This is my first blog, so forgive me for any technical blunders.
Why the blog? Simple. Because I love riding, I love motorcycles and I really love the places a motorcycle can take me. (or you) As I've gotten older, riding has kept me healthy, happy, and at some periods in my life, sane.
Motorcycles have allowed me to witness, learn and feel many things. I've seen wild mustangs running by my side in Baja. I've watched camels roam the Sahara. I've pushed my mechanical limits wrenching on bikes and I've pushed my personal limits, riding and racing in challenging circumstances.
This blog will be a dump of sorts, dedicated to all things motorcycle adventure related. Photos, thoughts, ideas, past memories and future dreams will all be a part of it. If you enjoy it, great. If it leads you to ride more, even better. But if it motivates you to do something you've never done or take the ride you've never taken, that would be the best!
My riding buddies. Kevin, John, (me), Bill. They are A+ riders and guys. Lucky to have them.
My older, less attractive, brother Bob. He got us into riding when I was 5. My hero for that.
Altar Dunes in Mexico on the 660 Rallye KTM.
Big Bear, California. Riding in the snow on the 660 Rallye.
My Family. Everyone rides, including my 79 year old Mom. She's cool!
BMW GS family. Sister Kim, brother Bob, myself and Dad. California coast.
Sister Kim on her BMW R 100 GS. North side of Golden Gate bridge in San Francisco
Baja 500 racing the National Kidney Foundation bike. (click photo for story)
Fun in Baja with my wife Maggie. Going to Mike's Sky Ranch.
A more serious Baja shot. San Ignacio at the start of my 6+ hour section of the Baja 1000.
Almost 30 hours of racing later, we did it! Team Terrible Herbst Moto at the finish in La Paz.
Beautiful Altar dunes. I'm on my light 530, John is braving it on the huge 900 twin Cagiva
John and his amazing Cagiva. Old school Dakar with a big bike in the dunes...for real men only.
Kevin, soldiering his 950 in Altar. A sink hole broke his shoulder. He had to ride out...5 hours.
Kevin earlier...flying his 950 through the Baja desert at speed.
Big dunes. Kevin close, and me and my 660 slowly sinking...
My feeble attempt at big air in the dunes.
All smiles in the Altar.
The Altar is tiring. Kevin sleeps while John feeds him dinner. Good friends do that...
The awesome vastness of Baja
Two Rallye Cagiva Elefants and 2 KTM 950s ready to air out on Laguna Diablo. Baja
Laguna Diablo in Baja. I hit 108mph with a 90 foot roost.
My awesome KTM 950 with rear fuel tanks. (click photo for more)
The 950 at my office. (click photo for more)
See it in action
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I bought my 950 in Florida and rode it home to California. This was New Mexico.
This is Brad. We ride Friday after Thanksgiving every year. 32 years straight. He is a madman.
Vintage Brad on the TT500 and other buddy Steve on the 250 KTM. El Mirage, California.
Another great day behind bars.
My bro. Riding style, but no fashion style with that street helmet. California desert. KTM 660.
Orange sands of Morocco on the big GS BMW.
Morocco with the wrong tires.
Road trip with daughter Claudia.
We got a flat, together we fixed it, and the adventure continued!
Daddy date with Claudia. Headed out for milkshakes!
Date night with my daughter Megan.
Megan getting creative on our ride.
Central Baja in March.
Chasing friends in the Nevada desert silt.
I love old Yamahas.
My '70 90 in 1971 and my '70 90 in 2011
My Dad on his DT1 Yamaha. We need one of these in our family.
Well, we found a DT1 250. 1971. "Before"
...And many nights in the garage later. "After". It's a blast to ride.
Beers with my brother celebrating the DT-1 back in action.
We visited our daughter in college at Berkeley. The DT-1 riding vineyards in Paso Robles, CA
She'll hate me for this...but Maggie in cleaning clothes on our vintage Puch.
My 1972 Husqvarna 250. Sweet!
I've had this 1981 BMW R-80 G/S since 1986. That's half of my life.
My brother's R 80 GS after a hard days blast!
R 80 GS to Cabo. My shock folded, locking up the wheel. Adventure!
More adventure getting creative with a repair...
Not my best work, but in Baja, it's whatever it takes. I rode 350 miles like this. Part off road.
The beautiful side of Baja. On the way to Gonzaga Bay. This place was abandoned.
Brother Bob. We crossed from the Sea of Cortez to the Pacific and hit the beach.
Cocos Corner. Bob remembering Brad's first girlfriend.
Bob blew out a turn and paid the price. I had to use vice grips to pull out the thorns.
John piloting his rallye Aprilia through central Baja
John's hand made Aprilia he build for his assault on Dakar. Ill fated due to terrorist threats.
After shipping home from the Dakar, he sent it back to Europe to race it in France, Tunisia and Libya. Here it is in Mexico. It's a well traveled bike and trick as they get. He built everything by hand.
It's a masterpiece
The man in the shack in the middle of nowhere.
His nice dog.
His not so nice dog.
The brutality of Baja is part of the experience. I love dogs so this was sad. I can only imagine.
Our two dogs... both Baja rescues found on motorcycle trips.
Ride safe and enjoy your journey! Thanks for looking at my blog!