Clouds are forming in the distance and my bones are aching for a smoke as I pull off the road. Twisting the key, the bike ceases to breath and for the first time all day I can hear the silence. Because as amazing as it … Read More →
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Smokeless Duc
The sky is bleeding clouds on a dark, dank day as the engine disengages. One quick kick of the kickstand — and it dies completely. Then all that’s left is the silence. And the ritual. Letting the clutch out, I lean the bike over, twist … Read More →
Pendulum of Confusion
The engine is howling with anger as it sucks down air and explodes. Blows Up and instills its will. Rev by Rev, the road surface bears the brunt of this rage. For an instant it’s easy to imagine bits of tarmac being ripped right out … Read More →
My Kind of Thanksgiving
There are rides that you enjoy and rides you take. Rides where your mind wonders uncontrollably, rides that are simply beautiful and rides that get edgy as they go on. Yesterday however was a ride for the ages. I’m still reveling in it now, a … Read More →
A Wicked Ortega Wind
Dark, deceitful clouds were hanging still. The kinds of clouds that chew up a word like ‘foreboding’ and spit it out. Because it’s not mean enough. Not ominous enough. Because it’s not nasty enough to convey the dread that lies ahead… Hesitantly, I twist the … Read More →