Accelerating, Shifting, and Finding a Proper Idle

...........please stand by as we attempt to establish smoother runnings........





Cough, sputter.


Grab a handfull, then "VROOOOM!!" - bounce it hard off the limiter yet again. Really shouldn't do that too many more times.........


 Nothing snapped, no smoke or new rattles, so back to the fine adjustment of those most fiddly of bits in hopes of someday becoming, well, reliable is a start, and then dare I dream of upgrades and higher-performance in my future with this machine?

 What about with that one over there?

Dunno. Can't say, so I'll just focus on this very next task - the only task there ever is, really. The very most important one it always IS.

There it is again, in the midst of a salad I made. Funny how these things work, innit? Inside job again as usual with the derail and the bad connections that lead to the meltdowns. Sneaky Devil(s).........

I think this word break has been helpful. Thanks for sharing the minute or so it might take one to read and ponder these words, should any arrive and do so (wink). Much Love to All and y'all! 

A guitar beckons in this instant, so another machine to interface with becomes the perfect expression of THIS IS. It's a beauty, too.......so much astounding beauty everywhere I turn. Thank you for this. I am truly humbled by these gifts I am continually showered with. My intention is to honor all of them properly.

Nothing but gratitude for all of it is the best I can do. That, and trying to push the envelope just a bit further in every breath and striving for the smoothest of idles.


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  1. ninaMarch 21, 2015 at 10:00 PM

    Back to your roots I see.
    A little potting shed, the woods close at hand, a sweet guitar and the wind in your face.
    You are the richest man on Earth.
    Deservedly so.

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    1. ZonerMarch 22, 2015 at 8:20 AM

      Thank you for your kind words Nina. The MC serves as a wonderful metaphor in this case - it has not seen an internal fire or moved under its own power in 11 years, much like my own self it seems. As with the bike, my own "vehicle" has been mostly in stasis, awaiting the right moment to emerge from its rest to hopefully once again move freely and smoothly down whatever path is chosen.

      There was a point in time friday where it was made clear that the time has arrived to make some changes to the program around here. Maybe it was the eclipse, or solstice arriving, or even the tequila, but certainly a wake-up call has been issued.

      Lovely to se your words here. Much gratitude and Love to you as always Nina.

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  2. ninaMarch 22, 2015 at 10:52 AM

    For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven - Ecclesiastes 3:1

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