There are always reasons not to take a ride. For the past few years they’ve overwhelmed me. I bought this beautiful bike, truly a Harley for all times, in April 2022 from my friend James, and have put a whopping 3,000 miles on it since. In the midst of recovering from rotator cuff surgery this …
Author Archives: Kuskin
At Long Last the Adventure Resumes
To be continued tomorrow!
Train. Life. Part Two
If Texas is dry then California is uneven. Since morning I watched the sky and since morning it is unchanged, a strange shell impossibly near but otherwise enveloping all. Sewn into rolling hills and foothills of mountains patched here and there with varied gum and iron bark breeds the spent husks of their kind …
Train. Life. Part 1
While I was riding from LA back to Colorado, my dear friend Justin Adock was taking a lifetime trip by Amtrak from Mississippi to Oakland. I’ve known Justin for twenty years now. We’ve done a few short comics together, and he just published the fantastic gothic piney woods western, Into the Pines. Pick up a …
Home
Nothing profound today, but I arrived home safe and sound to my beautiful wife, and loving dogs. Which is profound indeed!
Back in the Saddle
Location: Green River, Utah. Milage: 675 Current State: Edging toward bed. What came of the Rocket Sled? Wither Kuskin and his trip to Los Angeles? What of his duties at the University of Colorado Boulder. Wonder no more. Our last adventure had me arrive on my daughter’s birthday, only to find the door quite literally …
La Cresenta, CA
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 …
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 …
Onwards! 