If you’re not a motorcycle rider, you’ve probably never heard of The Rock Store. Why would a former hot springs resort and bootlegger hideout attract crowds of Harley-Davidsons, Hondas, and sport bikes every weekend? Our HOG chapter spent a warm … Continue reading
The final night of a weekend Harley trip is smooth going down but leaves a bitter after taste. Our HOG chapter president offered to have dinner delivered for the whole group of thirty riders, and we gladly accepted. After riding … Continue reading
The line of Harleys snaked over the windswept mountains, scattered ranch houses our only company. No people or animals appeared. When did these people work on their land? The lonely hills rolled off into the distance in front of … Continue reading
Riding Harleys uses alchemy—you can experience the elements of air, earth, water, and fire all in one ride. The first element we encountered was fire when our planned destination was in doubt when we met at the dealership for … Continue reading
Ancient eyes watched me struggle to breathe through my snorkel. An immense shell blocked the sunlight filtering through the water and suddenly I was aware of the sea turtle floating close to me. I backed away from its penetrating … Continue reading
“Hey, watch out!” a tiny voice screamed at Meghan as she fell out of darkness and into the back of a loaded hay wagon. After she regained her breath, she felt movement under her back and then a sharp pain. … Continue reading
