My friends, In times like these… In these uncertain times… Now more than ever… We are all so, so tired of these phrases. I know many of you are afflicted with a crippling desire to be out romping on two…
A Trip to Tucson & Down Memory Lane
Buckle up, friends – this is a really long one. You know when I say that… well. Get a sandwich, bring the Camelbak, and don’t forget to hydrate as we go. I’ll probably have to break this up into Thanksgiving-meal-sized portions, so let’s call it:…
The One Where She Almost Dies (again)
There is a stretch of the 5 south of Del Mar Heights Road that is total crap. The grooves appear to have been engraved by an apoplectic, astigmatic, drunken orangutan who was not, strictly speaking, qualified to operate the equipment. …
Love Song
Every scratch, every scrape, every patch of dust and dirt on my bike is a love song. Each scar, a testimony to adventure. Each new layer of dirt rides along, bringing its memories with it. “That,” I can say with…
My Motorcycle is Taller Than I Am *
* Under certain conditions Trigger Warning: Harsh language, written and spoken, ahead. Last Thursday, I sent out an invitation to the dirt riders amongst the BMWOCSD folks, and four brave souls replied: Favored riding buddy Perry, Sim, whom I have…
The State of the Rider – Part One
July 30, 2018 One of the things I most want to do with this Motorcycle Playground “brand” is to talk about struggles I have. I am not a perfectly coifed, flawless rider who glides through the world like a graceful…