Sir Lewis Hamilton fan. Trans rights are human rights.
79,300. Miles. Owned it from new. One of the most reliable vehicles I’ve owned. The one I’ve owned the longest. One of the very few constants in my life in the nearly 10 years I’ve owned it. The friends I’ve made. The memories I now have. All from one silly little motorcycle.
Took Carlton to the vet a few days ago. My little old man has a heart murmur and some elevated liver levels. But overall, he’s not doing bad for a dog that’s gonna be turning 16 in a few months.
My buddy Bruce saw this motorcycle gear company that made a set of racing leathers that were dyed to look like lederhosen. They’ed never shipped anything to America before, so Bruce’s kit is basically one of one.
I know that Mike Ness’ voice is a very love it or hate it thing, but this new Social Distortion album rips. And also features one of the best covers of Chris Isaak’s “Wicked Game” that I’ve ever heard.
Carlton’s hind leg looks like a drumstick when he sits like this and I honestly love it so much.
It’s fun. Stadium Super Trucks are pretty rad too. Max Gordon beat his dad Robbie yesterday.
This Old Place burrito was one of the largest breakfast burritos I’ve ever had. And I finished it all in one go because momma didn’t raise a quitter.
New tires, new chain, new sprockets, new timing belt, new oil, new oil filter. And now it won’t start because the damn battery is flat. Motherfucker 😭
At least he’s sending this shit to me directly now instead in our family group chat like he used to, soo…progress? lol.
“I will sell out my entire bloodline for a French fry.” - Carlton (probably)
Carlton Sausage Biscuits Banks, Esq says he hopes you feel better soon.
It’s a small and idiotic thing, but having these Vans grips on my motorcycle again makes me unreasonably happy. Good way to celebrate 75,000 miles together.
Took yesterday off work to do a track day with my local Ducati club. Yes, I put a painters tape smiley face on my headlight. Because I’m a child.
I’m pretty sure my old golden retriever was a stoner in his past life. Shadow was as sweet as could be, but could also be ridiculously dumb. Like smacked his head on a coffee table 7 times in a row once before he realized he had to move over to stand up from under it. Still miss him.
It’s Friday night, I’m home from the bar, out in my garage. Working on my motorcycle, listening to some Lucero, and getting high. Life is real fucking good right now. Good night.
Took my Ducati apart to do the timing belts and realized that one of the bearings holding the timing belt support is completely fucked. And the only way to get that part is to order it from Italy. Goddammit.
No cheating: your last saved pic of a celeb is your therapist. F1 driver Nico Hulkenberg? Yeah I’m not mad about it.
Someone on my way to work cut across 3 lanes without signaling and almost took my front end off. I gotta admit I was almost tempted to not hit my brakes, but I didn’t have my GoPro and he was in a 10 yr old minivan, so…no payout for me today. Dammit.
You ever see someone and think “there is no possibility that I will ever be that cool?” Cause that was me yesterday spotting this OG at the Long Beach Lowrider Show.
Finally some good Ferrari news. Hopefully they get someone that actually communicates well with Sir Lewis.