The Professional Wanderer

"It's not the destination but the ride", the story goes.  Gary, my brother-in-law and I had planned on riding up to Fayettevi...

...who can ride his Harley to church. Some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we will boast in the Name of the Lor...

The old 2005 Harley Softail was Boudreaux and I thought about just keeping the same name like B B King named every guitar Lucille but a mo...

Who knows what motivates people do things?   Logically, it was foolish, given the fact that early morning temperatures had been hitting in ...

Doing a fast exit from Waverly, Tennessee, I am home without and temporarily out of an assignment for which grateful. This gives me a lit...

Over the past week, I've strained out a few days of vacation and really enjoyed myself.  It included a day at my grandson's school ...

Any excuse is good enough, I suppose. Christmas morning, I left Dutchtown at 5 AM on Boudreaux, headed 250 miles north to my mother's ...

( Click pictures for larger view ) Having finished up a pretty intense week in Arlington, TX, the kind folks at American Airlines cappe...