#do something cool

[bi-women-confess]

It’s intentional women’s day, get an abortion or a divorce to celebrate 🫶

[just-e-x-o]

Be safe this Friday the 13th and remember that not all black cats are bad....

[drmels]

i somehow got to 950 followers which is i n s a n i t y but thanks 

[theallmightyglowcloud]

!!!!!!!

omg I just hit 500 followers??? How? Bless u all

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Cool Guys Cool Cars

Being Broken down in Kingston, NY for 8 days means I get to crush on other cars for a little. There are some rad rides out here, but the best was from a couple driving from Oregon.

Their 60s VW bus is an eye catcher, mostly because it is towing a smaller replica behind it. That cut little toy car is actually a go cart that pushed 120 mph. And they have a whole Russian doll situation of cars getting smaller and smaller, until one is made out of a grain of rice.

These two travel out of here and sell love beads, and were eager to have their picture taken. They used to not do photo but recently they had a change of heart.

“Yeah, my dad saw a photo of me on the internet recently so now he knows I don’t have a job. So you can take pictures and post whatever you want.”

Damn Hippies...

Expect a John Muiracle Version of this tattoo soon...

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How To Live To Tell the Tale

a field manual for epic story telling by Michael Weybret Chapter 0: An Introduction

“Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.” - Ben Franklin

I was raised on stories.

Each day of my childhood started with a newspaper. A fresh bundle of stories and information hand delivered to our doorstep every morning. And not just any newspaper. The Lodi News-Sentinel, my family’s newspaper. My father was the publisher and each morning when I came down the stairs for breakfast he could be found reading the latest issue at the end of the dinning room table. My grandfather bought the paper in 1958 and worked there everyday for the better part of a century, distributing countless stories to the masses over the years. Still, each day would likely end with him telling old stories about a herd of his stolen cattle, learning to weld with prison inmates, and hopefully a few of his timeless “Sven and Ollie” jokes.

Perhaps I didn’t realize it was happening at the time but I was developing a deeply rooted love for stories, and a profound respect for anyone who can tell a good one. Storytelling is how I share my feelings. Any “how are you” will certainly be returned with an answer riddled with events when a simple “good!” would have sufficed. Stories are how I form relationships. A friendship is only set in stone when we have a good tale or inside joke to share. Remembering stories is the only way I can tell time (a trait surely stolen from my grandfather). Nothing ever happened to me “around noon” but always “just before that rattlesnake almost got us.” Life for me has always been a series of stories.

And if life is just a story you better make it a damn good one, don’t you think?

That is a large part of the reason I am setting out on my next adventure. A great American road trip from California to New York and back (hopefully back the long way, through Alaska) hitting every tourist trap, national park, dive bar, and friend’s couch I can find along the way. I decided long ago that I wanted to live the best stories I could. More importantly though, as I was taught as a kid, I want to share them with the ones I love. This is my hero’s journey; and I want to bring you with me.

And so in this series of writings, whatever it may become, I want to share with you my stories and more importantly what I learned from them. Everyone’s life, passions, and stories are and will always be completely different from those of another, that’s what’s best about sharing them. My hope is that by sharing mine I can help inspire other’s to live a life full of adventures and stories. Ones you cherish and are proud to tell your grandchildren about around the dinner table one day. Or at least ones that get a good laugh around a campfire on the weekends.

One part travel journal, one part explorer’s guidebook, with a dash of gypsy memoir. Add spice. Season to taste. And enjoy my field manual for epic story telling.

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This work is dedicated to the ones that taught me everything I know about good stories. My mother, Christi, my father, Marty, my grandfather, Fred, and the long line of story tellers from whence I came. Thank you. I love you.

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Drive By Shooting: portraits from the back of a scooter

Part of the fun of thailand was ridin’ bitch while teaching farang (google it) turned local Michaela Scranton drove me around the sites. It totally ruled.

I was constantly looking at the people passing us by, wondering who they are, where they are going, what the fuck they had on their head. Eventually I started shooting pictures on the back of the bike. Most of them were blurry. Some of them were cool. Some of them were blurry in a cool way.

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Soot and Sake: The Nozawa Onsen Fire Festival

I have been following The Adventure Handbook for a while now. And I mean following like how a 15 year old girl follows Bieber (even before the last album). So needless to say I am incredibly honored to be featured on their website right now.

Please head over there and check it out! Link is bellow, or if you hurry you can just go to their homepage theadventurehandbook.com and I’m the header, which is pretty fucking cool for me.

Cheers!

http://theadventurehandbook.com/soot-and-sake-the-nozawa-onsen-fire-festival/