Curves and cracks

I have to confess everything. Ever since Adelita (my motorcycle) came into my life, I hadn’t been… satisfied. Adelita was certainly pretty, but—I have to admit—far too heavy for me. Every time I set out for a ride, I did so reluctantly, and let’s face it: you don’t get anywhere when you’re feeling that way. After a lot of hesitation—and taking the time to accept that I’d made a costly mistake but that it’s never too late to set things right—I started browsing Marketplace. A f

I have a secret agenda. After two wonderful motorcycle trips to *pueblos mágicos*, I’ve decided to visit as many of them as possible. Today, I’m setting off to discover Amealco de Bonfil, perched at an altitude of over 2,500 meters amidst pine and oak trees. A "Pueblo Mágico" (Magic Town) is an official designation awarded by the Mexican government to localities possessing great cultural, historical, architectural, or natural richness. There are currently 177 of them. After a

Since leaving Canada, I hadn't ridden a motorcycle. God, how I missed it… but I suffered in silence, like a grown-up. Unlike my boyfriend, who moaned endlessly as if his favorite toy had been confiscated. Finally, a month and a half ago, I settled down and could finally buy another motorcycle. A beautiful V-Strom 650 joined my life. It has everything I need to take me wherever my heart (and my tank) wants to go. I bought it six weeks ago, but I didn't have a helmet or proper