Got inspired to make a leather case for my Bushbox Outdoor Pocket Stove. I often use the stove as a stand/windscreen for the Trangia stove. Turned out pretty well, and much more useful than the cheap cotton cloth bag that the Bushbox originally came in. #bushbox#trangia#leatherwork#bushcraft#crusak#notdeadyet
I got out for my longest ride so far since March, just over 30 kilometers, training to ride 50K in the #pedal4possible fundraiser for @craighospital
All of these photos (except the last one) are from a few days ago - today I was pretending that I'm still in shape, and that I couldn't stop riding to take photos
Craig Hospital is really great place where lots of people recover and rehabilitate after Spinal Cord Injuries and Traumatic Brain Injuries. Wanna make a contribution to Craig through my fundraising page?
A few months ago I read a Chuck Klosterman essay in which he professed his dislike of punk rock and his hatred of people who say "punk rock saved my life." Naturally it bothered me when I was reading it but I tried to remind myself that music is subjective and let it slide. Here I am, half a year later and it still rubs me the wrong way because punk rock can save lives.
I've been thinking about death lately. Not necessarily wanting to be dead (that's something I'm not comfortable sharing publicly quite yet), but I've been hyper-aware of my own mortality and how it would affect everyone around me. I like to imagine that this is fairly common human behavior, given our capacity to understand that we all eventually die, and it's something I come back to every now and then.
Back to punk rock: on the surface, there is a good chunk of songs in my music library about death. Feeling dead inside, coping with the death of a loved one in unhealthy ways, wanting to die, wanting someone else to die... There's a lot. But it goes deeper than that. A lot of these songs showcase the perseverance of the human spirit and not giving into the despair. The sing-along choruses and aggressive distortion often provide an outlet to express frustrations with emotions and feelings that are otherwise difficult to express.
I know I can't prove that a punk rock song can stop someone from doing something like jumping off the train tracks, but sometimes it feels like that's all it takes. I'm sure fans of other styles have felt the same, so I know that punk rock isn't special in that regard. It saved me though.
That said, the real takeaway from all of this is that Iron Chic is the best band ever.
🚨I’m not much of an emotional guy let alone on social media... but today means a lot to me. This bike is the ONLY thing I got from my father before he died. no funeral no ashes no wake and hardly anytime to even say goodbye... He bought it in 1974 and owned it for 40 years... he handed it down to me the day I turned 16. I was on this thing 12 years ago when Harley’s weren’t cool, when it was “ride a crotch rocket or die, bro!” It holds more value to me than any other materialistic thing ever will... period.
It hasn’t ran in about 4 long years but thankfully to some good friends who are SUPER talented and a lot of time it’s gone through a wild revamp and started right up and went down the road smooth today!! it was an amazing feeling. Now it’s time to tear it down and get the finals painted/anodized / powder coated.
Thanks to @lvrchmoto@uh_oh_al and @dcalavano I can safely say I have one of the coolest IRONHEADS on the east coast. I’ll put the main mods/changes in the comment section for those who care. But literally EVERYTHING has been modified- the motor the frame the brakes the geometry the suspension the wheel hubs subframe- oil tank ... etc ... oh and she sounds super TIGHTTT #NOFRIENDS#NOTAMEMBER#notdeadyet#lvrchmoto