Unlike any parades I’d ever seen back east, almost everyone in this one was either on mule or horseback.
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How a pop song saved an Arizona town that the railroad abandoned and an interstate bypassed. I'm standin' on the corner of Winslow, Arizona.
I wasn't there to explore the Northwest Passage, I was there to ride the Lolo Pass. At the summit, I met Clark the biker and Henry the pannier dog, one of many canine bikers I've met.
I first learned about Redwoods in a Highlights Magazine. Forty years later I met them in person. I hope that these photos and factoids inspire you as they did me.
Trying to find a place to camp in North Dakota oil country took some ingenuity and the help of fellow campers willing to brave Yellowstone River mosquitoes.
About 100 miles north of Cheyenne, I looked around and didn't see another soul on the road. That's it, I'm gonna throttle up.
I'd seen the Tour de France on TV and noticed that they use motorcyclists for other miscellaneous duties. You probably know where this is headed.
It was lovely, and that loveliness took my mind off the many things that could go wrong after dark, like all the big animals that could run out and clobber me, leaving me vulnerable to other dangers as I waited ten or fifteen minutes for another vehicle to come along.
Admit it, now, doesn't every weathered sign pole deserve a pretty pink muffler? Especially one in Canada?
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.