Made it to Richfield, UT. Now to search out some food.
Author Archives: Kuskin
Sunny Mesquite!
It’s hot! But from here on we gain elevation. Always looking on the bright side!
Baker.
Getting hot.
Time to roll
I-15 is open and I’m hitting the highway.
Back on the Road….
…or not! I flew out to LA today with the intention of getting the Sportster and riding it back through the desert over the weekend. It turns out a truck filled with lithium batteries crashed near Barstow, closing I-15 for the day. I don’t believe northbound is open yet. I can make it through the …
Industrial Art
2006 Harley Davidson FLSTSCI Springer Softail Classic I like time-tested design. Time-tested design resists obsolescence. Many time-tested things survive in the marketplace by heading upmarket. Rolex Watches and Mont Blanc pens are good examples of this phenomena. But time-tested design isn’t necessarily luxurious by definition. It’s functionality isn’t necessarily quantifiable either: the Colt 1911 pistol, …
Independence Day
Grilling on the 4th of July For the Fourth of July, Helen and I grilled up a rack of ribs, a few ears of corn, some peppers, and a couple of mushrooms. After that we sat down for a double feature: Easy Rider followed by the original Planet of the Apes. My goal was, of …
Manage Fear
The Harley Davidson Low Rider ST. A great bike. I just can’t praise it enough. Last night I washed the Rocket. Today I took it down to High Country Harley Davidson for an oil change. Brett is going to experiment with changing the risers that hold up the bars—what more can I ask? Thanks, …
Fifty-Nine Years Old
Birthday Greetings! I hit 59 today. That’s years not miles per hour. Helen set out presents and flowers for me to discover in the morning—a family tradition—and we got up at six and cooked up a big breakfast before she headed out to work. Little Man and Noni were in attendance. Richelle arrives from LA …
Day 24: The End of the Road
Home sweet home at 5:42pm. Home. The last day was great—a long breakfast with James followed by fast, easy miles. The wind was brutal when I hit Laramie, almost pushing the bike over on an inclined exit, but I made it down into Colorado exactly the way I came up. Little Man was both surprised …
Onwards! 