About Me

After an unremarkable career in the film and TV grinder, I’ve somehow found myself writing about motorcycles for a living. I consider this open-road, second half deliverance to be a karmic dividend for a youth squandered in a succession lightless, grimy cutting rooms. Thankfully, F Scott Fitzgerald was wrong about American Life. There are second acts. They just require more health insurance.

Member Since

Jul 25, 2006

What is the next…

Purchase you’ll make?

A carne asada burrito from Yuca’s on Hillhurst.

Trend in design?

Rubble is in this year.

Car you’d like to own?

Sikorsky Helicopter.

Big step you’d like to make?

Buy a house on the coast.

Fad that will fade?

Civilization

Vacation you’ll take?

Every major league ballpark in the country, with the possible exception of Tampa Bay.

Thing you’re going to fight for?

Breakfast served all day.

Secret that’s going to leak?

The Internet is actually a series of tubas.

Hollywood blockbuster going to be about?

Thomas Kincaid is tried and convicted for his crimes against humanity and sentenced to life in one of his paintings.

Fountain of youth?

Never get up before noon.

Guilty-pleasure food in which you’ll indulge?

No guilt on my plate, just pleasure.

Person to whom you’ll say, “I love you”?

Holly, the girl; Hank the dog