The trip plan was simple enough: Leave Portland, head towards Denver, climb Pike’s Peak and meander through Colorado and Utah on the way to see the Grand Canyon, then head home through the California and Oregon coast. The Wild Wild West, on motorcycles, as it was meant to be seen. Continue reading Wild Wild West, Part 1
When you fly to Cabo, get picked up in a private car and then chauffeured to a shiny beach-front resort you see the Baja that they want you to see. When you ride through the peninsula on a motorcycle, with your comrades through thick and thin, you see the Baja that you need to see. Continue reading Long Ride, Short Essay
Why pink? Because fuck you; that’s why.
She wants to set a world speed record kind of fast. She wants to leave tire-skid marks on the tarmac kind of fast. She wants to give cancer the big middle finger while hollering at the top of her lungs kind of fast