I just find the Ducati Hypermotard to be such a sexy beast. I forgot my tripod last night so I couldn't get any good close-ups without using a flash. The guy who owns this one drilled out parts of the exhaust cannister tips and I think it looks so awesome. I'll try to get some shots tonight. Remind me to bring a tripod!

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Will the road you are on get you to my place? ...God

I ride past this church sign all the time on the way in to town. Of all of the local church signs, this particular one consistently has the best quips posted. Even if you aren't in to the big J.C. you can usually find the humor or value in just the expression itself. I'd have to say that my favorite one was... If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it. That would probably be kind of nice. I don't think anyone else actually has a picture of me anywhere, so if God could hook me up like that I'd really appreciate it. Do you think he knows if the lightbulb goes out when he closes the door?

Earlier in the evening as I was riding along in the quiet of my helmet, I was struggling in the grips of my usual self-absorbed existential meltdown. The days' events unfolded like a newspaper, the phone conversations, the private thoughts, the demons that haunt me all there scrolling across my mind as the miles ticked by and the sun set over my shoulder.

I realized I'm plagued with wondering if I could ever be brave enough to not withhold the truth about my feelings from people. Would it be more kind to unleash my anger because it would be honest or would it be better to trundle on in my disillusioned disappointment?

I don’t know if this road I’m on today will lead me to God or not, but it’s definitely leading me to People-are-Full-of-Shitsville. That's the next town over from You-are-making-me-crazyburg.

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Will the road you are on get you to my place? ...God

I ride past this church sign all the time on the way in to town. Of all of the local church signs, this particular one consistently has the best quips posted. Even if you aren't in to the big J.C. you can usually find the humor or value in just the expression itself. I'd have to say that my favorite one was... If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it. That would probably be kind of nice. I don't think anyone else actually has a picture of me anywhere, so if God could hook me up like that I'd really appreciate it. Do you think he knows if the lightbulb goes out when he closes the door?

Earlier in the evening as I was riding along in the quiet of my helmet, I was struggling in the grips of my usual self-absorbed existential meltdown. The days' events unfolded like a newspaper, the phone conversations, the private thoughts, the demons that haunt me all there scrolling across my mind as the miles ticked by and the sun set over my shoulder.

I realized I'm plagued with wondering if I could ever be brave enough to not withhold the truth about my feelings from people. Would it be more kind to unleash my anger because it would be honest or would it be better to trundle on in my disillusioned disappointment?

I don’t know if this road I’m on today will lead me to God or not, but it’s definitely leading me to People-are-Full-of-Shitsville. That's the next town over from You-are-making-me-crazyburg.

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Will the road you are on get you to my place? ...God

I ride past this church sign all the time on the way in to town. Of all of the local church signs, this particular one consistently has the best quips posted. Even if you aren't in to the big J.C. you can usually find the humor or value in just the expression itself. I'd have to say that my favorite one was... If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it. That would probably be kind of nice. I don't think anyone else actually has a picture of me anywhere, so if God could hook me up like that I'd really appreciate it. Do you think he knows if the lightbulb goes out when he closes the door?

Earlier in the evening as I was riding along in the quiet of my helmet, I was struggling in the grips of my usual self-absorbed existential meltdown. The days' events unfolded like a newspaper, the phone conversations, the private thoughts, the demons that haunt me all there scrolling across my mind as the miles ticked by and the sun set over my shoulder.

I realized I'm plagued with wondering if I could ever be brave enough to not withhold the truth about my feelings from people. Would it be more kind to unleash my anger because it would be honest or would it be better to trundle on in my disillusioned disappointment?

I don’t know if this road I’m on today will lead me to God or not, but it’s definitely leading me to People-are-Full-of-Shitsville. That's the next town over from You-are-making-me-crazyburg.

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My heart just breaks knowing that in all likelihood, I will never be one of the lucky 650 to get their hands on this beautiful Triumph 50th Anniversary Bonnie.

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