A long time ago on a incredibly hot, hot, summer day, I was poking around in an old dried up creek bed back in the woods behind my Granny Tucker's farmhouse. I was tired, hot and bored, and I also had snakes perpetually on my brain. But I wasn't skeered, as I was sufficiently armed (I thought) with my trusty lever-action Daisy BB gun. Then I heard the most distinct rattle, origininating from somewhere down…

I coasted the bike into the garage, closing the overhead door by hand so the motor wouldn't wake anybody in the house. Sitting my aching fanny on one of the lawnmower tires, I gingerly unsnapped the buckles of each of my Alpinestar boots and eased into the kitchen on sweaty sock feet; it looked like I had made it home free. Then "CLICK". The harsh light of reality in the form of the kitchen lights…

Enough already with the steady diet of the Corvacalypse; it's Charlie Bravo Day! As an added bonus, a good friend of ours is completing his last sessions of chemotherapy and radiation today, and Charlie, Zach and I are joining with a group of riders to give him a motorcycle escort back to his own Casa; stay tuned. Anyway, back to the subject at paw, dogs; what prompts this hold that dogs have upon us? Does…

Sunday morning; the hummingbirds are beginning their annual infiltration and the pollen has turned the motorcycles the shade of unwashed underwear, but all in all, it's all good at the Casa. In the last year, I've had to do things that in a previous life I would have never considered possible to stay afloat: ridden motorcycle funeral escorts with a broken leg, hauled cars cross country with a broken collarbone and ribs, driven Uber and…

Will this situation ever end? The bickering, the back biting, the smearing, the claustrophobia, all of it is becoming so pervasive that I don't think that I can take it for even one more second? Oh, you thought I was talking about the Corocalypse; nah, that's small potatos compared to what's currently transpiring at the Casa del Whackos. It seems that Charlie and Titus have somehow discovered some high-octane stimulants of which I was unaware,…

Dad here with a simple request: can we all take a break from drinking from the punchbowl spiked with hatred? Charlie's page was started with the purpose of providing a non-saccharine refuge from the barrage of negative crap on social media. She is as an apolitical being as ever existed; as far as she's concerned, all celebrities, politicians, actors, basically anyone who holds themselves in higher regard than the rest of us is unworthy of…

Dad here; the only thing that makes me happier than telling off on someone else is telling off on myself. Since this whole Corona thing has gotten eveyone shut up inside, I've had the entire Arkansas River Trail mostly to myself. The trail is such that I can ride a 16, a 20, or a 25+ mile loop; I usually opt for the 20 unless I'm feeling a bit sparky. Well, the other night I…