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, …
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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, …
The Gear
This guy always travels with me and keeps watch. He’s been up and down America and across the Globe. I haven’t been ambushed yet! Packing up. I endeavor to pack light, but damn, it adds up. No rainsuit. A few pairs of undies and socks. An extra pair of jeans, three t-shirts, a swim suit, …
Day One: Coalville, UT
The Mighty Harley Davidson Low Rider ST. It has a sweet spot at 92mph. Phew! First, I have to give my heartfelt thanks to the tremendous team at High Country Harley Davidson. They’ve been my local shop since I guess 2009. I rolled up and the owner, Scott, saw my face and had the bike …
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, …
Winter Musings
The tragedy of the human condition is to know oneself well enough to ride across the world, and to write that story out mile by mile, confessing each emotion but still not be able to explain oneself to another person.
The Return Of The Queen
The Queen is back. After six months in the shop, my Harley finally rolls into my driveway. Readers of Onwards!, few in number though you are, will remember that we began with a cross-country trip, which ended abruptly on the shoulder of I-15, outside Cedar City, Utah. Yesterday, almost six months later, I rode my …
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 …
The Aftermath of My West Coast Trip
The Softail on the lift at High Country Harley Davidson Yesterday, I went up to visit the Harley in the shop. Sort of like visiting a friend in rehab—one feels badly that the friend has fallen apart and still loves him or her dearly. Justin, the service manager at High Country Harley Davidson, took me …
Onwards! 