Motorcycle Adventures

If there were ever a time to say “Fork it!” and go for a ride it would have to be after leaving your job and ending your seven year marriage. While most of us would go for a weekend or maybe week ...

Madeleine “MISSRIDER” Velazquez has been featured on YouMotorcycle not once, not twice, but thrice, and she finally made it to Hollywood – kinda. MISSRIDER is a public school teacher in Worcester, Massachusetts. We first got in touch with her after ...

If you had asked me 48 hours earlier I would’ve told you I had no intentions of going to California, but there I was dialing a 415 area code. California, here I come. It was one of those freak occurrences. ...

Having taken care of business finding an alien connection to my daughter’s teen extraterrestrial heritage, I was clear to simply explore southern New Mexico, a place I had only passed through previously. About an hour south of Roswell, NM and 146 flat miles northeast of El Paso, TX is Carlsbad Caverns.

As described in Part 1 of this riding adventure, I was touring the forested and desert parts of Arizona and New Mexico searching for evidence of my daughter’s teenage extraterrestrial heritage. I rolled into southern New Mexico, riding toward Roswell, home of the UFO museum when I stopped for lunch in the small desert town of Corona, where the UFO incident of 1947 occurred, as I learned later when I reached the UFO museum.

Convinced that my daughter’, Bailey's teen behavior could not be explained by normal human characteristics, I was sure there were extraterrestrial genetics at work and I was on a mission of discovery through Arizona and New Mexico searching for proof of alien landings. In Part One I cruised across the Arizona desert and visited the Winslow Meteor Crater failing to find any evidence of alien arrival at that site. I was now headed to Chinle, Arizona, hoping that ancient Anasazi or current Navajo art might offer some indicator of alien contact.

You would assume this would be a dull subject and that my daughter’s heritage would be pretty much the same as mine and you probably don’t give a rat’s ass about that and then you might ask what the hell does this have to do with motorcycles? Well, you would be very unobservant and wrong in your assumptions. Here’s why.

Jefe Smith took a four day late November ride with some friends up along the east shore of the Salton Sea, through Joshua Tree National Park, the Mojave desert and Death Valley; then across the Panamint Mountains and into the ...

I love living in Toronto. The motorcycle community is great. There are motorcycle meets almost every day of the week, loads of events, and we still get free motorcycle parking.

The spontaneous and unplanned rides are sometimes the most fun. It started with a text message from my girlfriend: “What are we going to do today?” Before long we found ourselves near the historic village of Kleinburg, Ontario. Kleinburg is surrounded by beautiful hills and branches of the Humber river.

The town is picturesque and its early 1800s origins have been left unspoiled.