Anyone in the motorcycle world will tell you that the rarest motorcycle in the world is a Harley Davidson with no customization done to it.
I’ve stretched myself too thin. Time to cut the crap.
“Going for a ride, I’ll be back whenever.” I announced to who ever would hear my voice.
“I’ll forward this to Santa” he would scowl. Mom rolls her eyes.
Electronics do what electronics do on purpose.
It’s funny how we start out on something and what we think will be “the way” for our foreseeable future and what we ultimately end up with.… Read more “Coming Along”
During this “idle” period we are experiencing, I thought it an ideal time to address a few maintenance items and finish some custom work I started last… Read more “Lift Work”
There is this continuous, dreadful stream of superlatives that every living, breathing human on this planet is using to label what we are currently going through. Humanity, as… Read more “Desolation and Isolation”
I’m a little behind. No, I take that back, I’m a lot behind. As one can imagine, life gets in the way sometimes and in this case,… Read more “New Year, More Rides, Longer Rides”
Being the host of a podcast has its perks no doubt, but that’s not why I do it. On very rare occasions someone will meet me… Read more “Take It From The Top”