
Just Go – Why Motorcycle Riding Can’t Wait
Funny thing about this story in Motorcyclist Magazine. We did go. To New Zealand, that is… No sooner had Meredith and I left Mendocino, than big, fat drops started careening off our helmets and windshield. Fortunately, I have a strategy for these conditions, which is to ask questions through the intercom: “Honey, do you think…


