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Fall Rain

Posted by Ted Edwards | Sep 6, 2021 | Ride Life | 0 |

To The Man I Never Met

Posted by Ted Edwards | Sep 4, 2021 | Ride Life | 6 |

Fall Rain

by Ted Edwards | Sep 6, 2021 | Ride Life | 0 |

Fall came today like always does in the Northwest, like a light switch flicked by the finger of God.
Yesterday, smoke from forest fires hung in the air perverting the sky sour and sunsets blood red, lingering in the air with depressing tenacity, draining spirits and permeating pores until residents could scarcely remember a day without the smoky blanket of depression draped over them. Then today, the unofficial first day of fall up here in the PNW, God cried “Hold. Enough.”

To The Man I Never Met

by Ted Edwards | Sep 4, 2021 | Ride Life | 6 |

This one goes out to the man I never met, to the man who read my stories, loved my work and now is gone forever. Your name was Robert Terrance Brooks Sr. and you were my editor Rob Brooks’ father.

Geoff Nickless- A Life Behind The Lens

by Ted Edwards | Sep 2, 2021 | Industry & Racing, Ride Life | 2 |

No two forms of art blend so wonderfully as photography and the beauty of the sideways motorcycle. Difficulty in properly capturing the elusive bike in the passing drama makes motorcycle photography equal parts technical challenge and craft developed over time.

Bridge Runner

by J. Joshua Placa | Aug 13, 2021 | Ride Life, Rides & Roads | 0 |

Not far from the quasi-bohemian Arts District of downtown Los Angeles, the defeated remains of a beloved bridge are mourned. The Sixth Street Bridge’s mighty 30-foot reinforced concrete pylons stood as sentinels of the city gates. This area of Downtown LA remains a kind of urban frontier, the frayed edge of a city that seems neither alive nor dead, a shadowy place that draws motorcyclists and adventurers to its wild concrete canyons. Some long-abandoned brick warehouses and factories are now living spaces, bars and no one is quite sure what else; others house only past lives and bad dreams. If you like riding on the edge, this is home.

Slow Bike Fast

by Ted Edwards | Aug 11, 2021 | Legendary Bikes, Nuts & Bolts, Ride Life | 14 |

Deposited like an ambulance delivering two terminally ill patients, a pair of ancient Honda Trial 90s were dropped off in front of my house silently; no fanfare, no excitement, no hurry or joy, unloaded quietly, then slowly rolled into my garage, their future operating room. Last licensed and running when President Clinton was entangled with Monica Lewinsky they languished outside for dozens of years worth of northwest sub-zero temps and triple digit heat. Decrepit and decaying, my job was to get them running. I promised their owner I could. I opened my mouth again.