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 mountain. And ahead a piece of simple, basic, brilliant tarmac that’s straddling the intersection of the two. The intersection of … Read More →
Tag Archives: MV Agusta F4
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 →
Organic Comfort
The road is rising. Lifting up. And reaching out. Searching perhaps. For where to go next. As am I… I think… Hugging the side of the mountain, the road anxiously bounces, frenetically jumping left and then right and then back left again. Over and over … 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 →
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 →
Back In The Saddle
The suit feels stiff. The zipper determined not to budge. The protective pads feel awkward. The plastic part of a junior prom gone bad. Yet as I snap the last buckle on the boot and listen to the loud pop which suggests that the strap running across the top of my foot is now locked into place, I can't help but wish that the rocket scientists who developed thermoplastic had something for a bruised ego. But they don't, so instead I'm left to my own devices. Left to battle my own demons.
Walking into the garage, it's hard to imagine that its been just six days since I laid the 999 down for the very first time.
Tick Tock
I’m standing on the edge and staring out at an endless possibility. The grandeur of one more endless daybreak. A vista that encompasses the sea and yet stands apart from it. It’s taken me such a long time to realize that ‘image really is everything’ … Read More →