As you can see from the route map, I had to stitch about five different Google Maps screenshots from my browser together to get the whole thing in one usable image. If I zoomed out to get it all, everything was too tiny to tell anything. We were riding for about four hours out of…
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One Tribe / 22 Kill Ride
So here’s the thing. I definitely stand behind this cause. Twenty-two veterans commit suicide every day. That is an insane number. We need to get help for these guys. That’s what the One Tribe foundation is all about. So I strongly stand behind it. And yesterday, I lined up with 800 other bikers to ride…
I love the wind, but come on.
So yesterday we did a pretty big ride. Two hundred miles total. And it was good. The thing I worry about most on my Scout Bobber is leaning forward so far to reach the bars. We’ve talked about this. You lean forward, that means you crank your neck up to look at the road. So…
How’s this for experience?
As you’ve probably read here, I grew up riding dirt bikes. I’ve probably spent over a thousand hours riding. Actually, I have no idea how to even quantify it. But I got my first bike when I was ten or so. It was a Yamaha 80 Big Wheel. It had the big fat tires on…
Two Little Indians
My dad’s friend, we’ll call him Charlie (because that’s his name), lives only a few miles from me. He and my dad met in grade school, some sixty-plus years ago. I’ve ridden dirt bikes with him many times, having grown up in that crowd. He’s a cool mother fucker. And he was a Green Beret,…
First Ride with the Group
Yesterday was my first chance to get to ride with the Freedom Riders Group. Finally. Every time I’ve planned to go, something has either already been on the calendar unbeknownst to me, or something has come up. Well, the first time there was a bunch of rain in the forecast. Let’s not talk about how…
Flash Mob
I needed a ride. I called my ex-wife to tell her that I would come pick up my daughter’s stuff as an excuse to get a ride in. You know how we do. So I slung on my backpack and took off down 66. I was in the second lane from left and came to…
Meetup with a Buddy
In case you haven’t read about how Scott beat me to his bike, you should go check that out real quick. Yeah. That’s him. Anyway, we finally got our bikes together yesterday. It was only appropriate that we be part of each other’s first partner ride. Awww. Isn’t that sweet? Seriously. We’ve been talking just…
Why did I wait so long?
I’ve owned three Jeeps in my life. Well, if you want to count the Grand Cherokee, which, to me is just a car, then I guess I’ve owned four. But let’s not kid ourselves. No one calls those Jeeps. When I say Jeep, I mean the kind you can climb up the side of a…
Let Freedom Ring
Every bike has a bell. We all know why they’re there. Their supposed power over street demons may be a ridiculous concept to some – like me, who is not superstitious in the least – but yet they persist. I just think they look cool. But you’re not supposed to buy your own bell. Right?…