one year of GSX-R.

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. […]

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how it was to get away

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, […]

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what “She” means to me

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 […]

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