Motorcycles Goin’ Global

I’m old. I remember when “Made in Japan” meant cheap, shoddy goods guaranteed to fall apart in short order, made by funny looking slave labor who ate cats for dinner. Or something. It was several years post WWII, the mid-50’s, and war...

The Case for “Less is More”

Over the years my riding style has changed.  I’ve never had any real dirt experience, like motocross, and pretty much stuck to the tarmac when possible. And like most Americans I admit to getting caught up in the “Bigger is Better” updraft where...

My Trail of Motorcycle Addiction

My name is Robert Cooper, and I’m a motorcycle addict. There. I said it. I remember well the first “hit” of motorcycle and the profound impact it had on my central nervous system: the flushed skin, heightened level of awareness, the sense that all...