I grew up riding on the back of my dad’s motorcycle. Besides the obvious wind in the face exhilaration, one of the things I’ve always loved about it is “The Wave.” It doesn’t matter if you’re on an Indian, Harley, Honda, Kawasaki, Suzuki, or something else, if it’s safe to do so, riders for the most part… Continue reading The Wave
I’ve determined my fear will not stop me from riding a motorcycle. This does not mean, however, that the road will not throw debris in my face. Similarly, just because I’ve determined to push ahead with self publishing Moonrise Mountain, my first adventure story, does not mean there will not be hiccups in the… Continue reading Chasing Dreams Amidst the Storms