I still remember the first time a father approached me at a bike show, his seven-year-old daughter tugging at his sleeve, eyes wide with excitement about her first ride. "What…
I'll never forget the moment Sarah pulled off her full-face helmet at our coffee stop near Angeles Crest Highway. A seasoned rider with three years under her belt, she'd spent…
I'll never forget the morning I nearly low-sided my Ducati in the Smoky Mountains because my visor fogged up mid-corner. One second I had crystal-clear vision through a sweeping left-hander;…
I'll never forget the morning I nearly rear-ended a Tesla on Pacific Coast Highway. The sun had just crested the Santa Monica Mountains, transforming my visor into a blinding mirror…
I'll never forget the first time I took a rock to the chin at 45 mph. I was testing a new dual-sport bike through the Angeles National Forest, carving through…
I'll never forget the day a younger rider walked into the shop, beaming with pride over the "steal" he'd just scored—a premium Arai helmet for $80 at a garage sale.…
I'll never forget walking into my uncle's garage three years ago and spotting a pristine Shoei RF-1100 still in its original box, tucked away on a shelf collecting dust. "Birthday…
I still remember the day a riding buddy of mine walked away from a 60 mph highside with nothing more than a bruised ego and sore ribs. His helmet—a mid-range…
I'll never forget the day a fellow journalist walked into the press room at Laguna Seca with a fresh scrape down the side of his helmet. He'd lowsided coming out…
I'll never forget the conversation I overheard at a track day in Laguna Seca three years ago. Two riders were arguing passionately about helmet shell materials—one swearing by his budget…