Racing Thoughts & Melancholy

Today I am zipping down to DC to catch the auto train south to Orlando tomorrow. The weather is perfect, and the traffic is light, the low hills along the Trenton river are breathtaking. Yet I sit here melancholy. The purpose of any solo motorcycle trip is to have extended time alone in your head; …

Lightning in a Bottle

Is the third time the charm? Or is EVERY time? It was over a year ago I met my Angel, an apparition on a giant white motorcycle, during a tempestuous downpour, in the outer bank island town of Chincoteague Virginia. I had been there for a day already, stranded by the rain and wind and …