Chopper Hostel

The leaves are turning and there’s a definite chill in the air. Keeping warm in the coming months is the main focus right now, not the only focus, but the most pressing.

The big ass tent has been a total failure. The tent itself is a capable unit, but I located on the only space level enough and large enough for a tent on the grounds. Unfortunately, its only level because several natural springs that made their presence known after the weather hit. It became a place that things went to rust and die. This last week I took the tent down and am in the process of using the tent as material to fix the house and create a bike shop with the remaining material.

The tent was supposed to be a big part of the attraction for the Hostel. A place to hang out, get out of the weather and work on bikes after a long days riding the mountains. It ended up being an alien ecosystem capable of rusting everything swallowing your dreams whole. I pulled it down over the last few days and started adding it to the Danger Huts facelift.

This is the time of year when the weather cools off and the big projects begin. The reasoning is twofold. The weather is cooler so I’m not fighting the heat and that’s when my depression usually rolls in.

Probably too much info but depression is something that has plagued me since I was a young little fucker. I found really stupid big jobs give me a reason to get out of bed in the morning, so here I go.

The big projects are getting the Danger Hut leak free and warm, moving the big ass tent to attach to the side of the Hut. I need to pull the high maintenance Mitsubishi 4g63 out of my Mighty Max and replace it with an LS and auto trans upgrade. I need a truck that is reliable, can tow and maybe isn’t as cool but I can just get in, turn the key and get things done.

I’ve had to change directions on the Hostels income. This summer I hoping to have this place hosting guests to ride cool bikes and with that provide an income t move forward. Until then, it’s always a struggle.

I have a lot of plans and ideas for the future of Chopper Hostel but my focus currently on clearin’ more campsites, providing some nice restrooms and assembling a separate outdoor kitchen for the guest of Chopper Hostel to have full access to separate from the Danger Hut. I really thing good food should be part of the experience.

These days, people are piss poor due to the economy and, as you know, poor folks don’t need paintings. My business tanked, money stopped, and I’ve been floundering getting my writing off the ground, putting the grounds together and making Chopper Hostel a real thing instead of just a good idea.

The machine is being built, camping. riding, painting and writing are the gears that keep the machine moving forward. I hope that with all these components I can make this thing an expanding reality. I have some crazy plans for this place but first I have to just pay the bills.

Currently, you’re the fuel that keeps the machine moving forward. All I can offer at this time is entertainment. I never thought of myself as entertainment but basically, it’s what I’ve been doing since I got my first article published (that is the article of when OCC signed that fucklin’ bologna). It used to make a living and I’m grasping to the hope to make that happen again.

I’m writing more than I ever had and moving past the magazines restrictive subject matter limited what I could write about but writing about the things I loved, bikes, it wasn’t any tragedy. Now, I can write about anything but it’s mostly bikes…predictable.

I’m well into the journey from shit hole crack den to a functioning place for cool bikes to do their thing. It’s gonna be a long road but the hard work is already payin’ off. It’s a nice place to wake up to and, with more work, a place that folks plan on comin’ to.

The problem with my entertainer status is where the money comes from. Originally, I figured the painting thing would never quit but then again, I never imagined an administration that hates the USA so much they’d actively try to destroy it…but here we are, fuck you, George Soros!

“I hate America because I’m a cunt!”-George Soros

So, I’ve found myself in the role of an ‘entertainer’ of sorts passing the hat to keep the dog fed. Fuckin’ money ruins everything but not having it keeps you from making your dreams come true and that’s where I’m at.

I’ve been accused of constantly lookin’ for a handout, which I’m not, it’s the way you remind people that what I do is a job. If that means I occasionally have to pass the hat…I guess, I’ll swallow some pride and do it…or get the power shut off.

Below you’ll find a link to my store where you can purchase prints of some of my work and more when I can afford to expand that site and the one you are currently at. Click the link and buy a few prints. They are a great value and of the highest quality.

https://georgethepainter.bigcartel.com/

Grap a print or two it REALLY helps out and you’ll end up with a nice print to hang in your home/shop. Seems like a win for everyone.

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I will continue to write and paint but there’s so much more I’d like to offer. If I have to pass the hat to keep things moving, I’ll continue to swallow my pride and do it. As always, I hate to do it but whatever it takes in these tryin’ times.

I want to thank you for letting me ramble on and keep on coming back, “GTP”