Bob's Early Days

I think I was 19 when this picture was taken in the motorcycle shop I worked at. Getting a new bike ready to deliver to the customer. Place was a rat infested pit. I had fun anyway though.

Playing at the Gravel Pits

This was fun.

Since this is the 3rd post remember to go down and work your way to the top

Keeps things in order. This one shows me landing from the jump. Airtime Bob.

Old Bob's Racing Days

I used to race motorcycles a very long time ago. Here are a couple of pictures from then. This one is me coming off the starting line. Always was good at the starts. I'm the guy with the front wheel "pawing" the air in second place.

Hi Costa

Hi Costa, well, if I got this posted in time. . . Here are a couple of my pictures from waaaaay back in the old days. Like 35 years ago. Pretty classy race setup... Electrical tape numbers, bluejeans, flimsy jacket. Fun stuff though.

Rugged Outdoorsman Bob Says "Yeah Hey"

Ahhh. . . I love fishing. Not the TV kind with divers catching the fish and then hooking them on the hooks to make the "talent" look like they are catching them. I like the kind where you sit in the boat trying all the techniques you've learned from reading In-Fisherman and Walleye Insider and discover there is a lot more to it than that. But all in all you learn, get better and most of all have fun and eat well.

We go to Whiskey Jack's Lodge in Ontario on Sturgeon Lake

http://www.whiskeyjacklodge.com/

Beautiful place, the lake that is. The lodge is pretty typical. Rustic, primitive and functional. Dale Matthews is the owner and he is a good person. Good fishing and they do hunting as well. Not me, I fish.

Getting out in the wild, "the Bush" as the locals refer to it is the best part of it for me. It is a primitive and wildly beautiful place. Here are a few pictures so you can see for yourself.

Wounded Bob Says Hi!

Wounded Bob Says Hi!
Originally uploaded by 5 hour butt.

Just got a new picture poster account and am learning it. Back to the normal sporadic stuff soon.

Interesting Mid-Western farmland scenery

My daughter and I were taking pictures a while ago and I really liked this one. It is an old Twin Beech that someone stuck in the ground as a sculpture (I think). I love it. I flew one once. An old buddy of mine was a pilot and he flew one for a living for a while. He hated it, the job. Cold as hell in the winter and bad hours. But he built time and eventually got an airline job. 

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Daily life. When I was a kid it used to mean get up and go to school. Get home, do homework and have supper then, watch TV. Dad went to work, came home ate and watched TV. Mom kept it running at home. Simple.

Nowadays, whew. What a circus. Clothing, cell phones, attitude and music all have taken a big jump into a truly different direction. Sure, we liked music when I was a kid but it was getting your thrill on Blueberry Hill or Little Duece Coupe. Now, suck this, f that, bitch, ho, seems kind of sad.

It seems we are so self involved and wrapped up in our own little worlds we forget the rest of the world is always watching. Like driving. I have actually lost my opportunity to get through an intersection because I had to wait for all the left turning cars to finish running the red light. Courtesy is a fondly remembered little practiced thing these days. Personally, I have decided to be overly courteous. I get a kick out of the reaction people have when I wave them to go before I do. Maybe it'll catch on a little.