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; … Continue reading Racing Thoughts & Melancholy

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 … Continue reading Lightning in a Bottle

What Do You Say to a Transit Activist?

I'm down here in greater Miami this week, on a business trip (mostly, monkey business) with Vicki. This time we drove, so my expenses were even less. I mean, I chauffeured her rental car and piggy backed on the room. Only my lunches, while she's working, were out of pocket. How can a fellow say no? … Continue reading What Do You Say to a Transit Activist?