***Edit*** This has nothing to do with Motorcycling, but I feel strongly that it should be up here Let’s just start this off by my admittance of ignorance on the aforementioned subject line. Any lessons in life have typically been handed to me by some sort of progress which are oftentimes misdirected by blind ambition and sheer bullheadedness. I am a product of “progress not … Continue reading Courage, Fear, and the Human condition
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.