L.A. NolanRiding With The HerdHe’s a friend, he is. Sammy. More than that, he’s a brother, well secured within the ranks of an infamous motorcycle club, of which I am…Sep 11, 2020Sep 11, 2020
L.A. NolanHunter or Hunted? Karnataka Style Cat & MouseMy hands were aching. My thighs had gone numb. With a cool, steady breath, I forced myself to release the death grip I had on the…Mar 14, 2019Mar 14, 2019
L.A. NolanFive Peaks Of PanchachuliTwo odd angle shafts of dim yellow head light cut through the predawn ink we were shrouded in. They bobbed and bounced, illuminating wisps…Dec 29, 2018Dec 29, 2018
L.A. NolanTen Things You Never Ask A BikerEvery established group, click, sub-culture, organization or club has its own traditions and taboos. Granted, if you are not a member of…Nov 23, 2018Nov 23, 2018
L.A. NolanThe Himalayas, My Meeting With Mt. EverestA snort of bemused laughter burst through the taxi. I am not overly proud of my laughing snort and try to avoid it. However, despite my…Nov 15, 2018Nov 15, 2018
L.A. NolanJuly Is An Odd Ole Month — 1977Not too long before I left Canada to make India my home, I had occasion to find myself sitting in my mother’s basement apartment at my…Jul 2, 2018Jul 2, 2018
L.A. NolanLife Is Not A Highway, It’s A Village RoadLife’s like a road that you travel on When there’s one day here and the next day gone Sometimes you bend and sometimes you stand…Feb 23, 2018Feb 23, 2018