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Yoop! There it is!
Long story short: Finally got me a BMW GSA. Went for a shakedown ride to Michigan’s Upper Peninsula (aka “the Yoop”). Cut through Canada. Checked out Mackinaw City. Cruised dunes along Lake Michigan. Ate a pastie…tasty. Eyeballed Lake Superior. Rode 2150 miles and didn’t hit a deer. Bonded with new bike. No drama, home to…
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Mille Miglia New England
Lago di Como, meet Lake Winnipesaukee. Passo dello Stelvio, say hi to Jefferson Notch Road. Autostrade Uno, I give you I-93. It’s good that we get to know each other. Because this Connecticut Yankee is going to traverse King James’ old colonial court aboard his very sleek, very Italian motorbike, searching for la dolce vita in the…
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A Town Called Allis
For American kids who came of age in the Eighties, The Jam were a slightly off-kilter band. Not as iconically punk as the Sex Pistols, not as commercially successful as the Clash (my first true love), and not as sonically original as Gang of Four. Nevertheless, one spin of This Is the Modern World and…
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