At long last it’s time. Time to start moving the motorcycles north towards home. My home in RI, to stage for the great Unsponsored Nova Scotia Expedition. With the first two pages torn out of the calendar, and the worst of the winter behind, it’s finally time for a proper ride...
Ever have one of those days? The kind of day when you go back to work with people you haven’t seen in at least ten years, then go out with those same people last night and act the same way you did when you were ten years younger, only to wake up with everything, including your hair...
10 – If it is 7:45 AM, they’ll be huddled in a bunch in a hotel lobby talking too loud. If it’s 7:45 PM, they’ll be huddled in a bunch in the hotel bar, talking too loud. 9 – Reading yesterday’s USA Today. 8 – When they first meet, they intensely...
Mother Nature’s best attempts aside, Bike Week was fun. On Friday, Daytona Beach broke a record. No, not for most motorcycle trailers ever in one place, for rainfall. Over two inches fell, and all of it on the Daytona International Speedway, all of it on us. Who the Hell is That Guy...
During the off-season – that is, the off-motorcycle-season – the days endlessly,monotonously, painfully drag by. Cars, or ‘cages,’ replace bikes though solely as a means of transportation. Everything turns gray. But now that spring is here, it seems it was just a...