Some years ago I began talking about touring Italy on a motorcycle. My wife and I have made a few trips to Italy, and we always rented a car to tour the country.

It all started with a screensaver image of a Honda SL350 on my brother's computer that took me back three decades or so to my old bike.

I love motorcycles. I love getting on my bike and riding whenever and wherever I can as long as my schedule permits. I've known only one brand of motorcycle all of my life.

Recently, I was perusing the motorcycle section of the popular free classified Web site craigslist.

In Southwestern Pennsylvania we're enjoying the few short weeks when the fall leaves are at their most beautiful. Take a ride, see them now.

Out of all of the women I met in my entire life, Mother Nature is probably the biggest tease of them all.

James M. Edwards was not born to be wild. But in his 50s, he's making good on the forbidden thrill of his adolescence: minibikes, in all their tinkering glory (and not-quite legal use)

What do people think of motorcyclists? How are we perceived by the general public? Do we care, or should we care? What do we do to put a positive face on our passion?

I've been riding since the early '70s. I was one of those guys who used to drive my parents crazy talking about motorcycles. I even wrote my senior paper on motorcycle accessories.

Nancy Stark is a bag lady. No, she's not homeless -- she has a lovely home in sunny Phoenix -- but the woman is all about the bags. Saddlebags, that is.