Busy pre-holiday weeks!

Brewed up an Oatmeal Stout yesterday, and racked a Double IPA to secondary fermentation 🙂

10 gallons of beer chilling in the fridge is a very nice thing, especially with the holidays coming right up.

I also wrapped a couple of fishing rods in paracord, something I’ve been messing with lately. I need to get a smaller diameter line for my better poles. but this test run went very nicely.


Rasta colors on the left, and UPC (Universal Camouflage Pattern on the right. Feels awesome in the hand, can’t wait to get them on a boat.

Also had an issue with the Coronet. A thumping noise in the rear end at about 35 mph. Felt it in the brake pedal too. I have a feeling it is an axle bearing, so I took it in to the shop. I don’t have a bearing press, nor do I want to spend forever messing with it when my mechanic can turn it around in a few days, and cheap. So anyway, Here is a shot of my 68 in burnt out dark blue, with her slightly older sister in white.


One more angle. . .


It’s been fun! Lots to do, and an AZ trip in the works for Christmas as well. Great way to cap off an awesome year, especially once that beer finishes up and I can tap it for a pint.

Cheers everybody.






The One That Got Away

It’s always the big one. The monster. The one you’ve been searching for all weekend, the one that really fought and gave you the biggest thrill. That’s the fish that snaps your line. Why?

In this video, I know what it was for me. One word. . .  Panic.

I was out on Lake Mary, in Mammoth Lakes, CA. I had caught a trout about the size I expected. A youngster, about 11 inches, lucky if it was a pound.

When the fish in the video started to take me deeper underwater, I knew I had something special on the line. The video starts about a minute into the video. I actually had time to grab my phone, hand it to my girlfriend (your humble cameraperson) and put it into video mode.

The fish, the whole time, was headed up toward the boat, so I didn’t really know how hooked he was, or how big he was.

Once he put up resistance, the fight was great, my heart was pumping in the thin air.  Surprised by the weight on my line but still in fishing mode, I calmly played him and tried to keep him away from the boat. I put my beer in a safe place, and really started to fight him. Then the video starts.

You can see me play him decently, for a reel with too tight of a drag on. I let him take the rod, went with him, but kept the pressure on so he wouldn’t come loose. Then I saw him.

When I saw him, a huge shot of adrenaline hit me like a bomb. He was huge, especially for this lake.  Big green back, beautiful Rainbow trout colors gleaming. Something inside of me spazzed out in pure admiration of this fish, and the luck and awesomeness of me being able to hook him on my own. It was like years of fishing experience were all culminating right there, at that very moment.  All the times my uncles had yelled at me for making mistakes, until I no longer made them, had finally sunk in and I was now doing awesome stuff on my own.

That was when I realized I hadn’t brought a net. I pictured my beautiful big net sitting back at home in my studio. Damnit. I was using light line. I knew that. It was also old. Quadruple damnit!

So in my panic, I considered using a canvas bag I had on the boat as a net, but didn’t move on that thought fast enough. The fish came up, broke the surface with a big splash, and I panicked some more. I went to grab the line, sort of realized what I was doing, and just heard the line SNAP. I’m not sure if it was from when I touched it, or from the fish hitting the side of the boat, but it snapped.

I wasn’t disappointed. I had already had a blast fly fishing in Lake Crowley the day before, and watching my buddy Doug catch this beautiful brown trout. 

That was enough. I always look at any time on the water, as an increase in your odds of catching a dream fish. The couple of fish I hooked were right at the very last 15 minutes of my 4 day stay up around Mammoth. Hooking this monster at the end of my trip truly felt like a reward for my persistence, and patient application of all the things I’ve learned.

In the end, I learned a couple of things. Rather, I had some things instilled in me, that I was already aware of, but never lost a fish to.

1. Never touch the line on a fish like that. I’d heard it a zillion times. I’ll never forget it now though.

2.  Never be caught on any lake anywhere EVER, without a good sturdy net.

2. Don’t panic. A fish will only stay on your line so long. Panicking wastes the one resource you can;t get back. Time. It’s only a matter of time before the fish shakes loose or snaps your line against your boat. I should have grabbed my canvas bag and calmly guided the fish into it. Then I would have had him on a plate, rather than swimming around with a hook rusting in his mouth.

The fish learned a couple of things too, it’s likely. Maybe he’ll grow up to be that bi wiley bastard of Lake Mary that fishermen claim sightings of, but never catch. Maybe I’ll get that punk next year, net in hand. . . We shall see.

New Windshield day for the Coronet.

The crack in my windshield just had to go, not only was it dangerous, but also a great way to get pulled over.

I live by Mission road, near downtown Los Angeles. This road is known for it’s shops, glass shops, muffler shops, junkyards, etc.

First I went to the place that changed out my old Mitsubishi’s windshield, but they told me, “Go see Frank, over at GTO Auto Glass!”

When a businessman sends you to his competitor down the road, you know you;re hearing truth, so I took my 68 down the street to This place.

Frank and I made arrangements for the windshield to be delivered on Wednesday the 17th, and so yesterday, I took her in. They had the windshield up on a stand for me already, they were expecting me. The whole crew dug my car, and they were happy to let me take pics while they worked. I stayed out of the way and tried to glean any information I could learn from watching.

Frank also pulled me to the side, and explained every step. This is a welcome change from the usual mechanic treatment. usually you get no chit chat, gruff burly dudes who don’t want to talk to you. Frank was very cool, took his time, and taught me a lot. He also fixed up a couple of loose odds and ends without me even asking, and gave me pointers on how to fix things he saw around my car. Really cool dude.

Anyway, now my car has an AWESOME new windshield, and it really makes it feel like a new car. I never thought it would make THAT much of a difference.

Here is a little album with some pics of the process. Click on the pics for captions!

Now to put some miles on that thing!

– Fred.

Got my coronet home, and cleaned her out a little bit. Taking a look around.

Finally got to clean up the interior a little

Tore out most of the rotting carpet, put in the extra seat I had. Can’t really upholster them till the paint gets done, so for now this is it.





Engine bay, I didn’t really get to get all that much into it, but here’s a little sample before and after to give you an idea what I’m gonna end up with.

Cleaned up the fender a tiny bit just to see what I’m working with. Lots of potential. Really clean. Proud of my engine bay paint job too!





finally, just wiped down the engine a bit.

From this:


to this:



Shifter knob button was busted for about ten years, FINALLY fixed that, thanks to some members of the forum FBBO (For B Bodies only) the absolute best source for info on my car.





Cool assortment of random junk I found in the car while cleaning her out:


That’s a Tiffany Belt Buckle for Coca Cola! Where, or when the hell that got in the car, I’ll likely never know! The shoe bears my ex gf’s name, and the led zeppelin Houses Of The Holy was a regular in the tape deck. Old School for sure. The thumb wrap thing is from my days in a mailroom, from about 1998 in Arizona. Total nostalgia blast.

Here’s the incredible amount of junk I found in the car, this is what 10 years in storage, and collecting parts will do.


Emptied out the car except for a spare fan belt, some tools, assorted fluids and a terrible looking spare tire. Realize I need a fire extinguisher, a jack for my car, and to tighten up my rear view mirror if I’m going to be driving her around. Car feels SO Much faster with all the junk out of it, much more responsive. Still haven’t broken it all the way, so I haven’t been able to hit the gas, but it feels great.

I do hear an exhaust leak developing, and that’s a bummer, as the shop should have caught that, but I’ll deal with it. Just happy to have her home and start wrenching in earnest

Bonus find, one of the absolute heaviest nostalgia blasts, and coolest items found in my car, was this completely blown out t shirt that a 19 year old Fred put in the car as a seat cover for the passenger. I found it all in the springs of the seat, completely torn up. Only the front survived. hahah

Awesome. http://i.imgur.com/lxxCDH7.jpg

Insane vacation dream.

I wrote the stuff below when I woke up one morning in Vieques. I was pretty delirious when I wrote it, still half asleep, but purposefully, willfully writing like I do for my lucid dreaming exercises at home. It was such an intense dream, I’d call it a nightmare.

You can tell by my tone at the end that I was pretty bummed out after writing this. I remember I went back to sleep as the sun was coming up, but having spewed out this dream in one big flurry, I was now wide awake, and so I woke up and went swimming.

Anyway, I posted this up here after changing some names. If I get permission, I’ll change names so people know who they are….

There are some grammatical errors, but editing would not be appropriate here.


I woke up this morning from a vivid dream. I had been accused, while working at Bug Music, by GV. (a friend of mine) of not doing any of my work for a whole year. She had reported me to the government somehow, and I was summonsed to a trial In front of all my peers. I was livid, having worked very hard there and not understanding why she would be saying such things. I went to defend myself but everybody seemed to believe her, which made me more mad. Official government people, my mother, sister, brother, co workers, all materialized before me to say I was some lazy bastard who deserved to be fired, or worse. The dream seemed to bring in those people whose judgement means the most to me, but that I’ve lost contact with. Like my late grandmother, or my uncle KQ who we don’t really talk to anymore. They all seemed to be hovering around somehow, quietly convinced that the accusations were true.
So, in the dream I head to where this hearing or trial is…..and right before I enter, I’m suddenly transported to a market called bi-rite (closed recently), right down the street from my high school. A couple of my old marching band buddies are there, camera in hand, to ask me details about what I did and what I was going to do with my time in prison.
I told them the charges were bullshit, and to fuck off, but they put on airs of superiority, and mocked me, pointing fingers, and were very angry with me, as if they were ashamed of being even from the same high school.
Then people who were really close to me, like my little brother, started asking me if the charges were accurate. If I had been lazy at work, or if it was true that for years I had been eeking by, doing as little as possible. My mother started telling me to let her know what I’d done, and when I told her nothing, she didn’t believe me. she seemed to just be hoping that whatever I did, wasn’t that terrible. My aunt GP who we are also close to, came out and pointed fingers as well as my sister and again my late grandmother. All of them seemed so ashamed of me, and I remember thinking in the dream, “It doesn’t matter what I’ve done, I’ve already been judged. I’d already been through the worst, let’s just go and see what it was all about.”
In the dream, this was all happening in this big noisy chaotic procession, with all my family around me, mocking, pointing, some children laughing at me, and strangers wondering and throwing around theories on what i had done, or what work it was that I seemed to have not done. It seemed a big theme of the dream was that I was accused of not working, not doing my job well, at Bug Music. I couldn’t believe this, and was already somehow checking my email DONE folder, which shows a day to day of all my tasks that are actually completed. This is something I’ve done since working at a tax firm back in 05 or so, and finding it was the easiest way to substantiate my work flow. I was ready to face my accusers, and redeem myself in front of all those important people, and thought “let’s do this.”
So in the dream I ran. I ran to the hearing, or courthouse or whatever it was. In the dream, it seemed to remind me if the gym at the Cypress Park rec center in my neighborhood. I went in defiantly, confident in my innocence, and a clear proof and record of my work ready to even show off a bit at how hard I work, and how organized I am in my work.
I got up there, in front of all the most important people ever, and suddenly, this was a drug case. Confused, I asked what this was all in regards to, and the judge mentioned something like “This stems from a matter in 1983” and right away I knew I’d beat it. In my dream, I did a little quick math, which I thought was impossible until today, and said confidently “in 1983 i was 8 years old. I didn’t work at bug music then, and I never tried drugs until I was about 15 years old. You are wrong. Also I want everybody to know that I take great pride in my work, and I would never do anything like that. I would leave a job before getting that lazy or being that unhappy.”
And just like that, this satisfied the judge. I as obvious to everybody in the courtroom/basketball gym that I was completely exonerated, and they all milled out. Nobody expressed any happiness at my innocence, they all just walked out, and I never go to know that my grandmother knew of my innocence, which seemed to be the most important thing about the whole dream.
A couple of things that were really weird, when I woke up, I woke up still stressed from the dream, but the Pink Floyd song “the trial” was in my head, and it seemed to describe what I went through in to a t. I was like I was waking up to the end credits music of a kafkaesque story adapted to film. I even thought that Kafka’s “The Trial” has a lot to do with this dream. Also, my father wasn’t there, and now I’m wondering if that means that his judgement on me doesn’t matter, not cause he passed away, but because I knew that whatever I did, even if I went to prison for a decade, he wouldnt care. It wouldn’t be that big of a deal. Not that he would be indifferent, but that he could relate to this having been in prison himself, and that he wouldn’t judge me as others would having actually gone through it himself in real life. It’s strange that I thought of this so much right after waking up, because he wasn’t even in the dream at all. I just felt it.
This was an interesting feeling because the reasoning seemed to be that since he had gone to prison twice in his life, I didn’t have to be ashamed in front of him for going to prison myself. So he didn’t even make an appearance, probably because he doesn’t weigh on my conscience as much as say my sister, brother, or of course my mother. When I do really well at something, sometimes I think “My dad would be really proud of this” but it’s not like I have to face it in real life.
I think this may stem from the fact that I’m on vacation right now for the first time in a long time. As long as I’ve had vacation time, I’ve always used it to be as productive as I could, so I would use it for band functions, or take days off here and there to handle business in town.
This is the las day of my stay on Vieques island, and I woke up to a beautiful sunrise really stressed out, even thinking I had WASTED 5 days of vacation. Like a weird guilt for relaxing. I’m still feeling it. It’s pretty bad….so bad, I don’t know if I’ll be able to take another vacation like this for a while. I’ll probably be over it in a few minutes, but right now it’s pretty intense.

Well, uh, Good morning?!