What a week! Sometimes being in the Biker Lawyer business is rough. This week, two clients run smack over on their bikes by drivers with no insurance, other clients confessing to FBI on hidden camera, and someone in my office keeps stealing my damn pomegranate juice from the fridge! Is nothing sacred? So, by the…

I am not one of those obsessive ‘iron butt’ guys. You know, the 10 day, 10,000 mile type. But you could say that I am a moderately rigid butt guy, but iron, NO, not me. To be a proficient ‘iron butt’ guy you’ve got to be kind of a loner, a masochist, a compulsive overachiever…

I’ve ridden my share of bikes in this life. I can’t think of a brand I haven’t piloted at one point or another. Even odd stuff like Ural, KTM, Garelli, Moto Guzzi, and Matchless, despite my Harley proclivities. I’ve been lucky to throw a leg over enough bikes to fill a parking deck. With bike…

So there I was out on the interstate with an early 40’s Harley Davidson. It chugs along surprisingly well on the modern highway. Tall rear sprocket, short front! Cars cruise by on my left perhaps slowed by the appearance of an odd character astride a 70 year old contraption clunking and banging along at 60…

My college art professor, whose name now escapes me, once said “art is whatever moves your soul.” Taken on its face, this statement allows us to appreciate many mediums as art, be they music, dance, pottery or metal sculpture or machine. Can you tell where I am headed with this? All that is necessary is…

Last summer my friend Dan Forrest invited me to come down to a motorcycle rally he hosts in Warm Springs, Georgia known as the “Xtreme Rider Rally”. The Rally was on a warm weekend in April, generally the same time each year. Dan’s in the business and his biker apparel shop of the same name…

Well, it finally happened to me. I hear about it all day long. I represent those who have done so. I watch and cheer for it on speed channel. But, I finally had the big one. I crashed (and burned) my Suzuki Hayabusa in the north Georgia mountains on Highway 19 just outside Dahlonega. Ladies…

 I think back to November 26th, 2002. I remember it because it was 2 days before Thanksgiving that year. It was unseasonably cold in Atlanta with temps in the 20’s and 30’s. Good riding weather had retired for the year along with the warm summer sun. I called my brother in law Keith across town…

I love the custom of naming inanimate objects, especially vehicles. Personifying them with a moniker, endearing the object to us, identifying it as our own. Especially when we put a nametag on a bike, owned and loved through miles and years and good times and bad, when done with purpose and meaning. I’ve known many…

I have ridden all my life and the only time that I have not ridden Harleys was back in the 70’s and 80’s when I couldn’t afford one. Despite the AMF days, before the big buyout (which of course, like most good investments, I did not get in on), Harleys have always been cool, even…