Past time to rain on our parade

Past time to rain on our parade

Dark, ominous clouds loomed on the horizon Monday night as I rode my Harley out of Roanoke and headed home after a long day. Then the lightning started. I stepped up my pace. This looked like a storm that I needed to beat home. Even with what appeared to be an...
The Parkway's loss of innocence

The Parkway's loss of innocence

Rode my Super Glide up to Waynesboro Sunday along with friends from the Roanoke Valley Harley Owners Group to participate in a gathering of HOG members from all parts of Virginia. The trip back gave me an excuse to head East on U.S. 250 to the Blue Ridge Parkway and...