Once again The Dirty Gig* provided a venue to keep a tradition alive.  A couple of years back, working in the housing projects of New York City, I shared with my inner city workers the magic of the tape ball — a fun little thing I picked up from a high school coach.  Well … […]

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A Facebook post led to a fun discussion on whistling.  Who can?  Who can’t?  Is it genetic?  A learned trait?  Who’s to say?  Can you whistle? I was a sophomore in a basketball game with a bunch of older guys out on the court. We were playing nearby Adrian. Adrian had a big guy, a […]

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I spent 10 hours on mostly two-lane and four-lane highway yesterday. Time and time again, two cars or two tractor-trailer rigs would get beside each other, drive much slower than the flow of traffic — for miles. The nicest sports cars had to wait in line, packed in at 50 m.p.h. Families anxious to meet […]

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Ha … those who follow The PingWF on social media probably noted a flurry of activity today.  This means two things.  I have a day off from The Dirty Gig … and rain is forecast here … so I am riding the Apple MacBook Pro, rather than the Triumph Thunderbird … at least for now. […]

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In the first Bike Week installment, I was remiss and didn’t mention any of the great music that helped me digest my 20+ hour ride from Texas … perhaps no sweeter morsel than when my iTunes shuffle kicked up “Trees” by Rush … just as I hit The Piney Woods of Texas.  Poetry, I say […]

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  It was the first road trip. It was the first real road trip, because an occasional backroads excursion to Muleshoe or to Lubbock where just not life changing. As farmers, of modest means at that, we just didn’t take vacations.  Then my dad shocked everyone and announced we were headed to Florida for Spring […]

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