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…
Mr. BiteGuard Leads a Ride
I’ve had too much on my mind lately, and what better way to clear my head than to scare myself half to death? Sure! How about a dirt ride? Great! A dirt ride with Scott D (aka, Mr. BiteGuard?) PERFECT.…