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
THANKFULRead More The Good Life
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.
that is what i remember of that time.Read More what is remembered (to be lifted)
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