A night spent underground. Taking apart and putting on, watching him. Making brackets from discarded metal, soldering wires with gas and knowing exactly which to put where. And it is 11 pm and it is done, the bike is finished, for the night. And the rain has come after a day of hot, hot sun. […]Read More Like the underground; streetfighter
..how it was this summer past. I learned to ride vast canyons.Read More the Snake on Mulholland, my tires from
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It’s been one year since I bought my GSX-R. How I remember that first morning well. It was a sunny Saturday that I rode my CBR to Langley to look at a (blue) R6 with an ultra-fucked subframe and a big dent where the previous owner’s crotch had hit before he rag-dolled into the asphalt. […]Read More one year of GSX-R.
today we were welding in class. oxyacetylene welding. we welded outside, a group of 15 in the sunshine, wearing thick suede aprons, gloves, and a little cotton caps that made us look like Japanese mechanics. the sun was out for the first time in a long time. from my little window of the welder’s goggles, […]Read More how it was to get away
Highway 1 at San Louis Obispo opened yesterday after 14 months of closure. Good timing, I’d say. The coast was Beautiful, stunning, busy but stunning. In all honesty I’m too fatigued to do justice in recalling the day, so I will leave you with this: the coast on a motorbike is something else and travelling […]Read More Today’s 692 kilometers; Ventura County to San Fran
Meaning. There is so much meaning in it that I cannot begin to write what it means to me. Countless times I try, and countless times I fail. It is a motorbike- plastic on the outside; aluminum, steel, titanium and composites thereof on the inside. She is it. “She,” because she is a she; She […]Read More what “She” means to me