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
Wednesday. Wednesday to hit the hills. There are no cops out on Wednesdays. Wednesdays in the mountains and Wednesdays in the mountains are good, and quiet. My bike and I and past-present-future. My bike and I and dips and swoops and curves. My bike and I are throttle happy. Throttle happy on Wednesdays.Read More Like Wednesday.
Blessed existence. Went for a ride on Saturday. A real ride. A Saturday wake-me-up in full-leathers. Mist through the mountains. The usual weekend Sea-to-Sky bustle, cops out full throttle, making living, making quota- keeping one’s eyes open, making one’s heart quicken. thick on the throttle and thick in the wind and feeling the weight of […]Read More Like the “there is Nothing like it”
I rode the Duffey Lake Loop many times last summer, commuting from William’s Lake to Vancouver. To and from the ones I care for deeply, making it all the more heartfelt. If only one thing I take from that summer it is that road. It was a May morning, the weekend after my truck accident […]Read More Duffey Lake, Notes from
..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.