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The Berlin Wall came down in late 1989 and much of what had been closed-off Eastern Europe opened up to traffic from the west. In September of 1990, my wife Brenda, her brother Jay and I made a motorcycle trip … Continue reading →

In the mid 1970’s, I learned that a motorcycle shop in Wurtland, Ky was going out of business. The shop sold a Spanish brand, Montesa, that made mostly off-road type motorcycles, including trials bikes. Motorcycle Observed Trials competition had become … Continue reading →

I have spent much of my motorcycling life riding in the rain. If you travel a lot, it will happen (though, like many riders, I tend to think it happens more often to me.) People who learn that I ride … Continue reading →

Why not a Harley ? The M 50;story followup. A friend read my previous post about the M50 Harley-Davidson, actually an Italian Aermacchi, a company Harley bought in the 60’s in an attempt to broaden its appeal in the era … Continue reading →

My son forwarded to me this ad from an auction site. He has heard many times, I’m sure, of the one like it that I once had. When I was in high school, I owned one similar to this, but … Continue reading →

Rt. 50 is one of the older highways in the American system, cutting across the country at about waist level. In the mountains of West Virginia, it offers that motorcyclist abundant curves, great scenery and lots of tiny towns to … Continue reading →

In the winter, people I encounter while riding my motorcycle often ask things like “aren’t you cold ?” and the classic “little coool out there, ain’t it ?”, which they deliver with that carefully long drawl that one might use … Continue reading →

In January of 1977, the Ohio River froze over solid enough for cars to drive across. The mercury went down to 25 below zero that month, some of the coldest days on record in Kentucky. On one of those days, … Continue reading →

On this last day of 2019, listening to Bob Segar’s “Turn the Page”, with the lyrics , “On a long and lonesome highway, East of Omaha, You can listen to the engine moaning out its one-note song,” … But your … Continue reading →

I rode up to Ashland on my motorcycle in December, one of those rare days in winter when a major weather change on its way here pushes warm clear air into our area for a single day. Like Brigadoon, a … Continue reading →