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They call me Two Buck Chuck. I’m a long-time rider with more than 30 years in the saddle. I started on a little Kawasaki 90 and now I’m on a Harley Davidson Road Glide. I live in the Los Angeles area, which gives me a year-round riding season, which is something I tend to gloat about. To those snowbound folk who knock California for the earthquakes and mudslides and wildfires, I say this: Those things don’t happen here regularly, they don’t last very long when they do, and they don’t keep me from riding. You get snow every single winter, it lasts for months, and you can’t ride at all until it’s gone. So who’s worse off?

There’s a saying about motorcycles: Four wheels move the body, two wheels move the soul. And it’s true, riding a motorcycle is about more than just getting from Point A to Point B; it’s about the ride, not the destination. The world looks different from the saddle of a motorcycle. Better, closer, more vivid, more real. Once that gets under your skin, it gets all the way into your soul.

I’ll try to capture that here; bottle it for the interwebs, package it in words and pictures and send them out as pixelated fragments of life on two wheels and an engine. Reading this blog, maybe you’ll get a taste of what it feels like to have the wind rippling the skin of your cheeks, roaring in your ears and pushing you back in your saddle, the pavement blurring past just inches from your feet as you weave through a slalom course of cars driven by zombies who don’t even realize they’re in cages.

This blog will be my tales of and from the road: a ride report.

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