Tag Archives: Cross Country


First posted on Chin on the Tank… I’m cruising on Interstate 80, descending through the jagged, brown peaks of Nevada, when I first set eyes on northern Utah. In an instant the landscape changes from the familiar desert to barren white flats as I cross the border. It’s fucking wild! Then came the sign for […]

Crossing California

There was no greater feeling than crossing the desert through the open air atop my two-wheeled machine. I rode to a place that seemed so far distant on a map. The contrast of orange sand dunes against the big blue sky vibrated across my brain at a 100 miles an hour. After 3,500 miles I […]

Down to the Bayou

PA on it’s worst day is still breezy compared to hell of NOLA in the summer. Dennis and I hit breakfast in the French Market and watched the aftermath of hurricane Irene on CNN. We hit up Decatur St. and we’re immediately pulled into an Asian massage parlor. Happy endings aside, these Asians were the […]

White Summer, Black Mountain Side

A day off the bikes for a day up the Black Mountains of North Carolina. I’m just outside Asheville in a cabin built of vinyl records. Brian, a friend of Dennis’, set us up in his pad for the next two days. He has the most impressive record collection I’ve ever seen and lines every […]

Into the Sun

The journey begins from Philadelphia to Washington D.C. The bikes are packed and ready to traverse the country. It’s Dennis and I on our cycles. I’ve turned my cafe Harley into a touring bike, equipped as our lifeline in case of any mishaps. It’s packing a complete tool set for both bikes, an on-board air […]