To the best of what’s left of my memory, Houdini rolled into town sometime in the early to mid seventies. He was dead broke. With no job and no place to live he was drifting around on his 1950 FLH panhead. I think that he was trying to score house painting jobs whenever he could. [...]

A few years back, in the mid to late 70′s, a big group of us would occasionally ride out 25 1/2 miles to the Blackwater River, set up camp and party for days. At times there could be more than 50 bikes form the surrounding areas out there. People would bring big tents, coolers, grills, [...]

Let me tell you about the old bike shows that we used to put on and why they were so much more than they appeared to be. On the surface these old shows looked to be just a bunch of scooter people throwing together a low buck bike show. We used to call them “street [...]

I’m going to tell you part of a story about a friend. I’m not going to tell you his name. I’m just going to call him”PA” I’m also going to start in the middle of PA’s story ’cause to try and tell the whole thing would take too long and I’m sure I’d get a [...]

Ever ridden in the cold? I mean really cold. “Hell yeah” you say. Well listen to this story about just that. It’s about a ride that Houdini took through Mississippi the long way… north to south… in the middle of winter. It was one of those cloudy gray days with a light flurry of snow [...]

I hate to ride in the rain. Light rain, heavy rain, misty rain, whatever, I don’t care. I hate to ride in the rain. Of the six major crashes that I’ve had, half have been in the rain. Don’t get me wrong. They weren’t because the pavement was wet. They were because someone else did [...]

There are a number of times and places that you might say are the best for riding… cool nights, warm nights, bright clear days, magnificent sunrises or sunsets, open spaces or winding roads. It was one of those cool fall nights in Florida. The humidity was low and the roads were vacant. I was on [...]

If you look in the “friends” gallery (or maybe it’s in the “old school” gallery) you’ll find some pictures of Ken Baby. There are a lot of stories that can be told about the Ken Baby and believe me not all of them can be told here. I mean that some of them are not [...]

Anybody old enough to remember the t.v. series “Then Came Bronson” will get an idea of the time frame for this tale. Ken and his best friend Chuck would sit with eyes glued to the television as the scene that they had committed to memory played out on the screen before them. A Sportster rolls [...]

This will be a quick story that will probably only be funny to those who actually ride. There were three of us that had closed the bar down. It was a little past two a.m. It was cold. I mean it was real cold… somewhere below freezing. Rootman was riding a Honda 750 that night. [...]