Taking Wing

I first noticed him as I strolled up to our gate in Pittsburgh at 5:30am, bags in tow. He was wearing black polyester pants, a leather jacke...

After I finished the Portland to Los Angeles leg of my Round-the-USA motorcycle trip in December, I left my BMW in the parking garage at L...

Day Three At first the ground is indistinguishable from the sky and I don't realize we've broken out of the clouds until a lonely fa...

Day Two "NewCo 5790, New York Center, say mach number." Rob glances at me with a "uh oh, here it comes" look and keys th...

Day One The airport at night is a dark void from the air, but down here it's lit like the proverbial Christmas tree. There are blue taxi...

Day Three . Having "slept in" until 7:15 am, it was already light out when we woke up and began packing. I was happy to see that m...

Day One. The sea of waving green-and-yellow cartop flags gave way immediately as soon as I turned off traffic-choked I-5, replaced by a few ...