As I stood in my garage looking at the empty space that was filled by my Honda XR600R a few minutes earlier, I wondered if he would live up to his promise. The sale went smoothly as usual, he handed me a wad of cash, shook my hand, loaded my bike into his truck, and drove off. And just like that, my bike was gone. It was a rough day…
I am so fricken mad right now! I feel like I could rip someones head off. All I can say is thank God for motorcycles! I wonder if anger and frustration are what led the pioneers of motorcycling to seek out the solace of their workshops, to be able to disappear into the black and white world of the mechanical object, or the minutia of motor work, to drift off into the buoyant sea of no complaining and no expectations.
With so much craziness going on in our world today and so many voices and hands out asking for more, saying “where is mine?” I thought I would take a moment to reflect on the things I am thankful for. I’m hopeful I will encourage you to do the same as we can all benefit from an attitude of gratitude. As Editor in Chief at EDM much dirt and asphalt…
October 2016 nudged the calendar to the 70th birthday for my father in law. As a gift to her dad my wife asked people he has known throughout his lifetime to write a letter to him, most of the responses tell him how he has impacted their lives. Her goal was to get 70, she received 73 or 74. You go girl! The idea was to compile a unique, hand…