Like previous posts (here), this entry is an edited excerpt from my road journal. Forgive in advance its erratic nature. Is the desire to go westward innate in Americans? Has…
My theories are varied as to why there has been another sudden increase in the broader population’s interest in motorcycles and riding. I tend not to chalk it up to…
Early pink tinted light was just beginning to pour into the room when I rolled over and stared at the glowing face of the clock. 6:37 am. I wanted to…
In the heat of the day, like some desert creature retreating out of the glare of the high sun, we had to stop, to refuel, to hydrate, to take a…
Have I ever mentioned that I am not a big hamburger eater? I’m not. It isn’t the flavor so much as the texture and more often than not they are…
Few things in the world are as at once beautifully calming and breathtakingly overwhelming a glimpse into the infinite as the view from a mountaintop. A selection of photos from our ride to…
After the hundred mile mark everything funnels into one steady stream of conscious, a oneness with the entire expanse of the infinite, ticking off, inch by inch, mile by mile,…
If you take the flat ride west across the northern section of Oklahoma along Highway 412, just before you reach the panhandle chop hills suddenly appear, low red dirt mesas…
Tradition is the deepest foothold of roots, the fragile often understated and overlooked fibrous roots that hold the whole system together. Long after the details of why are gone, generation…
In keeping with its usual fashion, the weather in the Sooner state took a wide swing back toward the warmer side last Saturday, and knowing this in advance we planned…
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