Merry Christmas, eh?

Don't drink and ride. But, like Mitzi here, do what you gotta' do, to get 'em home.

It's been a long time between posts here at Bikewriter. And this is just a Christmas wish, not a real update.

I seem to be on an upswing here the last few months, with traction for my new advertising consultancy, record book sales, and a moto-journalism 'win' in convincing Marc Marquez to invite AMA Pro Racing's flat track champ Brad Baker to the Superprestigio in January.

I'll be attending that event, and I'm sure there will be some interesting posts as a result. I've also got a ton of other stuff I've been meaning to write about, including critical looks at: AMA Pro's ability to market itself; motorcycle websites that seem to have sold out or given up, or sold out and given up; and a cop whose sideline is having hookers administer unneeded oxygen to motorcycle club racers in between events. (Hey, it'll be cold day in hell before I can make up shit half as weird as what's really going on out there.)

Speaking of which, stay warm, eh? And please start checking back again every now and then, because I really will be updating more than once a month again.