It happened in the parking lot of a roadside diner somewhere between Flagstaff and Sedona. I'd just finished a mediocre burger and was juggling my gloves, phone, and a $600…
I'll never forget the first time I watched back footage from my inaugural helmet-mounted GoPro ride through the Tail of the Dragon. I'd carefully positioned the camera on top of…
I still remember the first time I saw a fighter pilot's helmet at an air show in Nevada—the visor ablaze with targeting data, altitude readings, and threat warnings projected directly…
I'll never forget the moment I realized my clamp-on Bluetooth unit had finally given up the ghost. It was during a 600-mile Iron Butt run through the Cascade Mountains, somewhere…
I'll never forget the sinking feeling I had standing in a Seattle coffee shop, watching through the rain-streaked window as a kid casually walked up to my Ducati, picked up…
I'll never forget the conversation I had with a rider at a gas station outside Asheville, North Carolina. He was sporting a pristine AGV Pista GP RR—a $1,500 masterpiece of…
I'll never forget the scene at Denver International Airport in 2019. A fellow rider stood at the TSA checkpoint, his pristine Arai RX-7V cradled under one arm, a boarding pass…
It happened again last Tuesday. Rolling southbound on the 101 through Santa Barbara at 11 PM, traffic sparse, moon hidden behind marine layer—and suddenly every oncoming headlight transformed into a…
I'll never forget the afternoon I pulled my AGV K6 from its bag at Laguna Seca, only to discover that my brand-new mirrored visor looked like someone had taken sandpaper…
I'll never forget the white-knuckle ride through Oregon's Cascade Range when an unexpected storm turned my visor into a waterfall. Despite my best efforts with gloved fingers, the water sheeted…