SPEED FIRST - SAFETY SECOND

Monday, May 28, 2012

Memorial Day

Remember...


Navy Seal Jon Tumilson's casket with his dog Hawkeye lying next to it. Not many photos hit me like this one... One of many who have sacrificed for all of us - buy em' a beer, shake their hand, or just say thanks. They deserve more appreciation than they get.

Friday, May 25, 2012

In Two Weeks

I'll be in Northern Wisconsin for my brother's bachelor party weekend. Riding the chop back for some drinking, fishing, and riding in the north woods.

For those of you who aren't familiar with the area, it's amazing. Thick forests, lakes everywhere(as you can see from the picture), and some of the best back-country roads(in my opinion) for getting lost on a bike. Being out in Colorado, I don't miss much from back home, but the north woods is something very unique. The muskies are the size of small children, the mosquitoes are the size of birds, and the women are tougher than most city-boys. Even better, the bars are gritty, the greasy food will kill ya, and the people are genuine. Ask for an old-fashion, they'll give you a can of PBR and a shot of rail whiskey. It takes a special breed of human to live up there year-round...

It's been quite a while since I've been spotted north of Minocqua, I can't wait.



Hitting the Twin Cities for a couple nights on my way back to see friends and hit a Scott H Biram concert. If you're in the Cities and feel like hitting the streets, let me know - speedandglory@hotmail.com

Sunday, May 20, 2012

If You Don't Ride in the Rain

...you don't ride.


The miserable rides are always the most memorable.

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Back Door, Man



Hey, all you people that tryin' to sleep
I'm out to make it with my midnight dream, yeah



I'm the crawling king snake, and I rule my den

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Speaking of the Isle of Man TT



'The reason I do it is because if you get it wrong, it'll kill you. If you think it's too dangerous then go home and cut your grass and leave us to it'.
- Guy Martin

Awesome

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

SPEED THRILLS



Faster, faster, faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death. ~Hunter Thompson

I enjoy going fast, as fast as my bike will allow without falling apart. Nothing really matters when I'm flying down the road, not laws, not limits. My motto is keep cars where they belong, behind you, and all you have to worry about is wildlife...cars are much more predictable. I keep my eyes on the horizon and five cars ahead, but also find myself daydreaming more often than not. I accept the fact that people in cars probably hate me, throwing the finger at me on a regular basis(even though I never see it being well past them by that point), but they don't understand and I don't blame them for their cluelessness. I find that splitting lanes and cutting through narrow gaps between vehicles is an exhilaration that not much in life can compare to. As much as other motorists and motorcyclists probably think I'm reckless, to say I am comfortable with my riding ability is an huge understatement. I continuously challenge myself whenever I'm out riding. I feel that those who don't have less of a chance of excelling beyond a certain point and that's more dangerous than playing it safe all of the time.

After riding Boulder Canyon from Sturgis to Deadwood one early morning years back, someone once said to me, "you sure do like hugging that white line near the shoulder". Other times, during high winds, I'll pass 18-wheelers right along side of them instead of as far over as possible in the other lane. And though some people tend to pull over or slow down in torrential rain storms, I do neither - Very early in my motorcycling life, riding through a bad rain storm on Chief Joseph Highway(for those of you who have ridden it, you know what it's like) a friend of ours went flying by us on his beemer on the last straight-away before hitting Cody, Wyoming. He was doing close to 100 or more and I was blown away at how fast he was tearing through the rain and wet pavement. Later, that friend, who was an experienced rider to say the least, told me something I'll never forget, "Trust your motorcycle", and I have ever since(thanks Bill)...it helps to have good rubber on your wheels.

I do these things not to be careless, show off, or flirt with death, but to enhance my abilities... in all different conditions. To be a good motorcycle rider doesn't take a safety class or road test from the DMV, it takes practice. Not a ride around the block or to your local watering hole, but thousands upon thousands of tested miles. I said that I'm very comfortable with my abilities, but that doesn't mean I still don't need practice. After all, I love practicing... that's why I own a bike to begin with.

(To watch motorcyclists who race for a living, whatever kind of racing - but a good example is the Isle of Man TT - motivates me to become a better rider. These guys are the best at what they do and it shows. I envy them...)

Saturday, May 12, 2012

I Came Here To Party

Story of my life. My days start in the afternoon, and on average, don't end until 5a.m.

Older whiskey, younger women, faster bikes, more money... you only go around once.


It's three in morning and my mouth feels like fuzz
long time till daylight and I am about to lose my buzz
where's all the music
the night is still young
I came here to party and have a little fun.