Having my picture taken isn’t fun. I hate the way I look. Sometimes I go through the process of taking selfies to try to work through these feelings. At this point, it seems like a futile effort to come to terms with the aging person that I am. When I look at the person in …
At the end of January, I flew to California and did a little ride about. While cruising along Route 66 for a spell, I decided to stop in to the museum that now occupies the building that is touted as the first McDonald’s location in San Bernardino. When I pulled in to the parking lot, …
Say, “hello,” to my ride for the next few days. She’s a sister to my FZ07 back home. This MT is a nice girl. She hasn’t had someone give her all the bells and whistles. That’s okay, nice girls are still fun. My FZ feels and sounds like a brat in comparison. This bone stock …
“Flourish. Whatever the conditions.” File Under: Signs I needed to see. After two years of being drugged into an unrecognizable version of myself on antidepressant, anti-anxiety and sleep medications, I’ve been med-free for a little over a month now. The truth is, I couldn’t stand being a ghost anymore. In the beginning, I wouldn’t have …
Things I could use: (In no particular order) + A lint roller + Jack Daniels + A hug After a bit of a rocky start this morning, I finally got underway on a road trip. It isn’t uncommon for me to kind of burn the first day getting my sea legs. I left home with …
