I have ridden all my life and the only time that I have not ridden Harleys was back in the 70’s and 80’s when I couldn’t afford one. Despite the AMF days, before the big buyout (which of course, like most good investments, I did not get in on), Harleys have always been cool, even…

The 4th phase of my trip to Sturgis consisted of a tour of several state parks and national landmarks crammed into 1 day. The following is my recollection of day 4 of the great and epic trip west. Of the 58 National Parks in the United States I suspect I’ve been to less than half…

 The third phase of my trip to Sturgis consisted of a plan to ride out to the “Badlands National Park” in south west South Dakota. To me, the Badlands have always evoked a sense of rustic survival indicative of the American west. Teddy Roosevelt territory. What a perfect backdrop to an old school sidecar day…

The second phase of my trip to Sturgis consisted of a rather unorthodox endeavor. I have often heard that in the 1 week of the Sturgis bike rally, with its three quarters of a million bikers, you can be anyone you want to be. If you could transport yourself to another biker dimension who would…

I have never “done” Sturgis.  I’ll be 50 in a few months and it seemed to me the next step. Daytona, Laconia, Americade, Myrtle Beach, Love Rally, been there done that. Sturgis is my elusive one. You blink, and you’re too old to do anything. So without blinking, I decide not only should the trip…

So last night Yvonne is out with our daughter who has freshly become a teenager to so some ‘girl stuff’, whatever that is. I don’t ask. I’m home with my boy sitting on the couch in our underwear watching the Braves beat the Cubs, eating popcorn. ‘Boy stuff’. The drama and stress of the day…

You meet the damndest people on the open road out on your bike. I would venture a guess that you’ve never met a witch. Well, the same cannot be said of me and 3 of my pals two summers ago. We had ventured to a bike show in New York City, and not had the…

If you log onto YouTube and punch in my name with “Fall Foliage Iron Butt” you will find a short video of a trip made this fall on my Harley bagger 2,500 miles in the course of a very long weekend. The true purpose was to get in one last breathtaking view of the changing…

Several years ago, some pals and I were at the Talladega Speedway Grand Prix Track , ripping around the track on sport bikes with the relative proficiency of 40ish wannabe racers. Our bikes hailed from all over the world. A collection of Ducatis (from Italy), a few speed triple Triumphs (from England), a gaggle of…

I have had a great life of motorcycling. If it were to all end today, I can’t say that I have had many regrets. The Baja Peninsula on a 500 single, Steve McQueen style perhaps. The Pan American Highway on a dual sport, right through to Mexico. Yea, I would have liked to have gotten…

Those of you that have read my ‘Musings’ know of my occasional proclivity for long distance rides. I’ve done them in themes, races, fundraisers, and contests, but never as an excuse to get a good meal. It is an unfortunate fact that getting a good bagel in Atlanta can sometimes be a chore. I’ve put…

I was born in 1964. The last official year of the baby boom and three months after John Kennedy was assassinated. I’m too old to be a Gen X’er and certainly feel too young to be a ‘Boomer.’ However, I was 10 years old in 1974 when the character Arthur Herbert Fonzarelli first appeared on…

There are certain 2 wheeled phenomenons in a biker’s life that unfortunately, can slide by without notice. If you have not yet done at least 5 of the following 10 biker events or venues you are selling yourself short on true life altering biker experiences: (1) Daytona Bike week, (2) Sturgis, (3) Laconia, (4) The…

My buddy, George, came down to Atlanta to ride in the mountains last year and was dragging all weekend, like a hung over college freshman. I rode his butt three days straight for being a lightweight. “Man, you’re turning into an old fart!” We rode a bunch of miles and he couldn’t keep up. I…

Isn’t it odd how you associate certain sights or smells of youth with events or times in your life that trigger memories? The smell of bleach always brings me back to my grade school cafeteria, and Sister Vincent/Teresa. Diesel fumes to my father’s work truck, idling beside our house on winter mornings before school. Certain…

I once tried a criminal case on behalf of a client where the facts were awful against us, the law was not on our side, and my client was guilty in every conceivable way, including in his taped confession. Despite the 6 witnesses testifying against him and the FBI Agents who watched him commit the…

Have you ever look around your office or your job site and noticed that everyone is getting younger and younger? Or perhaps look across at the driver next to you in traffic and realize it’s likely a teenager, in Mom or Dads car. Those drivers look younger and younger, the older I get. Sometimes disconcertingly…

If you are new to motorcycling, or are too young to have owned more than a bike or two, this article may not be of any interest to you. To appreciate these words, you must have a few years of biking and few miles of riding and perhaps earned that road taught wisdom that inevitably…

Odometers are a funny thing. We want ours to show lots of miles to prove our metal and illustrate the miles we have logged on our bikes. However, a ‘low mile’ bike is a thing to covet for collectors, or when purchasing to ensure good value, or when selling to get top price. It’s the…

As I write this article, tapping away on a small laptop, I sit in a pub in Helen Georgia called “The Hay Loft.” It is reminiscent of an old German Inn tucked into the countryside of the ‘black forest.’ I last rode there in 1984 aboard a ’76 Ducati GT 750. Today, I am on…