Take My Hand

I have a life I live inside your heart And I hold you the same and that’s a blissful place to start Nothing else could ever be more true for us So let’s never let it fail or let it fall apart The day should never come where we turn the other way The day should never have us with nothing more to say Take my hand and see what is most true for us Move in the same direction so we don’t have a chance to stray I know sometimes we hurt but love erases all the pain I know sometimes we fall but love helps us up again I can see you I can feel you I can hold up in your eyes I can love you I can touch you I can see through the disguise So take my hand and we can travel into another life Spread our wings and fly away from all the worldly strife Over clouds and stars I know that we can find the way Through the darkest depths where the sun can’t create the day I’ll be with you I will hold you I will forever be your man All you have to do right now is reach out for my hand…



I build machines that run on tears

shattered dreams and fucked up fears

They’re finely tuned from all the years 

of wrenching on their sharpened gears

And as you lose your self control

these machines will take their toll

They only want to grow the hole 

and empty what’s left of your soul

Building steam up as they grind 

from horrid thoughts that fill your mind

They render useless what you find

remaining strength of any kind

When all is said and it is done

you will see that you can’t run

Or hide yourself from anyone

cuz these machines have already won

If there’s a God you’d better pray

that he’ll soon take you away

Because to live another day 

lets my machines shape your decay


Where Am I Going ?

Yes, my last post was an expression of sadness for a relationship that I lost, but all hope is not lost. Joy can find its way into our lives at any given moment if we allow it. One way I allow it is by tapping into the child within me who is free of the heaviness of adult responsibilities. Another way I allow it is to enjoy the beauty of nature. Those two things collided for me long ago when I took up mountain biking, and then eventually dirt bike riding. For me being on two wheels has always been a source of freedom, and combined with the stunning visuals that nature offers, I experience bliss. For this reason I brought a new love into my life recently that will provide me with many pleasurable experiences for many years to come. Without further delay I introduce you to “Liv”…..

Liv, which is a Nordic name meaning “life”, is a 2016 Husqvarna FE350S, and she is the first brand new dirt bike I have ever owned. She is an amazing execution of technology, styling, and durability that surpasses the mainstream dirt bike market by a long shot. Not only is she street-legal right out of the box, but she possesses a trait shared with only one rival – FUEL INJECTION !  She weighs in at only 246 pounds and produces a delightful 46 horsepower from a liquid cooled, single cylinder, twin-overhead cam, 12.3:1 compression ratio, four-stroke motor that can rev up to an aggressive 12,000  rpm. In addition to all that, she starts with a push of a button ! 

It took me many months of research, self-negotiation, and eventually the selling of several other motorcycles I owned to manifest this beauty, and I’m not sure I’ve ever agonized more over the purchase of a motorcycle than I did with this one. After all, I had to part with three other bikes just to come up with 75% of what this one listed for. Luckily the salesman at the dealership was very patient with me, and was continually willing to share his in-depth knowledge of the product every time I called him over the 6 month period it took me to plant this seed and grow it. Finally, on Christmas Eve, I took delivery of her, and have been losing sleep ever since, thinking of all the exciting places we will go together between now and the point in time where my aging body will not take kindly to the abuse of dirt bike riding. I’m hoping that won’t be for another 20 years, and if that’s the case I’ll be going to many enjoyable locations, and quite possibly be writing about some of them here, on lifebehindbarsmoto.com . Here’s to living life to the fullest ! πŸΎπŸŽ‰πŸŽˆ


Where Have I Been ?

It’s been 11 months since my last post. So what have I been up to since last Valentines Day ?      Well…. I was chasing a Unicorn. She was a real beauty with dazzling eyes and a temperament as sweet as a summer day is long. Sadly, after many, many months of attempting to corral this majestic beauty, it became apparent that she was not a creature that should be kept in a pen, and so I had to walk away. It was a sudden departure. One which will take a lot of time for my heart to recover from, but I will never stop loving her.

“Walk Away”

Oh no

Here comes that sun again

That means another day

Without you my friend

And it hurts me

To look into the mirror at myself

And it hurts even more

To have to be with somebody else

And it’s so hard to do

And so easy to say

But sometimes

Sometimes you just have to walk away

Walk away

With so many people

To love in my life

Why do I worry

About one

But you put the happy

In my ness

You put the good times

Into my fun

And it’s so hard to do

And so easy to say

But sometimes

Sometimes you just have to walk away

Walk away

And head for the door

We’ve tried the goodbye

So many days

We walk in the same direction

So that we could never stray

They say if you love somebody

Then you have got to set them free

But I would rather be locked to you

Than live in this pain and misery

They say time will

Make all this go away

But it’s time that has taken my tomorrows

And turned them into yesterdays

And once again that rising sun

Is droppin’ on down

And once again you my friend

Are nowhere to be found

And it’s so hard to do

And so easy to say

But sometimes

Sometimes you just have to walk away

Walk away

And head for the door

You just walk away

Walk away

~ Ben Harper


A Day In The Dirt

To kick off the 2016 riding season, I took a day off of work to get my wheels in the dirt. I’ve spent the last few weekends doing maintenance on the Green Machine, and it was finally time to put it on the truck and take it to the hills.  

I arrived at the staging area about noon, and the sun was shining overhead. The temperature was about 70 and just right for the physical activity I was about to perform. I’ve been doing a lot of strength and endurance training at the gym in the last few months, and I was about to see if it paid off. Within minutes of the kickstand going up, I was in the dirt and feeling so very grateful for the experience I was having. I made up my mind right then that I would do a lot of dirt biking this year. 

I followed a jeep trail down into a ravine where there was a small campsite. Sadly, what was once a really cool spot had been abused by man. There were fire pits full of garbage, and beyond that the area had been scorched by fire. A fire that was started by a hunter that burned hundreds of thousands of acres in Lake County in 2015. It was one of the worst wildfires in California history and it was sickening to see the aftermath.  

I continued on, over a small bridge and up the other side of the ravine. The soil was loose, with lots of gravel and softball sized rocks. I wasn’t intimidated other than the fact that the higher I climbed, the sketchier the trail became. There were off-camber switchbacks, huge ruts, and very few, if any, good lines. Once I reached the ridge the trail got wider and offered me some amazing views. 

I looked at a map of the area and concluded that I’d done about 500 feet of elevation change in less than 10 miles. I kept climbing though, knowing that once I reached a nice peak I would break for some water and a snack. I was about 90 minutes into the ride and was sweating hard but feeling strong. It wasn’t long before I found a great spot to sit and admire the beauty of nature while I rehydrated and fueled myself. 

I realized I was pretty far from anything. I had no cell service, a half a tank of gas, a half a bottle of water, and hadn’t seen another person since the staging area. I decided it was time to turn around and make my way back to some pavement. I took one more pit stop on my way back because the trail looked so good I had to take a picture. 


It turned out to be a fantastic day of riding. I did 65 miles in about 4 hours, went through some very technical terrain, whizzed through some water crossings, and found my way back to the bridge where I’d started. I can’t wait to do it again.  



Back In The Saddle

It’s hard to believe I haven’t written in four months. The truth is, I have so many hobbies that I had to set this one aside for a while. Besides, I haven’t been doing much riding since it’s winter, and California is finally receiving some substantial rainfall, making it tough to get on a bike. I have been spending time in the garage though, prepping my bikes for the 2016 and all it has to offer. I made a great list of places I want to ride, and am looking forward to spending some days in the dirt. To get myself pumped I have gotten back in the saddle for an hour here and an hour there, and am feeling the excitement building as I wait for good weather. I’ve been riding a bike I just bought a few months ago, and have really grown to like it. I wasn’t really looking to buy a bike when I stumbled across this one, but I’m a sucker for black bikes. This one will probably stay in my collection forever.





The First 1000

Having a new motorcycle is always exciting, but the first 1000 miles of breaking it in can be torturous when you want to grab a handful of throttle, but know you shouldn’t rev it over 6500 rpm. There is something good to be said for the break in period though, as you begin to feel the bike become smoother and more powerful, the excitement builds for the odometer to roll into quadruple digits. It’s a lot like foreplay ! 

Today I reached the manufacturers recommended mileage for break in, after which I didn’t hesitate to put the new FJ-09 to the test. Since I’d owned a bike with the same 3 cylinder motor before, I had a real good idea of what to expect, and this mechanical animal roared like a beast as I got it up to 11,000 rpm. The front wheel lifted slightly with many of the twists of my wrist, and I engaged the traction control a couple of times also when getting on it out of corners. I didn’t ride far today, but I certainly smiled the whole way, feeling exceptionally appreciative for the amazing technology Yamaha put into this bike, and grateful that I live in such a beautiful place to ride it.