Musings from one who writes, and rides…
Originally published in “On the Level,” the official magazine of the BMW Riders Association. My friend James has owned a succession of “perfect” motorcycles—a couple dozen, at last count. You’ve never seen such a parade of perfection. With each new acquisition, he’ll call and say something like: “You can’t believe this bike I just bought: the suspension,…
Originally published in “On the Level,” the official magazine of the BMW Riders Association. The common perception is that when it’s time to die, motorcyclists go in great, dramatic bursts of fire and smoldering metal. In my experience, the truth is far more mundane, and involves CT scans, insidious cell reproduction, and shelves of prescription drugs.…
This article was originally published in the BMW MOA magazine. In my younger days, motorcycle adventures involved unfurling a not-so-sweet-smelling sleeping bag in the dunes, eating a UFO (Unidentified Food Object) from a rusty pot, and washing the dinnerware with river rocks. Cold hands were warmed on protruding cylinder heads. Showers were an imagined luxury,…