Rita Coombs, surviving widow of Dave Coombs Sr. and mother of Davey Coombs of RacerX and MX Sports, was robbed on Thursday June 18 between 3:30 and 5:30 am. Mrs. Coombs was asleep upstairs in the home at the time.

The useless dickheads who robbed the house were captured on security cameras. Please see the security cam videos here and help the Coombs family put these douchebags in jail.

I have a GPS unit (Garmin Zumo 450) that I use on my street bike, but for some reason it never occurred to me that you would use one on a dirt bike. Maybe because I live on the east coast and don’t go trail riding anywhere I’m likely to get lost… But there are trail areas in national parks in this half of the country that are certainly big enough to get lost in.

I came across this GPS and Dirt Bikes post over at the Dirt Bike Blogger. There’s a lot of good info, but the most interesting thing to me was this part about geocaching:

A GPS unit will also allow you to participate in geocaching – a great addition to trail riding. Geocaching is basically a high-tech treasure hunt. Caches are hidden and listed on the Internet (try Geocaching.com) with only their coordinates and sometimes additional clues. The caches generally include a logbook and pencil to record visitors, and tokens or prizes that can be traded.

The author also discusses using the GPS and some additional software to map your own trails, and build your own maps. If you’re interested in such things have a look at the whole article.

1950-cars-shirtThere is an excellent article by P.J. O’Rourke, titled “The End of Our Love Affair with Cars,” out Saturday in the Wall Street Journal Online Edition. In his inimitable style, O’Rourke takes us back to the heyday of the automobile and, painfully, recounts the torturous path to modern bankruptcy. The path paved with political correctness for it’s own sake, with banality and bureaucrats and government mandates that don’t for a minute have anything to do with actually making our lives better.

I don’t believe the pointy-heads give a damn about climate change or gas mileage, much less about whether I survive a head-on with one of their tax-sucking mass-transit projects. All they want to is to make me hate my car. How proud and handsome would Bucephalas look, or Traveler or Rachel Alexandra, with seat and shoulder belts, air bags, 5-mph bumpers and a maze of pollution-control equipment under the tail?

And there’s the end of the American automobile industry. When it comes to dull, practical, ugly things that bore and annoy me, Japanese things cost less and the cup holders are more conveniently located.

We are witnessing an end to American idealism and individualism — and perversely this is all in the name of diversity. Even Pravda laments the loss of American freedoms in the face of this bureaucratic socialist onslaught that is taking our land, our cars, and our motorcycles:

It must be said, that like the breaking of a great dam, the American decent into Marxism is happening with breath taking speed, against the back drop of a passive, hapless sheeple, excuse me dear reader, I meant people.

Never before have we seen the level of government meddling we witness now on a daily basis. No pursuit is too small to be regulated for our own good — see this article on Federal regulation of garage sales. Yes, our love of the automobile is dead, and there are millions of people in this country — people who lack imagination, guts, character, honesty, and integrity — who are glad to see it go.

But I am not one of those people. I am not one who is happy to see honest Americans barred from our own public lands. I am not one who is happy to see an overgrown toy regulation agency given total control over motorcycles. I am not one who wants to see a President who has never held an honest job now guiding an entire industry with the help of a cadre of unelected buffoons.

But that is what we have. As O’Rourke says, it’s time to put a bullet in the V-8.