the big cities we have left behind fatten, grow old, increasingly coarsen, they become poisoned, and parts of them and their people wither survivors often think of the old days when the nights and days jumped like they never had before that even when they slept they gave off light, electricity and soothing rollicking sounds […]

The riders traveled far away from big urban cities in order to putt to and through small and middle sized towns. As the years passed and the miles ridden soared, more and more of these places appeared to be shattered or shadows of their former selves. These towns were places where the promise of American […]

Suburbs like back country places cannot exist without roads. Country roads were and remain about connections while suburban ones are about isolated islands of safety and quiet away from the perceived peril and noise of the inner urban city. For many motorcycle riders, suburban roads lead to boring houses with boring lawns and a boring […]

Exiting Alabama Jack’s, they crossed the Card Sound toll bridge and entered the Florida Keys, where the sun shines white all day and the stars shine white all night. There were only three hours and 116 miles remaining until corner #4. The miles and minutes melted away swiftly as the riders fell into hazy blue […]

Instead of tracking straight down the eighteen mile stretch to the Keys northern end of US 1, Marlow detoured them one last time off the beaten path just south of Florida City onto state route Alt 905. It winds through the glades and salt flats to a rustic place out in the mangroves. In troubled […]