The Illusion of Safety
It’s funny how you can become fixated on the potential for things to go wrong. You look at a situation and place some type of possible danger-score on it and then tread lightly. Maybe...
Full tank. Wandering heart.
It’s funny how you can become fixated on the potential for things to go wrong. You look at a situation and place some type of possible danger-score on it and then tread lightly. Maybe...
Do you live in the type of place that could have a smiley face water tower? I don’t. But I wish I did. This tower was along my route from Metropolis to Springfield, Ill....
Meeting a beautiful ghost while road tripping While riding from Metropolis towards Springfield, Illinois, I passed through the town of Vienna. It was a place I’d never heard of before. As I slowed my...
When I sarcastically snapped at the man in my imaginary response to him asking “aren’t you scared? Riding that motorcycle?” perhaps I was too hasty in my mind. No, I’m not scared of riding a motorcycle....
When I left Fredericksburg, Virginia my plan was very loose. I didn’t have a route but I did have a few points on the map that I wanted to see. One of them was...
I’ve been asked if I’m scared at varying angles and degrees with regard to riding motorcycles many times over the years. As a matter of fact, I was just asked last weekend. While I was sitting...
“Holy shit!” When I crested the camels hump of a hill, the suspension on the Tiger completely unloaded leaving in its wake an unnerving floating sensation. During that millisecond of weightless hang-time strangely enough there’s plenty...
When I pulled up at the edge of Noble Park in Paducah the word “Wow,” escaped from me. Even though it was the 10th Whispering Giant I visited, I didn’t expect how striking his appearance would...
After my conversation with the woman who lost her home in the tornado, I finished packing up my bike and set off for the day. When I pulled up the waypoint listing in my...
You wouldn’t think that writing your own story could be difficult. After all, you live it, it’s right there in front of you. And yet finding the loose thread to pull at the end...
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in the world, the Void Rally had to walk in to mine. Read about my time at the 2015 10th running of the Void Rally
While riding through rural Kentucky, past lonely tobacco farms I couldn’t help but wonder about the lives of the people who toil away on them. The farmhouses sit far apart with big fields and tracts of...
As I wound my way across West Virginia towards Kentucky, I spotted a few great pink roadside attractions. A super-duper pink elephant in Barboursville on Route 60. Just down the road from the pink elephant in...
On Sunday morning as I rubbed the I think I drank one too many pints from my eyes I wondered how in the world my weekend had gone by so fast. What started on...
Traveling by motorcycle opens you up to meaningful exchanges. I’ve been wondering about why people move in and out of your life. While I was on my road trip last week, I had several...
Last Thursday after tidying up the last of my pressing tasks at work, I set off on my motorcycle. With a week worth of vacation time blocked off on the calendar, I had a...
Do kids who live in rural areas (the kind of towns where houses are like a half a mile apart) go trick or treating? While riding in Kentucky, Indiana and Illinois I’ve been encountering...