I’ve had some kind of motorcycle since I was 8 years old. As a kid, my two and three-wheeled contraptions were motorized passports to freedom in the woods. When I got older, my bikes were fast and meant only for eating up pavement. In the past five years, I’ve reverted back to gravel roads and […]
I love Portland, my city, my home. But I never head for a bigger metropolis when I need to get my head out of town. I always look for the trees.
The sky was so blue it hurt. Tree leaves, still green, we’re veering to gold. My leather gloves transmitted a touch chill to my knuckles from the autumn morning air. The gravel road under my two motorcycle tires was smoother than most paved secondary roads in Maine. Off to my right, across a rolling, open field, brown cows […]