Two Wheeling

I know it's been a while since I last did this but I've been busy. As I confessed on Facebook sometime back I have experienced a unique event in my life. Way back in the Dark Ages I met a girl while taking Drivers Education in Summer School. She was from a Public High School in my district while I was a Catholic High School kid. I was invited to a Pool Party at her house, we spent a lot of time together at the party and became boyfriend-girlfriend. We attended each others Senior Proms, atten...

I hope I didn't lseem like a curmudgeon in the last installment because the electronic age has its perks. See the elderly faces in the video? That is my Mom and Dad hamming it up in the music video icon. How they got there is pure cyber.

Several months ago a Facebook friend asked if anyone knew of a couple who had been married more than 50 years and were “still active”. If there was ever a more likely description of my Parents, Ed and Doris, I couldn't come up with it. I can hardly eve...

I was inspired the other day by another blogger who stepped away from a strictly scooter motif to offer opinions on different issues. So here it is.

Make no mistake about it I enjoy the advantages of modern technology over the primitive ways of the past. In having a computer and the internet I have news, sports, weather and the ability to communicate at my finger tips. I can buy goods that used to require lengthy drives and long waits for delivery. No more. All manner of items can be purchas...

They say you can't have too much of a good thing but I think I have to disagree. The number of two wheelers in my possession just shot up to eight. Lest you think I went out and bought another vehicle, rest assured that is not the case. It was out for repairs has now returned and is taking up space. This one has a long story that I hope ends soon.

Before Sara passed away I purchased this Kymco scooter to fix up and sell. It quickly became a small money pit that threatened to get worse and I ...

In my years as a rider I always looked at road tests in magazines and thought to myself, “Gee, I think I would like that bike.” Fortunately I have always had a significant other who made me hold the notion of owning multiple motorcycles in check. With Sara's passing I have lost the guiding light of common sense and fallen into a syndrome called Multiple Bike Disorder or MBD for short.

The week after she passed I let myself fall into the trap of accepting the red Honda Nighthawk, in the v...

So much to say. A Long time ago, in a place far, far away, I was an active motorcyclist. Not just a daily commuter piling up a respectable stack of miles, but a recreational rider too. I am a member of the American Motorcyclist Association for what I recently discovered is forty-six years. I was also a member of the South Shore Motorcycle Club in Amityville, New York which was established in 1931. In my younger days I raced motocross and competed in Timed Road Runs, Field Meets, Poker Runs a...

I'm going to get this out of the way quickly. The year 2015 will not be remembered warmly in this house. From the first day of it Sara's ill fated struggle with cancer was utmost on our minds. Traveling to Johnson City on a weekly basis for her Chemo infusions, shots to boost her white cells and CT scans was a harsh slap in the face. With each failed chemical concoction only optimism boosted our hopes but it all came crashing down at the end of August when the final CT scan she received ind...