Screw Easy!
“Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what’s a heaven for?” — Robert Browning I don’t like things easy. Ironically, I have it pretty easy, so in my case, I have to go hunt down ‘hard’ on … Continued
Polyglot Throttling
Jikle. That was the word I was looking for. Couldn’t find it in seslisozluk online Turkish dictionary. Or rather, I couldn’t tell which of the 20 entries was the one I needed. Vedat to the rescue. He knows engines AT … Continued
Between Spirit & Matter
All instruction is but a finger pointing to the moon; and those whose gaze is fixed upon the pointer will never see beyond. Even let him catch sight of the moon, and still he cannot see its beauty. This is … Continued
Weekend of Mud Wrestling
You know it’s a good ride when you have to get hosed down back at the track. And even afterwards, Fulia and I were still picking clumps of mud out of our hair. I have no idea how I have … Continued
My Ketogenic Universe
Okay, I was not in shabby shape when I started on a ketogenic diet in May. I was at 19% body fat and a musclehead in love with weightlifting, but wanted to develop more athleticism than you can get from … Continued
Republic Day Ride…
Whatever residual question marks I had in my mind about road riding versus dirt, Turkey’s Republic Day removed most of them. I was able to spend the majority of that weekend on my bike, riding with some of my new … Continued
Bonding with Baby
I have the best of both worlds: most weekends I’m out in the dirt, learning enduro at MotocrossPark Kilyos. And now that I have a street bike, when I’m not playing in the dirt, I’m motoring around town. I’m quite … Continued
Dirt Girl Goes Street
Hubby’s response when he saw Love Letter to My Sherco: “What? So now you love THIS bike? Why did you buy the Yamaha, then?” What can I say? Sherco IS my first love. My heart is in the dirt, as … Continued
Ready…Set…NEXT!
“You have five years, starting…NOW!” I said to Vedat, starting the (nonexistent) stopwatch on my wrist. I was explaining to my new little brother how my life tends to run in very distinct intervals of five years, with everything changing … Continued
Love Letter to My Sherco. First of Many.
I was finally reunited with my Sherco 250 SEF-R. Okay, not MINE, technically. Sinan’s. But I’m quite sure I’m the one who loves her best. It has been four and a half weeks since I last rode her, what with … Continued