Motorcycle Names
As I lay there on the doctor's couch, I felt much better after getting it all out. True, there had been some minor tears, but the doctor pretended he didn't see them. I had just finished confessing to Dr. Zundapp that I've owned six motorcycles and I have yet to name a one of them. Not one. It seems that most of the other bikers who ride long distances, seem to have an affectionate name for their "iron stallions" but not me.

Uniforms
Back in 1968 I was sitting in my neighbor’s living room, in a duplex he rented for a $100 a month, talking with a bunch of my friends.  Sitting around the room were a goodly number of “non-conformists” as we hippy types were affectionately known in those days. More....


Memories of Motorcycles Past (with pictures)
For those of you who have owned more than one motorcycle or who have been involved with riding for several years, or who have taken grief from your friends, family, and co-workers about how dangerous your hobby is, do you ever wonder how it ever got this crazy? More...


The Wave
If you are around motorcyclist for any length of time, the topic will eventually turn to “The Wave.”  “Those guys didn’t wave” or “Those guys waved and I didn’t expect them too,” etc.  Since I seem to have an opinion about most everything else I might as well put my two-cents in on this one as well.  More...


Why I Ride
Have you ever been driving down the road in your two-ton car/truck/SUV, etc., and break into an uncontrollable grin just for the shear pleasure of being in a car? No? Me neither….but I have, many times, while riding my motorcycle. More...


LOUD Pipes!!!
How many of my motorcycle lovin’ friends out there have been awakened in the middle of a very sound sleep, maybe even after you’ve just counted that 10,000th sheep in a desperate attempt to nod off, by John Q. Asshole who is winding up his trusty V-twin with aftermarket pipes, as he flies down the street in front of your three-bedroom mortgage payment at two in the morning? More...


Crotch Rockets
I’ve ridden motorcycles for quite a while but there was a space approaching 20 years when I didn’t own one of my own.  Unfortunately, I found myself in the position of depending on the “kindness of strangers” for my infrequent two-wheel fix. More...


It’s the Ride, Not the Destination… Isn’t It????
It was one of those crisp, sunny mornings in spring and I could hear my Goldwing begging me to take him out for a ride.  But where to?   Then I thought about the cliché we riders recite when we are talking to riders and non-riders alike, “It’s the ride, not the destination that counts.”  More...