The Ride Report

“Gross” is grabbing your helmet and putting your thumb firmly into a glob of some kind of glue or resin that’s really sticky, licking your thumb so you can wipe the glue off on your jeans, and then looking at the helmet and realizing that the glue is actually the juicy remains of a large […]

I almost killed myself and crashed my motorcycle last night, and the engine wasn’t even running. I’ve been working in the transportation department on a low budget movie the last couple of days, towing the wardrobe trailer and the honeywagon to and from the shooting locations. This show is so low budget they don’t have […]

I was lanesplitting my way up the 101 freeway yesterday through unusually heavy traffic when I caught up to a tow truck angling over to the inside lane where there was a car stopped. That explained the back-up — I figured it was either broken down or an accident. Then I did a double-take when […]

I was meeting some friends today and I decided to do a nice thing and bring a couple dozen donuts. I got a nice assortment: glazed and jelly-filled and maple bars and etcetera, and I learned something when I took the two boxes of donuts out to the bike: Donut boxes don’t fit in Road […]

I’m strictly a street rider at this point in my motorcycling career. My first taste on a motorcycle was off-road in a farmer’s beet field, but since that day back in about 1975 the only non-pavement riding I’ve done is on gravel stretches of roads being repaved. Homey don’t do dirt. My daughter, on the […]

I went down to San Diego Saturday to attend the memorial service for the wife of one of my club brothers, who was killed riding her motorcycle. I was expecting it to be a relatively small affair but, boy, was I wrong. It was huge; there were hundreds of riders there. When we turned the […]

In the seafaring world, the passage of time is marked by ringing a bell every half hour. Starting at midnight, 00:30 is one bell, 01:00 is two bells, 01:30 is three bells, and so on. This progresses up to eight bells, marking the end of a four-hour watch for the crew, then it starts over […]

In the addiction and recovery community, it is said that the first step towards recovery is admitting that you have a problem. The following quiz, ganked from Brain Bucket Magazine by way of Atlas Rider, is supposed to help figure out if you have a problem with MAS — Motorcycling Addiction Syndrome. Come, take the […]

The phone rang at 12:15 this afternoon. It was a friend, saying some of the guys were “getting together to go ride motorcycles.” Did I want to come? At that moment I was busy ripping out the disgusting, wet carpet from our guest bathroom. The toilet in there tends to back up from time to […]