In 2017 I took my 72 year old mother on a 2-week trip in to the Balkans as passenger on motorcycle adventure. It may sound crazy and flat out weird, but there is more to it.Continue reading Me, my mother, and my motorcycle
Yes, “we’re having a boy”. And his name is Bucephalus. Named after Alexander The Great’s horse. Yes, I know naming a motorcycle, and calling it a boy, is lame.
It’s a bike, for crying out loud. A thing. Replaceable. I mean, Bertha is being replaced (which is a “she”, by the way). Well, not replaced. I am considering keeping her. I kinda made a promise some years back. Continue reading Bucephalus
Today, I ordered a new ride. Big Bertha is due for retirement – just don’t tell her. Not yet anyway. She has served me well, never complained. Not once.