A red Italian. She roars to life with a flick of my wrist. A mischievous smile crosses my lips. A Ducati v-twin with 993 cubic centimeters of power, menace and sex wrapped tightly in a dark red steel lattice backbone. … Continue reading
With hesitation and surprising strength, honeybee moved closer and clutched his right hand. She whispered, a faint crackle colors her normally confident tone, “I’m afraid of being the only crazy in love one.” His eyes smiled and heart opened. He … Continue reading
(“…nothing left to lose.” – for the 10 people who don’t know Kris Kristofferson’s iconic song). So, I woke up this morning with an overwhelming urge to jump on my motorcycle and blast down the road. Destination unknown. Return? Undecided. … Continue reading