The Ride Report

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 [...]

Today, the last day of the year, is deep in the heart of winter, which for much of the country means snow and ice and cold and no more riding. Not so here in Southern California; here it’s always riding season. So I closed out the year with a couple of rides.
Yesterday I [...]

I spent some time in the garage today, wrenching away on my bike. My wife gave me a WarmGear heated vest for Christmas and I needed to run power from the bike’s accessory plug for it, so of course I had to make the wiring job more complicated than it needed to be.
The vest [...]

I keep planning these grand, eloquent entries that are deep with meaning and rich with imagery — and then I keep not writing them. Which is, I think, negatively impacting the readability of this here blog. So I think I’ll switch it up a bit. Instead of dazzling you with my wordsmithing [...]

I took my daughter out for a ride with my club this weekend. One of the guys has a connection with the organizers of A Day in the Dirt and could get us in for free (which is exactly how much I think everything should cost), so he was speaking my language. We met up [...]

I was moving the bike around back to park it in the garage last weekend when the throttle cable broke. I climbed on, turned on the ignition, twisted the throttle– SNAP!
Crap.
I’m lazy, so I pointed the bike down the front driveway and feathered the clutch enough to get it going, then idled my [...]

Being the cheap bastard that I am, I’m loathe the pay the dealer to do any work that I can do myself. I install my own exhausts, I change out my own handlebars, I wired my GPS into my accessory circuit — I like to do it myself. Regular maintenance items are obviously [...]

For the first post of a motorcycle blog, where better to start than to tell how I got started riding?
My first time on a bike was when I was 13 years old in Berthoud, Colorado. A friend from school was riding his motorcycle — a little Kawasaki 90, if I recall correctly — in [...]