San Francisco Motorcycle Club & Stereotypes
Posted on January 29, 2013
Think of the leggy woman in a tiny bikini and investment-grade boobs who usually adorns a bike, then replace her with a paunchy, hairy guy. I love the cheeky role reversal.
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's much easier to over-pack for a trip than to pack just enough. Why? Over-packing requires less thought and discipline -- just pile it in.
Tetons at Night, Keep Your Focus
Posted on January 24, 2013
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?
Helmet Head, Gun Control, and News Churn
Posted on January 22, 2013
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.
In sauntered a tabby. I wondered if she had shrewdly sized me up as an animal lover or if she just assumed an air of chin-scratch entitlement with everyone.
Unlike the Egyptian pyramids or Stonehenge, which rise vertically, the Hopewells would have needed a means of flight to survey and appreciate their work.
Tender Lovin’ Care from “Squirrel Man”
Posted on January 19, 2013
