My friend cocked her head sideways and stared at me from across the table. “Everything you just said was a contradiction.” She said. I love it when an intelligent and attractive woman calls me out on my shit, so I smiled ...Read More »
Here’s an open letter I wrote for my ex. Why share it publicly? I refuse to live in a world where speaking your mind takes courage, where lovers are categorized and labeled, and where mature adults hide from discourse that ...Read More »
If you had asked me a few days earlier I would’ve told you that I had no intention of flying to San Francisco. There I was, sitting in first class, despite having spent only $300 for round trip tickets, enjoying ...Read More »
If you’re looking for motorcycle related content, check out the latest motorcycle news on our home page. The talents of women are infinite. They go well beyond what I learned in my early twenties. Unfortunately, at that time I learned ...Read More »
"I believe in something, but I don't know what it is." She whispered to me. "Maybe it isn't God or heaven, maybe it's just right and wrong." She looked up at me. "What do you believe in?" I thought about it for a long time. No one had ever asked me that. "What do I believe in? I believe in motorcycles." I answered. She rolled her eyes at me.Read More »
There are words that describe human conditions that are used by psychiatrists, doctors, and counsellors… Then there are the words that we, the every man (or every woman) uses. Words like stage five clinger, creeping, and a little gem I learned this week: ...Read More »
SOLD! Man I remember when I bought this place. I was 23 years old. Dad was still hanging on, if only for Mom’s sake. I thought I’d work at my first job out of university for a long time. I thought I’d ...Read More »
Sometimes on the road of life you see things that you could never imagine happening right in front of you. You see things that would only happen in a bad comedy flick. A lot of that kind of stuff happens while in bars.
I wanted to share this story with my little cousin Samantha who will be celebrating her sweet sixteen birthday in a couple weeks. Before I know it, she'll be out leading her own life full of stupidity. So here it is: the story of the guy who punched out of his turban at the bar Friday night.
Notte Sento. That's italian. Literally it means something like "Night Feeling", but in this case it's a bit of an Italian play on words as Notte Sento sounds a bit like Non Ti Sento, or "I Can't Hear You." This video is the story of a beautiful deaf/mute girl who's train to Milan is cancelled so she must spend the night in Rome. In true italian fashion, she meets a boy. Actually, he's much more than just a boy, he's a rider, and the two of them begin their scooter ride across Rome overnight adventure.
This is a must see, even for the manliest of manly men, and the most sentimental alike. Check it out. You're guaranteed to want to ride a scooter or motorcycle through Rome at any moment.
Once upon a time a beautiful little introvert called Brownie asked me to take a look at a scooter she was interested in buying. In part thanks to my knit-picking, but mostly thanks to her charm, we haggled another $400 off of the price she had already negotiated the seller down to over the phone. A pretty smile and a short skirt trump a man’s better judgement.
This is the story of a young woman called Brownie, her slips and slides on a scooter she named Peppy Tits, the night with her friend, and how they relate to my latest scooter purchase.