Ride into the Mystery: Discover the Latest Motorcycle Monk Story
"I climbed onto the worn seat of my Harley hog, wobbly from the last few shots of tequila". . .
My Feature Stories
Stang - A1967 Mustang Memoir
Stang - A1967 Mustang Memoir
Stang - A1967 Mustang Memoir
My sleek muscular lines turned heads. Under my hood were 8 cylinders and 289 cubic inches of fuel and air capacity that produced 225 horsepower. All those horses could propel me to speeds over 120 mph. They called me a Mustang pony but if you ask me, I was pure thoroughbred.
Dad, Batman, and Cornbread
Stang - A1967 Mustang Memoir
Stang - A1967 Mustang Memoir
“Come on, Son! The new Batman TV show is going to start soon,” my dad shouted from the kitchen. I was so excited. My dad had been telling me about this new superhero show for weeks. I ran from my room leaving G.I. Joe to fight his own battles as I slid into my favorite place in front of the TV.
Quick Pitch Right
Stang - A1967 Mustang Memoir
Quick Pitch Right
I stood in the huddle with raindrops cascading down my helmet. The cold rain stinging my eyes. It was a typical October night in Seattle, 41° with a steady stream of rain. I could see everyone's breath steam out as eleven of us stood in the huddle at the 42-yard line of the opponents.
The Unknown Path
Thursday's with Sensei
Quick Pitch Right
I wonder which way to turn or even if a turn is possible? In the distance I hear a howling, maybe a coyote? No, the pitch is too low, there is too much growl in it. Ah, is it a wolf out roaming the woodlands on this effervescent evening?
Thursday's with Sensei
Thursday's with Sensei
Thursday's with Sensei
"Then I would remember the old Nike commercial: Just Do It! But what would put me over the top and heading southbound on I-5 toward the dojo was Sensei’s expression about training: “Just Get Here!”
A Salior's Destination
Thursday's with Sensei
Thursday's with Sensei
The freedom of the sun’s rays escaped from the clouds, penetrating deep into my bronzed skin. My manic thoughts are mercifully calmed by the sound of the water lapping on the hull and the wind rippling the sails. The smell of suntan lotion and sea spray ease my psyche and spirit.