The Christening

“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!’
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!’
Merely this and nothing more.”
— Edgar Allen Poe, “The Raven”

The bike has a name at last: Lenore.

Making it official

Making it official

The name wasn’t on my list of candidates. Instead, like every good name, it just popped into my head and it clicked. (For those of you who missed why a name is important, read this.)

Now to finish that cigar (a Romeo y Julieta Reserva Real) and get some writing done.

About Mike Oliveri

Mike Oliveri is a writer, martial artist, cigar aficionado, motorcyclist, and family man, but not necessarily in that order. He is currently hard at work on the werewolf noir series The Pack for Evileye Books.


  1. Noah L says:

    Excellent! Truly a name befitting the dark lady!

  2. Barry says:

    Ever been to the Sturgis Ralley? You’d have fun there.

  3. Harv says:

    You using the double Corona’s as an excuse to write less?

    And why the hell not… it’s summar. There will be plenty of time in the winter to enjoy a shorter smoke and a longer write.

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