Friday, June 29, 2007

Another Public service announcement

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............0 barrels
Hess.......................0 barrels
ARC0....................0 barrels

All of this information is available from the Department of Energy
and each is required to state where they get their oil and how much
they are importing.


Monday, June 25, 2007

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 school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they'll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.

Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do that on your own time.

Rule 10: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.

Rule 11: Be nice to Nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one.


Tuesday, June 19, 2007

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 dismissal was “because the Mexicans had arrived”. Linda Swopes, who operates Complete Employment Services in Mobile, AL said: “I assure you it is not true that Americans don't want to work. We had been told that 270 jobs might be available, and we could have filled every one of them with men from this area, most of whom lost their jobs because of the hurricane.” The identified Mexican illegal immigrant workers were simply willing to work for less money than were US citizens.

Illegal immigrants to the US cost the country at least $10 billion more than they contribute to the economy. The CIS (Center for Immigration Studies) advises that if amnesty is put into place, these costs to the American economy (and the American taxpayer) will triple. The average illegal immigrant family uses $2,700/year more in services than it pays in taxes. In 2002, this amounted to a $10.4 billion drain on the federal budget. Some of the greatest federal costs included: Medicaid ($2.5 billion); treatment for the uninsured ($2.2 billion); food assistance programs ($1.9 billion); the federal prison and court systems ($1.6 billion); and federal aid to schools ($1.4 billion). In 2006 26 billion dollars went back to Mexico, we are that country's greatest resource, now you know why Mexico won’t stop the border crossings.

From the L.A. Times and Rice University’s Professor Donald Huddle: “Less than 2% of illegal aliens are picking our crops but 29% are on welfare.” And as far back as 1997, according to Huddle, the cost of illegal immigration to the American taxpayer was a net (after subtracting taxes immigrants pay) $69 Billion.

So lets be real here, if it was people coming across the border with guns (which is happening) the public (you and I) would be up in arms (pun!!) but if its families then we become heartless and mean, our own elected idiots are saying the same thing. Some would say we can't deport 12 million people, again bull!!! My country fought a war on two fronts and won, we can do this. Besides if you deport only 1 million the rest will get the idea and leave, but they know (by our past actions) if they wait long enough then we'll give them citizenship.

So this is my position: close the borders first then we'll talk about who is here illegally. Don't promise to close it later, because you (congress) have made promises before and broken all of them(remember the fence). The republicans didn't learn a lesson the last election and I see the democrats haven't either.

If you have a problem with congress passing the current bill (first off “READ IT) then call your rep., and complain.

If not then teach your kids another language - it will make them popular in our new Banana Republic.

Aloha... kaha

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

End of the Ride

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.


Saturday, June 9, 2007


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 really can't change anything.

Aside from doing the biker thing and having fun (sitting on a HOT motorcycle 12hrs a day), I've had the opportunity to reflect on what I consider important. The normal answer to this would be of course Grabber, the kat, the horse, etc... but I want to take this a little beyond that.

Friends; who are they? and how do we define them? There was a time in my life when I counted my friends on the fingers of one hand; this was based on what they would or could do for me.

I now can still count them on several hands (and perhaps a foot) but base it on what we share and how I can respect and cherish them.

You probably think I've finally gone off the deep end (close, but not really, this is supposed to be about biker stuff) well, I haven't (well, I don't think I have) I use one very basic set of rules when I judge someone to be a friend.

  1. Loyalty: above all else this I value the most, I expect my friends to be loyal no matter what happens, or until I have not been true to them.

  2. Forgiving: Everyone knows I'm not perfect, a good friend will always be forgiving.

That's simple and straight forward, but you will be surprised how people will complicate friendship.

Now, you ask (if you haven't fallen asleep) what the hell is he talking about.

Kat Reilly

James, Lisa and Sloane

Tom and Sara

Tom and Yolie

Klaus and Sherrie

Stu and Roberta

Tom and Deb

Chuck and Dorothy

NOTE: These name are not in any particular order.

These are the people that have taken us to their hearts and have given me their friendship over the years, something that I will always respect and value. They opened their homes and hearts to Grabber, The Hun and I and we will never forget the wonderful treatment given us.

If you didn't make the list, don't worry. I was just referring to the people involved in the run. (so, navy davy don't take have a t-shirt coming)

So when you have a moment, stop and think about how you judge someone to be a friend and then look over who you consider friends. You might be surprised who really fits the list. I have and I can think of no truer friends than I now have.

Aloha...kaha (two stop)

Thursday, June 7, 2007

Auntie Mae

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 her children were living. She was very proud of each of them completing college and marrying and having a family. She had worked all of her life as a housekeeper to put her children through school. She talked of her grand kids and how they came to visit every summer. I ask her why she wasn't living with one of them, and she said her place was here. “I've done what my life is suppose to be, and now I'm just waiting here for the good lord to come take me home”.

Grabber, Pixie and I spent the rest of the hour just listening to Auntie Mae, I could have spent the day. She told us she marched along side Dr. Martin Luther King when he made that famous walk from Montgomery to Selma Alabama. She was a living bit of history just sitting right there with us.

Our time was just too short, we had to get riding, we said our goodbyes and rode away thinking we were just a little more blessed then before.

The next time you come across a Kupuna (Elder) stop and talk to them, you might be surprised what they have to say... we were.

Aloha... kaha (two stop)

Saturday, June 2, 2007


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 life and fall out of an plane and land here, go to "chuy's" it's about the best Mexican food on the planet.

Aloha...kaha (two stop)

Friday, June 1, 2007

Just another public service

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....