I just got off the phone with my riding buddy and fellow lawyer, Dan a.k.a. “007.” Dan’s a devout Moto Guzzi nut and won’t ride any bike newer than 1985. I’ll bet Dan owns 20 bikes, all piles of crap if you ask me, but hey, one man’s crap is another man’s “classic.” Nonetheless, he…

Once in a while a motorcycling event presents itself and yearns to be attended. Some friends and I have been hearing about a growing bike show in Brooklyn, New York, called the “Brooklyn Invitational.” Only in its fourth year it has been gaining steam and becoming one of the preeminent vintage motorcycle shows in the…

I have been known as “Irish” since childhood. Nicknames as they are, were a staple of my childhood. Bones, Mick, Stone, Red, Gimp, all names given childhood friends short of proper monikers evidencing some abbreviated surname to dispense with the formality of actual God given names. Why? I don’t know. I’m sure the parents of…

What’s in a name? In the motorcycle industry, a lot it seems. All manufacturers have research teams to study names of new model lines. These committees study social trend and cultural norms and language terms and how these possible bike names affect the bikes’ marketability. The Harley-Davidson “beer gut” or the Honda “limb shredder” or…

Certain things you keep in your life, sometimes for love, sometimes for habit, sometimes for nothing other than you’ve simply had them a long time. People, pocket knives, your Army uniform, a favorite coffee mug and certain bikes, you just hold onto. Perhaps because they just fit. The “If it ain’t broke don’t fix it”…

I picked up the phone and a familiar old voice was on the other end. My long time pal Earl ‘The Pearl’ Perry from down near Fitzgerald, Georgia was calling to say “Hi”. A man of God, from God’s Country. Preacher Earl and I had known each other from his Sunday morning sermons at ‘Angel…

Have you ever wondered why it is that certain groups flock together? My grandparents came from County Donegal, Ireland and moved into an Irish neighborhood in New York City, to find a better life. They didn’t move to an Italian neighborhood or a Polish one or a Chinese one. They moved to an Irish one,…

I have some friends that do not see the point of migrating from the city where conveniences are a few steps out the door to the country where raccoons topple my garbage cans nightly. They are hung up with excellent cuisine, a convenient commute, hopping theatre districts, bars and pubs crawling distance from home and…

I was born in the last year of the baby boom, 1964. I missed being a President Kennedy baby by only a few months. Killed by a madman in Dallas shocking our country, thrusting a whole nation from innocence. The baby boomers I know are not much like me, as I am at their chronological…

So I concoct this plan to organize a group ride with my local Harley Owner (HOG) Group, Killer Creek Chapter #0746, Roswell, Georgia. At our June monthly meeting I invite the ‘few hundred’ members to ride with me on a “double iron butt”, 1,000 miles out and a thousand miles back to and from my…

Let me start by saying I’ve always considered myself a good long distance rider. I’ve done many “iron butts” and have put a good 15,000 on just my touring bike each year. In fact, last September, I did 14 states and 4,000 miles in 5 days and frankly, when I look at real long distance…

It was a glorious day for motorcycling today. 230 miles of twisty mountain roads, cool temps, sunshine and familiar old black leathers, with only minimal mechanical interruption. With all the headaches of business and the needs of a family, it’s hard to take long rides every week. So when I get the chance, I go…

I love my new Road Glide, it is head and shoulders above my last. Infotainment is seamless, tour bags now open with ease, 103 inches of power WAY smoother than the old 96, and the ergonomics of seat position just make sense to my ass. Not to mention the ‘Amber Whisky’ paint scheme name the…

I once knew this biker named Chuck Dodson. He was a friend of mine. Always smiling. Always happy. He lived in Senioa and volunteered a lot for ABATE and rode with the Delta riders. He worked at Delta Airlines and was a dedicated employee for many years. He gave me his phone number one of…

What have you got in your saddlebag? Look down in the bottom. Some old plugs long void of spark. Maybe a few receipts for an overpriced impulse buy at the local H-D dealer. Did you really need that Harley coffee mug or that Harley underwear? If you look really down deep, you may find some…

I have permission to publish this story. Despite the obvious momentary lapse of judgment and the possible embarrassment that goes along with it, my pal Mal has authorized me to write this story because it is mainly about him. It is about him and how he, after riding all his life, let his guard down…

There are a plethora of reasons to ride your bike. The mundane is easy. Last month I decided to break the monotony of the weekend rides to the North Georgia Mountains. My pal Rick and I decided we’d eat some fresh Maine lobsters at the end of a long day’s ride, and I mean a…

When was the last time you wore khakis out riding on your bike? Or perhaps a pair of suit pants? For that matter those black tuxedo pants with the silk stripe up the leg that your sister made you rent when she married that jerk? Oh, — NEVER? I thought so. If my calculations are…

I recently came across a story published in a Pennsylvania newspaper. The story was about a group of animal rights activists protesting the wearing of leather. It seems the activists had expanded their focus from furry clothed rich women to leather clad bikers. It seems to me a fatal flaw in calculating the reaction of…

I have always loved the classics. Classic movies: The Godfather, The Shining, Ben Hur, The Quiet Man, Easy Rider, Goodfellas, the list goes on. Classic beauties: Sophia Loren, Greta Garbo, Maureen O’Hara, Ava Gardner, etc… The same holds true for classic bikes: old HD ‘Panheads’, Triumphs of the ‘Bonneville’ variety, Vincent ‘Black Shadows’ and the…