From writers block to riding the edge of the world, what a magnificent weekend. What a magnificent moment. ‘Channel this, channel this,” he says… I’ve …
Chasing What Remains
It is an acerbic expressway, hardened by time and fluid to the touch, yet built through the prism of a window to another era. Egalitarian …
Vista Advancement
Gears are grinding as the pistons churn and the machine envelops yet another twenty-four hour news cycle. Another day that should be marked on a …
Rippling Asphalt
The tarmac is somewhere between damp and desperate as she dances away. Instinctively I start to fight it, maybe even fear it, but she doesn’t …
Chewing the Malt
The sun is diving down from beneath the stratus as I stand on the edge of eternity. In mere seconds a very blue day has …
Cambria Clouds
The cloud cover hovers over the edge of the known world. Lonely lines intersecting as they unfold in big billows of damp whiteness. A cool …
Why Canyons?
The beer is bitter but exactly what I need. As the last sip settles, I place the half-empty glass back on the table. Notice the …
Choice
The road flat out flies as the asphalt fades into the distance. To the left stands a evocative valley. To the right a constantly evolving …
Lucid Revolutions
It’s a vibrant day in-between fall storms when I find myself standing before a saturated ocean and it’s hard charging sea. Beyond me lies one …
Recent Rides: Shards of Silver
Silver slivers are splitting the sky as the mist drifts in on a wonderful weekday. It’s strange. And dense. And packed with a lonely laughter …
What’s Next (Again): The Last Dodge Viper
There are many parts of my ‘job’ that I love — and I put that in quotes because it rarely feels like a ‘job’ — …
The Vivid Vista
There’s a shake… And a shutter… And the slightest side to side maneuver… The engine hums, its bangs, it butts its head up against the …
Monster Mod #5: Trimming Down to Size – New Mirrors & Lights
As is apt to happen from time to time, my latest adventure in wrenching started for a rather simple reason — I needed to replace …
When Fantasy becomes Reality
The bike is roaring. The engine whirling. The tach rising. The fuel tank lowering. The moment at hand… I see it… I feel it.. I …
Boxes We Build
There’s a beat… A second that goes by… A moment where what lies forward enters the ‘here & the now’… A smirk, A smile, A …
83 Mile Tacos
Shards of golden red light are spreading across the sky as a perfectly turquoise edge of an ocean barks with life. The waves crashing with …
2 Tanks of Fuel Fantasy
You know you’re having a kick ass sportbike ride when you find yourself filling up the tank for the second time before noon… And today …
Stolen Calmness
The canyon is brisk and the roadway is brittle. The surface rash with the indecision of our forefathers and a thousand decisions we never made …