(“That girl certainly talks a lot about her various vices”/”They’ll never put THIS into the club newsletter” Edition) There is very little moto-content here, but it’s all part of the trip. Trigger warning: There is a lot of talk about…
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…
Whose Face is This?
It’s a well-known fact amongst my people that when there is a camera pointed at me, I cannot make a normal human face. I am afflicted with The Chandler Syndrome, and the struggle is real. For the last year or…