I arrived in Stanton early, before the heat had gathered itself into the full wet authority of a Kentucky summer afternoon. Rose, my Indian Springfield, stood beside the fuel pump looking patient and mildly superior, the way big touring motorcycles sometimes do when their owners are busy forming plans. The plan, as usual, was simple enough to be dangerous. I would ride the … [Read more...] about Looking Through Stone at Red River Gorge
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Where the Two Rivers Meet — Marietta, Ohio
There are towns that seem to have been waiting all these years for a motorcycle to arrive properly, and Marietta is one of them. On a warm summer morning, with Rose idling along Front Street, her Thunderstroke sending that slow floorboard pulse up through my boots, the place feels less like a stop and more like a beginning. The air smells of river water, hot brick and … [Read more...] about Where the Two Rivers Meet — Marietta, Ohio
