…..and even cleaning up dog poop in the back yard.
The impact was slightly….. what’s the word?…… Abrupt.
When I’m riding my bike, I’m in the zone. Okay, maybe not “the” zone, but a zone none the less. That is to say, I’m oblivious to… Read more “Wait, what?”
Counting this most recent trip, I have been to Bermuda six times. So it’s fair to say that I like it there. The interesting thing about it… Read more “Pastel Colors and Narrow Roads”
Most days when I go for a bicycle ride, I’m just out there pedaling the miles away. Nothing out of the ordinary is going on, no unusual… Read more “Ride by Mooning”
Little did I know back on September 27 of 2018 that that ride would be my last one for six months. When I finally got to take… Read more “The Long Wait”
What is it with me and boat launches. I don’t get it. Every time I go for a motorcycle ride and I decide to stop and take… Read more “Boat Season”
That is the question. With all of the available options, which one, or ones, do we do? So now that the season is upon us, we torture… Read more “To Rally or Not to Rally”
As a motorcyclist, winter is a pain in the ass. As a cyclist, winter is my foe. As a motorcyclist, if it snows, I’m S.O.L.. As a cyclist,… Read more “When you can’t ride outside…”
Mother Nature has never ridden a motorcycle, a mountain bike or a road bicycle. Mother Nature has not, does not, will not ever do the things we… Read more “Mother nature is not a motorcyclist”