Motorcycle Review

2018 was one of the roughest years I've had in a while. I talk about my father's sudden onset of blindness, related health problems, and my role as his caretaker. I also discuss the heartbreaking return of Matt's cancer, as well as the sad loss of my trusty dog Scout. On the bright side, I count my many blessings and share some of my favorite moments from Tim Kreitz Adventures this year. Fingers crossed that 2019 will be better. I'll definitely see you there. Cheers.

As 2018 draws to a close, I find myself looking back in a heavier than expected retrospect on just how strange this year's motorcycle riding actually was, here in the wilds of West Texas. Not only that, but I'm also mindful of how much less I rode for pleasure over all. Unusual swings in weather, combined with a dangerous contingent of oilfield traffic on the Permian Basin's frighteningly overcrowded roads, kept me closer to home in 2018 compared to recent years past. There was less day riding, less road tripping, and less rurex/urbex. Here's a breakdown of the dynamics: The early drought of 2018 I dedicated a full episode of Tim Kreitz Adventures to the severity of drought we were dealing with as 2018 began. High-level warnings and lots of small brush fires had us frightened. It all harkened back to the West Texas wildfires of 2011 and the destruction they caused. Thankfully, it never got as bad as seven years ago, and was certainly much less severe than the utter obl...