Showing posts from October, 2008


Thirty-six degrees F my wife's fancy digital weather station reported as I laced my boots and pulled on my riding leathers. This is the weather that causes me to pull on the thicker gloves, wear a fleece scarf around my neck, and don the fullface helmet. It's not unenjoyable to ride in this weather. It just makes you feel a bit more alive. Until this week, I have daily arrived at work around 8am to find the parking lot jammed with cages and one motorcycle sitting to one side of a parking spot very close to the front door. Thanks to this rider's courteous actions, I slide ride into a front row parking spot. That all changed this week. I guess it's too cold for the rider that has been arriving earlier than me for the last several months. I ponder this as I noted that at one point this fall our office building had 7 motorcycles and a couple scooters sitting in the parking lot. Now there is one BMW sitting out about 5 rows back and my Harley Road King, Rosie. As I left the

Stock Cars

That's my charming wife on the left and on the right is a fellow blogger, Glider Rider I beat her to the punch. Some time before the weekend, Glider should get around to posting her report of the weekend at Atlanta Motor Speedway. I thought since Glider didn't have access to the NASCAR garage area or pit road, I should at least post a few pictures of what she didn't get to see during her weekend at the race track :) I do what I can. -Peace

Apple Run!

Fall is in the air in the biggest city in the South. Temp this morning was 54 degrees F and quite enjoyable. Leaves have begun to turn and display their autumn colors of red and gold. Pumpkins are appearing on neighbors front porches and that spells one thing - Apple Run. I loaded up the family in the cage and we meandered thru Dawsonville and over to Ellijay (home of the AppleFest). Long before the R&A Orchard sign appeared in our view, I could almost taste one of their fried pies. Once we arrived, we made a beeline to the snack counter after manuvering through the crowd of folks looking at apple butter, jellies, jams, peanut brittle, boiled peanuts, apple cider, apple juice, and bins and bins of apples. And there they were in all of their glory, delicious fried pies. R&A Orchard provides you with a multitude of choices (12 total I'm told): apple, sugar-free apple, coconut, peach, chocolate, blueberry, blackberry, and on and on, the choices make me dizzy. But everyone in o


Hondapotimus (Hon-duh-pot-eh-mus) a large conglomeration of fiberglass and plastic that vaguely resembles a motorcycle.

Bikers for Babies

We had an great time Sunday and a good bit of money was raised for the March of Dimes. Thanks to those who contributed by sponsoring us. It was great just to get to hang out with Steven, Paul and Donna, but getting to ride Atlanta Motor Speedway up on the banking was the high point of the day. Donna told Paul "Allen was kidding about riding close enough to touch the Safer Barrier". Paul smiled and replied, "No, he wasn't!" So, Paul and Donna checked out the "Dale Jr lane" (right up against the wall and hauling). I got to enjoy the #3 lane and the Dale Jr. lane. It brought back memories to my days of stock car racing to come off turn 4 and roll in the gas down the front tri-oval. Good times. (pictures courtesy of Steven Vore) -Peace

How to be Rich

Here is a really good series by Andy Stanley, Click the link and you can watch all four parts of the message Be Rich Get involved:

Harley 125

After posting the picture of my Pop’s 1951 Harley-Davidson 125, I have engaged the old man in a few conversations and did a bit of research. First, I was quite caught with the fact I could not locate the top edge of the windshield in the picture although I could make out the lower chrome strips on the windshield. He explained this quite easily. Several weeks prior to the picture he was riding down a gravel street in his hometown to visit his grandmother. After three near misses in the gravel, the bike went down and he stuck his face thru the bike’s windshield, which broke the windshield. Once he got home, he took a hacksaw and cut off the broken jagged windshield flush with the top of the chrome strip. He rode this way while he was saving up the $25 to replace the windshield. Someone mentioned the saddlebags, and he commented that he could not afford the motorcycle saddlebags. So, he purchased bicycle saddlebags, and those are what you see in the picture. Now a little history of the Ha

Bikers for Babers

March of Dimes Bikers for Babies...more than 45,000 riders all across America riding to raise money to prevent premature birth and birth defects, educating expecting mothers and supporting families dealing with sick or premature babies. I'm registered and riding at Atlanta Motor Speedway Sunday, October 12th. If you'd like to sponsor me (by contributing to the March of Dimes), you can do so by going to my fundraiser site

Generations of Harleys

That is my Pop and his dog Jiggs. Jiggs used to ride Pop's motorcycle lying on the tank with his front feet over the handlebars. The year is 1954. He is showing off his trophy that he had just won on an easter egg hunt (yes motorcycle games). The bike is a Harley-Davidson 125. So, yes, we've had Harleys in our families for years. It's no wonder I think that is what a motorcycle is supposed to look like. -Peace