• Stories from the Road

    Music, Movement and Girls

    Music, movement and girls. Those three go together, don’t they? How? You may be asking but let me tell you how they do for me. I have these memories in my head that live there forever, like little movies that I can watch anytime I want. Sometimes they come up when I hear a certain song, see a photo of motorcycle I owned and often if I think of a past love in my life. Like the time I met a girl at a Wrestling Tournament way back in 1984, she was from a few towns away and when she invited me to come to her house for a party,…

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    How the NS came to NE

    It was a cold and damp winter morning. I was sitting with my 1st cup of coffee for the day. My iPad out, scrolling thru motorcycle photos, messages boards and classifieds. Something I always do, I’m never not in the market for a bike. I seem to have a list of maybe 5 or 6 bikes that I would buy if I ever saw one for sale. Thankfully I very hardly see one of these “sacred cows” for sale. This day would be different! But let’s back track a bit first…all the way back to 1985! I had just discovered MotoGP racing (it was called 500gps back then) and started…

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    Love in a Field

    One of my fav spots local to me. This photo was taken a few years ago while on a ride with my old friend the KLR. Such a great motorcycle, sometimes called the mule, donkey or tractor. Why? Well this bike is about as simple as they come, single cylinder and carbureted, but also liquid cooled. Basically, unchanged since its Inception back in 1987, for 20 years that bike remained unchanged and was one of Kawasaki‘s bestselling models. I owed two over the years! Back to the spot, I’m sure many of you have been by here. For those who don’t know its location you can find this big heart…

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    Sunsets

    I’ve watched the sunset from many different spots in my life. When I’m out exploring, and I happen to be in a spot to catch it I always stop and watch. Something so simple and so easy to do. It happens every night, all around the world. It’s just another little moment to fall in love with. All these individual moments will add up to a lifetime of love. Earlier in the day I was on a lonely dirt back road, only a couple houses on this road for miles. I came around a corner and noticed a sign hung up on a tree, I was going a little to…

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    Are you coming?

    When does the journey end? Not knowing what’s around the corner is one of the best reasons to keep going down that road. The world is a great big place with so many amazing views to see. When you lose the desire to keep exploring, to keep moving and to find more of those views then that may be the end. There are times I think about the end of my journey. Will it come soon or do I have many more roads to explore? Does it go slowly or do you wake up one day and it’s done? I still have that Insatiable lust to find out what is…

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    Strings attached to you…

    All my memories have strings attached to you. From my very 1st time riding down that lonely back road in Ashburnham on a hot summer day just to get a cold coke at the local convenience store. Thank you Honda CB450. I didn’t even have my moto license when I took off and explored on that day. To my very 1st Ducati after almost 20 years of being a total geek about the Bologna motorcycle company. Riding that Yellow Super Sport down the lonely little back road in New Hampshire, listing to the arrow pipes sing! I will never forget hearing that sound for the 1st time! Learning to raise…

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    ” I shall not die of a cold, my son.”

    Atticus wrote “I hope to arrive at my deatha little late…In loveAnd a little drunk” Hunter S Thompson wrote “Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!” Then this was written “Many people die at twenty-five and aren’t buried until they are seventy-five.” By Benjamin Franklin. And so on… You see a theme here? There are so many quotes from poets, authors and famous people about the one experience we are all guaranteed…

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    What Makes A Motorcycle Special?

    What makes a motorcycle special? When I was taking these photos I over heard the couple next to me talking. Maybe in there mid 60s both wearing Harley t shirts, the gentleman says oh my this is a special bike, pointing to the beautiful SB2! Then she says, what’s so special about it looks like any other sport bike? I went next to her and leaned in and said it’s special because its a Bimota. Then she asked why is a Bimota special? Well many reasons I said, but first one is do you see any other Bimotas here? Then I explained how they name their bikes and how there…

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    How do you fill a lifetime?

    in 5 simple words “Fall in love with moments”because, before you know itall those little momentswill add up to a lifetime Some days are gloomy,find the sunshine in those days.When those moments taste so sweetCherrish that flavor. Spend a day doing nothingresting, watching the clouds float byfor moments like this is never a wastebut a treasure that too many avoid don’t just look, but…see all the placesTouch all the thingsenjoy every delicious moment There will come a daywhen everyone who is reading thisright now, will be dead.all of us… So, before the last breath you takeMake sure your lifetimeis filled with loved momentsfor those little onesadd up and will make…

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    Supermarket Flowers for Mom

    ” Oh, I’m in pieces. Its tearing me up, but I knowA heart that’s broke is a heart that’s been loved” On the particular night I remember seeing a motorcycle riding slowly in the crowd of cars. Must have been a Goldwing or a Harley Davidson touring bike, because I remember a few specific things about this bike. 1- It was huge,2-The girl on the back was wearing a bikini3- Music was blasting from it I watched that bike ride until I couldn’t see it any longer, but I could still hear the sounds of Led Zepplin long after he was lost in a sea of cars and people. I…