With my new bank—which I severely dislike, and that’s putting it mildly—I finally decided it was time to go paperless. You know, save a tree, stop the mailbox from turning into a recycling bin full of statements I never read, all that responsible-adult stuff. Sounds simple enough.

I don't think I ever even thought enough about the sport bike community to have an opinion on its existence ... until the other day. We were driving home from church, just like any other Sunday. We eventually caught up with this gaggle of sport bikes. Two of them

I guess it shouldn't surprise me that Instagram would go the way of its parent company (Facebook). Sporadically I'll venture back to Facebook, thinking I can catch up on whatever the latest is my friends or relatives are up to, and instead I'm accosted