Category Archives: Road Stories
There Go I…
Past. Present. Future. Expectations. Desires. Needs. Reality. Nightmares. Where does one leave off and another one begin? …and just how do you tell the difference? *** A clean run…500 miles or so…came to an uneventful end as I stuffed the … Continue reading
mmmm…barbecue…
Little ride Saturday…headed south of Houston for the ‘Gathering of the Fools’ to see a bunch of my friends and for fantastic barbecue. Blustery and cool, but it was a hell of a ride both ways. Surprise rainstorm around 11pm … Continue reading
Art. Science. Soul.
It’s just pressure…a subtle push on the right handlebar…almost a thought really, but it yields decidedly unsubtle results as I throw the Valkyrie into a hard right turn. Tires squalling, I pilot the big machine between two cars and across … Continue reading
…and I said…I’ll see you again…
Lady with her cell phone jammed in her ear changed lanes right on top of me on the commute in to work this morning. I was not in her blind spot…she made no effort to clear the lane at all…just … Continue reading
Right. Wrong. The law.
When I was a kid, a coyote (the people smuggler kind, not the Canis latrans type), dumped a truckload of illegal migrants on the road by our farm. One-hundred plus degrees, and 500+ miles from the Mexican border (Texas is … Continue reading
Be the Batman…
Ran across an entry in my journal from last summer…guess I had not blogged it. Here ya go! I hit a bat on my Valk last summer…I’ve hit them before, but never this bad. I was moving 80+, he/she must … Continue reading
A moment or a lifetime?
Blasting down the interstate, the big Valkyrie rumbling beneath me, I shudder from the cold as we tear through the night. Punching through freezing temperatures at 80 mph, the cold seeks out every imperfection in my gear and gradually saps … Continue reading
Not Broken
I knew it was going to be at best, interesting…when the man pulled out a chair and sat down uninvited at my breakfast table. A friend may do this, unexpectedly encountering me in any number of places. A stranger, simply … Continue reading
A smile by any other name…
In real life, unlike in Shakespeare, the sweetness of the rose depends upon the name it bears. Things are not only what they are. They are, in very important respects, what they seem to be. -Hubert H. Humphrey This morning … Continue reading
Contained
Riding hard through a fractured landscape, the heavy raindrops spatter and run off my clear riding glasses. The lines and droplets cut and distort the steel gray view. My helmet visor is up, having long ago become too much of … Continue reading
