July 15, 2010 — The two-wheel community in the Twin Cities is as varied as it is awesome. One of my favorite local shops is Bluecat Motors in St. Paul. It’s an unassuming little shop nestled in the shadow of an old water tower, in one end of an old warehouse, in the old industrial part - Read More -
June 24, 2010 — Last year I started a simple tradition: to take my birthday off from work and try to have some sort of adventure. Last year, I used the day to build a small trebuchet. This year, I took my first ever motorcycle day trip on my 1980 Honda CB650. At just 140 - Read More -
June 1, 2010 — Last October I read a book about the pleasure of working with one’s own two hands. In a way, all that Shop Class as Soulcraft did was remind me of things I already knew I enjoyed, but that reminder has really impacted my quality of life since then. I was already - Read More -
May 5, 2010 — In ancient greek mythology there is a story of a king called Sisyphus. This precocious fellow garnered the wrath of the gods through hubris and treachery. His now famous punishment was to roll a boulder up a hill, only to see it then roll back down over and over again. This, - Read More -
May 1, 2010 — “You wanna go for a ride?” the Mrs asked. We’d just arrived home a few minutes before. She in my MINI, and me on our latest acquisition, a 1980 Honda CB650. I’d snapped a few photos and had mostly recovered from the mild trial of the ride home. I had to - Read More -
May 1, 2010 — With a bike for The Mrs sorted, now it was time to find something for me. I really liked that we’d found her a Honda, and so I wanted one too. I have a fondness for Honda because I’ve owned a couple of their cars and driven them beyond 200,000 miles. - Read More -
April 29, 2010 —Back in 2008, I got really interested in the idea of a Cafe Racer motorcycle. As far back as 2006 I’d been watching a lot of American Chopper, and though I rarely got too excited about the kinds of bikes they build, the whole notion of a proper motorcycle was something that - Read More -
April 20, 2010 — It’s 7:30 a.m. My garage door groans its way open. Morning light spills into my little one-car garage. It’s about 40º out. It’s gonna be a cold ride this morning. Better get my balaclava. I walk around the back of my Vespa GT200L, my hand on the seat like I’m rounding - Read More -