Musings from one who writes, and rides…
This article was originally published in Motorcyclist Magazine. Last summer, feeling bold, I asked my wife if she might be interested in taking a guided motorcycle tour of the Dolomite mountain range in Italy. I ask questions like this periodically to test the bounds of what is possible—in the same way one might ask for…
Note to self: avoid shopping on eBay Motors late at night, after several glasses of red wine. The results can be embarrassing. Witness the 1970 Honda Z50 minibike now occupying a dusty corner of the garage. In the pantheon of irrational motorcycle purchases, this is surely one of my most infamous. Visitors justifiably ask if…
This article was originally published in BMW Owners News. The rain is slanting down, and I can hear the wind howling through the cul de sac where I live. I fling open the garage door, and branches fly past as if hurled by some malevolent pedestrian. Small rivers of leaves and debris rush past the…
Funny thing about this story in Motorcyclist Magazine. We did go. To New Zealand, that is… No sooner had Meredith and I left Mendocino, than big, fat drops started careening off our helmets and windshield. Fortunately, I have a strategy for these conditions, which is to ask questions through the intercom: “Honey, do you think…
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…