Epic Editorials

The last post on our Motorcycle Contortionists Photoshoot we heard from G who told us exactly what it meant to be contortionist, and how the shoot came to be. If you haven't seen the pics already, take a look. G's performed internationally including as far away prestigious events in Rome, Italy for the National Ballet of Milan. She and fellow performer Dani took their talents of flexibility and strength and got to work at bending on, around, and all over motorcycles.

One of Mark Gornik's motorcycles, a rigid framed Harley-Davidson Sportster based chopper was a centerpiece for our contortionists. Mark has been building hot rods and motorcycles since he was sixteen years old and was willing to let the girls put his steel to the test.

Sometimes in life good things happens. Things you never could have imagined, like a girl doing handstand push ups in your condo asking you about doing a photoshoot on motorcycles. Did I mention she can put her feet behind her head?

I reached out to the world famous WobblyCat, an avid motorcyclist, photographer, and superhero. What followed was a full day's event, a first ever motorcycle photoshoot. Two girls on motorcycles doing very interesting things.

Almost a year ago I adopted a neglected, overweight, out of shape, socially awkward, dumb little dog. Her name was BikerPup, a Pug and Jack Russell Terrier mix. In the weeks and months that followed BikerPup flourished. Her coat was sparkling and soft. She lost weight and built up her cardio and her energy. She became a smarter dog, with a keen ability to recognize and differentiate the sounds of motorcycle engines, and a love for hanging out, listening to music, drinking beer and wrenching with us in the garage.

For my Dad, who said - among countless other words of encouragement - “That’s a great site!”
This post is just for you. My father hasn't been permitted to drive for the past few years on account of having had brain cancer, leaving him prone to potential seizures. He beat his brain tumor only to be hit with cancer in the central nervous system in his spine. This isn't a sad story. Au contraire, it's my answer to not only what was my greatest motorcycle memory of 2011, but also a day I will remember forever.