Two Wheeled Tales

Things happen in the past that always come back to haunt you at some point, some good and some bad. Roebling Road Raceway in Savannah, Georgia is one of those. My first time at the track in 1990 was on a brand new Yamaha FZR400 with a freshly earned expert license. Eager to get the […]

Campboy hasn’t been the same since our cross-country ride in ’97. In fact, I haven’t been quite the same, either. But Campboy is much worse than I am . . . at least in my opinion. Campboy started a bike project following Laughlin this year that he thought would solve his problems, at least with

If you're moving out of California, the first location pick usually isn't Utah, but it was mine. After almost 25 years, I'm still glad I did. As far as I can tell, Utah is not a hot bed for motorcycle activity, except for the FIM Super Bike series which is here this weekend. (It just

There were too many boxes to pack on the bike so Sullivan hauled his kids' Christmas gifts to the UPS office in his boss's van. A worn out but sympathetic clerk took his money, reminding him that the holiday was only two days off and there was no way the kids would get the presents

The cemetery, the morning we brought poor dead Mokes to it, was quiet. Very quiet. The Spring sun in the blue sky was quiet. The air was quiet. The birds were quiet. And the small group of mourners standing over by a gravesite in silent prayer, they were quiet too. We approached the group with

Tinker saw a bike stalled at the side of the country road and pulled over. It’s what you do, hurry or no.“You okay?’ The question was superfluous. A gormless spottie stood irresolutely beside his neglected-looking Japanese one-lunger. “Crapped out on me, didn’t it. Now the pig won’t even start.” Spots lit another fag; there were

Tinker stood in the tiny cubicle and relaxed. His reflection finally appeared in the mirror and he combed the tangles out of his silvered black hair , tying it back in an inconspicuous queue. His full beard had been trimmed, even worn a clean shirt and tie. Quick check of the wrist watch, deep breath–Show

It was a small house, even had a chimney, cost me $35. I wanted to kick it's resident's ass. Bruno, the name sure sounds tough, but any wimp could have him running for cover. That's my German shepherd pet, and he was in his single room home hiding his face in his fairly strong paws.

“If God did not exist, it would be necessary to invent him.”–Voltaire (1694 – 1778)When I first took to the road, I only desired to experience firsthand what was known exclusively to the earliest of worldly explorers. Discovering not just a new place, but living a new life, a new culture, a new fuck under

The smell of Wild Turkey mixed with the spicy boiling Top Ramen scent on Iron Buffalo’s single apartment stove. A loner, he worked for Custom Chrome, lifted weights and tinkered with his only major possession: a hot rod chopper. He sipped the drink as he stirred the vegetables and steak-chunks and thought about his recent