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Practice (with Purpose) Makes Perfect

Practice is important, but just going through the motions is a waste of time.

When I jump on the motorcycle, I can twist the throttle and go if that’s all I choose to do. In the “it’s just like riding a bike” sense, it’s that easy. Motorcycles want to go in a straight line.

Moto Photo 1

Hey, this is EASY!

Then come those pesky turns to mess it all up.

A rider needs to look through the turns. In regular riding, his knees should hug the gas tank. He should know when to roll on and off the throttle, how much brake to apply, how far to lean, and when to up- or downshift. It sounds like a lot, but in time it becomes natural, and when a turn doesn’t go quite as planned, it’s time to break it down and figure out what can be done better next time (especially if the rider just slammed into a tree on the corner).

This doesn’t take obstacles into account, either. Ride behind motorcycles long enough, and eventually you’ll catch a rider doing some lazy swerves back and forth in his lane, or performing sudden changes in his riding line. It may be simple boredom, it may be he’s trying to warm up or clean his tires, or it may very well be the rider getting a feel for his bike. Riders can run over rabbits and squirrels, but if a child or large animal runs into the street, the rider needs to have his avoidance technique down pat.

Practice, practice, practice, and study the result.

Karate works the same way. It’s not unusual to see someone just walk through a kata and throw some weak-ass punches. They may know “step into a front stance, throw a right front kick, shift 90° left, middle block,” but it doesn’t mean it’s going to look good.

AOKFFD - Kokutsu Dachi

Years of proper practice shows.

To improve our karate, we will examine our hand positions before and after techniques, or the angle or depth of our stances. We will perform our kata in front of a mirror or video camera. We ask ourselves if that last kick would have been effective, or what exercises might improve our speed, flexibility, and/or power. It’s not just about getting the technique out there, it’s about getting the technique correct.

And yes, this applies to writing.

Dashing off a draft, calling a work done and uploading it to Amazon isn’t doing the writer, the work, or the reader any favors.

Percolatin'

A little tunage doesn't hurt the process

Writers study the craft by reading and rewriting their own work as well as reading the work of others. Word choice, narrative tricks, plot, and characterization are just a few of the tools a writer wants to master. All that grammar and sentence structure our English teachers forced down our throats? Yeah, kind of important, too. Know the rules, then know when to break them.

We have to examine our work with an objective eye. This is where reading a work aloud comes into play, or why some writers will set a draft aside for a few days or a few weeks before coming back to it. Any writer who believes their work is perfect isn’t looking hard enough.

So yes, by all means, keep punching those keys.

But punch them with purpose.

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.

Practice, Practice, Practice

It’s often said 10,000 repetitions leads to mastery. Practice something enough, you become good at it.

I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. Every time I get the motorcycle out of the garage for the season, I feel better about my riding skill than at the same time the year before. Turns feel more graceful, shifting feels smoother, and I feel more relaxed in the saddle.

PicPlz Lenore

Lenore likes the way I handle her

Every ride is practice. I may take the long way home from time to time for fun, but it’s also an opportunity to put more miles under the tires and more time in at the controls. If miles are reps, then I’ve got some time before I hit 10,000, but I’m plugging away.

It applies to karate for sure, whether we’re talking about kata or specific techniques. My dojo stresses hard the importance of practicing at home, and when review rolls around, it’s easy to pick out the students who have been practicing and those who haven’t been. Some say those of us progressing through the ranks make it look easy, but they’re only seeing our class time, not the many hours we’re putting in at home on our own.

Shihan and I

Shihan Joseph Walker and I when I received my 1st degree brown belt

I’ve been spending more time on the weights and on the track than doing karate at home of late, but I still get my ass to class and get my practice in. Over the next two days, I plan to put in at least an hour each day as last-minute prep for a karate seminar this weekend. I don’t want to be a guy they pick out as not practicing my art enough.

It’s all about practice, practice, practice, and it applies to everything, even writing.

Yes, that’s right, you should be practicing writing. Though instead of 10,000 repetitions, you’re looking at a million words or so. The saying goes something like this:

Every writer has a million words of bullshit stuck in their head. Once he gets these million words out of the way, the real writing starts to appear.

I first heard this from Mike Baron at a comic convention, and it’s been attributed to Ray Bradbury and several other greats. Get your butt in the chair and get writing if you want to get better. Writing is a craft that can be learned, practiced, and improved, just like any other skill.

The Only Way to Write

It's cigar season again!

It pains me to look at my older work. Everything from my word choices to my sentence structure to my dialog just seems… raw. I have no doubt I’ve become a better writer over the years, and I think many of my colleagues and readers agree.

Every writer will tell a similar story. Ask Tom Piccirilli what he thinks of Dark Father sometime.  Most of us have trunk novels that we later came to realize are part of the million words we needed to get out of  our brains (I have two). Many writers who appear to have just arrived on the scene have a stash of cringe-worthy sales to now-defunct small press rags they hope will never see the light of day again.

Now, are these works really that bad? Not necessarily, but you get the idea. A writer’s craft changes and evolves. Some may contribute it to age, or maturity, or studying others’ works or taking classes, but it all amounts to practice. Keep hammering the keys until the words start to play nice. Write, rewrite, and repeat.

Which brings us to the only bit of writing advice that counts:

Put ass in chair.

I first heard it from Norm Partridge who said he heard it from Joe Lansdale. Whatever the source, you have to love its simplicity. Sit down and write. Practice your craft.

You can get better.

You will get better.

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.

God of Thunder and Leather

That’s what it feels like riding the bike after so long leaving her cooped up in the garage.

It feels so metal leathering up and blasting down the road, even through the barren, unplanted fields of flat ol’ Illinois.

Moto Photo 1

Twist on the throttle and go

It’s good to be back in the saddle. The threatened rains have held off, the winds aren’t as bad as people would think, and I can deal with temps down into the 50s.

I’m sensing some quick bike trips in the near future.

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.

Just In Time to Stick It to OPEC

The temperatures climbed into the sixties during the early part of the week, and I busted Lenore out of jail.

67 degrees means Lenore can come out to play!

How YOU doin', sexy?

She gets around 50mpg, so it’s just in time as gas prices spike up. We’re averaging $3.89/g around here, with some gas stations inside Peoria already hitting $4 or more. Surprisingly, Gas Buddy says prices in my old stomping grounds around the Chicago ‘burbs are about the same.

Now the pundits are saying gas may hit $5/gallon. They’ve threatened it before, but I imagine it’s got to happen some time. Makes me wish Better Place would hurry up and bring their cars out this way.

I understand they’re setting up charging stations around the Big Island of Hawai’i. If I ever get back out there, I’d like to rent one for at least part of the trip, or take a test drive.

In the meantime, I’ll be content with my motorcycle saving me cash.

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.

Photo Friday: Motorcycle Show

The International Motorcycle Show came to Chicago last weekend, and I took a ride up there with a friend and one of my sons.

Gold Custom

I can't imagine how long it takes to polish this beauty

Things felt a little more crowded this year, making it tougher to get some good photos. We were also bummed to learn Indian didn’t set up a display this year.

However, we still had a good time looking around, and we were pleased to learn Triumph brought some new cruisers to show off:

Triumph Cruiser

The Triumph Thunderbird

The Triumph guys told us the closest dealership could be found in Milwaukee. Given they were priced competitively to similar Harleys, it would be worth the trip to have something a little more unique to ride around on. Assuming I could afford a new bike, that is…

We of course visited the Harley-Davidson display, and as current Honda riders, Steve and I had to drop by to look at their bikes, too. I meant to take a closer look at the Shadow Phantom, but by the time we worked around that direction I’d forgotten about it and only spent a few minutes drooling on the Fury and Stateline choppers.

And for the second year running, the Victory bikes took second place:

Blacked-Out Victory

A blacked-out Victory cruiser

Still an American bike with some great, modern styling on their cruisers, I wouldn’t rule out test-riding a few of these bad boys when it came time for me to get  a new bike. Their matte paints aren’t as sexy as what Harley has been able to pull off, but they make up for it with the sleek look. And the ape hangers on the bike in the photo are just about perfect.

The custom show returned, too. One that really caught the horror writer in me by surprise was a zombie-themed bagger with plenty of skulls:

Zombie Custom - Skulls

A close look at the left side of the bike

It’s a little overdone for everyday riding, but it’s a sweet ride.

You can see a lot more bikes in my motorcycle show set on Flickr. Whether you ride or you’re just a fan of bikes, the International Motorcycle Show is worth the trip if it makes a stop in your area. I just wish they wouldn’t come to Chicago in February when it’s too cold for the attendees to ride to the show!

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.

Merely This and Nothing More

A couple rode a Harley Sportster down my street today. Envy struck me hard. I’m not sure why, but I’ve been missing my bike more this winter than I have in the past.

Shadow at Sunset

Get a good look, 'cause it's going to be a while

It could be as simple as I rode more this year. The Wife went back to a full-time job and needs the family grocery getter more often, even on weekends. Or I could be spoiled by the convenience of having it around, and now that winter’s set in I have to adjust plans around transportation and give up a few things, like today’s karate tournament.

Whatever the reasons, Lenore’s locked up for the season and I already miss her.

I’d like to buy cold weather gear and be done with it, but I’m not convinced that’s a good idea with the ice coming and the idiot drivers out there. It’s also a safe bet I can’t afford the decent stuff. As such, I’ve been trying to get my motorcycle fix elsewhere.

For example, today I browsed the bike magazines on the racks at Barnes & Noble. A lot of them are not for me or are boring, but a copy of Street Chopper caught my eye. In the first few pages I saw a pictorial by rider/photographer/blogger Josh Kurpius and decided I had to have it. There are a lot of photos in the magazine in general, many of them the kind of photos I’d like to shoot myself. Time to keep a closer eye out for bike shows and rallies in my area.

I most look forward to visiting the International Motorcycle Show’s Chicago stop in February. A friend and I drove up this year and we had a blast. We’ll be able to check out bikes, maybe pick up some new gear, and if the weather cooperates, we’ll be able to count down to the start of riding season a month or so later. Priority purchases for me this year include rain gear and maybe a new half helmet, with a bike lift close behind.

Yesterday I spent some idle time on YouTube and found this amazing vid:

Unreal. That bike weighs somewhere north of 600 pounds, and he whips it around like a featherweight fiberglass sport bike. I hate to think of how many spills he took before he got it right.

I’m not looking for that kind of skill, though. I just want to get out on the road. I miss the focus.

I miss the warmth, too. Summer riding means it’s also nice enough to sit outside with a cigar. I’ll be missing out on that for the next couple of months as well. People think we’re kidding when the Wife and I talk about moving to Hawai’i, but we’re not so sure. We couldn’t pull it off right now, but the time will come.

Which means I best keep punching out some fiction.

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.

Lenore’s Last Days

The temps hit 70+ degrees on the ol’ Fahrenheit scale in central Illinois, and as I chauffeured the Wife & kids around for lunch and grocery shopping, it hit me this may be the last day of nice weather to get Lenore ready for her winter hibernation.

Oil change, after dark, no stand. That's how I roll.

Oil change, after dark, no stand. That's how I roll.

Unfortunately I neglected to account for the earlier sunset, so by the time we got home and I got to work, the sun decided to abandon me. Even better, the last guy to replace the oil filter put it on too tight, and after my failed attempts to use a new strap wrench to remove the filter, I resorted to hammering a screwdriver through the filter and using the screwdriver handle for leverage.

Hey, it worked.

2.25 quarts of 10W30 later and Lenore purred like a kitten. I put on a pair of goggles and took her for a quick spin around town, reminded her we’d still be together in the Spring. She told me she’d heard that song before. She reminded me I’d promised to take her on a road trip this year, that she’d get to see some sights in the great Midwestern wilderness.

“Hey, baby, I have a wife and kids,” said I. “A wife who works now.”

“Likely excuse. You ride me around town, take your pictures, then lock me up again. You don’t love me.”

“Hey, don’t talk like that, baby. You know you’re my girl. And the minivan, she means nothing to me. Now hold still while I check out your undercarriage.”

I pulled her in and shut her off before things got weird. I best take one of those promised road trips next year so she doesn’t turn spiteful.

No leaks around the filter or drain plug make Mike a happy rider. I had a hard time seeing the coolant level, so I’ll have to do that tomorrow in daylight. Then she goes on the battery minder until we get some unseasonably warm weather again or the cold gives up the ghost at the end of Winter. Next Spring she gets a new chain and sprockets.

I make do working on the ground in the driveway, but I keep thinking a hydraulic lift would be more convenient and allow me to do other bits of maintenance on the bike myself. I hit Amazon to get an idea of pricing, and I discovered this slice of interesting marketing:

Black Widow lift

Change your oil, baby?

In the ’50s, TV told us women vacuumed their homes in nice dresses and pearl necklaces. Today’s liberated women have moved on, preferring to do motorcycle maintenance in fuck-me pumps and Daisy Dukes. Ten more years and it will be brain surgery in bondage gear.

Hooray for progress!

Don’t get me wrong, I understand the concept of putting a woman in an ad. I have a penis, and it tends to make a lot of decisions for me. If the ad were for the bike, I wouldn’t give it a second thought.

But it’s a hydraulic jack. What can possibly be sexy about a hydraulic jack? (Oh, right. Thanks, Rule 34.) Even worse, they’ve covered up a significant portion of the very item I may be interested in purchasing. If I hadn’t found it in a search for a specific product, I’d have assumed they were trying to sell me the bike.

Anyway.

Lenore’s about done for the season. If I’m lucky there will be a day or two I can sneak out with her this week, but after that, it’s all preparation for the cold white stuff to bury us.

I need to move somewhere warm.

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.

The Wearable Death Machine

What a cool concept for an astonishingly bad idea.

Would I take this for a test drive on a closed track? Absolutely. Looks like fun.

Would I own one, or drive one in the city? Nope and hell no. Let’s count the reasons:

  1. You’re about to have a head-on collision. Here are your options: head first or crotch first. Pass. This thing just turned your helmet into a battering ram with your entire body and a big chunk of the chassis behind it.
  2. How do you carry anything? If I’m a commuter, headed to the gym or karate class, or a student, chances are I’m carrying something with me. I don’t see anywhere to hang saddle bags, and there’s no way to wear a harness. Do I strap my laptop or other precious cargo to my chest and pray I don’t accidentally drag it across the asphalt?
  3. If I’m hanging face-down and my arms get tired, or worse, the thing collapses, I’m going to lose a lot of skin. Imagine cruising the highway and suddenly grinding your junk against the asphalt. Yeah, pleasant.
  4. I’m strapped in by what appears to be a five-point harness that has to be strong enough to support a fair amount of weight, say an average of 180-200 lbs at least, more for larger dudes like me. Now imagine I have to escape from this thing in a hurry for a variety of reasons. Possible? If there’s a quick-release option, is it fail-safe while traveling?
  5. This thing transforms on the fly. Okay, what if I run over something while the wheels are in-line or nearly so? Is there something preventing it from falling face first?

I applaud the guy’s desire to create an electric vehicle with light weight and parking efficiency in mind. I’m just not sure this is the right design for it. I will grant #1 on this list is only marginally more dangerous than a sportbike and probably only a few notches worse than any other given motorcycle, but 2 is just a pain and 3-5 are the deal killers.

 

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.

Riding: When Bad Luck Becomes Worst Luck

Sometimes, an accident is just a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

In Peoria Thursday, a pickup truck rear-ended a motorcyclist and pinned him beneath a second pickup. In a strange repeat of a Utah accident, the bike caught fire and bystanders ran to lift the pickup off the motorcyclist and drag him to safety. It was last reported he is in critical condition. Like the Utah rider, he was not wearing a helmet.

Today the news broke the pickup driver may have had a seizure behind the wheel. It’s hard to say how this would have been avoided. There’s no clear exit for the motorcyclist, no steering clear or something like that. It’s one of those things that just happens, and it happened to be a motorcycle.

However, I see the pickup driver was also cited for operating an uninsured motor vehicle. That’s bullshit. It doesn’t matter whether he hit a motorcyclist or another car, he caused a lot of damage to two vehicles, severely injured someone, and could have done a lot worse. Now the victims are left on the hook for their vehicle and medical bills, and have to either deal with their own insurance companies (and take hits on premiums) or try to sue the pickup driver. It’s insult to injury.

I rode my own bike through Peoria after midnight last night. I still had no fear, but these things serve to heighten awareness. I checked my mirror a lot more often than usual, and I recalled my MSF lessons about always leaving an escape. For example, don’t ride up on someone’s bumper or stop in the center of the lane, because it’s going to be much harder—if not impossible—to slip out on one side if you see a rear-end collision coming. I also try to stay in gear at stop lights so I can get moving in a hurry.

Would I have avoided a collision like this? Maybe, maybe not. But we should all do our best to keep our skills sharp and minimize our risk.

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.

Motorcycle Rescue

It doesn’t get much more horrifying than that.

This video’s been making the rounds, usually taken from condensed, local news broadcasts and reporting, so I went straight for the raw video after I heard about it. It’s amazing seeing so many people pitching in to help out, and the guy is very fortunate to have survived.

Once again we have an instance where a driver did not see the motorcyclist and pulled out in front of him. Unfortunately, it looks like the motorcyclist made it worse by laying the bike down and sliding into the car.

The Motorcycle Safety Foundation teaches laying a bike down is not an avoidance strategy. For starters, there’s more traction in rubber than in metal. This is why riders like to say “shiny side up”: rubber will stop the bike, chrome will not. Second, if the bike’s on its side and the rider is on the ground, both have just become another piece of debris skidding across the road. A rider may lose steering if he locks up the brakes, but there’s zero steering and little hope of stopping if he’s just skidding across asphalt.

Instead the MSF instructs riders to ride out the crash. If you’re going to hit, you’re better off taking off as much speed as possible before impact. Reduce speed, reduce injury.

I don’t know where this motorcyclist learned to ride and it’s pointless to second-guess what he saw and felt in the last seconds before the accident. Again, he’s very fortunate to have survived at all, especially given he wasn’t wearing leather or a helmet. My takeaways from the accident and the story are:

  1. Wear a goddamn helmet.
  2. If you’re going to ride, get a proper education from the MSF or similar source. Sure, Uncle Eddie may have decades of experience on his beefed-up Harley and he may be a great rider, but that doesn’t automatically make him a great teacher.
  3. Don’t lay the bike down. Better to end up on the hood than under it.

Now I’m reminded I didn’t make the time to take the MSF’s Experienced Rider Course this year. Time to put a reminder on my calendar for Spring.

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.

We’re Still Out There

Moto Photo 1

I thought this would be a good time to remind folks that despite the sudden rush of cool weather in the Midwest, motorcyclists are still out there.

I’ve read about two accidents in the past week, both of which could have been avoided had a car driver been paying attention. The excuse, of course, is “I didn’t see him.” I think the problem is more selective blindness than obstructed view, however; people look for cars, don’t expect to see a motorcycle, so it doesn’t register. Bam. Problem is this could easily be a bicyclist or a pedestrian, which could be even more dangerous.

This is also on the heels of two deaths in Peoria. In the first instance, some asshole in a hurry crossed a painted lane divider on War Drive in Peoria, a spot where he really had no business trying to pull off a pass no matter how clear traffic appeared. He hit a motorcycle coming the other direction and killed the driver.

In the second instance, a drunk smashed into the motorcycle stopped at an intersection, then drove away. The motorcycle driver and the passenger were killed. The memorial items placed at the intersection include a stuffed neon rain jacket with the words “Can you see me now?” printed on the back.

That’s not to say the motorcyclist is always at fault. We heard—and saw the aftermath of—an accident just a few months ago. The idiot rider thought he had a good opportunity to open up the throttle on his crotch rocket, so he ran a red light and raced down Sheridan. Only problem is an old man saw the red light and pulled out of a store parking lot, right in front of the rider. Bam. The guy was fortunate he survived, as he wasn’t wearing a helmet.

The point is keep your eyes open, folks. Don’t just look down a street and think “Any cars?” Look for anything. Motorcycles, bikes, kids on skateboards, a troop of monkeys, whatever. You don’t know what’s around the corner, and if you’re in a hurry, that’s when you miss things.

See you on the road.

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.

Wednesday Staycation

I couldn’t commit to an opportunity for a cheap vacation trip Thursday, so instead I took half the day today to do a small staycation to visit a vintage aircraft and the local Harley-Davidson dealership.

When I read a WWII-era B-17 bomber called the Aluminum Overcast was visiting the Peoria International Airport, I knew it would be a great opportunity for the kids and I to check it out. There are only 11 B-17s left in flying condition, and they were offering both tours and flights of the aircraft. Tours were only $5 for anyone over the age of 8, but flights started at $430. D’oh.

I took several pictures, which I’ll have online soon. For now I’ll say the aircraft was smaller than I expected, but still an incredible and humbling sight. The restorers had it loaded up with all 13 machine guns and a set of bombs, and a friend of mine and our kids were all able to walk through the craft and look around. The tail was blocked off and we could see into but not enter the nose gunner position and the cockpit. The belly gunner’s turret was open and we were able to stick our heads in and look around.

One area vet of several B-17 missions visited the plane and took the tour. You can read his story at the Peoria Journal Star. You can also read a separate article about the Aluminum Overcast itself.

Walters Brothers Harley-Davidson is right around the corner from the airport, so we headed that way next. The next thing I’d have bought if I had the cash? This nice Road King we spotted on arrival:

Road King

Some day it shall be mine

I could take or leave the whitewalls and I’d prefer a smaller windshield, but otherwise she’s perfect. I dig the fender, the bags, and the skull on the air cleaner. Black and chrome beauty. The price tag? $17,500. Well out of reach for now. Sad Mike.

I browsed boots, though. The shifter on my Honda’s wearing a hole through the toe box of my hiking boots. Nothing my size in stock, so they’ll be calling me when they get their next shipment. Meanwhile I drooled on some of the H-D work shirts, tried on a jacket, and picked up a Walters Brothers t-shirt.

I have to say, I’m very impressed with the way the ladies at Walters Brothers treated my kids. I see little kids wandering through expensive bikes, I start getting nervous. Especially when they’re my kids. They instead talked to the kids, even helped keep them entertained a bit, and generally made them feel welcome rather than like little bundles of vandalism and destruction. For that alone I’m sure I’ll visit again.

It also helps that the kids came away with free swag:

Captain America swag

Of course Cap rides a Harley!

I like my little Honda cruiser, Lenore. I really do. But man, I’m becoming more and more of a sucker for that Harley marketing. And that Road King is sweet.

I dunno. I guess I should finish Lie with the Dead, get rich, and buy all this cool stuff. (Yeah, just like that.)

Then we picked up my wife from work, bought some lemons, and mixed up some fresh lemon shake-ups. Excellent cap to the day’s staycation. It’s rare that we get to just hang out and chill with friends.

Tomorrow it’s back to the things that have been keeping me offline. No worries, almost through it. Stay tuned for Photo Friday with the bomber pics. Also, keep an eye out for news about a future novella.

 

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.