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Ask Me Anything: What Do You Actually Own?

Ask Me Anything: What Do You Actually Own?

A few people have asked something similar to Doc’s most recent question:

“I have a simple question – you post pictures with many different types of motorcycles. What do you actually own, or do you rent them? …And what do you prefer?”

Without further ado, here is my current riding stable:

’15 Triumph Bonneville

’14 KTM 690 Enduro

’11 Triumph Tiger 1050

Over the life of this blog, I have had quite a few other bikes so you’ll see those peppered throughout old posts. Some I miss, some I don’t. Everything seemed to serve a purpose towards moving on to the next thing.

The bikes I’ve rented: Triumph Tiger 800/1050, BMW 700GS/800GS/R1150R, Harley-Davidson Road King.

What do I like best? Having choices 🙂

The bikes that I have to ride right now each have their own niche. My riding desires ebb and flow so they each rotate in and out of the favorite spot. The Tiger can hustle on the backroads and eat highway miles, the Bonnie is an easy-does-it ride, and the KTM can go everywhere and is like sex on wheels. I’m happy with this lineup. The only change I’ve been toying with is getting rid of the Tiger. Not to replace it with anything else but just… because. We’ll see.


This post is in response to an: Ask Me Anything question.

One Year Later: My Desert Awakening Went Back to Sleep

One Year Later: My Desert Awakening Went Back to Sleep

One year ago today, December 28, 2016, I stood in the golden sun of the California desert taking in Salvation Mountain. The day shimmered with magic, possibility, and the excitement unique to being on a journey.

sal·va·tion
noun: salvation
1.
preservation or deliverance from harm, ruin, or loss.
synonyms: lifeline, preservation; means of escape, help, saving, savior

During my week of desert solitude, I found and lost myself a hundred times over. Each new vista that spilled away to the mountains that sit at the edge of eternity breathed new life into me. The cycle tore me down to the raw meat of who I am – weak and scared, and then mile by mile, it built me up again. I found salvation in the controlled burn.

By the time my ride came to an end, I thought I came away with some understanding. I was so sure that I took with me a change. But here I am, one year later, and I don’t think I have. I am that same uncertain person who went fumbling around in the desert for answers. How could I have learned nothing?

Seeking LOVE in Monterey, Virginia

Seeking LOVE in Monterey, Virginia

After leaving the town of Buckhannon, West Virginia then stopping at the tiny Randy Brown Memorial Chapel – I wound my way across the mountains down 219, across 250 and into the town of Monterey, Virginia.

I’ve ridden this section of Route 250 quite a few times and it never disappoints. After all, it has big wide valleys, toe-scraping hairpins, and little traffic. But, there was actually a method to my madness.

Since I was in the neighborhood, I thought that I would stop in to see one the many LOVEworks that Kathy has documented in her travels. There’s always room for a little more love in your day.

Done up in a barn quilt motif, the LOVEWork sits in a park just south of the intersection of 250/220.

After snapping a few photos, I made my way back to the Bonnie in search of twisties. In this corner of the world, they aren’t hard to find.

A Grinchy Check-in From a Not-So-Motorcycley Blogger

A Grinchy Check-in From a Not-So-Motorcycley Blogger

This Christmas season, I have been particularly Grinchy. Not that I’m sour or angry or anything. I guess you might say indifferent is more fitting. So much of the holiday hustle and bustle of what is going on around me seems stupid and pointless. All this rushing around and buying useless shit… I just can’t.

There is much for me to be grateful for. My family is well taken care of and not only doesn’t need anything, but there really isn’t even a frivolous thing that any of us want for.

Thinking back to my childhood (when I wanted everything) it blows my mind that I have a teenager who really doesn’t want anything. Perhaps when the world is at your fingertips – it’s easy to be selective versus indiscriminately grabbing at anything you can get your hands on to plug the inadequacy hole.

Here where I live, people are jamming the roadways and stores, jockeying for parking spaces and snatching waffle irons from each other’s hands. Things don’t feel very peace on earth and goodwill toward men-ish. No, it’s nasty news and crappy exchanges in the real world and on social media. Buy more, feel less and fuck the other guy.

When I Christmas-tipped my garbage man this morning, I felt good about it. I happily scrawled a greeting and put a red bow on the envelope I left for him. It’s not like we’re tossing industrial trash or anything, but trashcans with bags of post-walk dog poo each day deserve a little something.

Later in the afternoon when I came home to find my garbage can and it’s lid flung into different parts of the front yard, I was torn by wondering if my envelope was too light or he’s just a dick. Apparently, my goodwill wasn’t good enough.

I think this is when I’m supposed to be the change I want to see in the world, right? But, I guess I’m not. I’m just another unenlightened, judgmental asshole and I feel tired. Why can’t I bother to find the spirit of the season within myself? It’s doubly disappointing because I have an expectation that everything should feel magical this time of year.  Instead, Christmas feels like something to survive versus something to enjoy.

Yesterday was the winter solstice – the day we started moving back towards the light. Maybe I will, too. I’m off from work until the new year. Maybe this time off will allow me to recenter and find my way back to being a nice human being.

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