The Unspoken Bond of Motorcyclists

The Unspoken Bond of Motorcyclists

Often I feel that there is some invisible thread that binds some people who ride motorcycles. It’s not the motorcycle itself though, it is something just beyond it. Perhaps the motorcycle is simply a signal, a bell that rings in your mind. The peal says you may be looking at a person who understands some intrinsic more »

Truth, Forgiveness and Freedom Behind Bars

Truth, Forgiveness and Freedom Behind Bars

Following my meltdown on Sunday morning, I did the only thing I know to do when nothing makes sense. I ran away. I got on my bike and went for a ride. Like a shark, sometimes I need to keep moving so that I can keep breathing. When I get behind the bars I am free. Now it’s more »

I Am a Haunted Person

I Am a Haunted Person

This post has zero motorcycle content so if you’re here for that, close up the browser and move on. If you’re in my day-to-day life don’t confront me about this because I am incapable of dealing with you. If I could I would be doing it already. It’s not because I don’t love you, it’s because more »

Desperately Seeking Wind Therapy

Desperately Seeking Wind Therapy

Since I’d been awake from about 4:30am on Thursday morning, by the time Friday night rolled around my brain and my body said, “enough.” I went to bed around 10:30 and managed to stay there until 2:30am. That was when whatever is gnawing on my heart woke me up again. The wee hours of the morning more »

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