Life on the Road
I remember Idaho Street and summers picking at tar strips in the concrete streets where I grew up. Bicycle riding and baseball games took place there along with hopscotch and squirt gun fights. Even before my second birthday I had found another world on the road.
Road Study
Nearly sixty years later I still appreciate the road and the world which unfolds upon it. Riding has brought me in close contact with the road — looking closely at its physical properties as they relate to riding, and considering the metaphysical properties of riding itself.
I still like touching the road.
Where it Ends Nobody Knows
Round and round we go. I love the road — on two wheels, in a car or on foot. The road is a mystery of which I continue to attempt to unravel. I took a road view as a kid and am still doing the same thing now.