Ah, the last installment of the seemingly never-ending story of a three-day journey, the trip from which reading the report took as long as the ride itself. Fear not, Intrepid Reader; the end is nigh. Even I am so tired…
A Trip to Tucson & Down Memory Lane: Part Deux
(“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…
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. …
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.…