![]() My boss closed the shop for a week and gave me the freedom to make my own hours and do everything myself. Even at work I notice myself thinking that I don't need to step it up a notch and this is not like me at all. So yeah I just feel like I'm lump on a log in everything I do. yeah yeah I know theres no excuse for the lack of blogs. ![]() ![]() So lately I've been feeling like a lazy bum, I sleep in till 9 pretty much everyday and I'm logging quite a few hours in of History and Discovery channel. I got into this blogging thing all gung ho for about 3 days and then took almost a month to start going again. When I got home from my mission and needed a job to keep me sane motorcycles and Jones Motorsports was there for me, when I came back with my tail between my legs from Utah Jones and motorcycles were there for me again, and they inspired me to finish out what began years ago and go to school for this and do something in my life that I really feel is worth doing, and even though school here at MMI sucks and I'm working full time at a crappy job there is light at the end of this tunnel and I'm glad that I have this wonderful passion for motorcycles in my life. which turned into becoming a trusted tech of his until my mission. And so that was the beginning, after that I was able to snag a job changing tires after school for matt. So I started asking questions and after weeks of asking questions and busted knuckles and about a hundred bucks later the motor was back together and dad and I were able to take that ride. It just so happened that Matt Jones, my scout leader, was the owner of Jones motorsports, and my uncle new a thing or two about motorcycles and had a garage full of tools. Needless to say dad was mad and to learn the lesson of responsibility he made me responsible for getting the thing fixed. So there I was a broken motorcycle and a broken heart for not being able to go riding. I would later learn that the starter gear must first be slowly engaged, if not it will most likely strip out. As adrenaline started to pump I mounted the beast, my toes pointed out to the max, I pulled out the starter stood up and with a cringe kicked with everything I had. But i was nervous, I had never started the 500 before, I remembering sitting on a hay bale in the shed for 20 minutes wondering how all 140 pounds of me was going to bring the 350 pounds of it into submission, that was if I even had the ability to overcome the compression of the cylinder to kick the starter. The 250 was of course easy, I had been riding that bike regularly for almost a year then and was use to it. My job was to start the bikes and check the oil and gas in them before dad got home so we could be ready as soon as he got home to leave. Then one summer day my Dad called the house early in the afternoon saying that the ski hill had asked us if we could bring the bikes up to help set up the course for the mountain bike race. ![]() Occasionally dad and I would actually take them out for a ride in the hills to pick huckleberry's or for a short ride after school and work out in the desert to go site in the guns and get a little of the rage out, but the other priorities of my family (rodeo) seemed to always block the ability for me to really get into the wonderful world of motorsports. We always had the two old bikes in the shed for the farm the '82 XL250 and the '79XR500. I had always had a fascination of motorcycles and quads, practically anything that was self propelled by an internal combustion engine but I had not yet realized this calling in my life, and actually wouldn't for more years to come. It all began when I was a mere lad of 15. This has probably been long past due and even though it will only be seen by the 1.6 people that ever read my blog I would like to publicly thank my father for his influence on my life, because really he is ultimately responsible for where I am at in my life right now. like actualling writing on you blog, and some things need to be done for the first time ever. Some things just need to be done everyonce in a while.
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