This motorcycle trip began with a bus ride. I could say it began when I left our home in Thetford Center, Vermont, but Kathy was driving me…

Day before yesterday was a hard day. I know, because the Gremlin Chaser lost a wing and Bone slipped a disc.

After the oohing and aahing, Day 2 got down to the work of prepping the bike for a 600-mile run up to Vancouver Island and back. Day 2 was…

Back at the motel in Sandpoint, Idaho, the flirty, late-thirtysomething lady checking me in was obviously a story. We’d met a minute and a…

Riding, not writing.