My name is Ernest.
My passion for motorcycles started around the young age of 6, in the country of Ghana, where I was born, raised and educated.
For personal therapy I ride a motorcycle, I photograph and I write. I am by no means a professional writer, nor by any stretch of the imagination am I a professional photographer or videographer! I do this purely out of the passion I have for this my hobby and the joy of sharing stories of my travels with those who are genuinely interested.
When I ride, nothing else exists. In that world and context, it’s just the sights, smells and sounds, the road, the machine and I that do. There’s just the next curve in the road, the next rise and dip in elevation and as close a feeling of flying whilst still in contact with the ground. It gives me a feeling of a certain kind of freedom and I want to enjoy it to the fullest that I can.

Professionally, I studied for and entered the Industrial Refrigeration field in 1977 and was trained in Europe as a Service Engineer.
Currently, I work for the largest food production company in the world as an Industrial Service and Facility Operation Technician, based in Ohio, USA.
The profession has been good to me and I am appreciative of all the opportunities in life it continues to present me.

On my first day of elementary school, Dad took me to school astride his 1964 Honda 50 (known in America here as the “CUB” - which stands for : Cheap, Urban Vehicle. Being very affordable at the time and very economical to "run", it introduced many people to the freedom of personal transportation at its introduction to the American market.) Oh what a feeling!

With the breeze running through my curly hair, the wind in my face, the unforgettable feeling of “flying over the road” and oh, not to forget to mention the death grip I had on the handlebar, this is the earliest recollection of where this passion I have acquired for 2 wheels originated.
Since then I have spent many years of my life, both professionally and privately, turning wrenches on and being around motorcycles and automobiles.
This has afforded me the technical luxury and peace of mind to be able to venture far, knowing that I have the knowledge and ability to fix and or repair any issue that might crop up on my machine barring major mechanical failures.
Making this even easier is the fact that due to great advances in technology, todays’ machines have a very high degree of reliability …………………….. and in the marketplace my Honda ST models by design, have the proven reputation of being the most reliable.
This goes a long way in providing a great sense of peace of mind and confidence - and is the main reason that commands their cost of acquisition.
I have many fond memories of journeys and rides to and of places of interest to me. Some with my older siblings, some with motorcycling friends but many other journeys mostly alone.
From the depths of the Carlsbad Caverns in New Mexico – the largest limestone caverns in the western hemisphere to the Summit of Mount Locke, the highest point on Texas’ Highway System.
From the Chisos Basin, accessed through the Fort Davis Mountain Range in the far western reaches of the Big Bend National Park in Texas, to the resting place of Petit Jean on Mt. Magazine in Arkansas, overlooking the Arkansas River in the valley below.
A road, originally carved out in the forests by wild pigs, known as “Razorbacks” which today is a major thoroughfare - Arkansas’ 23, a.k.a. The Pig Trail.
I have seen, first hand, some of the destruction caused by the great wildfires of Texas in 2011 and the destruction and havoc left by tornadoes in Arkansas and Missouri that same year.
Standing by the now-repaired levee breech-point , I have seen first hand, the sad result of Hurricane Katrina’s floods caused by the levee breaks in New Orleans’ 9th ward in 2005.
I have traversed great expanses of the Chihuahua Desert and Mountain Range on the border with Mexico and experienced magnificent sunrises and sunsets over the Laguna Madre in Coastal South Texas – The largest Natural Lagoon in the world.
I have ridden the Talimena Highway along its length from Arkansas to Oklahoma along the ridge top of that mountain range – the only natural mountain range in this country that runs east west, or west east (depends on which way you look at it – ahem, I mean ride it!).
Through Tornado Alley, from the openness of Oklahoma to Dallas, Texas at the Dealy Plaza, where President Kennedy lost his life to an assassins’ bullet.
I have “scraped pegs” all afternoon in the “twisties” of the Hill Country of Texas, riding the legendary “Three Sisters” routes – some of the best motorcycling roads the State has offered us.
All these, just to name but a few of the unforgettable places that have affected my personal being, have left indelible images in my mind and a special kind of happiness in my soul.
These Places and so many others that so long ago captured the soul of that 6 yr. old “kiddo” and refuse to let go!