A few weekends ago a friend posted a photo on Facebook of a motorcycle ride he’d taken in Death Valley. The picture was a group of friends in their riding gear in front of a sign that had teakettles hanging all over it.  It marked Teakettle Junction, which I’d never heard of before. Now I can’t get the image out Read the Rest…

Aww, look at that cute little face just napping away there. Don’t you just want to hug it? Wook at dat wittle face. Who’s a cute wittle Husky? That’s right! You are!

Let’s just get this out of the way, shall we? I am not brave. There. It is no secret that I have had confidence problems all throughout my dirt time with the DRZ. No one knows this better than the people I ride with. I putt-putt around like a scared granny. Kenny with his infinite ability to know what is Read the Rest…

Today I got my first taste of what the TE 310 feels like. Kenny’s KTM is waiting to have its fork seals replaced so he opted to ride the DRZ. The new and the old. My ride today can only be described as eye opening. Full post to follow~

There is a funny thing the happens to the look of terrain in a photo. – click pix to embiggen – When you’re standing there in person looking over the edge of a drop, it looks like a cliff. Then when you get home and look at the photos, it seems so much more tame. Photos never seem to do Read the Rest…

I often wonder what it’ll be like for her someday when she thinks back to the time when she first learned to ride a dirtbike as a kid. Will she be a lifelong motorcyclist? Will she always carry that torch in her heart? Only time will tell. In the meantime, we sure are having a lot of fun riding together Read the Rest…