shopping!

when you need to go shopping, there is only one place to go- costco.
when you know you need loads of stuff, but only have little to pay with- costco.

where all the carts are as big as a house, and you need a car to get through the isles- sostco.

where butter comes in buckets, and you can skip lunch and "try" some new chicken nuggets- costco.

where you buy and you buy, and can't fit it in your car- costco.

a love song to costco, by a happy buyer. (if you want someone to sponsor, i am open).
since i was already there, and the stupid hummer was there, as clean as a whistle, no mud to be seen, i had to give him the honors of "fuck hummer".

HOT!!

i don't feel too well. i think i am de-hydrated. its hot and dry here in L.A and i have been riding alot.i need to drink more. the air cinditioning in the R.V is out, and its as hot as the american girls i saw today in brentwood. running. in shorts. hot. well, i guess i need more than a drink...

soul food.

its been a week since i left home. the jet-leg is almost gone. the motor home is almost ready. i know where i am, and where and when i need to be in the next 6 months... everything in the middle is a blank piece of paper. its up to me to fill it up with somthing... since i can't draw that well, i think i will fold it into somthing nice.
a boat, maybe. or not.

decided to stick around...

i decided not to go to redrock, as i got an invitation to a group offroad ride. couldn't refuse.
anyway, got into a 99cents store. i tell you, the things you can buy for less than a buck!! it won't last that long, but you will enjoy the fact that you screwed the system for just enough time to be happy... i can spend a whole day in there, with the old people, and freaky looking hobos.

out and about...

i am going out on a little trip for the weekend. took my 9.9 with me, and we are going to a place called "redrock" mountain. sharon and his family have a huge motorhome, and we are all going to sleep in it. its h-u-g-e. 40 feet of luxury motoring. pictures will come soon. wer'e also taking sharon's buggy. it will be so much fun.

for the non-believer.

sitting in a car, 15,000 kilometers from jerusalem, i found this guy praying. if the holy country is so important to him, what the hell is he doing here? only god has the answers... or does he?
it is such a bizzar image, seeing this guy in a big ass SUV wearing the whole "teffilin" shabang, not even looking at me while i take his picture.
israel, it seems, is not holy enough for him to live in.
whatever.

TLC...

i took my R.V to get some tender love and care... you know, oil, air, water and such. the jiffy lube guys worked on it, and said it was in a great shape... now all i need to do, is to get in shape also. on the roads and ready to go in a few days.
look at that cute little beast... isn't it beutiful?
by the way, i need a driver. who's into it? huh?

the truth...

got this from some kids that i train.... i swear, i never touched them.
anyway, went to renew my californian driver's license. i am telling you, the system here is a joke! i had to answer an 18 question exam, and not make more than 3 mistakes. ofcourse i made 4. so the guy tells me: answer these 2 right, and you get your license...". so i said "what is this, some kind of a game show?". anyway, i passed with honors, and now its legal for me to run over people.

a bike is a bike...

if i can ride on the road with my mountain bike, why can't i ride my road bike in the mountains? no reason. thats why i took it for an off road adventure!! nothing too extreme (ilan...), and i am happy to say its so good... fast cornering, light, and agile. oh, and its also good on the road.

the best thing about the west coast...

is the chipotle burritos....mmmmmm... burrito... israel has the falafel, and here its the burrito... mmmm burrito... it starts out like this. about 500 grams of yummy burrito....
then you start chewing. it is so good...
after 2 and a half minutes it looks like this... mmmm...burrito....
and this is my side kick. as you see, it lives up to its name, as its on the side... (forgot to rotate it, oops...). 5.63 dollars of pure heaven, just went into my belly. it was worth every pedal stroke.

for lack of better words...

this is my number plate. so if you see a motor home cruising by you, looking all happy, smiling and on a mission, your'e more than welcome to hop on it... it goes all around the states. i will drop you where ever you need.
and i thought it was ELVIS!!
by the way, i have a phone number. if you call from israel, its: 013-1-818-357-3461
try me. i am always home. like a turtle, with my home on my back. and do not call me at night. i am dreaming too hard. the time difference is 9 hours, and i am behind you.
H

L.A...

where the hills are alive...
with the sounds of V12 engines...
and the higher your house is...
the better the views are...
and the bigger and blinger your 22 inch wheels are.

my house

living room is spacious and comfy...
the kitchen has all the amenities.
my bedroom. where all the... sleeping takes place. mom...

my america...

what can i say?

airport.

my father dressed up for the drive to the airport...
and this what i had to take with me. people around me were giving me the bad eye for my "huzpa", for taking alot of space in the trunk, and ruining our planet by drinking all the oil out of saudi araibia.
at the end it was only 103.5 kilograms. another shaih just bought a rolls royce...
the same people that were mad at me, used this moving floor. its a floor. and it moves. lazy 21st century bastards.

well, i am off...

next post will be written from los angeles. thanks for reading. i am out.
from now on my name is H.
deal with it!

new bike day.

last week the whole team got new bikes. aluminium bikes. aluminium hurts. i do have to say, that the bikes work flawlessly. mine is the pink one in the middle...
or not. a new bike is always alot of fun. i think the grey color is great, 'cause you can hardly see when its dirty. less cleaning for me, i guess... meanwhile, i am in the midst of packing. packing light, i am not. 100 kilograms of lightness.
well, the oil companies will be happy that i am using a plane. damn it!

ever changing...

although every day looks, mostly, the same as the other, you can feel the change you go through. this weekend i am another person. stress free, ready to be airborne... as i said a couple of posts ago, in my mind i am already there. already there.
63 hours to go. tick, tack.

let the packing commence...

well, its official- i have started to pack. its a hard hard work, but some one has to do it. and its me! so i brought all the cases, all the gear, all the bikes, and all of my cloths, and shoved it all into these cases. i still have to race this weekend, so its a good thing i got a new bike... still alot of shit to pack... better get back to work.
meanwhile... oogi is sound asleep. bastard!

look ahead.

another pic from the go kart race, this time on my 9.9... to my surprise, the bike was almost as fast as the karts on the same course!! 2.5 seconds advantage for the kart, but driving the kart, i could swear it was much faster. anyway, next month's mag will be a great laugh.

a new love...

yesterday i went to a go kart venue. but its not as simple as it looks... i went bike racing in a go kart arena. another crazy idea for the magazine. it was alot of great fun, but the best thing was the real karts. i went like a crazy man, and i think i should change my occupation.
Hanoch- a kart racer... sounds good.

share some wisdom...

this is me, talking to my coach, explaining exactly how slow i was at the race... it was a bad day, but nothing can take the smile off my face, now that i have 5 days till my flight.
another race this weekend, and then i am off. woooohhha.

what a mess...

its been a hard day at the office. a big race. a great course. hot weather.
i rode like an old man, and then i double flatted. end of race. to be continued...

what a trip...

the ramon crater. for some reason it seems small in the pictures. well, its BIG.

working on my tan. i will never go to the beach again. everybody is scared...
a working cock. he is a bike mechanic, and a good one, at that.

juggle it!

way too many things to do for the coming flight. where do i start? i do not even have the time to be excited, damn it!! well, i'll load up some nice pictures from a trip to the desert, that i had in november.

Oh, lord, won't you buy me...

i love cars. i know its not politically correct, but i love details, and cars have a lot of those. its not that i am against public transportation, i am all for it, and better still, i think everybody should switch to bikes, but i am inlove with cars. now all i need is money.
can you spare some?

think big. think bigger...

this is my father's take on a rocking horse for the grandchildren. a full size one, sitting on a truck's spring. the kids love it. my dog tries to bite it.
good dog.

spring is here!

the eastern winds brought the heat with them, and i am getting ready for a 30 degrees weekend of racing. the sun is out, and the course is dry and sweet.
i'll race ya'!!

hold on...

its hard to let go of old habits. i hope this time i am abroad, i will be more open minded- to meet people, to see places. to have fun.
its coming. i can feel it...