On a deserted island, in a house with walls made out of this:
On a deserted island, in a house with walls made out of this:
The other day, one of the many trucks that endlessly shlep the tons and tons of WWE arena gear around the country was found with both side windows smashed. A clear case of vandalism, right? Not necessarily. Someone, who shall remain nameless, remembered being asked by a truck driver for a...
I admit I kind of glossed over certain events in yesterday’s post about our little ride from Tennessee to Rhode Island. Obviously being the one that writes the blog, I’m bound to edit out certain events, especially when those certain events are extremely embarrassing or...
After nearly two years of touring, from California to Baja California, from ghost towns to TV trucks, from the Grand Canyon to Key West, and all the little places in between, my newly nicknamed Yamaha FJR, the bike that I traded the Hayabusa away for in California, has finally come home...
If you believe the marketing hype, Red Bull supposedly gives you wings. I don’t know about wings, normally drinking one of those cans of liquid energy gives me bad gas. For the insane pilots that compete in the Red Bull Air Races, I guess the advertising is true. Flying along at 230...