Today I came across to this photo of Larry Wilkox on a Kawasaki bike, remembering the old tims of the CHIPs tv-show that wen on-air in the USA from 1977 to 1983.
As far as I can remember the show came to Italy with little ‘delay’ so I clearly remember my 10 years-old me watching the show during lunch or afternoon snack.
The show, with a couple of others, was essential to my interest in bikes at later age … and today, as you've come to see recently.

After two or three years I had the chance to make a ride with a fellow motorcyclist known over Instagram, that later I discovered living in the town near mine. He took this picture of me … and I love it!

P.S. = my bike, after 8 years, is still in stock configuration. There are many customization I could do but, no real gain implementing those and I prefer to spend my money on fuel and technical apparel.

Although my son has been flooding my music stream with songs of questionable taste and abysmal quality these past few weeks, my musical taste has entirely different roots, far from his musical world.
At this hour, the world mourns the passing of drummer Jack DeJonette who, along with a plethora of other jazz musicians, established musical and aesthetic standards that will forever remain a cornerstone in music.

This trio album represents one of the most significant and fruitful collaborations this artist left us (along with his partners-in-crime).

Nothing extremely special happens here lately. And I am so grateful for that.
I'm reading comics and blog for pure pleasure. No pressure to be ‘informed’ on the latest big thing. I am making time for myself.

Also, I am very glad Vincent embraced my ‘request’ and gave back to us Scribblers the explore feature. That page makes me feel a member

Kevin is one of the my personal all-times favourite rider on a motorbike. He was for motorcycling what Andrè Agassi was to me for tennis. They were “role models” of raw talent and strongwill and cornerstones for those disciplines.

Today I find myself enjoying most of the ‘work’ done by current champions, but none of them ignite my passion like they did at the time. I wonders if that's because I am getting old, or because times have changed and there's no more space for spontaneity in modern sports, where the current protagonists are breed since childhood to do that sport.

Did you ever heard of ‘Corto Maltese’ comic's character by the Italian master Hugo Pratt?

If you love adventures by the sea, and some philosophical digression over life and people's interactions give this title a shot. You'll thank me later…

❝ Keep in mind there's a clock ticking that we can't see, so love whoever loves you and enjoy your life.
— unknown

The youngest child / cat of our family has a deep phisical connection to me and my wife and simply loves to be with us on the table after dinner time. We have a long one so there's more than enough space to do so.

The other day we had a rotisserie chicken for dinner and a couple of beers. I took a chance to take this silly photo, which makes me smile.

One of the fanciest motorcycles ever for me is this Triumph Speed Triple model which, over the years, has maintained to me all its appeal and currently is still one of the bikes I'd like to have if I had to change my Ducati Monster.

Italy’s been split in half in these days. In the North we are having heavy rains and cold. I the South we’re dealing with the hot Scirocco’s African wind, with more than 34ºC.

So, waiting for the rain coming down in the next couple of days, we’re enjoying some seaside life.