The Texas border crossing had been a terrifying experience for all the media hype, American’s telling me horror stories, and even the border guards worried for my security. But life is always a gamble and living by the confines of fear does not seem like much of a life at all. So I’d simply […]
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B.B. St. Roman’s house on Burgundy St. in the French Quarter of New Orleans was just as I’d left it last winter, and her welcome just as warm. But I was running late. Some months past, an audio documentary company called “Everything Is Stories” had contacted me for an interview and it was ultimately
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The Bikes, Blues and BBQs rally in Fayetteville Arkansas was behind me now and the time spent with old friends there had been uncommonly good. But the chill of winter’s coming now occupied the northern regions and seemed to be moving steadily south—as was I. Most often drifter life, at least as I know it,
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Because the three travelers portrayed here offer such a powerful message, I’m compelled to bring a piece of it to you here. By the end of this article I will have gotten to the point and hope that the idea will have bled through in sufficient quantity to affect the lives of at least
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The winter of 2014 was uncommonly brutal and many friends in the frozen north seemed to be loosing their minds. But for those who live by the motorcycle and spend their days outside, the ways of ice and snow are generally avoided by simply drifting south. And so I had. For
It was just after new year’s when New Orleans finally turned cold. It would prove an uncommonly brutal winter over most of the U.S. this year. For two decades I’d spent these frozen months all over the southern states and had learned beyond doubt that southern Florida is the only stateside place that
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It had been weeks since my arrival in New Orleans and by now waking at camp in the tiny bamboo infested backyard of B.B.’s little house in the French Quarter seemed perfectly normal. After the coffee she’d soon bring to my tent-door on this sunny morning I’d laze a few hours away before walking through
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Part 1 Fall of 2013 The freedom of warm summer months, allowing easy movement throughout the continent, were almost gone. As the southbound highway led onward through the slight chill of fall and to the promise of milder southern climates, I thought of my destination… A long time motorcyclist, B.B. St. Roman learned
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Michelle had been living from only the back of her $700 motorcycle for five consecutive years and her heavily loaded bike now brought up the rear as my just as heavily burdened Electra Glide beat its fateful rhythm against the warn pavement of this small Mexican highway. Highway 1 was neither crowded nor was
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Rally coverage is not my bag, and there are plenty of other guys interested in that job, so I’m not going to get into it. For me Leesburg was about seeing a lot of old friends and meeting new. Think I’ll talk about pals for a few minutes. I’d
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