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Achievable Dream DVD Series

achievabledream-boxI am now convinced there are aliens living among us.  I became so convinced after watching the Achievable Dream DVD Series produced and hosted by Grant and Susan Johnson, the founders of the Horizons Unlimited web portal.

This five-DVD disc set features interviews and presentations from ordinary individuals (I could have sworn that I saw at least a few of them in my local supermarket) who are living the dream of traveling the world on two wheels.  It is when I looked into the passion-lit eyes of these seemingly ordinary people, that I became convinced that they are aliens indeed.

My conviction became a certainty when (more…)

Where I am Meant to Be

Lonely ST2No matter what the weather is like, for the next ninety days I will not be riding my motorcycle.  That is by choice.  By choice of the Pennsylvania Department of Transportation which sternly demanded my license plate due to my failure to pay $8.  In demanding my license plate the Department of Transportation suspended my registration for the next 90 days.

I failed to pay $8 to my motorcycle insurance carrier. $8 was the increase in my premium when I lost the multi-vehicle discount on my policy.  I lost the multi-vehicle (more…)

Some Days

Some DaysThe article “Motorcycle Maintenance: Some Days It’s Harder Than Others” by Bud Miller/Zen Motorcyclist was originally published on the “RoadRUNNER Motorcycle Touring & Travel” magazine website on 11/17/2013.

I have a friend; let’s call him Fred. A long time ago, before he learned to do his own maintenance and before he saw the wisdom in purchasing a trailer, Fred had a unique method for getting his motorcycle to the shop for service. His method involved (more…)

Back to the Present

2013-09-14 14.49.22As a boy I had a fascination with time machines.  Many a night I would fall asleep to a dream of a time machine transporting me to a mysterious and exotic epoch or place.  Little did I know that in my 30s I would acquire something superior to even the modified DeLorean DMC-12 which sent Marty McFly back to 1955.  I am talking about a motorcycle.  At this time of the year when we thank and reflect coincides with the end of (more…)

Misery or Memory

Misery_MemoryThe article “Misery or Memory” by Bud Miller was originally published on the “RoadRUNNER Motorcycle Touring & Travel” magazine website on 9/22/2013.

I left Cori’s house in New Jersey last Monday morning under a clear sky. The temperature was in the 60s. I had about a 70-mile trip home. I-95 and 476 (a.k.a. The Blue Route) can be a nerve-wracking ride as anyone who’s ever ridden them at or near rush hour can attest to. I suited up but didn’t bother checking the forecast, which of course (more…)


change-180x180The article “Change” by Bud Miller was originally published on the “RoadRUNNER Motorcycle Touring & Travel” magazine website on 9/08/2013.

Once in a while it can seem as though everything is changing and sometimes that’s actually the case and it can be a bit overwhelming, at least for me. I’m not used to adapting to a lot of changes all at once; but I keep telling myself that change is good and not to be feared, so too with growth and progress. So I adapt, adjust, move ahead, and replace fear with motivation. Some things, thankfully, are constant.

Last week I had an appointment to finally have new rubber put on Big Red, after 2,000 miles to the RoadRUNNER Touring Weekend and back, I was well overdue. As it happened I had scheduled a job interview for later the same afternoon (more…)

Let’s Just Ride

Lets-Just-Ride-772x544The article “Let’s Just Ride” by Bud Miller was originally published on the “RoadRUNNER Motorcycle Touring & Travel” magazine website on 9/01/2013.

Cori and I currently live about an hour and a half apart, I in southeastern Pennsylvania. and she in New Jersey just across the Commodore Barry Bridge from Philadelphia. Occasionally I’ll commute to work on the bike, bags packed, and head to her house for the weekend. I have to ride the Pennsylvania turnpike, the “Blue route” and I-95 to get there and it can be a harrowing ride; but once over the bridge there are miles and miles of empty country roads to ride.

Last weekend we awoke to one of the most gorgeous days of the summer with low humidity and the temperature in the 80s so we decided to take a ride. “Where to?” she said. “Let’s not make a plan, let’s just ride” and so that’s what we did. We rode a meandering course southeast taking back-roads on a whim, not caring about where we were, and simply enjoying the day and each other’s company. We kept commenting on how unbelievably nice the day was and what a great idea it was to just ride.

After a while we pulled in for a cold drink and to finally figure out where we were. We realized we were only an hour from the beach so we decided to make The Deauville Inn in Strathmere our destination for lunch. I set the GPS to avoid highways and toll roads and we made it to the beach without having to sit in any traffic (a first in my memory of many trips to the Jersey shore as a kid).

After lunch on the deck and a short walk to the water we headed for home. As we passed farm after farm and pointed out all the cows in the fields Cori said in her own sweet way “I could see myself having a few cows someday,” to which I responded, “for the milk?” “No” she said with a lilt in her voice, “for the love.” That’s my Cori, a conduit of all that is good and in her bones a lover of life who would keep cows as pets.

Every ride is a good ride; some, though, are great rides when the universe conspires to give you what you seek. On this ride all we sought was to be in the sun together and let the road take us where it would. We didn’t need elaborate planning or a particularly special destination; but as we rode along I was reminded (as I am often) that when you are with someone special, you are someplace special.

Meeting Isaiah

IsaiahThe article “Meeting Isaiah” by Bud Miller was originally published on the “RoadRUNNER Motorcycle Touring & Travel” magazine website on 8/18/2013.

On the last day of the RoadRUNNER Touring Weekend in Maggie Valley, NC, Joe Trey (Adventure Hermit) and I toured the Wheels Through Time Museum taking photos and bumping into riders we had met over the weekend. Joe was headed off to ride the Trans-America Trail. I was jealous since I was staring at 700 miles of highway to get me back home in time for work on Tuesday.

Heading off into the rain I was less than ecstatic about the ride, I’m no big fan of superslabbing; too many semis for my liking and the V-Strom can get blown around a bit. Joe had grabbed a Blue Ridge Parkway map for me at the museum and after several hours of I-81 I decided to get away from the heat and madness of highway travel.

I took the Blue Ridge the last 100 miles or so to Lexington and the next day hopped on Skyline Drive for another 100 miles. Both roads added to the total mileage but it gave me time to reflect on the happenings of the weekend and to meet more riders, one of whom was my new pal Isaiah. We met on Skyline Drive at a rest stop. He was sitting on a blanket on a picnic table dressed like his owners and perfectly content to be geared up. Isaiah loves to ride and has been featured in an armed forces publication after being spotted at Rolling Thunder in Washington D.C.

I asked if I could take his picture, Isaiah obliged and I sat and talked with his owners who are from Browntown, VA, which was just down the road. They didn’t want to give their names, happy to let Isaiah grab all the attention. We talked about Rolling Thunder, riding, Isaiah’s fame, the weather, and good causes, and how if you ever need help for a cause just ask a group of motorcyclists.

As I rode along the rest of Skyline Drive the events of the weekend caught up with me and found their proper places in my backlog of memories and I was glad I took the detour from the highway. Sometimes you make new friends and with a pang of regret you have to leave, not knowing when you’ll meet up again. Sometimes, though, you turn a corner, take a detour, and meet a sweet soul or two and share a tender moment before moving along. I find myself seeking out these little interactions more and more. They are one of the true joys of motorcycling.