I have lots and lots of thoughts. I'm reading your stuff here, even if I don't always comment ( Read more... )

Rode a motorcycle today, for the first time in a couple of years. It hurts my back a lot, but I didn't cramp. This was by design, not accident, and a month of lifestyle change is responsible, I think, for my ability to do this thing ( Read more... )

So, this guy writes to me on okcupid:

Motorcyles have a 90% fatality rate. So those aren't for me. Why do you like them? Red is my favorite color. I love your hair.
Best, Sam

Apparently fact checking isn't for you, either, Sam.

BZZZZZZT.

I have owned CB-1s for... 16 years. Tonight is the first time *ever* that I've gotten one to start immediately, after a few months of downtime. (The two in street trim are identically hard to start after winter or long absences. The third is in too many large pieces for me to be able to tell.) I guess leaving it on a trickle charger for 16-18 ( Read more... )

The idea was originated by me (this is my traditional Christmas decoration), but executed by a friend/race teammate:

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Happy holidays, everyone!

Just watched the recording of today's Moto-GP. It's good to know that nobody else likes Dani Pedrosa, either. ;)

Screw with Nicky at your peril, you little rat.

“There are two riders in Honda,” Rossi said. “One is a little rooster who is fifth in the world championship, and the other is a leader who’s all alone.” -- Read more... )

Originally this was supposed to be a post about bicycling, and getting my ass handed to me in 80 degree weather yesterday morning. However, it rapidly became about something else altogether (and also took me a full day to write ( Read more... )

Something about my bike changes everything. On a motorcycle I'm happy and graceful and free in a way that I'm not, at any other time. Even in the rain, in the cold, late at night in November, with back pain, with stress, with my left mirror and turn signals snapped off by some drunk parking genius who tipped the bike over, I am much more myself, ( Read more... )

Last night at our show, a local guy in the scene (call him... The Guest) came to see us, and we invited him up for a couple of numbers. Usually, this guy's pretty cool; he's been around forever, actually plays well and sings okay, and he tells some good stories about the music business from the last hundred gazillion years or so. This is, of course ( Read more... )

I just came back from a short ride with some Harley guys. One is my drummer, the other is a guy I met in a bar back when I was playing with the folk band. Tonight, my current band played at a club where a lot of bikers hang out, and afterward a bunch of us went to breakfast. I got teased all night about my jap bike, but nobody objected to riding ( Read more... )