When I was 10, my Uncle Mark gave me a ride on his Honda Gold Wing and then for Christmas bought me a subscription to

“Oof! Aauuhh! Whoof!” Drew let out his full lexicon of grunts and hollers, which, at 11 years old, were funny if not extensive. Also amusing

Under a star-filled Colorado sky in the dwindling glow of the last embers of the evening’s campfire, we crawl into the quiet solitude of our

At the moment Hans Muth agreed to design the now legendary R 90 S motorcycle, his day job was designing interiors for BMW automobiles. His

It has been well over 14 years since Father’s Day weekend of 2005, when I first took the reins of a brand new 2006 BMW

Nestled in the heart of the Appalachian Mountains is the small town of Port Clinton, Pennsylvania. Not only does the Appalachian Trail run right through

…they must be experienced As motorcyclists we experience the world differently, more intensely and more intimately than those who don’t ride. Even so, there are

Between the eastern edge of California and Nevada’s Great Basin, the long flat miles of desert country are measured by landmarks: a tree filled with

The influence of motorcycles in my family is probably typical for America. Some of my great grandparents rode before I was born, along with an

My wife isn’t that into motorcycles. She doesn’t mind going for a ride every now and again, and I’ve even gotten her to go on