The Sunday Ride

The Sunday ride can take many forms and many routes. My Sunday rides started with desert races and enduro’s on a Bultaco Matador. Then, when I was old enough for a drivers license, I rode the same Matador all over the place…it was street legal…it had to be for enduro’s. The hills of the San…

Safety vs. Revenue

I’ll steal the motto of the Los Angeles police department here..”To Protect and Serve”. I think it is basically what most law enforcement agencies believe is their mission. A noble mission it is and I admire those that that put their lives on the line each day. But there a few flies in the ointment…

Trade offs

Sometimes when you want something you have to give up something, that’s just life. A little less pasta at dinner means you can have Tirramisou for desert. I want a new motorcycle, the wife says sure go ahead, but…you have to get rid of one or two first. Oh, uh..OK, I guess. “ But honey,…

The Sound of Music

Any truly dedicated motorcycle rider will tell you that there is music in the sound of their motorcycle. Whether it’s the ‘potato, potato, potato’ sound that Harley Davidson tried to trademark,(or patent, I can’t remember which), the scream of a high revving inline four from Japan, the distinct cadence of an Italian V-Twin or the…

Friends and racing

What does a group of derelict, ex-motorcycle racers do when they get together…besides drink beer, talk about bikes from way back when and remember how fast we used to be? Easy, we watch racing on TV, of course we do move the TV out to the garage so we can smell motorcycles while watching the…