When we motorcyclists say we've got "helmet head" it's understood that we're referring to our funky hair. I've come to a different definition of helmet head over time, though.
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The immigration agent asked, “What is the purpose of your trip sir?”
Wallenda presented his passport and replied, "To inspire people around the world to follow their dreams and never give up."
Just as we were loading out, the llama went into his guard mode, stamping and making a sound that I can't describe (but which you can hear on the podcast -- just hit the button). Coyote alert!
To my left, over the Postmaster’s door, was a mural that I somehow knew, even without an art history degree, had been hand painted in my grandparents’ time.
When someone hits a rough patch in life, it's difficult to know what you should say, or if you should just keep your mouth shut. Here's advice from a widower.
New Year’s Day is a great day for pushing your life’s reset button, and this series is designed to support you, using what I've learned from my own life reset.
Every day of each road trip has its own theme. The first week of my 2012 road trip dished up plenty of chances to exercise flexibility and to get my ego in check.
Helmet time often produces deep thought. On my motorcycle for 40 days this summer, I had a lot of helmet time.
Stereotypes of "who" knits and "who" rides a motorcycle are abundant and contradictory. I do both!
Last year I met dozens of people who wanted to tell me about how cancer had touched their lives. Some gave me trinkets and mementos in the name of their loved ones.