Vagabond Biker

Born to an unwed teenaged mother in Terre Haute, Indiana during the winter of ’69, it seemed my fate was predetermined. Mom’s only brother, my father figure, was a hardcore biker from the ‘70s era and my grandfather, who also served to shape my young mind, gave me a minibike as a kid. That pretty much sealed the deal on the direction my life would lead. Though I grew up riding a variety of makes, I bought my first Harley at 21 and immediately set to chopping the bone stock 1973 Sporty into a hardtail with a springer front end. That old ironhead and I set off to see the world and meet new friends. There was lots of camping and partying and the lifestyle quickly became an addiction. Before I knew it I was counting the days until my children were adults and I could have the freedom to hit the road full time. That was 3-years, 100,000-miles and 32 states ago.

These days I can be found camping in the deserts of Arizona when I’m not in the wind out on America’s back roads. I’m a contributor for biker rags and enjoy time spent as a freelance photographer so check out the snapshots of what life on the road is like on my website www.vagabond-biker.com on Facebook and Instagram. You can also tag along on my adventures through video posts on my YouTube Channel. Be sure to give a wave if you see me out on the blacktops. I’m always looking for a few new friends.

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