one night on the road

manipulating the past>blurring the future

we can change the past
we have the technology

from blacked out to vegas and back again

the rumors of likeatruckers death have been greatly .....whatever
trees down powers out patience tested
its funny how easy it is to go without the modern conveniences when you are camping in the wilderness somewhere but the moment the power goes out at home nerves fray





the lost week in review
got creative with the grill
started drinking at 3
cleaned up the yard
read something called a book
installed a slate floor
broke the garage door
complained about everything
no tv and no beer make likeatrucker something something

approximately seven seconds from complete insanity the power is back and likeatrucker is on a plane headed towards the bankruptcy capital of the world

the intercycle week in review
vegas is a strange place why am i wearing a tie
ate bad food
ate good food
lost someone elses money in the slots
saw lycra clad professionals sprint for cash
saw lycra clad professionals crash for cash
shook hands with old friends
shook hands with new friend
shook hands with douche bags
wheeled and dealed
dealed for wheels
paid too much for everything
learned that while two weeks after the storm large parts of houston have no power galviston is a wreck and the bolivar peninsula is 99% gone no one outside of southeast texas gives a fuck

the world is a crazy mixed up place the only constant is that the government will always let you down

slayer wont

blowhards and douche bags

apparently there is a large storm headed my way
don't know much about these hurricanes
wind and rain i guess probably end up looking like mr ohr if you stand outside for too long
(overly dramatic musical flourish) so if this is the end of likeatrucker i ask only one thing of those unlucky souls that read these words from beyond
thanks for not voting for this douche bag

that is all

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art for president

amazing
street art for the people by the people
no bullshit gallery reps or other creativity leaches
see more here here (keep scrolling right) or here

"corrupting influences on religion and politics" one post at a time

eight years ago mccain would have considered sarah palin an "agent of intolerance"
eight years ago mccain would have considered a denier of global climate change unfit to lead the country
now he calls her his vp pick
biggest political hypocrite ever

born and raised in alaska i can testify that all the governor really does is kiss the ass of the oil industry and stay out of sight between elections
actually by the bush standard maybe she does have the experience to be president after all

this post could be your life

it could be mine
or at least i wish it could
punk rock diy and all that
somehow it got shoved aside
co-opted you could say
mike watt shows us how
make art not money
this is bob dylan to me

east texas freeride

deep in the swamps of suburban houston the hardest working bike mechanic in texas has built his own little utopia



a lot of trail in a small space

thursdays are for (music) lovers

english majors rejoice punctuation has officially been abandoned here at likeatrucker
with the notable exception of the unnecessary exclamation point!!! lovers of the english language will no longer be subject to my ill-fated attempt at proper grammar this is either a pretentious move towards art-i-ness or the first baby step towards utter gibberish you be the judge

finally changed the music in the peoples wagon
here are some random thoughts about the current rotation

les savy fav are the greatest rock band on the planet earth right now add a booze fueled new years eve show into the mix and you have the best live album ive heard in years maybe ever

if you like both types of music country and western the new drive by truckers record is top notch these guys are the best story tellers in the game

no age are indeed weirdo rippers not sure at first but is growing on me

all bloc party songs sound the same yet i continue to listen

the nationals boxer still rocks!! quietly

Like a hot bloated Mary Tyler Moore

"it's like a hot, bloated Anchorage" -Justwife when asked what city Houston reminded her of. A little harsh but they do have some things in common. Mainly oil industry execs and urban sprawl.

wake-coffee-computer-car-computer-car-computer-car-computer-food-walkdog-computer-bed-repeat


We're gonna make it after all.

Gettin hard to beat the Hate.

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dog


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To all the haters wordswordswords

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“Anything you do will be an abuse of somebody else’s aesthetics. I think you’re born an artist or not. I couldn’t have learned it. And I hope I never do because knowing more only encourages your limitations.” - Robert Rauschenberg

Artist or not, likeatrucker highly endorses abusing somebody else's aesthetics.

Forget the War on Terror. It's Them, it's Them!

A new enemy has arrived on these shores and it threatens our very existence. No I'm not talking about Islamic extremists. I'm talking ants. While your average ant may be able to eat a house or attack in a stinging swarm, these ants have a much more subversive agenda. They eat computers! While catching up on emails I found this disturbing article(thanks Justmom)and it could not have been a minute too soon. We need to act now before this threat spreads. While our homeland security dollars are being used to keep out this countries primary source of low wage labor nothing is being done about the real threat. I suggest you write your congressperson and demand they do something about this immediately. I for one have already taken the step of duct taping all of the windows and doors closed and have a case of Raid! at he ready. Just the thought of these little bastards munching on my laptop makes me want to curl up in the corner and cry.
However this makes me laugh.

and the Devil was a no show

It never fails. Every two weeks I head out on the road with everything I think I should need for a week of shilling bikes and every two weeks, about an hour outside of Houston, as the NPR station fuzzes into oblivion I reach down to pick out a CD when it hits me that I have once again left the house with the same ten CD's that have been in the car since last August. While quality music can be found on the majority of the discs by Wednesday or Thursday I have listened to each 2-3 times on average and at this point the sound of Peter, Bjorn and John makes me want to kill. Now in some places this isn't that big of a deal. You just turn the channel to the local butt rock station, grit your teeth and wait for a Black Sabbath song to come on. However this is Texas and once you’re out of radio distance of the three major cities your choices are limited to whack job preachers spewing their particular brand of intolerance or Tejano. Now I'm not sure if you've had the opportunity to experience the audio torture that is Tejano but I certainly would not recommend it to my worst enemies and despite the surreal, almost cinematic experience of barreling across rural Texas listening to a small town preacher screaming away, I would rather jab a sharpened pencil in my ear than listen to either for more than five minutes. So in goes one of the six discs for yet another go and I'm sure in two weeks time, somewhere in rural Louisiana, I will be humming "Young Folks" with a taste for blood in my mouth.
Taking a cue from Mississippi blues man Robert Johnson I made a pit stop down at the crossroads. I planned on selling my soul for some content but the Devil didn’t show. Mythological constructs can be so unreliable.


What is your idea of Hell?


I thought it would have more hills.

Made it back home. Odometer reads 1109 miles more than when I left on Monday.
This is the sad irony of being a bike rep. In order to sell the most efficient mode of transportation known to man you must drive countless miles in the most inefficient.

480 miles

two cups of coffee

one and a half tanks of gas

four bike shops

four kashi chocolate chip cookies

one mediocre tex-thai meal

what did you do today?

art cars, bikes and a dead alligator

Spending most of my waking hours in one I can testify that cars are not cool. They get us from point a to point b of course and there is a certain satisfaction that can be found in the blur of the yellow line as it passes you by. But overall they are expensive, claustrophobic and inefficient. Art Cars on the other hand are cool. Just ask George Clinton. In yet another sign that there is no god the curator of the local Art Car Museum was killed shortly after this weekends parade by a drunk in a white Pontiac. I cannot help but ponder the irony of this situation.

Today I rode a bike for the first time in what feels like forever. The homemade 6 bolt fixed cog worked great, although the gearing is a little low for THE FLATEST TRAIL ON EARTH. Seriously the only thing technical about this trail is that you may need to bunnyhop an alligator.
Speaking of gators I can now check them off of my big list o'southern animals. On the ride home I saw a buzzard dinning on the carcass of a two+ footer.

Mrs. Justex challenges all to a sudoku deathmatch.

First official post and I pretty much suck at it. Skip the words and go here. I'm not sure I go that fast on the interstate.

like a trucker is watching you