"No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” — Lily Tomlin
Two wheelin’ (the easy way)
A few more photos from my motorcycle trip. Click any photo to enlarge: Top row, left to right: Riding lessons for my grandson Quentin, 4/24/10 Spring Mountain to Pahrump, en route to Death Valley, 4/25/10 Bottom row, left to right: Old borox mine, Death Valley, 4/25/10 California poppies in the Mojave Desert (w/bee), 4/26/10 My […]
Day three of my Las Vegas trip. Drove up Friday with the motorcycle loaded on my trailer. Rode to Laughlin Saturday to check out the annual River Run, checked out the classic car display at the Riverside Casino, walked through the vendor displays out front, participated in a loud pipe Harley traffic jam, then rode […]
I’ve been planning a motorcycle trip for two months, and tonight am on the eve of it. There have been some inevitable last-minute changes. Originally I was going to ride from Tucson to Flagstaff via back roads, spend the night in Flag, then ride on to Vegas. But it’s snowing in Flagstaff, so I’m trailering […]
From an interesting blog post by Julian Sanchez: One of the more striking features of the contemporary conservative movement is the extent to which it has been moving toward epistemic closure. Reality is defined by a multimedia array of interconnected and cross promoting conservative blogs, radio programs, magazines, and of course, Fox News. Whatever conflicts […]
During our weekend visit with the kids in Las Vegas, my son Gregory and I once again checked out a pair of BMW motorcycles. We did the same thing last year (when we rode an R1200RT and an R1200 GS). This year we rode a K1200GT and another R1200GS. Neither of us had ridden the […]
I rode my motorcycle to El Paso and back over the weekend; east on Friday, west on Sunday, racking up just over 700 miles. Interstate all the way, smooth, almost boring. If you’ve taken I-10 across southern New Mexico and Arizona, you know it’s all open desert . . . fly-over country, as they say. […]
Posted to a Goldwing forum yesterday: Thanks to my friend Ed, mounted and balanced in the comfort of his heated garage. And no wobble, at least for awhile . . . actually, the second set of tires I ran on this motorcycle, D250s, never cupped or wobbled. If only they had lasted longer . . […]
0630: Alarm goes off. Much to do if I’m to leave by 0800 — shave, brush teeth, shower, make coffee, get the bike ready, pack what I’ll need for the day, etc. 0700: What was that? Thunder? Hard to tell with the shower blasting. Maybe Donna’s moving the dressers around. I sure hope so. 0710: […]