trent reker/misteradiant/that a**hole you know as the mad editor of this blog has been thinking, praying, meditating, drinking beer, realizing it's harder to understand the cosmos when drunk, and awoke with a conclusion on this anniversary when our founders signed the declaration of independence and told england, their banks and their corporations to go f*** themselves.
bikerMetric is over as you know it.
what does that mean? it means i do not care to spend most of my time here any longer. this is post #1296. that's 42 posts every month for the past 31.5 months. it has consumed me and i must step back.
i'd rather be at one of my antique portable typewriters drinking my patented bathtub-stirred buttmunch gargle juice, writing novels, stories, poetry, and not being stressed that i have to get a post up right now for some who care and others who rip me off without mention.
i want more BJs, and writing freely inspires me. the woman who gives the best BJs ever and says i've been most happy at my typewriter, sipping an adult beverage, being the poet. she is right. this biker blog no longer brings me pleasure.
bikerMetric vs. BJs. guess which one wins.
she wrote last night, "Trent, I know the only way you will really be happy is sitting in front of a typewriter, drinking your butt munch, taking a xanax, f***ing me whenever you want, collecting money from an online webstore you barely have to look at save for 10 hours a week, learning to weld while I go to school... It will all work out."
this blog has become a job and considering what i've made doing it, it's averaged about $130 a month (not including 3k in donated parts for my currently in pieces xs chop). i often work seven days a week, 12 hours a day. they pay indonesian sneaker slave makers more than i make writing and researching for this custom metric motorcycle blog, which is merely a niche because it isn't mediocre. it's radical. it isn't a circle jerk for wealthy and connected art directors. it's complicated with a cult following, and it will never grow past the 65k viewers a month it received in the spring of 2011, after i had worked over 450 hours a month for 18 straight months.
six months ago i began to cut back and guess what? it does not matter if i post 50 times a month or 25. the same number of people visit.
today is indepencence day. i am free now.
freedom means more new orleans. more poetry. more short stories. i may start a new novel. freedom is more time for a lot of kinky sex. more time to design custom motorcycle parts to sell on REKEDGE INDUSTRIES. more strippers. more bondage. more home-made scented candles made by the woman who inexplicably loves me/the ho. more time to go to school and learn to weld. more waking with a smile. two more rescued dogs.
maybe i'll buy some screenprinting stuff and make my own t-shirts.
when my bike is ready and i am riding it, you'll know. i'll post it here.
for those who have become my friends through this endeavor, i am not killing bM and i hope we remain friends. i enjoy the phone conversations and emails with you all. ultimately, i've had to examine my life and in doing so i've realized this is simply too time-consuming to work on every day. if i happen to come across something cool, or somebody emails a nifty ride with some info about it (trent at this website dot com), i'm likely to post it for everyone's enjoyment. maybe that will happen once a week. maybe once a month. i release the desire and recall what buddah once said how desire was the root of all unhappiness.
all those posts will still be there. the crazy, thoughtful, hard-working, drunk, sober, philosophical, and spiritual thoughts i laid down between hundreds of killer custom motorbikes.
god bless all of you who have written, called, commented, and made me feel this was worthwhile for so long as i began to doubt it at the end of last year. what it will be and what it has been is because of you. otherwise i'd nuke the whole thing and move on completely. these posts are your legacy. mine is the friendships i've made, which are more valuable than any dollar. james and scott and dave and jay and faiz and adam and lee and paul and ron and chris and more.... some of you have been here for years.
many thanks to the builders, the dreamers, the fixers-of-things who became involved on bikerMetric. because of you this site will go on, but at a pace that allows me to pursue other endeavors while rediscovering peace within myself. i lost a lot of it when i realized what a piece of shit my new chopper was, and it culminated a year ago today for reasons i'd rather not point fingers at. i gave up the best bike i ever owned for all these boxes filled with things i cannot repair.
now i'll be drinking buttmucnch gargle juice, writing on old machines that don't get viruses, learning new things, and having a lot of fun.
i'll be there soon as i finish this poem, baby...
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