I Love My Motorcycle. And My Spleen.
I love my motorcycle. No, really love it. Motorcycling is much more than just a thing I like doing. That characterization simply doesn’t do my feelings about riding justice. Even saying the motorcycle riding...
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Full tank. Wandering heart.
I love my motorcycle. No, really love it. Motorcycling is much more than just a thing I like doing. That characterization simply doesn’t do my feelings about riding justice. Even saying the motorcycle riding...
Honk if you love roadside attractions! My surprise encounter with the Mother Goose House in Hazard, Kentucky further supports my opinion that America has the greatest roadside attractions in the world! Often people ask...
This Whispering Giant: Sequoyah sculpture calls Cherokee, North Carolina home. Back in 2015, I participated in the Whispering Giants Grand Tour. It proved to be an excellent inspiration to get out for a ride....
Since I have a little downtime away from the bike for a few weeks, I’ve been looking through photos that have accumulated over the years. As I flip through the images, sometimes it surprises...
There are periods in your life when you think that your self-esteem couldn’t possibly get any lower; that the only way to go is up. Then with a maniacal laugh and a wag of...
Everything blends in with the background when you’re zipping along, head down, focused only on the task at hand – survival. There is no bigger picture, only now. Chaos can swirl around you, burning...
In the fall of October 2018, I rode through the city of Richmond, Virginia on a Sunday morning. City riding isn’t so great, generally. But being on a motorcycle gives you the opportunity to...
After visiting the White’s Tire Muffler Man on Hines Street in Wilson, North Carolina, I navigated my over to visit Vollis Simpson’s Whirligig Park. As I turned the corner the park came into view....
Anyone in my life is probably aware that I am not a very good friend. That isn’t to say that I don’t love people, or their friendship doesn’t have a deep meaning or lasting...
It’s about time that I introduce you to my little friend. I had absolutely zero intention of buying another motorcycle, but kismet happens. Am I right? Anyway, this is my new to me wee...
It’s been a year now that I’ve been a stranger to myself. Through these twelve months, there was progress made, backslides, torment, self-loathing and a complete lack of understanding about the things I thought...
Much like the Spanish Inquisition, no one expects a religious experience. It’s just one of those things that sneak up you when you aren’t lookin’. If not the sight of Saint Pete at the...
While riding in North Carolina and Tennessee last fall, I saw three See Rock City barns – one of which was entirely serendipitous. Isn’t it funny how that happens? Something becomes of interest to...
Have you ever heard of Esmont, Virginia? I hadn’t until I found myself passing through on the way towards the tiny Rockfish post office. How had I even heard of that? Really, what’s a...
In October of 2018, I spent some time bumming around on the Bonneville. My meandering route took me down through Virginia, North Carolina, Tennessee and Kentucky before I started making my way back east...
Last night I dreamt of ravens; ravens hiding amongst a murder of crows. Try as they might to unassumingly blend with the other corvids, I saw them as clear as day. True greatness cannot...
Except, now it isn’t Tuesday anymore. It’s Sunday. And if you’re reading this in the future it might be neither one of those days, or maybe it is. The future is so unpredictable. Though...