Tag Archives: Confessions of a Motorcyclist

Here’s an open letter I wrote for my ex. Why share it publicly? I refuse to live in a world where speaking your mind takes courage, where lovers are categorized and labeled, and where mature adults hide from discourse that ...

This story started over twenty years ago. Life was simpler then. A 24″ television was a big deal. 40 channels of cable was a big deal. Monday night wrestling was a big deal. If you were a really good kid, you got ...

Back in my younger years, when I was overfilled with adventure spirit and as intrepid as the little dirt bike I rode in on, I took my very first multi day motorcycle trip. One that really showed me what adventure ...

If you had asked me a few days earlier I would’ve told you that I had no intention of flying to San Francisco. There I was, sitting in first class, despite having spent only $300 for round trip tickets, enjoying ...

Motorcycles, booze, and women will kill you, but what a way to go. There are a few things I need to share with you. Things you already know. Things I thought I knew. Things that I lost sight of. Things ...

If you’re looking for motorcycle related content, check out the latest motorcycle news on our home page. The talents of women are infinite. They go well beyond what I learned in my early twenties. Unfortunately, at that time I learned ...

"I believe in something, but I don't know what it is." She whispered to me. "Maybe it isn't God or heaven, maybe it's just right and wrong." She looked up at me. "What do you believe in?" I thought about it for a long time. No one had ever asked me that. "What do I believe in? I believe in motorcycles." I answered. She rolled her eyes at me.

For the first few years of my motorcycle career I didn’t have much money. My first motorcycle was older than I was, and it was my pride and joy. My third motorcycle on the other hand, well, it was just ...

There are words that describe human conditions that are used by psychiatrists, doctors, and counsellors… Then there are the words that we, the every man (or every woman) uses. Words like stage five clinger, creeping, and a little gem I learned this week: ...

Being a motorcyclist and being born and raised in Toronto are two things that define me. My friends could argue that a decade of wonderful relationships turned in to exceptional failures would be another defining point. So when I got ...