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Read More »When Two People Drift Apart
This one's not motorcycle related. Strictly personal / anecdotal.
Read More »You Guys Are The Best, Thank You!
A quick few words of appreciation to you guys who, nine years later, continue to check out and support this website. You're the best!
Read More »The Closure Conversation
So, I finally had the “closure conversation” with my ex, that I probably should have had, literally, years ago, and… I knew it had been way too long, so I picked up the phone, and thankfully, she picked up. This is how it all went.
Read More »Riding With Friends Means Having Each Other’s Backs
Motorcycle riding with friends means having each other's backs... even if it's been a few years.
Read More »It Doesn’t Get Normal, It Only Gets Less Weird
When you lose a parent, people promise you the world. They promise you they’ll make plans and support you in time of need, but mostly it’s a lot of talk. Amidst all that noise, there was something else I heard. ...
Read More »Nine Years on Two Wheels – The Me I Am Today
A giving thanks story of “the Me I Was” before riding, “the Me I Am Now”, and how I got here. Intro 9 Years Ago this week my motorcycling life began. I was freshly 19 and taught myself how to ride. The dealership ...
Read More »It’s Been Four Years
Here it goes… Four years ago today a phone rang. I missed the call. The voicemail, my aunt’s voice. “Adrian, come home right away. Your dad isn’t doing well.” It was a lie. He was already dead. But that’s what ...
Read More »Would You Kiss Her?
My friend cocked her head sideways and stared at me from across the table. “Everything you just said was a contradiction.” She said. I love it when an intelligent and attractive woman calls me out on my shit, so I smiled ...
Read More »A Box Full of Darkness
My father hit me once, but he only ever hit me once. What I learned from that single open handed hit was discipline, love, grace, humility, respect, and trust. The strike itself taught me the first lesson (discipline). I had been ...
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