It’s time for another video that lets you laugh at (other people’s) danger. You don’t need a motorcycle to fail. These folks prove it. Small horsepower bikes and pea-brained decisions seem to go hand in hand. Remember kids, don’t try this at home.
Because he’s riding a scooter down Congress Street in Portland, and he knows safety is priority number one, of course.
Welcome to my new series: Friday Fails. Each week I’ll bring you another dubious video of something awful to kick your weekend off just right — with the scream of rubber on pavement. I’m a big fan of helmets, gloves, boots, eye protection and common sense. By the looks of these knuckleheads, they have “none […]
On Sunday morning, I unzipped my tent and the normally silent nylon fabric crackled like the plastic wrapping my dad used to take off his pack of Winstons before lighting up. My breath swirled around my head, orbiting in a cloud of smoke. It stuck to my beard in icy chunks. The sun had not summited the […]
It wasn’t as scary as the name implies. No zombies were sighted — if you don’t count the staggering, vacant faces gathered ’round the coffee pot Saturday morning, waiting for the perk to begin. It was just a motorcycle campout on the Dead River in T3R4. It was a record turnout for these loosely […]
The sky was so blue it hurt. Tree leaves, still green, we’re veering to gold. My leather gloves transmitted a touch chill to my knuckles from the autumn morning air. The gravel road under my two motorcycle tires was smoother than most paved secondary roads in Maine. Off to my right, across a rolling, open field, brown cows […]
All my hard riding over dirt, through the rain and into the woods — not to mention my melted pants — paid off in the end. Out of 117 riders from all over the country, plus a few from the rest of the globe, I placed ninth in this year’s Ural National Rally . I’m […]
My bike was out of gas. I can’t remember where I was, exactly. Maybe somewhere south of Andover. I ran it out of gas on purpose, for 100 rally points. I poured fuel, from my spare can, down a funnel and into the tank. That’s when I smelled it.Something was burning. I looked down and […]
Wednesday June 11, 2014 / Madawaska to Fredericton Total kilometers: 350 I finished my omelette in the Gateway Motel’s diner as workmen put up a new, lighted exit sign. The whole joint was going through a serious renovation. My room was brand-spanking new. I rode up Madawaska’s main drag, looking for the McDonalds. I’d heard it […]
Tuesday June 10, 2014 / Millinocket to Madawaska Total kilometers: 363 Before leaving the bridge at Dickey behind, I bumped down a gravel path to the edge of the river. I got off my bike and dipped my hands in the water. I splashed it on my face in a kind of self-baptism. About half way […]