Road Stories

7/18/01
Title if the wife (acquired later) named it: “Honey, you’re an idiot.” Continue reading →

7/19/01
(soft pop) “AwwwwwwwwwwwwwSh*ttttOwwwwwwwwwwwwwGhhhhaaaaaYuckkk!” Continue reading →

10/30/01
1934 miles. One-thousand-nine-hundred and thirty-four miles. As I took leave of James at his place I asked him with a grin, “Want to go again?” Continue reading →

2/11/02
…there is not a red-blooded male . . . no real man on the planet . . .that could have done otherwise…
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4/12/02
Basically “The Dragon” is in small pieces scattered all over the garage. Continue reading →

4/23/02
Then my brain really grabbed hold of the question. It chewed on it a moment, analyzed it, informed me that it definitely knew the answer, calculated, referenced, imaged, booked additional “left brain” processing time, shuttled, condensed, expanded, distilled, put the whole thing to music, pondered it some more, then it firmly refused to answer. Continue reading →

4/23/02
Drats…. Continue reading →

5/02/02
Misdemeanor assault is only $140 fine… Continue reading →

5/08/02
On the rare occasions when I am not actually riding, “Well Oiled Machine” and “The Dragon” sat in the garage and growled at each other. When it came time to ride (and that is very often for me) both machines vied for my attention with sometimes blatent plays on my emotions. Whatever the choice, I somehow felt that I had let the other machine down. Continue reading →

5/16/02
Where the hell is a rocket launcher when you really need one? Continue reading →

6/9/02
We have a limited number of days. Let’s ride. Continue reading →

8/27/02
Is the prey . . . really the prey? Continue reading →

9/9/02
What will we make of it?
Her, The Dragon, and me? Continue reading →

9/18/02
Mistake #1—Pulling a gun on a Texan, especially one who is minding his own business.
Mistake #2—Not immediately firing it after pulling a gun on a Texan. Continue reading →

04/11/04
It may have been inevitable-the universe’s way of saying, “Yo! Dude! Yeah you! Tone it down a couple notches will ya?” Continue reading →

July 13, 2009
I smiled at the old man, “Hello Mr. Akin.”

“Yes. I know.” Continue reading →

12/29/2010
I am a rider. I am other things as well…but I am a rider to the core. There is a truth that long days alone on the highways can teach…a truth that we all must learn…rider or not…in order to do more than simply survive. Continue reading →

There is an unwritten rule about handling motorcycles: If you do something silly or stupid, there are inevitably witnesses. The stupider your action, the more witnesses.

I used to think there were exceptions. Continue reading →

Standing in the garage…not knowing why I had gone there, the keys to The Dragon dangling from my hand. I shrugged, mounted the big cruiser, and stuck the key in the ignition. …and the world exploded. Dreaming men are haunted … Continue reading →

The big bike grumbled beneath me. “Hey boss?” She sounded forlorn. “Yeah babe.” “We’re gonna be together forever, right?” *** Running into the night. Reveling in the wind. Hoping to clear my mind. Problems I can’t solve. Plans I need … Continue reading →

Things learned during my commute number 2,345,208, volume 47, part 2, the sequel: When riding in an incredibly intense thunderstorm, and lightning strikes so close by that the big bike stutters in the instant I hear the *snap* and feel … Continue reading →

“If you can’t take the heat, don’t tickle the dragon.”
-unknown Continue reading →

…where the heck would I get an old Cessna engine/prop, 24 pounds of black powder, a realistic orangutan suit, a Bull-Taco, and a 1972 Gremlin in THIS economy? Continue reading →

There’s a spot between awake and asleep…between life and death…a place created by the struggle between the conscious and the sub-conscious. A place where the id lives, anything is possible, and the demons are free to play. It’s not always … Continue reading →

10/7/2011
“You know what?” she grabbed me playfully.
“What babe?” I stepped in the house and locked the door. Dropping my bag, I turned and let her lead me to the bedroom.
“Riding makes you horny.”
“Heh…that it does babe.”

It was going to be a good night. Continue reading →

10/27/2011
Instinct, passion, and perception…discouraged in polite society…are required here. Continue reading →

11/22/2011
“WHAT!?” I replied in the same tone. Cop or no, I wasn’t in the mood for any bullshit tonight.
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Long ride. Intensely lonely. The moon, the darkness, the empty road, and the lonely wail of the valk my only company. Introspection. Time for thoughts. Moods darken and change. The passion rises, and then, unfulfilled, calls forth the darkside of … Continue reading →

12/16/2011
Clean is fine. Clean is good. Clean is what you do so you can see how dirty you can get her. Continue reading →

01/11/2012
An angel. A demon. Perhaps a god.

Maybe all three. Continue reading →

3/19/2012
I know the piper will need to be paid, and I know I’ve run up one *hell* of a bill. Continue reading →

4/21/2012
Most people have no clue how close to the edge they are at any given time or situation. Motorcyclists, true riders, have no such blinders. The shadow of death rides with us, always. Continue reading →

04/26/12
The dance continues until the universe ends…

Which will it be today? Continue reading →