Colin Dullaghan

On vacation in Laguna Beach, California for a few days. Looking forward to some uneventful beach lolling and gallery strolling.
So far the people watching is almost as good as the car ogling. And that’s all the -ings for today, since it’s 11 here but 3 a.m. our time, and we’ve been up since 5. [...]

In a completely uncharacteristic maneuver, I took no pictures of this weekend’s motorcycle adventure. Tom and I took a course from the Indiana Motorcycle Operator Safety Education Program – the Experienced Rider Course.
We decided it was a good time to hone his skills, since he’s only been back riding again for a few months, [...]

In a completely uncharacteristic maneuver, I took no pictures of this weekend’s motorcycle adventure. Tom and I took a course from the Indiana Motorcycle Operator Safety Education Program – the Experienced Rider Course.
We decided it was a good time to hone his skills, since he’s only been back riding again for a few months, [...]

In a completely uncharacteristic maneuver, I took no pictures of this weekend’s motorcycle adventure. Tom and I took a course from the Indiana Motorcycle Operator Safety Education Program – the Experienced Rider Course.
We decided it was a good time to hone his skills, since he’s only been back riding again for a few months, [...]

Text-messaging is something fairly new to a lot of us, and I’ve got a feeling that in the future we’ll look back at the procedure of tapping out brief little messages to one another for fifteen cents a pop while trying to merge onto a highway as being a little, well, silly.
On most phones, at [...]

Last weekend.
Bike trip.
Tom, me.
Paper map.
Traced trail.
Loose suggestion.
Roadside diversions.
Iron hulks.
Stuck there.
Not us.
Open road.
Sharp curve.
Tall corn.
Blind corner.
Bent handlebars.
Haspin Acres.Free admission.
Deep mud.
Questionable mount.Horizontal V-Strom.
Small town.Great names.
Metamora, Indiana.River locks.
Pressing on.
State park.
Diner dinner.
Camp fire.
Tent sleep.
Bright morning.
Off again.

Well, The inaugural running of the Moto GP at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway was amazing, but it did get cut a few laps short because of inclement weather, probably the remnants of Hurricane Ike. To their credit, the assembled fans suffered through the rain and wind nonetheless, all except for Tom — he liked it.

Well, The inaugural running of the Moto GP at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway was amazing, but it did get cut a few laps short because of inclement weather, probably the remnants of Hurricane Ike. To their credit, the assembled fans suffered through the rain and wind nonetheless, all except for Tom — he liked it.

Well, The inaugural running of the Moto GP at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway was amazing, but it did get cut a few laps short because of inclement weather, probably the remnants of Hurricane Ike. To their credit, the assembled fans suffered through the rain and wind nonetheless, all except for Tom — he liked it.

I hate politics. The only thing I hate more than hearing about them is a talking about them, but I have to admit that the things I *do* like to discuss — motorcycle adventures, linguistics, various flavors of Lucky Charm, etc — aren’t likely to change the world.
Unfortunately, these world-changing things are generally confusing to [...]