Made it. A touch under 700 miles. This morning, James changed the oil on the bike, made me two easy-over eggs with salsa, and gave me a hug. Adela, Chase and Christen sent me on my way with the smiles of family. Blu could not say good bye because he was, unfortunately, under house arrest …
Author Archives: Kuskin
Baker, CA
The plan to get to my daughter’s house on her birthday is shaping up.
Mesquite: Halfway
Sidestepped the storm. Now facing off with The Desert Getting a bit hot The Low Rider Sport ST. Made for high speed road work
Hunkered down in Kanosh
Hail, rain and lighting pulled over for gas just before i got caught Yikes!
The Break-In Ride
A Gas Station Breakfast in Delta, Utah The speed made me take notice. This speed is of a different order. The old speed was extracted from mechanical wearwithal. My old Harleys literally beat themselves to destruction with every power pulse. My Ducati was always warning me that a new tune up—an endeavor of engineering that …
Day One: Salt Lake City
I got out early enough and met my buddy James in Loveland. James had flown in the night before to pick up a pretty special Harley from a friend who wasn’t riding anymore. The CVO Road King Rearranging the Herd James has been around bikes all his life and took one look at my mass …
Tomorrow is the Last Day of Class
The Horses Headed to Market To state the obvious, I have been out of the saddle since the pandemic began. One chilly and wet ride out to LA last October—a story that didn’t get written up—and bunch of car trips, but otherwise, I went into hibernation. I ended up gaining some weight and losing my …
A Post-Quarantine Adventure Coming Soon
A new bike awaits
New Roads
Route 34 to Estes Park, Colorado I rode The Queen to work yesterday. Teetering through a U-turn and huffing and puffing while backing into a parking spot, I had to admit to being a little out of practice. My wrist still hurts from that July ride down PC1—the clutch work at the endless traffic stops …
Weekend Movies
Walking into the American Shelby Collection in Gunbarrel, CO. Last weekend my wonderful spouse and I went to two movies, probably more than we’ve seen in the past six months. This sudden burst of cinematic appreciation was inspired by my colleague Bob’s mention that the American Shelby Collection was just up the road, tucked away in Gunbarrel, …
Onwards! 