The TV is too loud because he’s hard of hearing, and he leans forward so he doesn’t miss a word, his eyes hungry, unblinking. The motorcycle sport documentary On Any Sunday plays on the screen, and though my dad has probably seen it a dozen times, his fascination will never fade. He’s watching the part about the famous Widowmaker hill climb-- the 1,000-foot-tall mountain slope in Utah that only twenty riders out
I started riding when I was twenty-one, and at the time the only thing I knew about motorcycles was that I didn’t want to be someone else’s passenger. The first motorcycle I bought was beautiful and tiny: a Honda Rebel 250 with an electric blue paint job and a speedometer that worked sporadically. It fit me perfectly. Over the course of the first summer I rode it, I was excited to experiment with
After collapsing into a post-baby-travel-day stupor at my mom's house last night (all the Gravol, none of the vomiting!), I found myself "watching television," as opposed to "watching individual shows," which I think is the most salient difference between not-having and having a DVR-like device. If you have a DVR, you record shows and watch them, and if you don't, you're more prone to just trance-ing out and flipping through the channels. NOTE: The Golden…
