A Whole Generation Has Missed the Venus and Mars Lesson. — Maybe I subscribe to the wrong newsfeed, but if I’m to believe what I see in the mainstream media, then there are no more men or women, only transgenders, non-genders, and genderless. Now it’s “Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus, and all the other genders are from Uranus.” …

Our Aspirations for Advancement aren’t for More Money. They’re for More Entertainment. — Why would a young woman open a carton of Blue Bell Ice Cream out of a Wal-Mart freezer, lick all around the top of it, then put it back? Why would her boyfriend put a video of her doing the licking on the internet? …

Barbara didn’t need to work. She and her husband had just spent their anniversary at Caesar’s Tahoe where she put 5 coins in a dollar slot machine and won a million and a half-dollar jackpot. Her husband already knew where he wanted to spend the money. …

Nepotism is one of the biggest problems in small family companies. — It was a sparse office with a standard wooden desk and matching bookshelf. Pictures of family adventures and motivational sayings hung on the wall. It was similar to every Mom and Pop boss’s office I often encounter in my work. There were two guest chairs on the other side of…

It’s 1972, should I go on to the Thirteenth Grade or to Viet Nam? — I graduated in June of 1971 with no chance of going to a university and no desire to enroll in The Thirteenth Grade — a community college. The war was still going on in Southeast Asia and I wanted to fly Helicopters, so I started talking to Military Recruiters. My…

My Actual First Harley “Lovely Rita meter maid Where would I be without you Give us a wink and make me think of you.” 1967 Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band The end of the 60’s was dominated by politics, music, adventure, and excitement. Motorcycles were big and getting bigger. More and more young…

1969 Keeping the Bug Alive — I turned sixteen on a Friday and the following Monday, I drove with my older sister to the DMV to get my driver license. We were in the family station wagon, a 1965 chevy Impala. She had been driving it since she got her license and now had to share…

How Does it Start? — When I was eight years old, living 130 miles southwest of Chicago in the white-collar town of Bloomington, Illinois, my best friend’s dad had a motorcycle. Unlike my suit and tie, computer-punch-card dad, his dad was a lineman for AT&T. Big and bold - like his 1951 Panhead. He kept…

Old Advice for New Riders — Practice makes perfect. You get what you pay for. A job worth doing is worth doing well. Better late than never. Better safe than sorry. Those are all statements that are easy to remember, easy to teach, and assumed to be true. Those are proverbs — adages—truisms — clever ways…