No great dirt bike story starts with a kid trying to earn a Webelos Badge in a church basement. Just kidding.  It was there, that my future as a Boy Scout came to an abrupt halt. I was about 10 and Mr. Walters, our Scoutmaster, had the gall to toss

Most people can recall a time when they could just kick themselves for being so dull or self-absorbed. I have four of them and they all involve famous racers. The first was when I was 21 and living in Georgia. It began with my brother’s 1956 Harley-Davidson Panhead chopper.

The greatest movie of all time, On Any Sunday, is about those blonde-haired, blue-eyed, godless boys of sunny Southern California. Now, just hear me out. It’s not that we didn’t like the movie, up there in the black culm hills of northeastern Pennsylvania. We loved it, we idolized

These cobalt blue skies of September, so typical of Colorado, are much rarer an occurrence in the northeast of Pennsylvania between Scranton and Carbondale. Still, they transport me back to the days of riding motocross bikes with the iron boys. We, that piloted them, were the grandsons of Ellis Island