This weekend, we took it to the Santa Rosa mountains. Dried meat, butter and wine on the menu. I'm working on some camping equipment. Rustic, cowboy style. Cotton canvas. Oil / wax water and wind proofing. Multiple uses. Below, one of the pieces in action.
I took a little ride the other day. Itinerary:
The ride from Guanajuato to Dolores is pleasant, over the Santa Rosa mountains. I had an ice cream because that's what you're supposed to do when in Dolores. Walnut.
Dolores to San Miguel is pretty much straight. I had a coffee in San Miguel and Down Town was full of late-vacation tourists, I presume. There was a wedding going on. It sure is a pretty town.
Left for Guanajuato. Between San Miguel and Guanajuato there is pretty much nothing except for som mountains and a couple of cactuses. 20 or so minutes outside of San Miguel I got a flat tyre. Started riding back real slow, hoping to find a gas station or something. A km or so back, I found one of them side of the road tyre shops. Stopped but there wasn't anyone there to attend. Waited for a couple of minutes and a weatherworn man with a kid in his pick up stopped by. That was the mechanic. Kid must have been the trainee. It took him (us actually) half an hour or so to get the tire off. Took almost the same time to figure out how to lift the bike with a regular hydraulic lift and a few sticks. Found two holes that he fixed. Then put the wheel back on. Errors, reworks and stupid mistakes accounted for, it was probably 40 minutes or so. He charged me 50 pesos for it. I gladly paid a little extra, I was damn happy to have found him and that he was in service. Technical execution glitches aside.
Took a couple of pictures:
Elections tomorrow in the U.S. and it's the first time ever that I've been interested in the general election. To no one's surprise our candidate is, without any doubt what so ever, mr. Donald Trump. Now I said this already in the early primaries. And it is my firm belief that a few years down the road, you will all refer to him as "Donnie", much like the fond nick name you've given old "Ronnie" Reagan. Donald Trump is not a hip name in Mexico (or anywhere else for that matter) and I can understand that if you never got over the rapist and drug dealer comment from way back when. But tomorrow, the american people will elect a new president for their country. And the interests of the american people are a lot better represented by Donald Trump than by Hillary Clinton.
Obama was painted as striking from below when he became the first black president eight years ago. But has any presidential candidate ever been met with as much resistance as Donald Trump? Outright hatred. The Democrats. The Republican establishment. Damn near all european leaders. Entertainment industry big shots. Media. The pope. They've all revealed an angle against him. He's been called racist, he's been called Hitler. It's been hinted that he'd just throw himself on that big, red nuke button somewhere in Pentagon. That he's a misogynist and a groper of defenceless maidens. That he wears an unfashionable toupée.
So it's about time some up scale, big name social media celebrities show their support to Donald Trump. So here's the head honcho wishing Donald Trump, and America the best of luck tomorrow.
I went to the yearly motorcycle fair in León on Friday and swung by again on Saturday. It seems to be one of, if not the biggest biker meet in Mexico and I've heard numbers hovering around 50,000 visitor mark. If thusly inclined, feel free to research the official number on your own. What I do know is that the Leon fair was completely swamped with bikers and motorcycles. Primarily chromed big Harleys, then a few crotch rockets, and but one dusty Japanese thumper.
There was a lot of accessories being sold by the numerous stands and among the things still hot for Mexican bikers, besides bull testicle key chains, are Nazi themed accessories. There were Swastica pins, SS pins, third reich patches - you name it. I couldn't help but think of the outrage if this had been Sweden or any other European country for that matter. And I guess I'm a bit damaged by political correctness because I ended up with a Suzuki pin for wifey, despite the vast availability of nazi themed accessories. The conclusion remains that Mexican bikers are still not as sensitive as their European counterparts.
Anyways, good fun. Bikers are a merry bunch. In general though, they could use a good dose of this to up their score in the style department. And you hear all these comments about "biker brotherhood" and whatever. The guy who stole my helmet mustn't have been a brother.
We just officially launched a new business: Head Honcho Manufacturing.
For the last two years, production services has seen even more growth than the ulbator brand. This year, for instance, manufacturing services to third parties will see about a 3 - 400% growth. That's why we decided to formalise said service, and thus HHM was launched (ahead of schedule, but it was always part of the plan). So now, you can partner up with the head honcho.
We are focusing on high quality / low volume production for the time being. Let all of your friends know.
Yes. I had to pay off a cop today to let me go. Now that the cervantino festival has started, there are cops all over the place and I was pulled over when merrily cruising around on the suzuki. I had my driver's license but I forgot my circulation card (to prove ownership of the vehicle). The police officer threatened with a 600ish peso fine so I asked him if he couldn't cut me some slack. After all, my card was at home, just a few blocks away. He wasn't hard to convince so he said all right and that he'd leave it up to my consideration if I wanted to give him and his partner a little something for the café. And my consideration said: "what the heck, give'em a hundred pesos" (still cheaper than a chinaman I am). Thanked and headed home.
To celebrate the successful bribe, I sat down for a couple of hours and updated the webpage. I think it turned out pretty good. Thank the corrupt Guanajuato state police department for that!
The other day my daughter had a couple of friends over. They were playing with Legos when the three of them spontaneously started singing patriotic Mexican songs that they had learned at school. How unthinkable that scenario would be in Sweden. I bet you most kids don't even know the national anthem.
We went to an Independence day party yesterday (photo). Independence festivities in Mexico are primarily about getting drunk, just as they are everywhere else. But at about 11, which was when Miguel Hidalgo famously rang the church bell in Dolores and started the uprising that became Mexico's independence, everyone at the party gathered as one of the attendees recreated the Independence Day speech after which everyone sang the national anthem. Displays of patriotism completely unthinkable for us Swedes and unthinkable to most westerners.
I miss that about my country. When playing the national anthem our primary concern is who might feel uncomfortable by it. Past Swedish achievements are explained away as luck and favorable circumstances rather than excellence. Conquests are waved off as immoral acts of aggression or imperialism. The symbols of the proudest of our ancestors the vikings will get you labeled a racist in no time (the head honcho doesn't give shit though, he carries his Mjölnir around his neck every day. Call him all the racist you want.)
At the same time, us Swedes are very eager to display our moral superiority through gay tolerance, gender equality and other jibberish when interacting with strangers. That's all the national pride we can muster and I've always found that distasteful about us. Better then to rejoice on how we had the whole of England living in fear of the ravaging berserker, the military prowess of Carl XII and the commercial and technological achievement of Swedish 19th and 20th century industrialists.
In the mean time, Mexicans will keep celebrating their 16th of September with unapologetic grandeur. There is no reason why they shouldn't. So to all my Mexican friends and family: happy independence day!
Yesterday, my son left Guanajuato for California. Technically my stepson, this guy is the coolest you'll ever know and after 11+ years of knowing him, he's grown into a great friend. I'm not worried for him. He's well equipped for the new challenges ahead: he has a more mature thinking than most adults I know and his mom has equipped him with the right family values. He'll do fine. Good luck, son. I'll miss you. Better make damn sure you stay in touch with momma.
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