Hi, thanx for stopping by. Come on in, kick your shoes off. It's a simple life here, don't mind me if I just get up, walk out and go for a ride. Oh sure, you're welcome to ride along though I've no particular place to go most of the time. Sooooo.....prepare to wind up anywhere. High school grad of '75, not much to brag about there. Served my country toward the end of the Viet-Nam conflict.

....and still to this day my greatest attribute to the world has been a most loving daughter who just recently graduated from med school herself, as a cardio-tech. You might say "she does the heart good".

I hope you enjoy some of the pictures I've posted, they are just a few captured moments in time.

I stand and salute the two-wheelers....ha....no matter what you ride. I myself, have straddled a wide variety of rides. My own love of two wheels began when I was 12. The neighbor kid rode his '70 minibike to our rural farm. He, my brother, and myself spent the afternoon jumping a dirt hill in our front yard, until we (one of us) jumped too high, landed too hard!!! Broke that little Honda's frame clean in two. Man, that was some big air....What? I didn't mean to.

When I was old enough to understand the whole biking genre, I myself had the good fortune of being in the right place at the right time. You see, I owned a 1968 Cougar, nice in its own right, but my buddy owned a '75 Bonneville Triumph. I WANTED that bike. It became my first. She taught me a lot. Like...how to rebuild a 750 two-stroke...over and over. A couple of cows and three or four Yamahas later, I'm now astride the nicest piece of machinery I have ever owned....Oh don't get me wrong....I've ridden nicer, I just didn't own 'em.

So if you see a free spirit rolling down the road on two wheels with a framing square, a skill saw, and a hammer strapped to his chrome luggage rack....don't laugh....I might be on my way to build your next house.

....Hell, after 30 years in the business.... I may have built the house you live in now.