I was just recalling a day last year, when i got bored and went for a ride on the nearby Ahtanum Green Dot trails.

On my Ninja 650R.

I enjoyed the trip, got my bike a little dirty. At one point, a path that appeared to have a simple up-and-over turned out to be a 200yd hillclimb that would have made a Jeeper think twice. By the time i realized this, i was already committed and any attempt to stop would have meant dismounting and k-turning a 420lb streetbike on a steep,soft...

It's kinda funny. I like talking to car drivers, who can't understand that someone could be out in traffic without the protection of a car around them. The admission of this by someone tends to make me judgmental of them, unfairly or not, and this is why...

Feeling the need to be surrounded by a steel cage in traffic suggests to me that the person is a very passive driver. It says to me, "It's likely that I'm going to be hit by another car at some point." I generally can't...

I often have these existential crises. I got to thinking last night as I was laying in bed after another beautiful 400 mile day. The sun was out. The roads were beautiful. We used every bit of our tires. It was THAT kind of day.

I got to thinking. If i remember correctly, my motorcycle, a 2006 Suzuki GSX-R 600, was assembled in a plant in Hamamatsu, Japan. Given that thousands of bikes just like it were built that year, it's fair to think that dozens of them rolled down that assembly...

So, last week I jumped on a bicycle for the first time in about 5 years. Thought I'd take it easy, seeing as I haven't ridden in a while. So I only rode about 8 miles last week.

Today, I jumped on it again. I set out to take a proper ride. From where I live, to the end of the Greenway trail in Union Gap, and back again, 24 miles according to my stepdad, who has an odometer on his bicycle.

Took some motivational thinking to do it all in one leg (I had a Command Sargeant-major...

It always amazes me to see people get tired of riding. To see the ads for a bike for sale, that say, "I only rode it a few times." To see bikes with so few miles on them.

You see, I started riding off-road when I was but a wee tyke. When I was five, my parents got a little Yamaha 75 four-wheeler for me. I remember jumping on it and riding away like a bat out of hell. I rode for about 5 minutes before my dad started reading the manual to see how to adjust the restrictor after...

The shadows dance across me as I glide along, the green fingers of the flora reaching out over my head to lace together, embracing as long lost friends under an endless sea of azure, in turn brushed gently by white peaks, surrounding my world as grandstands, filled with warm, laughing spirits. The breeze fills my senses with hints of pine, the faint scents of a million perfumes meet me even as I see splashes of bright color amid the lush greens. A gray serpent uncoils before me, beckoning me onward,...

These are a couple of blogs I originally posted on Myspace. I thought They really are a little more appropriate here.

--Sunday, April 22, 2007

The joy, the pleasure, the sadness...

I've been riding with some new people lately. Last weekend, Jake, Mo, Fabian, and myself went out for a nice jaunt. Everything went nicely until we hit the south wenas. I was leading, and made better time than anyone else, and, as is our rule, I stopped at the junction before...