I spent today primping. Ducatis are bikes one primps. Comparing the Ducati Monster to the Harley-Davidson Sportster, Richelle announced that it was “Okay, if this bike is more of an art object.” Bless her for understanding. Off and on, I’ve been trying to understand why I see driving 2,500 miles in three days as …
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Made it home. Greeted by an IPA and my dog. Tomorrow: Unloading the Bike!
Il Mostro in the can: Fernley, NV
Il Mostro, in Black My therapist chides me for drinking Bud Light. “Don’t only frat boys, drink that?,” she says. “What can I say?,” I shrug, “I’m getting old and I gotta reckon up somewhere.” In one of my more hair-brained schemes, I lit out yesterday morning for San Fransisco to buy a 2007 Ducati …
From the Vault: Best Trip
My best motorcycle trip occurred in the summer of 2009. The trip was both my return to long-distance riding and my daughter’s first. She was ten at the time, and given that she’s a different person now, I figure I can tell it here. We moved to Boulder in 2006. I brought three red Italian …
Onwards! 