"No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” — Lily Tomlin
Two wheelin’ (the easy way)
Motorcyclists know that Sturgis – properly, the Black Hills Motorcycle Rally – is next week (August 8-14). Those of you who’ve been reading my personal entries know that I’m delivering motorhomes for an RV dealership. Here’s how those two things are related: Tomorrow morning I’ll leave Tucson in a new motorhome, bound for Sturgis, South […]
I read this on one of my motorcycle forums this morning: I attended my first cousions funeral today. He was buried with full Military Honors in Bowling Green KY. He was killed in Bagdad Iraq on June 14. His Armored Humvee took a direct hit from a RPQ. The State Governor was there to pay […]
Thursday – rode north out of Tucson with a dozen of my old Harley buddies. They were headed to Las Vegas for the NASCAR races on Saturday and Sunday. I rode along, but not for the races. My son and his family live in Las Vegas, and, to be sure, there’s a hash there. We […]
Be afraid. Be very afraid. This is the time of year for motorcycle toy runs. What’s a toy run? Typically, bikers gather in a park to donate toys, followed by a parade-like ride through town, led by Santa on a motorcycle. What I like about toy runs is the directness of the charity; there’s no […]
About a week after buying my Goldwing I noticed a huge gap between the instrument panel and the fairing it mounts to. I took it back to the dealership to have the panel seated correctly, and to have the windshield adjusted (it wouldn’t stay in the raised position). When I picked up the bike I […]
A thousand miles in three days, and no monkey butt . . . If, like me, you live in southern Arizona and want to go riding in northern Arizona, it helps to have a daughter living in Phoenix, right in the middle of the state. It also helps to have a three-day weekend (thanks, Chris). […]
Going down . . . but not in a good way. My last motorcycle accident was typical in that it happened within five miles of home and involved a cager (car driver) turning left. You try to anticipate cagers turning left into your path, but this one came out of nowhere. I was riding west […]
Is it just me, or did the lowest common denominator just slingshot into the lead on the back straightaway of this racetrack we call life? Donna and I both had frustrating days and neither of us wanted to cook, so we went to Hooters for wings and beer. Yeah, I know, if you want to […]