Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains. I would drink deeper; fish in the sky, whose bottom is pebbly with stars.
—Henry David Thoreau
Flagstaff, AZ—->Vista, CA
the forecast was predicting rain throughout various parts of Arizona so we decided to get out of there asap. leaving Flagstaff at 6:00AM. 48 degrees. headed straight for the freeway. this was the coldest part of the trip.
first stretch break..it’s starting to warm up a bit
random view point. still in AZ
made it back to CA. on the 10 headed west when we ride straight into a dark cloud. it wasn’t bad at first but then it just starts pouring down. I could barely see through my helmet. I opened my visor to see if that was better but the winds were blowing the rain straight into my eyes. FUUUUCK!! This is the only time I’ve really felt scared on my bike. We’ve slowed down considerably waiting for the right time to pull over safely. We finally make it to the shoulder completely soaked. we tried to ride slowly on the shoulder but the wind was too much on that wet road. not safe at all. no choice but to wait and let it pass. 20 minutes felt like an hour
the cloud finally passes enough for us to get back on the road safely. We stop at a gas station a few miles down to collect ourselves. What the fuck just happened?!
still soaked but back at it. no more rain. no traffic. 100 degrees never felt so good. I can feel my clothes drying off in the wind.
Next stop Indio for fuel. then the back roads to Temecula. then one last freeway stretch down the 15 to Vista. Got into town around 8:00PM and had our last meal of the trip at a Vietnamese spot. Finally home around 9:00PM
another year. another trip. another story. We fuckin’ made it!!
Flagstaff, AZ—->Grand Canyon National Park—->Flagstaff, AZ
roughly 80 miles to the park. it was a nice cool morning ride through some trees.
after a short hike down a trail this was our first view of the canyon…
my sketchy rock stance
hiked west for about a mile. then we took a shuttle back to our bikes so we could check out other view points.
last stop before headed back to Flagstaff. A spot called Desert View that has a historic watch tower…
cuz got caught gazin’
THIS. was the apex of the trip…
we pulled over for a quick break on our way back. that cloud in the background just hit us with our first taste of riding in the rain. we made it through safely.
got back to Flagstaff at around 6-7:00PM. It was a Good day.
Day 3 done.
Las Vegas, NV—->Flagstaff, AZ
Packed up leaving Vegas…
The Hoover Dam was along the way so we stopped to check it out…
gas/stretch stop. these 3 old Porsches roll up…
the weather heading into Flagstaff was much cooler. A nice break from all the heat. Got to our hotel around 7:00PM.
Day 2 done.
Vista, CA—->Las Vegas, NV
We were set to leave at 6:00AM until some minor bike issues held us back. Luckily we were still at home with a garage full of tools. Problem solved. On the road by 9:00AM.
Midday. 15 North. temps averaging 102 degrees. By far the worst weather I’ve ridden in. Hot gusts of wind are far from ideal. This was about 100 miles away from Vegas…108!!
and all we could do was laugh at how dumb it was to be riding in this heat. complaining doesn’t change shit. deal with the circumstance. man up and keep moving.
We got to our hotel at around 6:00PM. checked in. straight to our room. blasted the ac and crashed for a few hours.
Eventually we got up to find dinner. We walked a good ways down the strip looking for Hash House A Go Go. Definitely worth the walk. We both had their signature sage chicken and waffles…
"Damn, now we gotta walk back."
Day 1 done.
Year two. Our original plan was to ride out to the Bonneville Salt Flats and check out Speed Week but the event was cancelled this year due to rain. We’ll have to save that for next year. Change of plans. We decided on the Grand Canyon as our destination. This would be my first trip out there. Here’s some of the trip…
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
—Kahlil Gibran//The Prophet
The flames of earth are surely worth celestial perfumes.
The Sky isn’t only up,
and Heaven isn’t only for later.
g(r)o(w) with the flow
One loves that for which one labors, and one labors for that which one loves.
—Eric Fromm//Man For Himself
Rewind. 1950’s. 1960’s.
Angeles City, Pampanga, Philippines.
My grandfather on my dad’s side ran the only motorcycle repair shop in the city. A small space without an official business name. He built a reputation through his labors letting the work speak for itself. Everyone who needed a repair for their two wheels knew where to go. They knew who to see.
My dad grew up in this environment and the fascination with motorcycles started to cement itself at an early age. He would tell me how he remembers being a kid and seeing all kinds of motorcycles and scooters come through the shop. Japanese, Italian, American and everything in between. He would dream of owning his own someday. He definitely made that happen.
Fast forward. 1990-1991ish.
I remember my dad asking me out of the blue if I wanted to learn how to ride a motorcycle. Of course I said yes. I didn’t know anything but I was excited to learn. He bought me my first dirt bike. A used Kawasaki KX60. I remember being a bit scared because I could barely touch the ground with my toes when I stood over it. He assured me I’d be fine. Then he started to teach me about the clutch and after a few lessons I was on my way.
Fast forward. 2012-Present.
I run a small shop repairing motorcycles. I do full engine rebuilds to tuning, troubleshooting, routine maintenance, and basic fabrication and welding. Whatever was alive in my grandfather’s hands has made it’s way to me. I can feel it. As his eldest son’s only son, I feel that if anyone in the family is supposed to carry on what he started, it’s me. Not out of any kind of obligation but purely for the love of motorcycles. It’s here. I’m here.
I recently finished the second phase of my personal bike. It went through a full engine rebuild as well as some light fabrication and electrical work. This is a dedication to the man who blazed the trail.
I’m a few days late but Happy Birthday to my grandfather Santos “Tatay” Bautista. May you always Rest In Paradise. This one’s for you…