Category: Rides

With Yona and me I very much enjoy the sense of spiritual freedom that I get from the highway wind and the reassuring feel of a solid two wheel machine supporting me. It rejuvenates and lifts my youthful spirit. Riding alone with my thoughts tends to smooth out the rough edges life can throw at… Continue reading Wind Therapy

We met in an Indian Motorcycle Riders Group (IMRG). We were a mixed bag of folks as usually is with motorcycle riders gathered in a group. Brad spearheaded forming the IMRG at Alpharetta Indian Motorcycle in 2017. He recruited the rest of us to fill in the officer positions which quickly turned into a great… Continue reading Wild Hawgs

I love this little cloud pareidolia. While there are literally hundreds of thousands of motorcycles similar to mine out there I choose to see a caricature of Yona in the cloud. Front fairing and all, with little trailing puffs of cartoon engine smoke! 10:36 AM, June 27, 2019 – Newland, North Carolina – I was riding alone down the… Continue reading God Wink

Born to be wild Maybe I shouldn’t admit it but I was a wild and crazy lead footed kid… like when I bought my first motorcycle… It’s a miracle I didn’t die. I was seventeen and it was a six year old 1962 Triumph Thunderbird 650. I was attracted to the high rise handlebar and… Continue reading Riding with Angels

Burger Bus February 2, 2019 – Ball Ground, GA – Fun group chowing down some great burgers after a fun ride in the mountains! No bear sightings this trip though but the weather might have woke them up! Mount Pisgah May 15-16, 2019 – Postcard Ride – This was more fun than you could shake a… Continue reading Destinations

Leaping Bear July 4, 2018 – It all happened so fast!… As I rounded a GA 136 curve near Burnt Mountain, there was an SUV coming from the other direction and a bear running across the road just in front of the SUV into my lane. Fortunately my approach was from far enough away that I… Continue reading Encounters

October 2018 – This is my 2019 Indian Chieftain Classic retirement present to myself for all my years of working for a living. My dad rode an Indian before I was born so I expect he would have been proud of this black and cream beauty as my selection. Her color scheme reminds me of a… Continue reading Yona