July 19, 2012 — I had to pack light. No helmet. No armored jacket. No tools. I stuffed four pairs of socks and knickers down into the toe of a motorcycle boot. As many Under Armor shirts and black Ts went down the other. With both boots stuffed deep in my backpack I tucked the – Read More –
Scooters & Motorcycles
I have a question for you, my handful of regular readers. As many of you know, I write regularly as an automotive journalist for MotoringFile.com, BimmerFile.com, and ScooterFile.com. I also spent a year as BlueCat Motors’ official documentarian, writing a weekly story about what was going on at the shop and some of my own – Read More –
Today I gave $35 to a Kickstarter.com project for the movie Girl Meets Bike. It’s the first time I’ve supported something through Kickstarter. As expected, it was really easy to get involved, but why this project? Girl Meets Bike hits home on a couple of fronts for me.
June 9, 2012 — Sometimes a journey is the destination. Sometimes it’s the road. Other times it’s surprises along the way that happen when I intersect other journeys I didn’t even know I was taking. This time, it was all of the above.
Back in March I paid a visit to a Chicago-area motorcycle institution. Each Sunday morning, bikers of all sorts descend on the Full Moon Diner for the weekly motorcycle gathering and ride.
May 20, 2012 — My thumb hurt. Somewhere between a cramp and an ache, my right thumb felt like it didn’t want to be part of my hand anymore. It was tired of squeezing the throttle on my ’83 Honda GL1100. It’d been about 90 minutes since I set off from Evanston, IL to intercept – Read More –
September 30, 2011 — In far western Wisconsin there is a stretch of road every motorcycle rider should experience at least once. It’s The Great River Road. It follows the east side of the Mississippi from just outside the Twin Cities all the way down to the Illinois border. Similar roads will take you all – Read More –
May 5, 2012 — I don’t really pay much notice to Cinco de Mayo, St. Patrick’s Day, Columbus Day or other major drinking holidays, but this year I got to have a Cinco de Mayo adventure that thankfully didn’t have anything to do with being left for dead in Mexico.