Gravel

These past two days have had their own running soundtrack. Just one song stuck on repeat in my head every time I start up the moto.

I hear the sound of your bike

As the wheels hit the gravel

Then the engine in the driveway cutting off

And I pushed through the screen door

And stood out on the porch

Thinking fight fight fight at all costs.

But instead I let you in 

Just like I've always done

And sat you down and offered you a beer.

And across the kitchen table

I fired several rounds

But you were still sitting there when the smoke cleared.

And you came crawling back to say

That you want to make good in the end.

And oh oh let me count the ways

I abhor you.

Not the best of ideas, I suppose. My Mom and Dad hate it. My father mentioned that we got in a big screaming match when I told him I was going to get a motorcycle. When I was four. It only took 31 years. My wife disapproves but hasn't said much other than not to get dead. At the same time, using the moto to commute a bit here and there will save a ton on gas costs.

All I need is my leather

One t-shirt and two socks.

I'll keep my hands warm in your pockets

And we can use the engine block.

We'll ride out to California

With my arms around your chest

And I'll pretend this is real

'Cause this is what I like best.

And you've been juggling two women

Like a stupid circus clown,

Telling us both we are the one.

And maybe you can keep me

From ever being happy

But you're not going to stop me from having fun.

So let's go before I change my mind

I'll leave the luggage of all your lies behind

'Cause I am bigger than everything thing that came before.

And you were never very kind

And you let me way down every time

But oh oh what can I say

I adore you.

Mind you, this is not my moto. My brother in law bought it from a buddy of mine and then Sam promptly took off, leaving the moto in our garage. Honda 1975 400 Super Sport. And boy-oh-boy is it lots of fun.

I promise to be careful, I really do. The moment I am no longer scared out of my mind, the moment I start thinking that car sees me, I'm putting it away.

Thanks to Ani Difranco for the running soundtrack as of late!

Conversations

This is the way conversations typically go in my car.

Welcome Winslow Asano Mukai

We are so excited to introduce this new child into our lives.

Winslow Asano Mukai was born June 12, 2011 at 9:18 AM. What a wonderful way to meet this little guy and Hope lucked out with a very short labor before Winn was born.

Little Winslow, you need to know your name carries great meaning. You get to carry on my wife's family name. And just as you carry her name forward into the next generation, you are resurrecting another family name as well. Your great-great-great grandfather was an Asano in Japan. He was adopted by the Mukai family to carry their name on since your adoptive family had no male heirs. 

Thank you for joining us here, we already love you so much!