I generally like to keep my motorcycle writing a mix of fun and information. This content could be construed as controversial, but at least I hope to get you thinking. Disclaimer: No animals were harmed nor child labor used in the writing of this piece. Last week I spoke to a riding buddy of mine…

I am in the winter of my discontent. Biker discontent. Like John Steinbeck’s protagonist Ethan Hawley in Steinbeck’s last Novel written in 1961, I yearn for more. Though my discontent is fueled by lack of good riding days. Steinbeck’s character yearned for social status and power, neither of which can get me any better riding…

I have nothing against golf. I have attempted this activity many times in my life. I find it a pleasant endeavor filled with polite well dressed men and women in genteel surroundings marked with civility and manners. Technically, I sometimes enjoy the “good walk spoiled”, excepting the part where I suck at it. Despite my…

Once in a while I have good bike trip dreams. Twice a year I try to conceive a big motorcycle trip that has real possibilities. Epic, as the kids say nowadays. Not just to dream, but to plan and to execute such a trip. I occasionally spin an old school globe perched on my desk…

Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy and VANITY. The 7 deadly sins. Often quoted. Seldom understood. The ‘Cardinal’ sins as they are often called have been the downfall of many a man and perhaps a few civilizations. I’ve heard it argued that one leads to another and another and so forth. But isn’t each of…

“Two Wheels Only,” the North Georgia motorcycle resort, that has been a great motorcycle destination for almost 30 years, is officially CLOSED. For those of you who have never had the pleasure of visiting T.W.O., it was a motorcycle only resort and campground in the North Georgia Mountains, 16 miles north of Dahlonega. The resort…

A few months ago, I think I wrote about an upcoming trip I was taking with my crew of vintage Harley aficionados. An old school ride on Panheads and flatheads up to New York’s great Hudson Valley. My annual ritual ride home. One of our stops was to visit an old biker friend, Jeff, who…

I grew up with 2 cosistant pastimes in my family. The great outdoors and motorsports. I do not think there was a weekend in my youth that did not encompass either camping or motorsports of some sort or even perhaps both of these activities wound into one. I was also a dutiful Boy Scout, an…

Last summer I had a long week of being a real full time biker. Usually, I have to mix up biker fun with lawyer duties and Dad stuff and house chores, etc… The planets simply came into alignment on the biker side of my life and the week was just full of biker activities that…

I have heard it said that the happiest 2 days of a boat owner’s life are the day he buys his boat and the day he sells it. I suppose something of the same can be said of bikes. I have an old friend named Fred, who retired well and despite not riding much, has…

What a week! Sometimes being in the Biker Lawyer business is rough. This week, two clients run smack over on their bikes by drivers with no insurance, other clients confessing to FBI on hidden camera, and someone in my office keeps stealing my damn pomegranate juice from the fridge! Is nothing sacred? So, by the…

I am not one of those obsessive ‘iron butt’ guys. You know, the 10 day, 10,000 mile type. But you could say that I am a moderately rigid butt guy, but iron, NO, not me. To be a proficient ‘iron butt’ guy you’ve got to be kind of a loner, a masochist, a compulsive overachiever…

I’ve ridden my share of bikes in this life. I can’t think of a brand I haven’t piloted at one point or another. Even odd stuff like Ural, KTM, Garelli, Moto Guzzi, and Matchless, despite my Harley proclivities. I’ve been lucky to throw a leg over enough bikes to fill a parking deck. With bike…

So there I was out on the interstate with an early 40’s Harley Davidson. It chugs along surprisingly well on the modern highway. Tall rear sprocket, short front! Cars cruise by on my left perhaps slowed by the appearance of an odd character astride a 70 year old contraption clunking and banging along at 60…

My college art professor, whose name now escapes me, once said “art is whatever moves your soul.” Taken on its face, this statement allows us to appreciate many mediums as art, be they music, dance, pottery or metal sculpture or machine. Can you tell where I am headed with this? All that is necessary is…

Last summer my friend Dan Forrest invited me to come down to a motorcycle rally he hosts in Warm Springs, Georgia known as the “Xtreme Rider Rally”. The Rally was on a warm weekend in April, generally the same time each year. Dan’s in the business and his biker apparel shop of the same name…

Have you ever received a gift you didn’t deserve? Ever? Me either, until a few years ago. Have you endeavored to really clean out your basement? Ever? Me either, until recently. These two questions became inextricably tied together for me recently. Here is how: At the bottom of a very long ‘Honey-Do’ list at home…

Well, it finally happened to me. I hear about it all day long. I represent those who have done so. I watch and cheer for it on speed channel. But, I finally had the big one. I crashed (and burned) my Suzuki Hayabusa in the north Georgia mountains on Highway 19 just outside Dahlonega. Ladies…

 I think back to November 26th, 2002. I remember it because it was 2 days before Thanksgiving that year. It was unseasonably cold in Atlanta with temps in the 20’s and 30’s. Good riding weather had retired for the year along with the warm summer sun. I called my brother in law Keith across town…

I love the custom of naming inanimate objects, especially vehicles. Personifying them with a moniker, endearing the object to us, identifying it as our own. Especially when we put a nametag on a bike, owned and loved through miles and years and good times and bad, when done with purpose and meaning. I’ve known many…