Today I am traveling to Fort Lauderdale to visit a lifelong friend of mine Paul Slevinsky, who lives and works there. We had been in touch over the last couple of weeks and had worked a day into my schedule for us to connect. I haven't seen Paul since 2006 when he was home to Edmonton for a visit. Paul and I met in the 6th grade home room class at J.J. Bowlen Junior High School, our home room teacher was Mr. Merrills. I think you could say that up to that po...

Up at 0615 and curbside hailing a cab by 0645 to take me to the airport. I am starting to realize that all Philly cabbies use the full on full off (FoFo) gas pedal method. It is always a great way to start the day - being car sick! Naturally when I select Credit on the touch screen in the backseat after the 15 minute fare, the driver asks if I would prefer to pay cash, I saw that coming and had 2 bucks on me just for that. Reluctantly I give it to him, despite t...

The morning found me less than 200 km from Daytona Beach, a distance I pulled off in less than 90 minutes. I was headed to the DB Triumph dealership to see a feller named Hewel. I had previously spoken to him regarding storing my bike for a few days while I go to Philadelphia, and also selling me a new rear tire that I knew I would need by now. Daytona Beach is NASCAR country and the way we have arenas and stadiums in the hearts of our cities, DB has a 2.5...

Rarely do my bike trips have any hard deadlines, but this one this year is very different. I need to be in Daytona Beach on Tuesday when I have an appointment at Daytona Beach Triumph for new rear tire and they are going to store my bike for a few days. I will be flying to Philadelphia to do another CSAPS shoot later this week. It is 675ish km from KW to DB, and basing that drive on going there Saturday, I didn't want to have to do it in one day. I presumed the ...

Today was non-riding day spent walking around Key West, specifically Duval Street, which is the main drag. Yesterday when I arrived about 1730hrs it was bumper to bumper cars moving at a snail's pace with a ton of foot traffic made up of tourists and revellers. The first thing I saw when I popped out of my motel room to go get some yogurt for breakfast was that everyone I saw was moving the slow methodical pace of the catatonically hungover. I had heard the whoo...