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The Weight of Water

The summer of 1969 stretched out endlessly, with days spent swimming in the small, unthreatening waves of Long Island Sound, family dinners in the backyard, and stick-and-ball sports played on the sticky macadam of our neighborhood streets. Steamy hot Connecticut evenings were spent with my ear pressed to a transistor radio, memorizing top-40 songs on…

Quiet Time

Sometimes I consider myself an athlete. Nothing spectacular, mind you, but dedicated in my own way. When it comes to bike racing, I’m not the strongest guy in town. But I’m not the weakest, either. I’ve also had more than my share of sports injuries. And I mean that literally. I’m counting more than a…

A Devil of a Day

Imagine for a moment that you could get a glass of chianti classico at McDonald’s, along with your Big Mac. Well, signore, your motorbike has arrived. The Ducati Diavel is just that kind of culture clash, an enticing mix of red-hot Italian style and classic American cruiser. I was lucky enough to attend the Ducati/Cycle…