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…
I'll never forget the moment I realized I'd been riding blind. Not literally, of course—but squinting into the low-angle autumn sun on Highway 1, frantically fumbling with my visor at…
I'll never forget watching a rider at a gas station struggling to remove his helmet, his face emerging red and compressed, with deep pressure marks running from his temples to…
I'll never forget the moment I learned the hard way about vision correction on a motorcycle. Carving through the Tail of the Dragon at dawn, my glasses fogged up completely…
I'll never forget the day a veteran rider pulled me aside at a track event and asked me to repeat myself—three times. He wasn't being rude; he simply couldn't hear…
I remember the exact moment I realized my helmet was destroying my neck. Mile 437 of a cross-country ride through Montana, somewhere between Missoula and Billings, my right hand unconsciously…