Tag Archives: Confessions of a Motorcyclist

So, I finally had the “closure conversation” with my ex, that I probably should have had, literally, years ago, and… I knew it had been way too long, so I picked up the phone, and thankfully, she picked up. This is how it all went.

Motorcycle riding with friends means having each other's backs... even if it's been a few years.

When you lose a parent, people promise you the world. They promise you they’ll make plans and support you in time of need, but mostly it’s a lot of talk. Amidst all that noise, there was something else I heard. ...

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 ...

My father hit me once, but he only ever hit me once. What I learned from that single open handed hit was discipline, love, grace, humility, respect, and trust. The strike itself taught me the first lesson (discipline). I had been ...

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 ...

Back in my younger years, when I was overfilled with adventure spirit and as intrepid as the little dirt bike I rode in on, I took my very first multi day motorcycle trip. One that really showed me what adventure ...

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 ...

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 ...

"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.