Friday, September 8, 2023

Ride Angels

 

Jed, an angel by Webster's definition. Procedure done, heading home. Photo credit to Sue, another angel.

I have found that there are angels associated with my rides, and already one connected to my ride that doesn’t start until three more days. Most of these people wouldn’t consider themselves to be such a one, they were being true to themselves and being who they are, they couldn’t help themselves helping me.

I’d like to share two examples, one in the long ago past and one ongoing. But first a word from my friend Webster. Noah says this about ‘angel’: a spiritual being serving as a divine messenger and intermediary and often as a special protector of an individual or nation. Both people and instances described below fit the definition.

1972 - During the late summer of 1972, Jim McClelland and I set off on a planned six-week ride to cover about 6,000 miles. We were told by bike shops and people we were talking to that people would jerk us around and just plain be nasty to us. After all, the “Easy Rider” movie was only a year or two old. With one slight exception, we found the opposite to be true and that guy was being opportunistic and greedy and he didn’t win anything from us.

One angelic visitation I keep in mind was during the day Jim and I had planned to ride into Yellowstone National Park at the eastern gate. We broke camp and hit the highway as planned. There was no one sharing the two-lane strip of asphalt when we passed two boy scouts hitchhiking. We looked at each other, shrugged, and went back for them, strapping their packs on top of ours. Within minutes, we came over a rise that overlooks a plain and we saw the rain a mile or two out front of us. We pulled over and explained things to our guests as we pulled on our cheep rainsuits. We had nothing to wrap our gear in and no windscreens to protect us on our basic bikes. The boy scouts decided to tough it out. We rode over 150 miles in the rain into Cody, Wyoming only to find out the entrance to the park was closed due to snow, in August.

Everything the four of us had with us was soaked. We found a laundromat and hauled everything in and began loading dryers. Our plan was to get dried out and find a cheap motel for the night, not an easy task with all the caged park visitors doing the same thing only without the need for a dryer. Before any of us could drop the first quarter in the slot a woman came out and she was aghast at what she saw. It was a reaction that made Jim and me think we were about to be kicked out. Not so.

“Oh, you poor boys! Here, let me…” The owner/manger of the laundromat opened the four dryers’ controls and turned them on while she told us to dry everything we needed. When I asked her if she knew where a decent motel was, she saw the ichthus I wore around my neck and explained that most of the motels would be full right then but that she knew a preacher who ran a half-way house we could stay the night at. Jim and I took her up on the recommendation but the boy scouts opted to go their own way.

This was one exceptional angel and I offer a prayer of thanksgiving for her kindness every time I remember her.

On our way out of town the next day we passed by the hitchhiking boy scouts who, when they saw us coming, suddenly needed to find either change or keys in their pockets. Jim and I waved as we rode on and into the park.

Wednesday, September 6, 2023 – This was the day I had planned on changing the oil in my Victory Cross Country in preparation for my 2000-mile ride starting next week. Simple, right? Not so much.

I have limited space in my garage to do oil changes but then, I don’t need much for the procedure. I got everything I needed ready for the operation and loosened the drain plug. And loosened and loosened it until I was sure something was wrong. It wasn’t backing out. I figured I could wedge a chisel in to give it some leverage for the threads to bite. But then what? I’d have a bike with no oil and be standing there with a drain plug in my hand and no way to adequately secure it to hold oil, even for a trip down the hill for gas.

I needed an angel or there would be no trip for yet another year. I texted Jed.

Instant response. “Hi Jerry. I have the proper fix it kit for the drain plug here…” When I asked when a good time would be he said, “Now is good”. I cancelled my attendance at the weekly lunch with my father-in-law and brothers-in-law and Cindy went by herself. I geared up and rode over to Jed and Sue's.

I was feeling like a doofus, a term I am applying quite liberally to certain drivers while I’m either driving or riding along. Jed explained the procedure and told me he had done this to both his and Sue's bikes and other friends’ as well. I felt a little less doofusly. When Jed started out with the same steps I had done and then brought out the chisel, I began to feel normal. For me, anyway.

We hadn’t seen each other in weeks. Maybe months. From our last little ride up to visit a bunch of glampers in Buellton. While the engine cooled, we caught up with each other. I helped him through the procedure while between steps he handled a sale of an engine and transmission out of an old Ford Mustang. Well, okay, I watched a lot and fetched an item or two.

While we wrapped up and put tools and materials away, I asked him how much I owed him. “Lunch”. Sue came home while we were moving the engine and transmission out for the guy coming to buy them. She told us she had stuff to make lunch and invited me to stay.

Fix-it – done. Lunch – served. I owe them more than they can imagine. I thank them profusely and the only thing they did was talk about joining me for the Ride to the Flags on Sunday.

Our angels may not always be apparent and it may well be the only angel we have is our own vigilance on the ride. So, ride safe and keep an eye out for angels and hazards alike. And keep the iron side up.

Jerry “Shakespeare” White.


Friday, September 1, 2023

Prelude to Opa’s Wild Ride

 


Translation: I am a motorcylist grandpa. Like a normal grandpa but a lot cooler.

On August 20, 2023, I posted a blog entry entitled, “Plan It or Fuhgeddaboudit!” and it worked for me. The results are twofold: a long-term plan is unfolding for a long and winding epic ride next season and a short-term plan for a cool ride starting in a couple of weeks. Well okay, it more likely will be sweltering. I’m calling it “Opa’s Wild Ride”.

My grandchildren call me Opa, a Dutch/German word for Grandfather. I am neither Dutch nor German. I simply picked the name when my oldest was expecting her first child who is now 16 and driving. The trip will get me to the three households of all my children and a quick visit with all seven grandkids over an eight-day span with one layover day. I will cover 1,993 miles in three states: California, Nevada, and Oregon. Oregon to visit one of my sisters.

When I said, ‘more likely will be sweltering’, that is because the first two legs are from home to Palm Desert and then on to Pahrump, Nevada - all desert and nothing but the desert. From Grants Pass to Lodi could be hot as well because it takes me through Redding where my bike’s thermometer hit 118 degrees several years ago, my hottest ride day ever.

I have an aggressive itinerary with only one day of slack time built in all the while I’ve wedged the ride into a tight calendar spot. Look at the screen shot below of my overall route. Such is the risk when planning late and not making the ride the priority for the season.

As with any ride, there are things to consider and things to do.

          Things to Consider:

·       Total miles may vary as road conditions might change such as wildfires, weather, and road closures.

·       Daily destinations may change due to family or friend issues at planned stops.

·       I must remain cognizant of my own physical, mental, and emotional health.

Things To Do:

·       Change the oil on the bike.

·       Check the tires to ensure they are good to go for the entire length of the planned trip.

·       Check all the gear, create a packing list, and follow it.

·       Pre-pack the gear on the bike to ensure I have everything I need to secure the gear.

·       Keep my ears and eyes open for suggestions. So, bring them on!

I have a few hopes for this ride: that I will rekindle my riding/writing for Iron Side Up, I will rekindle my drive to rewrite my novel based in Pahrump, I will hug all my grandchildren, I will have long overdue visit with my sister, and more hopes that will form throughout the preparation process.

Plan a ride, take a ride, and keep the iron side up.

Jerry ‘Shakespeare’ White

The Route



Sunday, August 20, 2023

Plan It or Fuhgeddaboudit!

 

The left book we got in 1972, probably from my folks. The right book I probably scammed from our rummage sale a couple of years ago.

Want to take a ride? Want to make it epic, something to tell your grandkids about? Plan it, or fuhgeddaboudit.

I’ve been in the doldrums* as a rider and writer for so long I am embarrassed. And yes, riding and writing can certainly be connected though not inevitably. I’ve used riding to prime the pump for my writing, this might be an attempt to reverse things.

*Doldrums, as defined by my friend Webster is a spell of listlessness or despondency or a state or period of inactivity, stagnation, or slump.

It seems that if I don’t plan it, it won’t happen, even taking the bike to church. If a ride is going to be epic or otherwise memorable, the plan needs to be well put together but allow for some spontaneity.

Some considerations for a good ride plan might include:

  • Destination and/or route. Do you have one or the other, or both? I’ll list some of my ideas below.
  • Riding alone or with others?
  • The motorcycle.
  • Capability of the rider.
  • The Calendar, including weather patterns therein.
  • Money.

Destination and/or route: It might make a fine ride to simply through your leg over the bike and take off but reaching the epic status will take filling in some of the items in a solid plan on the fly. Pick a place, pick a route, then plan. I’ve had a couple of routes and destinations wafting by at the back of my mind. I suggest writing them down and having a tried and true list:

  • Route 66, end-to-end.
  • Pacific Coast route, Canada to Mexico
  • Reno Street Vibrations
  • Ride To The Flags (a charity ride I’ll be taking)
  • Make one up to fit all the other plan considerations.
  • I would like to hear your dreams…

Riding alone or with others?”: For me, this could be a case of “Plan it and they will come”. Often a group of friends and riding-mates create a synergy and an epic ride emerges. Even so, this is no guarantee you’ll take the epic ride. I was on the verge of taking one and then regrettably dropped out toward the end of the planning phase. It would have been epic and would have completed the ride I did as a kid but which had to be cut short.

Start the planning and talk about it (or write about as I am doing) with your rider community and maybe it will turn into a group ride. Or start talking and see what develops.

Or maybe, a solo ride is one of your primary objectives. Fine then, be that way.

The motorcycle: Speaking from experience, this may be the most critical piece of a well-executed ride plan. My best friend, Jim McClelland, and I planned and executed an epic ride in the summer of 1972, we were 18 and 19, respectively. I think we had the orange book pictured above in hand, probably provided by one of our parents. We violated one of the key components found in the Table of Contents, pictured below – Selecting a Touring Machine. We were indestructible, or at that age, felt like we were. Heck, we took the bikes we had; Jim’s Honda 350 Scrambler and my Honda CB500. The 350 had a sissy bar and I had a passenger backrest and rack. No wind management, no saddle bags, not even a tank mounted map case or gear case.

We left in August following my summer basketball league and practice schedule. We had rain nearly every other day and snow once on the Million Dollar Highway in Colorado. By the time we made our exit out of the Western end of Yellowstone National Park, Jim was burnt toast on his two-cylinder machine and I was nearly done in myself on my four-cylinder, but small, bike.

Our plan had been to ride up into Canada to Banff National Park then across to Washington State and down the coast to home. Canada had not been kind to us in sending all that rain and we had talked about alternatives. Jim opted to go straight home. I was chasing a dream of walking onto the Division II basketball team at Humbolt State College in Arata, California and needed to get there, see the campus, and pick up paperwork to start that phase of my dream. Had we had touring bikes, we could have, and certainly would have, braved the weather, and kept to our plan.

The facing page of “Two Wheel Travel. Motorcycle Camping and Touring” simply says: “retreat gracefully”.

Plan a trip with your bike in mind or get a bike with your trip in mind. Make sure it is a sound machine from the rubber on the road up through and including the mirrors.


Capability of the rider: How’s your health? Plan a ride you are physically, mentally, and emotionally capable of completing. Keep the Dirty Harry quote in mind, “Man’s got to know his limitations.” The lowest common denominator for this will be the most limited rider in your group.

The Calendar: This is likely the most limiting factor for my riding. When I got back onto a motorcycle, I made a personal commitment of my own volition to myself as well as my wife that I would not ride when it precluded doing something that could be done with the family. We now have seven grandchildren, a strain on any calendar.

Pick a ride that fits with your calendar, plan your calendar to fit with your ride. Do it early so that you can plan your other commitments around your ride. Had I done that, I’d be heading to Reno Street Vibrations this year. By the time it did come to my attention, I’d already made a commitment to others on a big event at church. C’est la vie, as I always say.

Money: This will determine how long you can ride, if you need to camp even if you’d rather stay in resorts, how you feed yourself, and what gear you pick up along the way.

Path forward: It is too late in this season to plan and execute my Route 66 ride but not too early to start planning it for next season. So, I’ll start that and see how it goes. I’ll need to get from Chicago back home so a route back across the country to the start of the Pacific Coast Route is a possibility.

However, it is not too late to put together a ride that fits my current calendar. It might not be epic in the bottom-line sense of the word, but it could be something special and inspiring. Now, if I can only get the weather to cooperate. Writing this during the dregs of Hurricane Hilary doesn’t inspire all that much confidence. But no plan – no ride, and plans can be altered to fit changing conditions.

Don’t fuhgeddaboudit, plan it. Keep the iron side up while you do.

Jerry ‘Shakespeare’ White

Monday, February 27, 2023

Back in the Day - Jim and Jerry

 

Jim ready for a cold and wet ride on his half of
The Gross
    

Jerry at Bass Lake w/ Loaded STICKI

Just after my Senior Year basketball season ended in 1971 my dad and two or three of his buddies went out and bought Honda Mini Trail 70s (CT70) so they could knock around the dirt fire and logging roads during their annual pilgrimage to Doc and Al’s, just outside of Bridgeport, California. He let me ride that thing to school and work. When my best friend Jim McClelland got one the two of us were off and riding. We called ourselves ‘The Gross’ because between the two of us we totaled 144ccs. We rode all over the place and made nightly forays onto the 210 and 2 Freeways then under construction.

Early in 1970 my paternal grandmother passed away and left me $1500 that I hadn’t been aware of. Early in my freshman year at Glendale Community College, my dad decided it would be safer for me to ride a real motorcycle as my primary vehicle. He told me of his scheme and the money he had sitting there for me, so we set off for Carnes Cycle Shop in Sunland to buy a Honda CB450K3 to meet the declared safety objectives. We opened the doors to the shop and were greeted by a new model, the Honda CB500 Four. It was love at first sight. I had Carnes add the engine guard (because the term “crash bars” would have scared my mom), a rack, and passenger backrest. No “sissy bar” was installed because, well, “sissy”.

Jim followed suit by purchasing his older brother’s Honda CB350 Scrambler and we started planning a summer trip for 1972. We mapped it out at around 6,000 miles that would take us out to Yellowstone, up into Canada and Banff National Park, over to the Pacific Coast and back down to home. Our kickstands were up in mid-July, me with my girlfriend on the back (for the first week), Jim and I both loaded down with backpacks, a tent, sleeping bags, etc. We could fill a book with the adventures and challenges we faced on that trip (some self-imposed). Perhaps someday we will.

We ran into intense weather nearly every other day. Snow on the Million Dollar Highway in Colorado and torrential rains here and there almost daily. Imagine how spent we were by the time we headed out of the western gate of Yellowstone, particularly Jim, vibra-massaged on his two-cylinder underpowered bike (hence, Honda’s appropriate model name of “Scrambler”). Neither of our bikes were equipped with wind or weather management gear. The storms were all coming down from Canada so we scrapped that loop. Jim headed straight home but I needed to work my way over to the California coast to stop in at Humboldt State University in Arcata so I could see what I needed to be doing to apply there after my sophomore basketball season ended in the Spring of 1973.

We had started out with a six-week plan that allowed us to spend a day or two in a few of the places we rode to and through but the weather pushed us the edge every day for three weeks before we split up.

I made my way down spent a couple of days at Bass Lake visiting my grandparents before finishing up this trip, getting home, and going back to work.

As abbreviated a trip as it was, it was epic for us and something we refer to now 50 years later, as a defining summer for us.


Off into the sunset. Or was that the sunrise? After 50 years, either way works for us.

Faithfully submitted, a near as we remember it,

Jerry White and Jim McClelland

Jerry’s note: In July of 2022 I submitted this the American Motorcyclist Magazine for their monthly section entitled, oddly enough, “Back in the Day”. They never gave me the consideration of a reply and the article hasn’t appeared with lesser entries. Their loss.


Thursday, December 22, 2022

Dear Alice

 

In Appreciation of a Well-Told Story

Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

 

Dear Alice (Camille Tracy),

Thank you for sharing your story with us the other day, I thoroughly enjoyed it. I know the others did as well. It was a very well told story and spot on, as Lewis Carol’s friends might say. You met and made some marvelous friends during your exploration of Wonderland, as well as some unsettling acquaintances, though they were entertaining.

I feel like it might help me express my appreciation if I organize my thoughts along the lines of your adventures.



Adventure 1: Down the Rabbit Hole

Your natural inquisitiveness and adventuresome spirit moved you to follow the White Rabbit (Milo Bustany) down the rabbit hole and into the land of wonder. He turned out to be a pretty decent guide, as forgetful as he was, though I suspect he used that as a device to draw you deeper into Wonderland and eventually home. Clever bunny.

Did you know your trip to and through Wonderland inspired a saying that is widely used? I have employed the saying myself often as I’ve sorted through my mum’s and dad’s stuff? People use it to describe when they follow a thread of thought that takes them into strange and astonishing places. “Down the rabbit hole.”

I particularly loved the way you interacted with everyone, even the mean Queen of Hearts (Reina Fritz). Off with your head? Well now, I say! Even though threatened with losing your noggin, you did not get angry with her, nor anyone else in the story. Perhaps a little flummoxed but really, who wouldn’t in an upside down world? Outstanding. At least she invited you to play croquet and told you what needs to happen before you could return home.

Appropriately enough, you were a bit nervous at the prospect of having your head chopped off, and again appropriately to story, you reacted in wonderment of it all.

The Queen of Hearts has quite a retinue following her about Wonderland and you had the honor of meeting many of them just as you were adjusting to being in a new place. The Queen didn’t seem to go anywhere without her Executioner (Eowyn Bradley) nearby she and appeared to be kept quite busy.

When you first met the Jack of Hearts (Beckett Arthurs) he was carrying the Queen’s crown and following her around. I suspected he was up to something though. You see Alice, the Jack of Hearts used to be called the Knave of Hearts and my friend Webster tells me Knaves are tricky, deceitful fellows. I thought this one would have an unhealthy taste for tarts. He’s a wily sort and came across just so in your story telling quite well.

Adventure 2: The Pool of Tears

In retrospect, it seems that you faced death in most of the adventures you had in Wonderland. Your pool of tears was no different. I mean no disrespect to the Mouse (Karenna Saleh) but she seemed a bit dour with her recitation of the long and sad tale. But I suppose we can cut her some slack since she, like yourself, was swimming for her life in a pool of your tears. It seemed to me that you began to figure out the cost of giving in to your emotions while in dire situations like that.


Adventure 3: Caterpillar on a Mushroom

Your adventure with the Caterpillar (Marilee Larned) on a Mushroom was exotic, or ‘far out’ as we used to say back in my ‘good ole days’. She taught you how to cope in Wonderland, no easy task that. Learning how to change size by nibbling the mushroom and wishing when the time was right was key for you learning to adapt as needed for your upcoming adventures. Really, you couldn’t have gotten through the adventure without this nugget of advice, as none of us can in our own unscripted exploits.




Adventure 4: The House of the Duchess

Visiting the Duchess (Sienna Shaloub), a lady of beauty and grace, was a nose-tingling and clamorous affair – all that pepper flying about! And the poor baby crying only to get spanked. I sneeze often enough without pepper, it would be tempting for me to wrap the Countess’ Cook (Maddie Weber) in cellophane. Her footman (Diego Barolo Teodores), a frog no less, had a surprising view on answering you at the door when he was already outside. I think my eyes swam a bit as he explained it but you handled it admirably.

Adventure 5: Cheshire Cat in the Forest

Ah the Forest, along with the beaches of Santa Barbara (a Wonderland of its own) is a favorite place of mine to walk and contemplate. Yours was a bit eerie – I suppose that was a factor of being in Wonderland proper and fueled, no doubt, by your having fallen asleep at the foot a fine specimen of treedom. It was here that you encountered the Cheshire Cat (Emma Dichard and Lachlan Martinez). I imagine it was vexing and baffling all at once and made all the more so in that spooky local – especially so with a creature that appeared and disappeared at will, all and in part and in outlandish ways.

A smile without a cat? I’ve never seen one either. Sage advice though, to walk long enough to get somewhere. I like long walks so I imagine I’ll end up somewhere sometime. 


Adventure 6: The Mad Tea Party

Madness! At a tea party? One has to wonder what the Wonderland brew contained for there to be a mad tea party. The Mad Hatter (Crash Hawkins - ever such an apt actor’s name for this character) seemed to be in and out of trouble in the Queen’s court though he turned out to be an able ally in getting you home. I think I would enjoy a tea party with the Hatter and his associates. It was fortunate you were in Wonderland in May and the March Hare (Elise Tsoukalas) wasn’t quite so mad as it was back in March. The Dormouse (Maddie Thomas) seemed a sleepy little thing but made for a nice cushion for the Hatter and Hare.

They rushed you off nicely enough to the croquet grounds with excellent directions allowing you to make it in time to keep your head.

Adventure 7: The Royal Croquet Ground

The gardeners you came across in the Queen’s garden were nervous wrecks. I couldn’t imagine how the 2 of Spades (Henry Challen), 5 of Spades (Maddie Weber), and 7 of Spades (Kat Vochovska) would ever get the roses red in time. Alas, they did not. Maybe this speaks ill of me, but I did get a smile out of their predicament – another part of the story that was nicely depicted.

The Queen’s guards, the 8 of Clubs (Josiah Mitchell) and 3 of Clubs (Haylie Preston-Mendoza), were Keystone-Kop comedic. Since the Queen is alive and well, I have to assume they’ve done their job well even if they elicited chuckles from me and my fellow viewers.

You made a solid ally in the person of the King of Hearts (Tristan Fleming) as he took your side when his wife wanted to have you beheaded using your youth {seven and half exactly} as grounds for forgiveness from the Queen. I think if we could look behind the scenes we would see that he was able to save more than a few Wonderland residents from the chopping block. The croquet grounds were nearly as mad as the tea party. In my opinion, flamingos don’t make adequate mallets. And, the game seemed rigged for the Queen of Hearts to win, such is the result of tyranny.

Adventure 8: Mock Turtle on a Stump

As a guide, the Gryphon (Robby Pallad) seemed on good behavior and got you over to see the Mock Turtle (Hanna Henderson), thank goodness; I’m sure you agree. Gryphons can be rather fierce beasts, not to mention overbearing and dismissive as he was of the Mock Turtle’s predicaments. But he rallied while he helped the Turtle tell his story. I found while doing a little research that the Gryphon has an alias – The Bandersnatch and has been described by incident reports as being able to extend its neck and has fearsome jaws. Gives me the shivers to know you survived your encounter so adroitly.

I was elated to see you dance with the turtle and even happier to see her regain her feet from her fall, something not all turtles manage. Truth be told, I rather liked the Turtle.


Adventure 9: Who Stole the Tarts?

In another venue the trial surrounding the theft of tarts would have been a Kangaroo Court, it was a madhouse. Frightening and maddening for you and it seemed all so unnecessary. After all, we knew who stole the tarts, the poem told us. There were anxious moments here but thankfully you escaped. I think it must have been a bit sad for you seeing the King take such a forceful part in prosecuting the spurious charges against you after having been an ally.




Adventure 10: The Red Queen

Escaping the Queen of Hearts and her minions was no easy task and took you to the edge, even into Looking Glass Land. Try as you might, even with the Red Queen’s (Cosi Arthurs) help you weren’t able to make any progress, running twice as fast as you ran might have done the trick but who could have done that when you were already running as fast as you could?

The awesomeness of your story telling was evident as the Red Queen had you read a poem about the Jabberwocky (Robbie Pallad, Zach Jonson, Diego Bartolo Teodores, Ryan Ewart). Though a fiercesome beast, it was nevertheless mystical and stunning in its portrayal and as I said, a highlight of your story telling. Kudos to your Puppetry, Design & Movement (Christina McCarthy) person. Marvelous!

It seemed difficult to quench your thirst in Looking Glass Land, dry biscuits instead of water? It would never work for us. The great thing here was that you received some instruction to move forward toward the Eighth Square, Queendom, and home.

Adventure 11: Tweedledum and Tweedledee

Tweedle Dee (Ryan Ewart) and Tweedle Dum (Zach Johnson) were as entertaining as we could have hoped, more so even. They were a bit more svelte than I recollect from other readings, and quite acrobatic dancers to boot. But there you go, imagination can sometimes be a fickle thing. Twins to the core, these two put on a masterful performance of the ancient poem, if one can consider 1725 as ancient times. Well done to the both of them. They seemed quite popular with the crowd.



Adventure 12: The White Queen

The White Queen (Will Roberts, outrageous and has quite a future – one way or another) was so very different from the Red Queen and yet, complimentary in the extreme. If I had their exchange on video I would watch it frequently and make different notes each time. Rackingly entertaining. It was good for you to learn all about working toward promotion to Queen in order to return home. Key learnings come in all shapes and sizes.

Regarding the White Queen’s habit of living from future to past – I’m not sure I could, or would even want to live that way, with certain exceptions. For one thing, the White Queen made it obvious we can’t avoid the pain of an episode by knowing it in advance. For another, and this is the big one for me, I wouldn’t know the excruciating joy of watching who my children and grandchildren become as their lives unfold before my eyes. It has been a singular experience thus far seeing them become more exceptional each day.

Adventure 13: Humpty Dumpty

Humpty Dumpty (Olivia Miller) provides some sort of object lesson regarding walls and the climbing and sitting thereupon. I may have benefitted by such a lesson as a young boy myself, but too late, I learned it on my own but seem no worse for the wear these decades later. In the end though Humpty gave you just enough warning to evade the Queen of Hearts. It was a costly warning though that tumbled poor Humpty Dumpty. All the King’s horses, all the King’s men…so sad.




Adventure 14: Alice’s Coronation

Fitting for Looking Glass Land, your coronation was Wonderful. Nice speech you gave to all the creatures, whatever they may be.

Post-Curtain Considerations:

I need to do the Futterwacken* in celebration of your storytelling, yours and that of your compatriots, one and all. This brings me to an insight on storytelling that I had while sitting in preparation for the first curtain to rise.

I am convinced that the part each member of the cast and crew plays is integral to the story being told. Each person enhances the experience of the listener, viewer, or reader as the case may be. If one thing were to be changed from the time the ticket is turned in through to the final bow, it would be a different story. And each of us consumes the story with our own imagination engaged, fully or otherwise.

The San Marcos High School Theater ushers (Claye Bouma, Ashton Johnsten, Jaxon Craig, Kai Binder, Josh Duncan, Kaiah Sandoval, and Kaycee Leemhuis) greeted us with smiles as we entered and set a mood of anticipation beautifully. The program the ushers laid on us were Designed (Nels Henderson) just right, and oh so helpful to me writing this. I suppose this program would not have been as exact and fun without an artistic Copy Illustrator (Will Roberts). The Front of House (Callie Hensman Ralls) was managed nicely, thank you.

Without the crew and set construction people, the story would have been done in the dark, we couldn’t have heard a thing, and poor Alice would have been sitting on an empty stage.

The Stage Manager (Lila Clarke) worked her magic along with the Crew Chief (Evelyn Van Bogelen) who had the Run Crew (Calvin Bustany, Shane Johnson, Eden Miranda, Mia Hernandez, Diana Ybarra Bribiesca, Roman Trovato, and Karina Castillo) perfectly synchronized. I never noticed a dropped set piece or missed cue. Now these folks took the direction and design from higher powers; Technical Direction & Set Design (Nolan McCarthy) and Lighting Design & Set Design (Jonathan Mitchell).

The sound for the production was flawless and a masterful operation of the Soundboard Operators (Xanthe Bodnar and Fia Torrey). I heard every line just right.

Let’s face it, without Construction Assistance (Roman Trovato and Evelyn Van Bogelen) the design would have been nothing but imagination and they wouldn’t have been up to the task without Construction Training (Ben Ewart).


The lighting for this production was astounding and a thing of beauty. The Lightboard Operator (Teya Cornelius) was spot on, pun intended. And her bio is what inspired me to write this tale of storytelling and I deeply appreciate it. I haven’t had the heart for writing as much as I would like and this has been fun.




Your Fly System Operator (Caden Semenza)? Truly awesome. I don’t recall one sandbag falling on any actor or run crew member. And yes, I had to research what a Fly System Operator is. I’d imagined some maniac running around behind the scenes with a fly swatter.

Every prop was in proper position and condition thanks to the Props Mistress (Megan Dalke). The costuming was fabulous due to the masterful efforts of the Costume Crew (Isabelle Chabinyc and Valentina Thomas) implementing the great scheme of the Costume Designer (Renee Levey) and her sidekick, Assistant Costumer (Hanna Chilton).

I don’t imagine we’d have made it to the play at all without the School Assemblies PR (Alexis Henderson) being done just right, might not have known about this fine storytelling opportunity. And I suppose the production might have gotten closed down were it not for expert Grant Management (Gary Gemberling).

Photography (Jeff Aquilon) is important in ways that may never been seen during the performance itself but it is appreciated all the more for memories and PR. And this production is well worth remembering, I know I will remember it well.

I loved the movement of all on stage, the dances, the seamless integration of characters moving about the stage and this would not have taken place without Additional Movement (Katie Hahka). It was a magical performance from the opening of the doors through each adventure, change of lighting, and sound adjustment. Magic of this sort is the best and must be coordinated (Isaac Lewis, Magic Coordinator).

Now you might be thinking I left the most important person out or put her last and least. Not so. If you printed this piece out and taped it to a wall you would see that this paragraph is at the bottom or the foundation. The foundation of a good story told on stage like this is the Director (Shannon Saleh). I imagine the weight of the entire enterprise rested on the director’s shoulders at some point in time. It was done with class and grace.

I believe I have covered everyone from the Production Staff, Crew and Set Construction, and Cast and that is because this story could not have been told as it was without every last one of them. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Well done.

Thank you,

 Opa

jj white (Opa, a part I play that I wouldn’t give up for the world)

 

* The Futterwacken is the name on a dance for which The Mad Hatter is well-known to perform in moments of great joy and celebration.



Saturday, September 3, 2022

Dear Jordan - 2022 RTTF

 


Dear Jordan,

You were prepared to pay the ultimate price in the service of your country - our country. I admire you for that. In many respects, the price you’ve paid, and continue to pay on a daily basis, is steeper still than you were prepared for. Every day you put down a deposit that most of us will never consider making.

However, judging from what I’ve read about you so far and heard you speak of in the Ride to the Flags (RTTF) video, you are squeezing every benefit you can manage from surviving a horrendous Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI), the loss of a leg, and the loss of much of the use of your right arm: you have a wife and two kids who are amazing in and of themselves and more so with you at their side; you are waging a continued fight for your wounded comrades and speaking on their behalf; you are a better father, husband, and friend (your words).

It’s funny though – from the perspective on old unpaid writer, your benefits look like a lot of work. I admire you for that.

It will be my honor to ride for you on 9/11 in the RTTF. I’ve been stirred by the 9/11 commemoration at Naval Base Ventura County - Pt. Mugu in the past and getting to know you through the various media sources will make it that much more poignant for me. Thank you.

Speaking of ‘thank you’, I don’t think I can find sufficient ways to say it for the amount of sacrifice you are making. I guess I will just need to keep trying, keep praying, and keep looking – looking for the opportunity to thank you and your comrades.

Keep the iron side up.

Respectfully submitted,

Jerry ‘Shakespeare’ White

Iron Side Up Riders fundraising page: 

https://ridetotheflags.funraise.org/team/iron-side-up-riders

EOD2 Jordan Stevenson video: 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T7DWSo3_1Es

Monday, June 13, 2022

Prime Ride

 

Can't quite get myself to call this bunch the 'Dirty Dozen' but this is us

My first group ride in what seemed like ages was set for June 5, 2022*. Home to Buellton and back, hosted by Jed and Sue with a visit with others for lunch. (I didn’t know who all would be there when I started) I set out a little early for the meet point just off Golden Valley Road and was on my own for the first twenty miles. The weather was excellent and boded well for the ride up. Prime number = 1.

Jed and Sue arrived at the pumps just as I was topping off. Warm greetings were exchanged in the cool of the morning. The days since we last rode together had rushed by like the Rogue River on a storm-swollen day. They are a joy to ride with and Jed always sets a great pace on a well-chosen route. Before mounting up he laid out our route for the morning run – over Newhall Ranch Road to Highway 126, through the agricultural area and Fillmore and Santa Paula to Highway 101 and on up the coast to Buellton. I love this section of the Pacific Coast Highway and travel it often to see my daughter’s family. I waved to them just after passing their offramp in Santa Barbara; pretty sure they didn’t see us flash by. The weather held perfectly; the traffic was agreeable for us but not so much the southbound traffic. Prime number = 3.

We arrived at Flying Flags RV Resort (that’s code for glamping) right around 10:30 a.m. and we were able to locate Tim and Bev’s nifty trailer to park our Victories behind it. Another long overdue series of hugs ensued. I miss these guys. We availed ourselves of a key resort facility and hung out for a little while hoping for the next pair to join us. During the wait I was gifted two excellent journals from Bev, a gift I felt was from all of them. I put my new “Sin City – Victory Motorcycle Club, 20th Annual National Meet Journal to work right away for this posting, pen and journal helping me keep the momentum up for me getting back. Prime number = 5.

We didn’t have to wait long for Kevin and Jeanie to join us as they pulled into the space next to the trailer, Kevin on his Victory Vision, Jeanie on her touring Cam-Am. They were packed and ready for a stay at a hotel within walking distance of the RV resort. More hugs and more catching up. I love it! Their ride over from Bakersfield over Highway 166 and south on the 101 was a bit more congested than our ride in but was nevertheless appreciated. Prime number = 7.

We ambled over to find Karen and Keith and were joined by Karen’s mother, Norma and thus ended my theme of prime numbers but I wasn’t about to be the one to tell her she couldn't hang out with us and I wasn't willing to stand apart. Norma and I were the only unattached attendees and made our number eight when she joined our stroll. Nevertheless, it was prime time for friendship. Norma fit in the group like a glove and I found myself calling her ‘mom’ like everyone else.

We arrived at Karen and Keith’s space and I found myself touring the most luxurious motorhome I’d ever been in. Slide outs for the length of the RV made it spacious and I was informed that the group, as assembled just then, had broken it in with style and grace with a dance. I’m reserving my own assessment on the grace until I have a chance to see them in action. I made two new friends here in Calvin and Lisa though our interaction was limited. And then we were a dozen.

Lunch for our group of twelve was at Firestone Walker, a brewery/restaurant. The food was excellent and conversations even better. I had a nice corner seat that allowed me one of my favorite pastimes, watching people loving being with each other. An observation worth mentioning is that three of the five couples were made up of a husband and wife who had each lost a spouse. Love had found a way, several times over and in my estimation included the other two couples. I will attest that each of these five relationships are made up of people with large hearts capable of holding on to memories of lost loves and still able to hold on to the one found – without remorse and likely made all the stronger. I’ve seen it and written about it for them in the past. I was honored to be there and watch it happen and honored to watch it continue. Thank you, friends.

Now, I need to make a confession here. I know one of the other two couples are holding fast to second (and third chances) but I don’t quite know about my ride-mates for the day and I am flummoxed that wouldn't know them down to the day they wed. But, I love researching my stories…

Our ride home was more eventful than anybody ever wants.

We stayed off of the PCH and thus missed the southbound grind above and into Ventura. Jed had us winding through foothills and canyons, twisting and turning and loving nearly every moment. Our route back was on Hwy 246 through Solvang with its smorgasbords on to Hwy 154 taking us by Lake Cachuma on to Hwy 192 through the foothills above Santa Barbara to Hwy 150 through Ojai where we fueled up to continue down to Santa Paula and on home.

The downer was along Hwy 192 (I think). We were in a long string on vehicles on the two-lane highway with a long string of cars heading the opposite direction as well. I spotted a deer grazing at the edge of the highway on our side. Just as I was passing a signal to the following cars the deer picked her head up and stepped in front of Jed. Jed swerved and narrowly (within inches) missed the deer who leapt to clear Jed but directly into an unsuspecting oncoming car. Sue swerved further to the right to miss the poor beast while I moved on to the shoulder in case the car who struck the deer lost control. It was over in a flash.

By the time we fueled up in Ojai the adrenalin rush was over and we were spent. We related the event to each other from our various perspectives and splashed down some Gatroade. We headed home somewhat heavy hearted. This was a sobering part of our day, an event that brings a harsh reminder that when we ride we have to be ever vigilant.

Ride safe and keep the iron side up. And for God’s sake, keep your big hearts open and love.

Jerry ‘Shakespeare’ White

* Jed, Sue, and I actually got together for a short ride on 2/27/22 to Ojai for lunch.