…And it’s banging… Corner by corner, turn by turn, the bend of the asphalt and the rise of the road. The way your heartbeat races. That feeling of floating. The movement in the sky. The movement among the lines as you glide from edge to … Read More →
Tag Archives: Ducati ST3
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 in construction, its rambling mass flows from one hillside-avenue to another, clasping hands with the countryside as it sways from … Read More →
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 care. She doesn’t need me. She’s all grown up. Free. Able to feel and emote and move. Blipping the throttle, … Read More →
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 small dots of perspiration that have built up around the base. The sweet from a hard days work. Slowly she … Read More →
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 that’s hanging just below the surface. The last weeks have been nothing but a blur and the last moment is … 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 →
Canyon Cometh
Engines wail. Roads bend. Seasons change. But the dirt, the dirt in the middle of the asphalt, that never seems to go anywhere… Extending the kickstand, I kill the engine and slide off the saddle. Peer out over the reasonably clear San Fernando Valley. And … Read More →
Long Time to Look This Good
The bike is slipping into second gear as the sunshine flickers. Bright and dark rays shutter through the weeds. Spill onto the road. Laying out a pattern of texture that’s deep with shades of gray but very little black and white… And then the torque … Read More →
Retracing Your Roots A 1,100 Miles At A Time
It’s flat and foggy. A collection of roadways, rattled by the everyday, intersect one on top of another. There are holes and grooves and unannounced visitors tucked behind the wheel of their ordinary machines coming up fast in the right lane. Folks cross the street … Read More →
Head Games in the Canyons
It’s bright. Blindingly bright. So bright in fact that it feels like summer and not spring… Finally… Beneath me the F4 hums. It’s four high mounted organ pipes blasting out a unique overture that seems to scream for world domination — or at least make … Read More →
Back in the Saddle, Part 2
It’s been a great day and it’s been a strange day all at the same time. While I’d like to say that I’m over the effects of my crash, the reality is that it continues to hang over my head like a weight. It haunts … Read More →
Awkward Dance Partners – The Ducati ST3 & MV Agusta F4 up The California Coast
At first there’s one. A second later comes another… And then all hell breaks loose, as a cascade of perspiration rolls forward with vengeance. It’s the first real tangible clue that you’re getting close; close to the middle of nowhere and close to California’s Central … Read More →
A 1,000 Mile Month
It’s been a rock’n few weeks for riding — With the weather turning, the skies clearing (relatively speaking) and a bit more free time then usual, I’ve some how managed to rack up just over a 1,000 miles thus far this month. While that’s just … Read More →
Into The Darknesss
Saturday evening I did the near unthinkable. I rode a motorcycle for pleasure at night. It was an experience that seems so out of character for me and yet it was both exhilarating and crazy at the same time. Quite possibly it was as close … Read More →
Serenity Rises
A blue blacktop of never-ending daylight screams across the horizon line as the machine’s pulse rises and falls in an endless cycle of movement. Rubber rips. Throttle cables advance. Gears roll on. The engine rumbles. Planted, the machine echos through out the valley floor. I … Read More →