Motorcycles I Have Loved
There is something about motorcycles that us riders come to feel that they have a life of their own. They don’t of course, they are just steel and aluminum and rubber. It is just the place they hold in our hearts that gives them a soul.
Packing For A Long Motorcycle Trip
Having left on my first solo long-distance ride on my 1951 Panhead when I was eighteen years old, I had no one to advise me what to take, so I just winged it. And for better or worse, that’s the way I still do it.