We Are All Fragile Things

We Are All Fragile Things

During my ride home last night I sat at a traffic light staring. Staring at nothing, staring at everything, cemented to the Earth by the orange backlight of my gauges. I pondered the weight of challenges that people in my life are going through. Life is hard. We’re all just fragile things; glitter and stardust more »

Being Busy Just Isn’t that Glamorous

Being Busy Just Isn’t that Glamorous

Hurry, hurry, hurry!  That is the awful, terrible habit that I’ve tried to undo for the last few years. I’m not sure when I picked it up but it is something I suffer from greatly. Really, what good does it do? It just makes chunks of the day a blur. Stupid, really. While so many of more »

Just a Girl And Her KTM in the Forest

Just a Girl And Her KTM in the Forest

Last weekend I did my first solo riding in the Pine Barrens of New Jersey on the KTM. Up to that point, my riding in the Pines had always been with friends. But when you’re a boat anchor, you have to know when to cut the tether and let everyone else float away. It’s no fun to more »

Seeing Rainbows and Other Riding Thoughts About Art

Seeing Rainbows and Other Riding Thoughts About Art

I followed the rainbow to its end and what did I find? A pot of gold? Aww, Hell NO – Hell 2 Da Naw Naw! I found a KTM. Insert swirly heart-shaped eyes emoji here. Actually, I saw this mural when I was on my way to visit Calder’s Stegosaurus in Hartford. It kicked off a train of more »

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