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Motorcycle Therapy: Blue Skies, Purple Irises And A Triumph Bonneville

Motorcycle Therapy: Blue Skies, Purple Irises And A Triumph Bonneville

On the weekends, my dog makes sure that I’m not late for work by licking my face at o’dark-thirty. Once satisfied that I’m up, she saunters back to her bed and lays down. She’s always got my back, that dog. Too bad I don’t work weekends.

Since being able to go back to sleep isn’t one of my super powers, I usually stumble down the hall, do some coffee voodoo and figure out what I’ll do with my day. I give thanks to the dog when up I’m early enough to take advantage of a day like this one:


The lesser seen side of Long Island, sans-hustle.


Seeing iris in bloom makes me smile. Every time.


Good morning, buffa-lumps.

My Motorcycle is a Daydreaming Machine

My Motorcycle is a Daydreaming Machine

Riding my motorcycle is where I work stuff out. The ride provides the space in which my mind is as free to roam as my wheels. Probably further. It’s where I get to dust off the secrets obscured by what I think I should think. Thoughts are gently coaxed out by the thrum that passes from the heart of my engine in to my own.

The daydreaming machine.

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 us glamorize how busy we are – we’re often missing out on the greatness of lingering in the presence of beautiful things; things that are sweet and lovely just for the sake of being sweet and lovely.

Do you ever ride around in an area that you’ve been through a million times, maybe even your own town and “discover” something that has hidden in plain sight? What was it that kept it hidden from your gaze, kept your mind from seeing it? Or, what finally woke you up to its presence?

Learn to see. Slow down. Really see what’s there… not what you think should be there.

Instagram: My First Bonne Ride

Instagram: My First Bonne Ride

My friend Doug let me take his Bonnie out for a spin this evening. I can’t believe it has taken me so long to throw a leg over one of these classics. What a pleasurable ride they are.

My cuppa tea, the Bonnie. 😍

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