The author, his motorcycle and his job for a week.Early may sunshine gently warmed formerly frozen pavement as the old Electra Glide made its faithful way along the small, secondary South Carolina hwy. Dressed in only boots, Levs and thermal shirt, I relaxed into the finely forested scenery that lined either roadside. It was a […]
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Years ago… Early summer wasupon us and perfect weather oversaw this journey as the two heavilyloaded motorcycles picked their way slowly through the strikinglygreen forests of one small Virginia highway. Behind my aging ElectraGlide Michelle followed on her old Honda Shadow. Five yearsearlier, having never ridden a motorcycle before, Michelle had paid$700 for that
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Again I’d worked for tire vendors at the Daytona rally. That was over now. The mid March date still held winter over most of the country and I had no intention of moving into the fringed north until warmer spring months. There was money to last and plenty of free time. I might take a
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Sunshine glistened off the pacific ocean at our left while the Malibu mountain range rose abruptly to the right. Sandwiched between these two landmarks, we traveled north along California’s famous Hwy-1. It was a warm southern California winter day, the old FL was fully loaded with my gear, and all 105-lbs of Little Laura
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It was the winter of 2015 and, having lived at Hollywood houses for better than two weeks, I’d become almost used to this strange world of constant parties, movie sets with filming in the back yard, the occasional visiting celebrity, and the making of music and music videos. For me however, life in the relative
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It was years ago, while staying with an eccentric entrepreneur who surrounded himself with old motorcycles and ragged biker types in Milwaukee Wisconsin, that I experienced a very unique adventure. In fact, the situation was so outrageous I’ve thought of writing it but have no idea where to start. The Compound, as JP’s place was
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Note: I wrote this piece a long time ago. It was never submitted for publication because I figured that, in the light of such unorthodox outrageousness, this story would be rejected. But I think its time has come. The images were shot with film, which most of mine was ruined in a flood. These few
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It was almost midnight as the flat and lonely Kansas country road led onward into the distance. Although seasonal daytime temperatures now soured into the100s, this night ride was cool, beautiful, slightly surreal, and devoid of sunburn. Absentmindedly I stroked the gas tank of the trusty old Electra Glide who’d been my closest companion
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Winter, 2014 – Read Part 1 Here. Compared to the U.S., deep Mexico is another universe; but after two weeks in the city of Oaxaca I was beginning to settle in. My $3.50 a day campground was set, membership in a local gym offered something of a daily routine, and I’d begun to meet
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Deep in Mexico now. Here the world, as I know it, does not exist. All the rules, land, and language, are different. The roads had become potholed and twisted as they ran through such jungle foliage as the U.S. has never seen. With only a motorcycle for company, I rode alone.
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