What the. . .

Where would you go, if you didn't HAVE to be anywhere? As captain of the Silver Mullet, this is the question I face every day. A long-time peddler of baubles and bling; I am fortunate to have developed friendships in the music and motorcycle industries. These relationships provide the kind of unique access most would kill for. The dilemma was how to combine a passion for off-beat travel and a raging live music addiction in a way that would keep the bills paid, and my rig topped off. Why not a mobile lounge that showcases hard-to-find art and accessories geared toward musicians and other rugged individualists? Easy enough... what could POSSIBLY go wrong!

The typical day begins in a random parking lot, but may end backstage at the closest music festival. Most days involve stops at greasy spoons, flea markets, filling stations, rodeos, rattlesnake hunts, and any other "shiny objects" that require exploration. The goal is always to seek out unique experiences or individuals, and mine the stories within. What follows is part diary and part guide book, but mostly a chronicle of one rambling Pursuit of Happiness.

Ramble On...


Click on the images below to trace our initial return to So Cal from Louisiana.

View January 2009 - "Laissez les bons temps rouler" in a larger map


  1. Killer, TKO!

    (How funny! I haven't seen "Anon C" since the DA blog days! I need to change my "handle".)

  2. the route from Santa Fe to LA is almost identical to the pack-mule trail used in the mid 1800s - back then it took 3 mos, each way


Keep it clean.