Another day and no dollar! As currently, like so many I'm dealing with being laid off and looking for work in a saturated market of others doing the same.

So what's a motorcycle nut to do? What else! Try his hand at something new and different, blogging (of all things) about motorcycles.(that part makes sense)

With no journalism experience I thought I would start right out with the entry into my passion with motorcycles.

I remember my mom driving us 3 kids to visiit my Gramma in Canyon Country, California. The Highway out to her house off of the North (maybe eastbound) 14 would take us past this one tavern that seemed always had a film crew shooting a typical 80's TV show around the place.

My loving Mom would stop beside the road and let us watch as scenes from shows like Knight Rider, Starsky & Hutch, the A-team & even Dukes of Hazzard were filmed. Though not present during the filming, even a fairly memorable "dance" scene to the song "Tequila" was filmed in this bar, or at least the exterior.

Well back to the important stuff. It was sometime while visiting my Gramma that my uncle would introduce us to his "new" brother-in-law who would buy a dirt bike out there and give my brother and I a ride on the back.

I can't remember specifically what size it was, probably a 125 or 250 Yamaha as the yellow paint scheme and gold wheels looked TOTALLY RAD! At this time my twin and I couldn't be any older than 10 or 11, but zipping down that empty street with no one wearing a helmet, was AWESOME! Any older guys like myself realize only now the potential danger this could have posed. A fairly new rider, riding down a... somewhat residential street with a "kid" on the back. popping wheelies. Yeah, as a family man now I tell my kids that pretty stupid! BUT. Back them I was Superman. Or at least would growup to get those powers. Yep, still waiting for the stupid yellow sun to bring those powers out at 35 bordering 36.

As I look back at what I've written just now, which you are reading, I recognize that I sincerely believe that event would have an impact on my view of motorcycles for years to come. Though I like so many other lovers of motorcycles would have scrapes, tip-overs and even an accident or two, we would not and probably will not lose our love of these two wheeled machines of wonder and a sense of freedom.