How Do You Say “Way Back Machine” In Italian?
When I first started hanging around with the cute blonde guy who lives here and does all the heavy lifting around the house, we were both in relationships with sexy Italian birds. He went...
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Full tank. Wandering heart.
When I first started hanging around with the cute blonde guy who lives here and does all the heavy lifting around the house, we were both in relationships with sexy Italian birds. He went...
Here is another one from the way back machine – this time from April 2003. Kenny’s Aprilia Falco and my Ducati 996 at Long Island’s Big Duck. Italian motorcycles and giant roadside animals… love...
When I stood in the driveway putting my gloves on, I could hardly believe that my gorgeous, red devil is now 10 years old. When I look at it, I still think it is...
It’s not what you ride, it’s that you ride. These 5 ugly motorcycles are exceptions to that rule.
We’ve all heard the phrase time and time again. Loud Pipes Save Lives Strangely enough it’s only the people who have loud pipes who seem to decree this. Coincidence? The clever boys and girls...
On our trip to California in June of 2008, one of our pit stops was to the famous motorcycle hangout The Rock Store. Apparently in the course of a weekend you never know who...
The first time that I sat on a Triumph Speed Triple at the 2000 Cycle World bike show in New York, I pretty much knew that one day I would own one. The idea...
I happened to stumble across a Ducati GTL that must have been being restored in a garage in New Jersey.
This fella on the awesome Ducati 750 GT was kind enough to stop and let me grab a shot of him on it, on Sunday morning at the OBI:
Photograph of the Ducati Hypermotard parked on the street at night.
This gorgeous baby really does make me feel like climbing the rope in gym class.
You really know that you’ve really just about had it with cabin fever when dropping a bike off for service constitutes a ‘wow, that felt great’ ride. Come on already, spring! Sheesh. I guess...
Last Saturday, I was feeling a bit blue. More lonely than anything. I headed out into the heat around 3:00 and met Hotdog, my partner in crime, for a nice afternoon ride. We met...