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Motorcycles, irreverent social commentary, stupid adventures, naive misunderstandings, and rantings of a person driven mad thinking about many things far beyond the influence of a common man. Perhaps it's best not to think about things like widescale environmental deterioration, radioactive waste, outright corruption among our "leaders" and the more subtle mass misinformation carried out by monied vested interests, but then again, if it were a perfect world then it might be a bit boring, like the life of my dog Stimpy. Eat, sleep, run around. Sounds pretty good, doesn't it.
Anyway, what happens for a lad such as myself is that one looks for distraction. Fun bits to chase to the extreme. Motorcycles, rock and roll, partying, vacations. Never mind the drab gory business of chasing money and long sad drives pondering the bad news on the radio. Hell, I'm even a member of the press and know full well the twisted incestuous relationship between the press and politicians that the common man usually finds alienating.
My paid writing career started with a tiny little independant monthly rag which at the time was called LA Bike. It was a free thing you could pick up in LA but it grew and one day it became CA Bike, a name which I never liked. At the same time, our national distributor we'd started up with wanted a different title so it became US Bike in other states and to our free distribution list. Then it went from a tabloid to a 8 1/2 x 11" magazine format and it's final name was Street Bike. Around this time the publisher, Scott Melamed got sick of it and I had already quit selling ads for it and was writing freelance for other rags like SportRider, Big Twin, Motorcycle Consumer News, and some other stuff. Maybe just for the heck of it I'll write more stories about bikes I rode that I didn't get paid to write up, but at any rate I'll be adding more and more of the bikes I did write up soon.
Wicked neatbikes I've been lucky enough to beat on:
BMW R1100R - The BMW I'd actually consider buying