Well, I guess I've developed an annual tradition.

One sunny Saturday afternoon in 2014, I was southbound on Highway 427 in Toronto, aboard my purple 1993 Harley-Davidson Sportster. This stretch of road, some 12 miles long, is one of the most heavily ...

I have Multiple Sclerosis, but it doesn’t have me. This is not a story about MS, though. It’s a story about how my motorcycle gave me my life back. MS slowly took my ability to ride away. It eats away ...

"The right tool for the job" refers to more than just your wrenches and screwdrivers. If you frequently work on your bike, it’s convenient to have a motorcycle lift for basic maintenance. Whether it ...

The first crash was easy. It was a Revel scooter, an electric thing you rent through an app. A Vespa, minus the charm and speed. They popped up in my Brooklyn neighborhood like dandelions. I took one ...

It started with my boyfriend taking me for a ride on his bike weeks before. When I asked how the motorcycle worked, he implied that it was "too dangerous for a woman." I don't like it when people tell ...

Harry has been writing and talking about motorcycles for 15 years, although he's been riding them for 45 years! After a long career in music, he turned his hand to writing and television work, ...

It was 1973 and I was a 23-year-old hippie girl teaching creative writing to fifth graders at a posh suburban private school in Milwaukee. I drove there every morning on my little motorcycle named ...