EXHAUST NOTE

Making a Mountain out of a Mole Hill Last Sunday at the request of my wife, who I love dearly, I spent a not-so-fun day shovel in hand, digging holes in and around our garden. This kind of request usually sends shivers up and down my spine and sends me into a tailspin of anxiety that has me anticipating the day for the entire week. Sometimes she springs the idea…

The other day I overheard a guy talking to his wife about a new dirt bike he “needed” to buy. It seems his trusty old XR400 just wasn’t living up to his expectations and he wanted to buy a brand new model. His wife, a non-rider explained to him that she couldn’t understand why he needed another bike, let alone a new one. Her argument was that they have to…