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I know it's been awhile but I've been busy (writers block!!) and considering I'm not a writer you can see how perplexing this is. Well I was doing some research for the problem we're having with the idiots opposing the Super ferry here in the islands. I found a great article that pretty much covers what I wanted to say.... Oh BTW California , thanks for sending your problems to our island. Unperplexing Opposition to the Hawaii Superferry Special from Hawaii Free Press By Andrew Walden, 3/27/2007 2:37:44 PM First it is lawsuits blocking the U.S. Navy’s use of sonar during RimPac. Then it is an attempt to prevent the Army from training its new Stryker Brigade on the Big Island. More recently it is efforts to demand that the Hawaii Superferry complete an environmental impact statement prior to launching inter-island ferry operations. As Pacific Business News editorialized January 12, the Superferry opposition and obstruction, “continues to perplex us as yet another g...

In a number of carefully controled trials, scientists have demonstrated that if we drink 1 liter (There's that French thing again) of water a day, at the end of the year we would have absorbed more then 1 kilo (French) of Escherichia coli (E. coli) bacteria found in feces. In other words, we are consuming 1 kilo of Poop. However, we do not run that risk when drinking wine (or rum,whiskey, beer, or other liquor) because alcohol has to go through a purification process of boiling, filtering and /or fermenting. Remember: Water = Poop Wine = Health Therefore, it's better to drink wine and talk stupid, then to drink water and be full of shit. There's no need to thank me for this valuable information; I'm doing it as a public service. Aloha...kaha

The Good, Bad and the Ugly France (1786) ( France wants to be the center of the universe, as usual ) When the French Revolution came around, a bunch of French intellectuals ( oxymoron ) were sitting around “DOING” measurements. These intellectual types aren’t sitting in labs or making things, they’re just drinking wine and looking at measurements. At the time it was decided that the metre ( French spelling ) should be one Ten Millionth the measure of the distance from the equator to the North Pole along the Paris meridian. Baa! Baa! Baa! In order to reinforce their theory on where the center of the universe is located, they made a metal pole called the “Official Meter Rod” (The pole was made with platinum-iridium alloy with two hairline markings indicating the length of the official meter, when the pole is at 0 deg. Celsius) ( A lot of wine went into the creation of this pole ) About the time the French adopted the Metric System, sentiment in the US was pro-F...

Nothing is more frustrating than the feeling that every time I fill-up the tank, I am sending my money to people who are trying to kill me, my family, and my friends. I thought it might be interesting for you to know which oil companies are the best to buy gas from and which major companies import Middle Eastern oil. These companies import Middle Eastern oil : Shell............................ 205,742,000 barrels Chevron/Texaco......... 144,332,000 barrels Exxon /Mobil............... 130,082,000 barrels Marathon/Speedway... 117,740,000 barrels Amoco............................62,231,000 barrels Citgo........................from South America , from a Dictator who hates Americans If you do the math at $30/barrel, these imports amount to over $18 BILLION! (oil is now $55-$60 a barrel) Here are some large companies that do not import Middle Eastern oil: Sunoco...................0 barrels Conoco..................0 barrels Sinclair.................0 barrels BP/Phillips.........

Here are some rules to think about: Rule 1: Life is not fair - get used to it! Rule 2: The world won't care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself. Rule 3: You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won't be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both. Rule 4: If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss. Rule 5: Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents called it opportunity. Rule 6: If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault, learn from your mistakes. Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation, try delousing the closet in your own room. Rule 8: Your s...

Hate monger, racist, Mexican hater, selfish .... blaa, blaa, blaa. I think I've covered most of it. Here's my thoughts on the people crossing our borders. If you come into my country without being asked ( that's illegal ) then you've broken our laws. I don't care if you are starving to death in your country. The simple fact is you are a criminal and should be deported back to where you came from. ( and take your family and your little dog with you ) Do it the right way and I'll meet you at the border to welcome you here. But the illegal aliens help our economy by taking the jobs Americans won't take...( bull!!!! ) Google “Del Monte raid in Oregon”; 167 illegal aliens were arrested and the next day hundreds of legal people were signing up for the jobs. Americans will perform any legal job necessary to support themselves and their families. As an illustration, recently 70 US citizens were dismissed from an Alabama construction site by a foreman who said the...

After almost 7000 miles, butt and backache's Grabber, Pixie and I have completed “THE RIDE”. What an experience it was, to do it again I would have to be 20 years younger and in an RV. The reason for this ride offset the pain of the ride, we have a lot of stories and memories that will be ours forever. So now what do I do with the blog?, I have given this a lot of thought and figure sense the name of the blog is “Kaha's World” I'll just bore the remaining readers ( all two of you ) with whatever comes to my attention. Here's a little insight, I frequently change my mind on things as the world around me changes. ( for those of you who have had any interchange with yours truly...duh!! ) what this will allow me to do is talk about just about anything. So thats it in a nut shell, if you no longer follow the blog then thanks for hanging out Grabber and I wish you well. If you just check back periodically you might find something of interest. Aloha...kaha

I originally thought I would write something to thank the people who were responsible for the support of the entire trip. Grabber and I were sitting by the pool at Tom and Deb's house ( everyone in California has a pool ) when she turned to me and said “you really have nice friends”. After thinking about it, I couldn't come up with a reason why I had such great friends....( not fishing for a compliment here ). So now I have to think about what worth I have that would keep these people close for all of those years. I have always considered myself to be a lone wolf, and yet if you think about it as long as you have one friend you are never truly alone. So I guess I'll have ponder this question, but the reality is it can only be answered by my friends. Here's the original post: There comes a time in everyone's life when they take stock of the things that are important; sometimes it's early in life ( if you are lucky ) but most times it's later and you r...

A few miles outside Montgomery, Alabama on the road to Selma is a old gas station with a small brick house next to it. Grabber, Pixie and I stopped for gas and to rest our okole's (that's butt for the non-Hawaiian) anyway once I finished fueling I noticed an old black women sitting in a rocker on the porch of the small brick house. I waved and said hello, she replied with hello I felt compelled to walk over and talk to her, so Grabber, Pixie and I walked over. I introduced all of us and she said her name was Maybelle Preston, but everyone just called her Auntie Mae. She said she was eighty five years old, as she put it: The good Lord has blessed me with eighty five years on this old earth”, but looked a lot older. As we sat there she talked about her life, she had six children two of which had died at an early age. The four remaining children lived up north one daughter and three boys. As she spoke of her kids you could see her face light up, she spoke of the good life that...

Well, it's official; everyone has a biker name. As you know, Peggy's is “Grabber” and mine is “Two Stop”, then there is Klaus. I have been calling him the ”The Hun”, but now he has earned the biker name of “PIXIE”. I more than likely won't go into details on how I got my biker name, but will go into great detail on “PIXIE” almost to ( Ad nauseam ). So how did Pixie get the name? I refer you to the picture below: In the real biker world, these are not riding boots, and if you look closely at the toes they kind of curl up.... These are the latest in Europe..... BUT you're not in Europe anymore( Dorothy ). He looks like a big genie riding a Harley. I did find two women in a small Texas town that thought they were cute (I rest my case). They remind me of the Arabian nights Genie, but I'll let you people make an input if you think these are real biker boots. BTW... we are currently in Van Horn ,TX a very small town and if you have nothing else to do with your lif...

Ok, left louisania and ran hard into Texas we are spending the night in Eastland, TX at a Super 8.. I will be posting some longer inputs soon. So far the run has been under overcast skies which makes it easier on all of us... I'm hoping it stays the same.... Aloha...kaha

Another public service ..... the last few days I haven't had the bandwidth to post the whole post. or something like that, anyway we're currently in Alabama and trying to figure out how to avoid the coming rain....will keep everyone posted.. Aloha...kaha

Today I fulfilled a promise made 40 years ago and put to rest an old friend... and several dragons. The day was somber and the walk to the wall was inspiring. I'm amazed of all the people that were at the wall, they came in all colors and sizes. Mom's, Dad's, Brother's, Sisters all of them with one purpose, to pay respects to the fallen. People would come up to me and welcome me home with a hug and a smile and thank me for my service. It gives you such a warm feeling knowing that someone really cares. The “Run for the Wall people ( that includes Grabber and I ) posed for the regular picture on the steps of the Lincoln memorial and then it was mission complete. I don't know if I will ever see these people again but the camaraderie we shared across the country will be remembered the rest of my life. MISSION COMPLETE!!!!!! Well Grabber and I were going to do Rolling Thunder but after spending the afternoon in the hot sun we thought it better to just buy the pins ...

Well we're not in Kansas any more Dorothy. Matter of fact, I think we're two states over. We left the group and decided to run in front. It makes it a lot less stressful. One of the reasons I haven't posted is there hasn't been anything going on in the states we've passed through. Having said that I did realize that most of these states have a particular smell to them. Take Kansas, as you enter through the I-70 highway you get a strong smell of cow dung ( Grabber had me clean up this part ) and she reminded me that this area of Kansas makes methane. Passing into Missouri it smells like chicken manure and Indiana smells like pig manure. BUT when we got to Kentucky it smells like bluegrass and horses ( Grabber wants to move there, except for the snow ). Well, the run today was short and we got to Lewisburg, WV around 11:00am, several hours before the pack. Had lunch and Grabber and I cleaned the bike then took a ride into the country....GREAT RIDE. Note: “...

This is a quick post to let you know that it will be a few days until the next one.... the reason is last night I only had one small bar on the phone, tonight I only have one room plug and poor phone connection... I will get back on it as soon as possible... Aloha...k

Ok, it's been a few days since the last post but I been busy trying to survive. From a crazed woman hitting me with a red mustang convertible to almost dying in the desert ( it was for real ) it's been a very trying last few days. On the upside, I'm alive and well ( had the Needles, CA emergency hospital jam three quarts of fluid in my arm ) When they say to drink plenty of water they mean plenty of water . I would like to modify that to drink plenty of Gatorade. ( electrolytes, for the nurses that are reading this blog ) Here I was driving down the desert road with several hundred other bikers when my vision started to go ( a very bright light, ...ok not “ that bright light ” ) I managed to drop out of line and pull over to the side of the road, park the bike and have Grabber ( Peggy, in case you forgot ) get off before I passed out cold ( in this case hot ). Freaked her out because no one stopped, all of the other bikers and road guards just kept going. Thank the God...

Well, we're off and running. Thanks to Tom and Yolie Miller who kept us in their loving arms for two days ( alright ...wait a minute we're BIKERS, cut that cutie, sing kumbaya stuff!! yick/yak ). Anyway, we left San Diego in overcast skies and 58 deg. ( Grabber and I were ready to come home ). The first 60 miles was very Seattle like gloom and doom mixed with a sprinkle of mist just to let us know we're not in control of the weather. Fearless leader Klaus was directing us north to LA. Now I thought we were just going up I-15 ( I was at the riders meeting- breakfast at Dennys) so we were a little shocked when Fearless Leader left the freeway for hwy 215. For those of you who don't have a clue what freeways we're talking about, the main issue is Klaus was lost and we didn't figure it out for 20 miles. It was shortly after my asking him “HEY!!!” ( you have to yell loudly motorcycle to motorcycle ) where are you going....needless to say we finally mutinied and...

For the love of a GPS Well, we got here...San Diego. Grabber, I and Klaus managed to up grade to 1 st class ( for mileage not cash ). The problem with that it's not like your daddy's first class. The airlines in their pursuit of the all mighty dollar made the spacing between the seats just about the same as the cattle car in the back of the plane... so what do I get for my upgrade?? a small glass of champagne, a bag of nuts and a smile. I shouldn't bad mouth it too much; we got the greatest little hand-held DVD players to watch movies. Once again taking away the opportunity to practice my social skills ( ya, like I really have any ) But the trip went well and upon arrival we rented a car and headed to our first overnight place before we pick up the bikes. This gets me to my original thoughts...” GPSs” I have a hand held ( GARMIN..product placement here ) and so when the girl behind the counter ( rental car ) asked if I needed a map I naturally said “no thank you, I ...

Well... It's official Peggy has a “biker name”, I want to thank all that participated and want to let everyone know that each entry was painstakingly reviewed and discussed. As it should be, she picked a name with a history and a story. So what is the name you ask????? "GRABBER" A fitter name will never grace the asphalt of bikerdom, the story of this name will be told far and beyond. This truly is how legends are born. ( Ok so I got carried away, but its still a cool name ) Note: those of you who have a problem keeping your mind clean ( dave ) the story is very cute. If there is enough interest for the story I will ask her to put it to print ( for the unenlightened posted it to the blog ). To date things are ready to go , we fly out Sunday the 13 th and start the adventure. Again, I will try to keep everyone posted as to what we are up to and take pictures. I still haven't b...

What a great term… I first learned this term while in the Navy, Household pack-out, Squadron pack-out, Barracks pack-out. So you would think I pretty much have a handle on this…. Mmmmmm!!!!!! The good people at “run for the wall” were thoughtful enough to have a suggested list of things people should take on the ride. A list of 50 items including “ 1 motorcycle” ( I think this was here for humor…or I hope so ) anyway I went through the list and checked off the things that were important ( motorcycle ) to the things I didn’t think were needed ( underwear, after all we are bikers !!! ) First off when putting things together for a trip it’s important to separate items from what is actually needed ( motorcycle, again ) from what would be nice ( blankets, pillows, pots and pans etc… ). So I have gathered together all the things I will need to survive on the open road of America , keeping in mind the theme “camping” ( the reality… days Inn ) Once again the wisdom of my bride pre...

Ok try this for a while, I know it won't win any awards but it is a little entertaining. It's a little long in tooth but its something to read until I can post. I'm still trying to get video to load....so standby.... A Sarcastic & Satirical Poem by Todd8080 Bikers are a subculture, you might have heard folks say. But how’s a man to join this clan? Must he ride every day? Is there a special set of rules that helps define the rider? And how long is this journey to becoming an insider? Does one just go and buy a bike to claim their rightful place? To get there will you need long hair and whiskers on your face? Well, take heart, it’s your lucky day. I’m here to set you straight. Just play it smart and act the part, then you won’t have to wait. No dues to pay (unless you count the fortune you’ll be spending). No greasy hands or club demands, it’s all done with pretending. See, preparation’s paramount to taking o...