About Me


When I was a kid, my father bought me a turtle. Days later, he noticed the turtles legs we’re gone. Not knowing much about turtles, he took it back to the pet shop and got another turtle. A few days later, he noticed yet again, no legs. Took it back to the pet shop, and the man told my father to watch his kid to find out what was going on. My father came home from work and heard a VROOM VROOOOM! sound in my bedroom, and came home to see me playing with the turtle like a racecar across the carpet.

My father then named me mister zip. This story isnt true, but my father liked to tell that story.

Im in my 40s, and have a few things in my life I couldnt do without. One is my wife. The other are my 3 beautiful daughters. The last is my motorcycle. This blog is to document, hopefully a life time of memories with all 5 of those things.

I’ve been riding motorcycles since I was 10 years old, when I got my first dirt bike. a 1972 XR 75 that I rode to death, before at age 14 I thought I was a mechanic and tore it all apart to upgrade it and never got it back together again. Owned several dirt bikes since then, and they were fun, but never really felt all that passionate about them.

Then, when I was 22 years old, in 1989 I bought a 1984 Honda Magna Street bike for 750 bucks in California when I was living there, and fell in love. I wore that bike out, till finally it needed a complete rebuild and the transmission started throwing gears. I bought another one, and it didnt last long.

For about 10 years I didnt have a street bike. I was busy building various businesses, and raising my kids and for some reason, it left my conscousness how much I loved riding. In august of 2006 my business partner and I walked into the harley dealership to take a look, and walked out with the 2 most expensive bikes in the shop 3 hours later. It was retarded. He bought a stripped down, lowered and unrecognizable Fat boy with a killer custom paint job and drag bars. Pure style. I bought a Bagger, with double the horsepower of a stock harley and all the engine that you’d ever need in a harley. Even then I didnt know what I’d done. I’d reawakened the Road tripper in me.

I got a tattoo to remind me never to be without a bike again. I love it. I love everything about it. I love the open road, the smells, the cold and warm temperatures. When you drive in a car, its like watching TV. You see things going on through a rectangle sized screen, but you’re not in the picture. When you ride, youre PART of the picture. The road whizzing by your feet is 5 inches away. The dust storm hurts and makes you squint. The alfalfa that was just cut you can smell. The farmer watering his field you can feel it cool down the air around you. Racing storms puts adventure into the whole picture, rather than just slowing down.

Ill never be without a Motorcycle again. Thats what this blog is about. Documenting my trips with me, and my family on a motorcycle.


2 Responses to “About Me”

  1. James Derksen Says:

    I can’t get off this website….I too started out with the xr 75 , xl 125’s, the 2 stroke Elsinores, 900 and 1000 Kawi kz’s, larger dual sports….and finally in 85 bought my 1st shovelhead (79 FLH), I went threw 3 shovels…..I took a 5 year brake from bikes ,dumdest thing I ever did. Now 2 years ago I bought me a 03 road king…just love it, I won’t be without again…thanks again for the great website….greetings from British Columbia, Canada 🙂

  2. Trevor Hilton Says:

    I’m a new rider. I bought my Sportster about 2 years ago, after wanting a motorcycle for a couple decades.
    I’ve already taken a couple of solo day-long roadtrips. Enjoyed every minute of them. The only thing that would have made them perfect would be if my wife were on the back with me.
    On a bike, I feel the temperature changes from place to place. I smell the grass, the dirt, the flowers (I don’t need to stop and smell the flowers, I can smell them as I pass by), and, yes, that skunk that was just run over. But, I love every minute of it.

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