Palo Alto in pieces
Handfulls of fog were available for the taking this morning. Slow rolling my way up to Aptos CA and then on to Seacliff State Beach, felt much like my own … Continue Reading Palo Alto in pieces
the Mother Ship
In its purest form, I say that a moto-journey should begin and end at the garage. Having never been a proponent of trailering a bike anywhere, I continue to age … Continue Reading the Mother Ship
Rich on Two Wheels 