Something Real

Something Real


By Lucien Maier

Edited By Temperance Penrod


Don’t get me wrong, I have created a ton of stuff in the past. I have always had a desire to impact and innovate the world. I have tried to make that happen many times, from online talk radio, to video game clans, and everywhere inbetween.

Its just that I always work on the internet. Most of my best ideas1794808_10154685134620332_6954011334791021514_n land there because it is much easier to make something happen there than in real life. I am not taking away from the internet, I have been in love with it since the first time I saw it in SLCC on one of the first nodes of the UofU.

However no matter how many things I have created Virtually, I hardly ever create something physical. I have had t-shirts from things I have created, but nothing that was real. My father was an engineer, and worked in the physical world his whole life. He solved huge problems that existed.

So I suppose I have always wanted to also create something real. Over the last years my mind keeps drifting to this. Riding the bike has brought on a ton of new ideas for all sorts of things.

One of these ideas is the Compass Patch. I had hung out with my 10929550_10155032700445332_5373296715895053607_nABATE friends and they had cool patches. I had hung out with my Mason friends and they had cool patches. Now I have long said I will never ride with a color that would prevent me from riding with anyone else. The fact remained, those patches are cool.

So I set out to come up with a patch that gauged your riding. A patch that any rider could wear. So I started sniffing around and soon enough Embroider It Inc. responded to the idea.

We worked together to come up with the design. So I built a small order form and let a few of my friends know about the patch.  We had a few of us ready to go so we did the first run. They came out good, but we were able improve the design.

In fact we liked a couple of the ideas so much we now offer two different designs.




This has been something new, to create something and then hold it in my hands. To evolve it to the next level. I know it may seem strange but it has affected and continues to affect me in a very profound way.10710568_10154585264615332_5661434382974739000_n

I am very proud of all the things I have put out there to the world, but the Compass Patch will be the first thing that I will see on my friends and fellow riders gear.10303740_10155032700385332_4974761513285982809_n

I don’t mind saying that thrill of putting it on my jacket was great. Even though I sewed it on horribly, I felt in the end like I had to do it. Call it a rite of passage. I hope to swap that patch out many times in my life so I bet I will pretty decent at it, in the end.


Hope to see you out on the road, and if you’re wearing a Compass Patch….

Well, that will put me over the moon! Safe ride all!

If you would like a Compass Patch,

go to COMPASSPATCH.COM and let us start making you one now!




They’re Pissing in Our Water

They’re Pissing in Our Water


Co-authored By Lucien Maier & Tracy Beus


What if I told you that in 1972, our government signed into law a Federal Clean Water Act;  with a goal to eliminate all water pollution by 1985 and a commitment to make our waters swimmable and fishable by the year 1983?

Now what if I told you, that to this day, they have not met the standards of the Act they signed into law? I know what you are thinking: How can that be? People across the nation are swimming in our waters today! In answer to your question, I pose a hypothetical scenario:

If you and your children are at a public pool and you witness someone urinating in the pool, what happens next? Do you pack up your kids and leave? What are the dangers? Did you know that the Nitrogen in urine “eats up” the pool’s free chlorine that is meant to protect you from bacteria?

So why the hypothetical? Well, the EPA tests the dilution of our water with a Biochemical Oxygen Demand test (BOD5). Except, they have only been conducting half a test!

The BOD5 test should measure two things:  The first being the amount of oxygen demand based on the breakdown of organic waste, a.k.a. carbonaceous BOD (cBOD). The second, and this is important, measures the oxidation of ammonia nitrogen, a.k.a. nitrogenous BOD (nBOD). They have been doing it wrong the whole time! Yeah you heard me and here is what that means:  The half of the test they are conducting, is for cBOD produced by the breakdown of organic molecules (Poop), but the half of the test they are not conducting is for nBOD produced by the breakdown of proteins (Pee). They have no idea how much ammonia nitrogen is in our water so how can treatment plants treat it for urine? Remember what nitrogen does to chlorine in pools? What do you think happens when left unchecked in our waterways? This is not just gross it contributes to all sorts of problems. Our Pee is a great fertilizer for algae, so dead zones and red tides are all connected to this, along with many more issues

Don’t believe me? Is it that far-fetched to believe our government failed to effectively enforce a law they themselves had passed? You don’t have to believe me, but there is someone you should listen to. Someone that recognized this test was implemented incorrectly and has been fighting for as long as I can remember (1981) to correct the over-sight. What if I told you he had even presented his case to the senate but surprise, surprise they did not want to listen? This man is my father, Peter Maier.

When I was four they brought him and the rest of the family to America from the Netherlands. They brought him here because of his expertise in Sewage treatment. He was set to work and found the flaw, However when he pointed out the flaw he was stuffed away in a corner. My father pushed back and was basically black balled from anything to do with sewer treatment in the country that had hired him to do just that. So he worked any Civil Engineering jobs he could get. Some away from the family, he even commuted three hours a day to a job at Dugway Proving grounds for many years. All so he could continue his fight for clean water, even now in his retirement he fights. He still will tell his tale to anyone willing to take the time to hear it. He created a website with a wealth of information about the whole mess in hopes that people would educate themselves, become aware.

My father is not an easy man to communicate with.  He can be harsh and unyielding but that makes him no less right. In my humble opinion, this is most likely the reason he has had such a hard time being heard.

Understand that if we start doing the tests correctly then most, if not all the sewer plants in the United States would be found out of compliance. These mistakes were made by men that most likely are no longer in office. However, letting this continue is the fault of every sitting representative in our government and it must be corrected.

Wouldn’t you like to see your representative take up the charge and fight for clean water? They are always saying they will go up to the hill and work toward correcting problems.  They are always looking for mistakes of the past, to sling them into office, and here is an issue ripe for the taking. If one goes and fixes they will be a hero in politics for generations to come. My father has fought alone for most of this time. He has had a few reporters and lawyers that have floated in and out but mostly his struggle has been his own.

So my question is this, will you stand with Peter Maier, and demand that the water be cleaned as intended by the Clean Water Act in 1972.


Please don’t just take my word for it, go to my father’s site, there is a wealth of information there


What can we do? Well we have created a petition on It states

Prove that the EPA have implemented the BOD5 test correctly. As stipulated by the CWA of 1972

Click a few times and add your name to this cause. My father has fought by himself for thirty years, and never wavered it’s time we all stand with him. Please take a moment to sign today.

If they are truly so confident they are doing it correctly then this should be no issue at all. I hear many say we need to hold the government accountable. Well here is a way in a few clicks you can help, Will you?

Sign today

3 Things

3 Things


By Lucien Maier

Edited by Temperance Penrod

Over the last two years it seems that most of my friends, are ending their marriages in Divorce. I have had many of them come to me for advice, and comfort. It was about two years ago I started to notice this trend.

I have really tried to see what separates T and Myself that we are seventeen years into our marriage and twenty years into our relationship. It’s not easy but I don’t think either of us is anywhere near giving up.

As I mentioned many of my friends have come to me for advice during this period of their lives. Now of course each one has their own situation, their own problems, and their own reasons. However I really have spent some time thinking of how T and I are different.

So here is my attempt, to point some of those differences out.


Two Whole People

First, T and I have always been two whole people. We did not come together to form a unit, we form a union. I have full confidence that T would have lived an amazing life even if I had never darkened her doorstep.

We come from very, VERY different backgrounds. However one thing we have in common I believe has helped us to overcome many issues. We both have a deep desire for adventure. We are both looking to experience life at it’s fullest.

Honestly, we are much better at achieving these adventures when we work together. So we have gotten through a lot of the rough spots because in the end we know we are better as a team.

It seems many people want someone to complete them. This I think is a huge downfall of relationships. You have to complete yourself, and since to truly be loved you most be a whole person. A relationship will never give you what you are looking for.


The Rules

It seems a lot of people try to live up expectations set by others, society or family, on relationships. The rules of your relationship are only for your relationship. When you enter into a relationship, it is important that you don’t allow others to create your rule set.

When T and I came together she (and anyone for that matter) can see I tend to be huge flirt. This has caused issues for me in my past relationships. Luckily T has never been a jealous person so she was able to understand that flirting for me is just talking.

So in our relationship, the rule was established that is it ok to flirt. This rule would not work for many, and that is exactly the point. You have to establish the rules that work for you, your partner and your relationship.  Far too many people allow other factors to dictate these rules. Your relationship, your rules.

Oh and yes your rules can be changed anytime you both agree to it.


Carry the Load

Many people get hung up is seems on who is doing more for the relationship. I hear people say its gotta be 50/50. I disagree, it needs to 100/100. There is no such thing as contributing enough to a relationship.

You have to give everything, and the other person has to give everything, no less. When you are alone there is a load to carry, when you are with someone there is a load to carry. The benefit of being with someone, is that you can work together to carry that load.

If your partner is working on something then you are as well. If there is work to be done, then it is work for both of you. How you divide that up, again, comes down to you.

However, I can tell you this I don’t care how much I have done and How much T has done. We are together so all the work is ours, not mine and hers. Its one load.



Love and Luck have a great deal to do with a successful relationship as well, of course. However I wanted to point out the things I thought T and I did a little different. I am a strong believer that everyone needs to do things their own way.

Whatever works for you, as long as it works.

I do however believe in the points above.

Being a whole person is crucial to all things in life.

Rules should be your own. Everyone lives different lives in different ways, don’t be forced into a mold by anyone.

Carry the Load, there is no “my job” or “her job”, there is only the job. This is pretty bad, but think of it this way, quicker you get everything done the more time you have for Lovin! If that doesn’t make you get through the laundry and the dishes I don’t know what will.

So in closing let me say how lucky I am. T is one in a gazillion, and I am the lucky cuss that gets to stand next to her. Please though, take what you like, and leave what you will.

I wish you luck in all your relationships and adventures.



Changing Lanes

changingChanging Lanes

By Lucien Maier

Edited By Temperance Penrod

His frustration level was at its peak. They had been on the road for four hours and it had taken its toll on him. The kids had barraged him and his wife about where they were? When they would arrive? Along with countless bathroom and snack stops.

It all seemed endless, now don’t take it wrong, Jonathan would not give up his family for anything. Some days though it was overwhelming. No matter what he did they wanted more, the more he answered the more they asked.

So when a group of five motorcycles passed them he could not help but look longingly at them. One of the guys gave him a salute as he passed and they disappeared down the road. However, they had left something behind.

Jonathan day-dreamed about riding away, but that did not feel right. He would never leave, but the roar of the pipes had gotten into him.

Now on a good note Jon was no longer frustrated. He was preoccupied day dreaming and before he knew they had arrived at his wife’s family home. His wife and he had not been doing all that well lately.

It just seemed they didn’t have the team attitude they had a couple years ago.  She fell into her mother’s and father’s embrace, he could see the relief in her. She had needed this. It was one of the reasons he agreed to the road trip.

He hated her seeing her stressed and sad, but lately it seemed like the only thing he could do was add to that stress. When her parents had encouraged them to take a long weekend and come out to the ranch, they had jumped on the chance.

The kids played outside as Jon loaded the bags into the guest rooms in the house. He looked out the window of the bedroom he and his wife would be staying in. He looked out over the fields. The barn called to him.

Before he could much thought into it he was called downstairs by Maggie, his Mother-in-law. He walked down the stairs and she hugged him. “Come on let’s get you a cup of coffee.” She smiled and pulled him into the kitchen.

His wife Nikki and her father Stan sat at the kitchen table with their own cups. Maggie sat him down at the table and got him a cup of coffee.  They sat and talked for a while, the kids came storming in the house and Jon almost lost his temper.

The frustration and anger was plain, even though he only said. “Please slow down kids. Not so loud.” Jon tried to keep himself in check. His father-in-law had noted it. Maggie huddled the kids together and got to making them something to eat.

Stan finished his cup. “Come on Jon, I could use your hand on some things.” He rose to his feet. Jon finished his cup and followed him outside.

They worked throughout the ranch, doing this and that. Stan walked into the barn, they walked to the back and he pulled a tarp off some fence posts. “We gotta load these into my truck. I will go get it if you want to start hauling ‘em out.” Stan said and disappeared.

Jon pulled a post and carried it to the doorway. He returned the pile. He grabbed a post but the back end of the tarp was still hooked to it. He grabbed the tarp and flipped it back hard. Behind the pile of posts sat a motorcycle.

Jon looked at it as best he could but he could not see much, the pile of posts was in the way. Jon rolled up his sleeves and started to work. He wanted to see the bike, ten minutes later  Stan pulled his truck up to the door and found a pile of posts. In fact it looked as if most of them were already hauled out here.

He walked into the barn and he had been right there were only two posts left in the barn. Jon however, was not focused on them at all. He was was leaning and laying over the old bike to get a better look.

“Travis’s bike.” Stan said.

The words hit like a hammer in Jon’s ears. ‘Oh no.’ He thought to himself as he scrambled to get away from the bike. “Oh Stan I am so sorry, I saw it back there, I just couldn’t help but take a look.” Jon stammered out.

Travis had died right before Jon had meet Nikki in college. He had never heard either of his in-laws talk about Travis. Nikki had been in mourning, but had been pushed to go to school by her folks.

Nikki had fallen in love with Jon, because he had meet her and instantly been there for her as she worked through her grief and school. The years had passed but, Jon had never really heard his new parents talk of Travis.

Stan took a deep breath. “No, no, its alright. You don’t have to worry about me. But you better watch out for Nikki and Maggie, they never liked that thing in the first place.” Stan said, a little sadly.

“So I can look at it?” Jon asked trepidatiously.

“Not in the that corner, let’s load up the posts and pull the thing out.” Stan said, smiling. They loaded up the posts and Stan helped Jon pull the bike out into the middle of the barn.

“He must have really loved it.” Jon said picking out the custom touches that Travis had put in the bike.

“Oh yeah he thought he would be big bad biker one day. That kid had a lot of heart.” Stan said a tear appearing in his eye. “He would be happy to see your interest in it.” Stan said.

“Thanks for showing it to me. Let’s put it back and we can go get those posts in.” Jon replied.

“Nahh, let it sit there for a piece. Come on.” Stan said and they loaded the posts into the truck. They went out to put them in.

They were working on the first post. “You look heavy son.” Stan said as they were putting the post in the ground.

“Well I guess I have gained a few pounds.” Jon said laughing.

“Not what I meant son. You look like you have been carrying a weight around with you since you came. I see it in how you react to Nikki, how you’re dealing with the kiddos. Family is not always the easiest road for a man.” Stan said.

“Oh god Stan,” Jon broke, the tears started from his eyes. “I love ‘em all so much, but I always feel like I am at the ragged edge of things. Like nothing I do is enough. I know Nikki and the kids don’t ask for too much, but sometimes I just don’t think I can live up to it.” Jon said, through the sobs. “Like when we were driving down here the kids are crazy in the back, and Nikki is stressing, and this pack of motorcycles go by. And you know what I thought to myself?” Jon said. The tears racking him.

“You wanted to run away with the bikes.” Stan said laying a hand on his shoulder.

Jon dropped in the a flurry tears. “How could I?” Jon asked the wind.

“You and every other family man Jon. You think I have not taken that car ride?” Stan said hunching down next to him, He laid a hand on his shoulder. “I know that I have thought that many times, when I was younger.”

“Its wrong. I should be stronger.” Jon sobbed.

Stan put his arm around him now. “No! It ain’t wrong. It’s normal. What’s wrong is hiding it until you do pick up and go. Jon, after Travis passed on Nikki shut down. Hell all of us did. When she went off to college her mom and I have never been so worried for her.”

“We would get letters home and at first we were more and more worried. Until.” Stan said and trailed off.

“Until what?” Jon asked.

“Until your name started showing up in the letters. That first Thanksgiving she brought you home, I remember thinking that you had actually brought our daughter back to us. In turn Maggie was able to let go of some of her hurt and she was able to come back to. That all started because you saw a sad girl in a coffee shop and wouldn’t give up on her.” Stan said.

Jon sat up. He did love Nikki, from the first moment he saw her. “I still love her Stan, and I love the kids with all my heart. Please don’t think I would run,” Jon tried but he was cut off by Stan.

“Now listen Jon, I can see how much you love them far more than I can see how much weight you’re carrying. Its ok to have doubt, Nikki didn’t pick you because you would never fail. She picked you because she knew no matter how bad the storm, you would always have her and the kids first in your mind. And you do. Don’t be so god damn hard on yourself. You have built my daughter a wonderful life and beautiful family.” Stan sat there and held Jon for a while and let the man crumble.

“Come on son, let go get some lunch.” Stan said quietly after he had regained himself. They loaded into the truck and went back to the house. As they ate at the large table, Jon started to smile again.

Stan had been right his family was amazing. He swore he would try to see past the day to day grind, and appreciate that. They helped clear the table and Jon and Stan walked back outside toward the barn.

As they got closer Jon started to veer off toward the truck but Stan kept heading for the barn. “We not going put the rest of those posts in?” Jon asked.

“No, we got a motorcycle to get running.” Stan said and smiled at him.

“Ahhh no Stan, I just wanted to see it.” Jon replied.

“Well, now I wanna see if we can get it to running.” Stan said with a knowing smile. Stan and Jon happily worked the afternoon away in the barn. Jon had been a desk jockey all his life so working on the bike was all new, but very liberating for him.

By the end of the afternoon they were putting the carburetor back on the bike. Jon, with Stan’s direction, had taken it off and apart. While they waited for the parts to soak in the solvent tank they had worked together to clean up the bike and adjust the chain.

They had taken all the parts out of the cleaner and put them back together. Jon tightened the last bolt and looked up to Stan for approval. “Looks as good as when he was riding it.” Stan said with a laugh.

“What now?” Jon asked.

Stan laughed. “Well you get on it and start it!” he replied clapping him on the shoulder.

Jon did as he was told, although his heart was in his throat.

They were sitting on the porch watching the kids play. “I am worried about him Mom. He seems so distant.” She said to her mother.

“I can see that. But what he seems, ain’t always what they are. When a man pulls away from you a lot times it can have nothing to do with you. Can I ask you a question sweetheart?” She asked.

Now Nikki knew this was her mother’s way of preparing her for a hard truth. “Of course.” Nikki said, she said bracing herself.

“Jon is an amazing family man. He works hard everyday, and he makes sure you have the things you need. But in all the years I have known you two together, I never seen him do anything for him. He don’t golf, he don’t fish, he don’t hunt. What’s he do for himself?” Maggie asked.

Nikki sat. She wanted to answer, but she had none. “Nothing really I guess. I think the family is what he sees as his first priority.” Nikki answered honestly.

“He needs something for him honey.” Maggie said before she could finish they both heard the old motor turn over and come to life.

Smoke poured from the barn and the two women and three young daughters all ran for the barn. As they rounded the corner there sat Jon on theold bike trying to listen to Stan’s instructions.

“Now kick it down to first and let out the clutch.” Stan said.

Jon let the clutch out and the engine grabbed hold and started to push him forward. He looked up and saw the excited faces of his three daughters, and the two not so excited faces of his mother-in-law and wife.

However, when he cleared the door The young girls all cheered and clapped as he wobbled down the road. When he turned at the end of the drive and headed back he looked up and that was when Nikki saw it.

She could barely contain tears, Jon was smiling, from ear to ear. “Looks like your dad done found his hobby for him.” Maggie said elbowing her daughter.

“He couldn’t have taken him fishing?” Nikki asked, but in spite of herself she was all smiles.

Jon returned to the barn with the cheers and claps of everyone egging him on. When he stopped he forgot to put his foot down and the bike tipped to the right. He fell off and rolled away laughing.

Stan got the motor shut off and in between laughs said. “You gotta put your feet down son!” Which brought a whole new round of laughter.

The next few days were simply bliss. Jon spent his time helping but if he had a moment he was back out by the bike working on it, or riding it further and further each time. His sadness had no hold over him.

The day they were set to leave. Jon seemed a little sad again, after breakfast he walked out to the barn to say goodbye to the bike, however it wasn’t there. Jon was going to ask but decided to let it go. He was already trying to figure out a way to convince Nikki that he needed to buy one when he got back.

He went back up the house to say goodbyes, and then he realized where the bike had gone. Behind their family SUV sat a small trailer with the bike strapped down on it.

“Honestly Jon, I have never seen you so happy, did you think I was going to make you leave it here?” Nikki said as he embraced her.

The years again started to go by, but this time Jon was not so on edge. He had gained his balance on that trip. Jon never felt like he wanted to run away again.

Years later they sat on the porch, “I am glad he included her, I am just saying that I don’t really like thinking of my granddaughter riding that bike.” Maggie said, looking down the road.

Stan laughed. “Well honey that ain’t nothing new. You didn’t like it when Travis got it. I am sure you were none too thrilled when Jon pulled it out the barn that day. But it made them happy, that my dear is what life is about.” Stan said and kissed her on the forehead.

As if on cue they saw two bikes and an SUV pull into the drive. Jon swung his bike around and Jenny his daughter swung her bike and parked next to him. The suv came in behind them and the family poured out of the car.

Maggie stood up and looked at the smiling faces of her family. “Yeah, I guess it is.” She said and walked down the porch to join in the welcome.






By Lucien Maier

Edited By Temperance Penrod


At the beginning of my daughter’s school year they had a meeting and called on the fathers to come and hear the WATCH D.O.G.S. out. They gathered all the dads in an auditorium and talked to us about what the WATCH D.O.G.S. program is all about.

They very smartly played a heart touching father video, and then asked all to sign up for a day. Most of the dad’s that were there signed up, myself included. I signed up for a distant day in January.

WATCH D.O.G.S. is a program that asks fathers to come in and watch over the school for the day. You get to volunteer in a couple different classes. Watch over the playground during lunch. And basically wander around the school, making sure nothing is out of place.

So my day in January came up, and I prepared to go to the school. I rolled into the school with my daughter and they fitted me with my WATCH D.O.G.S. t-shirt and a Dogtag (a big sticker on my motorcycle jacket).

J, my daughter, got a t-shirt to wear to.

As you can see…


We got our picture taken to put on the Wall of Fame, Then we bundled up and went outside to direct cars through the loop. Now I can’t say I did not enjoy this, the loop is the Elementary school parking lot, which parents drive through in a loop to drop off and pick up kids. I have dropped off my kids here on many a morning.

There is a few signs that say pull all the way forward, but people always stop short so their kids won’t have to walk. Then frustrated people in the back will try to shoot in front of other and the whole thing turns into a big mess every morning.

So now finally my daughter and I stood on the corner of the lot and I pointed to exactly where people needed to go. I won’t lie, it felt great. Even better when one of the teachers at the school said it was the fastest she had ever seen it go through. Come to think of it she probably tells all the WATCH D.O.G.S. that..

Maybe the bike jacket made them obey the rules a little better, but it did seem to me to run very smoothly. I only had to give one or two stern looks, and had blast wishing all the kids a good friday.

After, my daughter went off to class and I patrolled the halls. I made sure nothing was out of place. I then went into a first grade class, and worked with some kids reading. They were a bit younger than J so it was fun to go back in time.

I went out and watched the playground for recess. Kids, they are so untainted. The teachers always seem a bit wary of me, but not the kids. They just saw me as a cool guy they wanted to know.

Then after recess I went to a 5th grade class to help out. It was cool because the teacher had been my son’s teacher a couple years before. So again it was a bit like going back in time. I worked with kids in there with math mostly.

I taught them some tricks and it seemed to help one kid a lot. After that I got with my daughter and we went to lunch. We got our trays, and sat at a long lunch table. We were soon surrounded by girls.

I ate and joked with them and had them laughing, hard. I even had a teacher look over once or twice with that. “Could you be a little quieter” look. I happily ignored them and made them laugh again.

I watched all the grades play on the playground at lunch. Funny all of them reacted to me very positively, wanting high fives and fist bump from the dog. I had threatened my daughter that I was not going to say a word the whole day I was just going to growl and bark.

She was mortified, so I spoke most of the time with a growl and bark thrown in here and there. After lunch I spent time with my daughter’s class. It was game day so I got to play Apples to  Apples with her and a few of her friends.

I had them laughing again, and this time I didn’t even look for the teacher’s approval. We had a blast. Soon I was back on patrol in the halls and then I watched pick up, this has no system so is just a big crazy mess for about twenty minutes and then its over.

We dropped off our shirts and that was our day.

It was a really rewarding experience and well worth your time. If your kid’s school does the WATCH D.O.G.S.program, go sign up for a day.

I can tell you this.

I feel like it made a difference to have someone there to just watch out and

I wish my sons Jr.high did WATCH D.O.G.S. as well and

I laughed more than I have in an awful long time.


If they don’t, I would inquire. The website has a ton of information.


If every Dad took one day, they would at least have one dad there every day of school. That would be an amazing resource for schools. I will be going again in May I think, not because of all the good it does, but just because it was a whole lot of fun.

Hope you take a look into it.



No one knows what the River will Bring


No one knows what the river will bring



By Lucien Maier

Edited By Temperance Penrod

The bike slipped in and out of the traffic. It was not as bad as the Island, but New York is New York even thirty miles from the hub.  She pulled into the little bar to meet them, and she climbed off the little two fifty motorcycle. It fit her, and she had made it her own.

He had offered to have her friends ride with them, but she decided to keep this ride for herself. He had swept into her life, and although they had never met he immediately knew her.

At first she wanted to think he was just after sex, but it became clear very quickly that was not on his mind. He saw her and made no bones about it. All the putting herself down washed off his back, and he just had faith in her.

They had chatted here and there over the years, and when she had seen the beat up little bike, she knew the time was right. She had bought it and she began her work on it. She had modeled herself after his essays. Reading the story about how he had built his bike over and over. Each time getting the motivation, or encouragement to continue her own build.

Soon the little red and chrome motorcycle was pulled out of her lab. She was amazed by what it had done for her. She felt more confident about herself, cruising next to the Hudson brought her to a whole new level in life.

Now after years, he was coming. She would meet him. His wife and he had been on the road for a while now, they were in the middle of an around the nation ride. When she had gotten the text that they were about a week from New York and they wanted to ride with her she had about jumped out of her skin with excitement.

She went into the little bar, excited to hear the roar of the bike she had read so much about. She sat at the bar and ordered an ice tea. She watched the window, waiting.

A few tables away a young lady of nineteen sat with tear soaked eyes. He had done it again last night, she had taken it for a long time. This time though there was a baby in her belly. She took a deep breath as he slid into the other side of the booth.

“What the hell is wrong with you now?” He asked.

She took another deep breath. “I am leaving you Lewis.”

“The hell you are bitch.” He said with the sickly smile he got when anger started to mount in him. “Your mine and you ain’t going anywhere.” He barked out, now the rest of the bar started to hear.

“No Lewis, I am leaving to the women’s shelter now. I am pregnant and you keep hitting me.” She said trying to muster her bravery, but it was starting to waiver. All the excuses she had used over the years, started to flood into her head. She was already starting to give in, but she had an ally that she had never met.

Zippy sat and listened as she sipped on her iced tea. She could see where this was going. He burst from the booth and started yelling at the young girl. Now Zippy never considered herself brave, but this time she dropped off the bar stool.

She walked over to the brute, “Let’s go home right now Bitch. You need to learn a lesson.” He barked at her grabbing her arm.

“Sound likes she has already learned it. You’re not going to take her with you. It’s time for you to go.” Zippy said with far more confidence than she felt. In her own thoughts she screamed for him to pull in, but she was only left with the brute of a man staring at her in disbelief.

“Fuck you, you little runt bitch. I will toss you in the fucking river. You don’t tell me shit.”  The man barked.

It took all her nerve, but Zippy set her four foot eleven frame, and looked him dead in the eye. “Do you really think this is nineteen-fifty or something. You can’t get away with any of this crap, and you are not taking her with you. Go away.” She said and pointed at the door.

The man took a step toward her, but he looked up and the rest of the bar was on their feet. The four foot lady was no threat to him but the rest of the bar, that was a different story.

“I told you asshole, its not nineteen-fifty and this dont happen on our watch. Now this is the last time I am going to tell you. Get out.” Zippy said, her heart raced a million miles a minute, but then she heard the sound she had been straining for.

However, it proved unnecessary Lewis realized that he was beaten and stormed out the door in anger.  Zippy put her hand on the shoulder of the young women. “You’re doing the right thing. Let’s get you to that shelter you were talking about.” Zippy said and the girl looked up to her like she had looked up to him.

She looked to the door and she had been right they had arrived and were parking their bikes next to her’s.

“We will take her there.” A couple in the back said. “Looks like you have some pretty special riding partners.” They added as he sauntered in next to his wife. A large smile growing on their faces as they spotted Zippy.

She squeaked and ran into their hug. “Everything ok?” He asked, picking up on the situation.

“Yeah its fine now, just give me a second and we will hit the road.” She said and turned back to the young lady who was now being helped out of the booth by the couple. Zippy wrote her name and number on a paper. “You stay in touch sweety. Believe me no one knows what the river will bring. You ain’t never going down that road again okay.” She hugged her.

They walked out to the bikes, his wife smiled. “I love your bike. I learned on the same bike.” She commented and the conversation went from there. The three of them clicked and soon they were riding.

They rode the whole afternoon and pulled into the little restaurant and inn about six in the evening. They laughed, ate , and drank. So much so, that she decided she had better stay the night and ride home in the morning.

His wife checked with the desk and changed their room from one bed to two. They got drinks and went back to the room. They talked and laughed deep into the night. Their friendship growing in leaps and bounds.

In the morning they had breakfast together and then after many hugs and more tears than she would like to admit, they got on their bikes. She headed back to the river, and they returned to the road, to their adventure.

As Zippy rode home that day she realized that that fire he had lit in her, she could light in others. He had taught her to live her life, not just get through it. Even better than that she had learned that she too could teach people the same lesson.

“Next time I will meet you in Utah.” She thought to herself. She rode out to the women’s shelter, she wanted to check on someone…






ABATE “A call to action”



“A call to action”


By Lucien Maier

Edited By Temperance Penrod


I returned to Motorcycles when I was forty. I have never really ridden with a crew. I wanted to ride in a group ride. I went out to ride for suicide prevention, my friend Annette had convinced me to come out.

I tend to get anxiety around large groups of people, but she was insistent. I was unable to make the ride so I meet them at the rides end. I most likely would have quietly left the parking lot, but one of Annette’s crew had been warned and pulled me into the fold.

When they all pulled in, they were all very warm and sweet to me. I found out that a lot of the riders were part of ABATE. I had heard the name float by here and there, but knew very little about them. Greg laid it all out for me.

In a nutshell ABATE is about Motorcycle rights and education. Of course I went and did some research. The concept of ABATE was started by Lou Kimzey (the editor of Easyrider magazine) to preserve motorcycle rights.

They have fought through the years for these rights, one big black eye they have is that they fought the national helmet law. Many have told me

“Oh ABATE is bad because they stopped the helmet laws”.

It’s true that that ABATE believes every rider is responsible for what gear they do or do not wear. Motorcycles are about freedom and ABATE works hard to make sure no one gets a foothold in holding back that freedom.

It’s been called an MC, a gang, but these are all grossly incorrect. ABATE is a Motorcycle rider advocate group. The reason I think many people get the wrong impression, is because most of the chapters are made up of your “Stereotypical” bikers.

Make no mistake though, they fight for the right of everyone out there on 2’s. So I think it’s high time the rest of us start to support this organization. I will admit it is a bit strange to pull up to a meeting on my foreign bike. However, I am always welcomed to the meetings.

Sportbikes, I know you’re out there?

Cafe Racers?

Bobbers, Baggers, Touring, Adventure, We are all Motorcyclists. We all have rights to lose. ABATE carries the flag for all of us.

So if you haven’t yet, find out when you next local ABATE meeting is, and go out and see what they have to say. I think like me you will be compelled to become part of the organization, or at very least support them in their endeavors.

Go to Google now and type ABATE (and your state) and you will be in contact with’ em locally in no time!


Elf and I, The Rides of 2014


Elf And I, The rides of 2014


We rode close to 12,000 miles this season.This is my bike Elf. She is an 1100cc custom made bike.

Building her was just the start, To ride her is indescribable.



Elf The Story of a Bike
Elf The Story of a Bike

You can read and see more about Elf Here:

Elf: The story of a Bike,

is a half fiction and half nonfiction,

history of the bike.

Building Elf,belf

A Photo Tour of building the bike.





I started riding close to home:

Grantsville, Utah
Grantsville, Utah
Tooele Utah
Tooele, Utah
Tooele, Utah
Tooele, Utah



I took it to work a lot at first as well.







After a couple weeks I wanted to re-ride the ride I had done right before I built the bike.


Here is Elf at the base of Immigration Canyon

Base of Immigration canyon

And the top of Immigration Canyon IMG_0565

I swooped down into Parleys Canyon and rode I-80 up.

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I jumped off the 80 and rode to the top of Browns Canyon. (above)


After a quick jaunt through Heber and next to Deer Creek (Above), and then down Provo Canyon and home.IMG_0575

(Top of Provo Canyon)


I Can Still Hear The Road
I Can Still Hear The Road

After this ride I felt so in tune with the road again, I wrote

I Can Still hear the Road 



I started to reach out into the motorcycle community. I wanted to see what riding in a pack was like, so I decided I wanted to do a ride for a good cause.

Riding Home
Riding Home

At first I hooked up with some folks for a anti-suicide ride. You can read that story here: Riding Home

After meeting all  the people in the Utah County chapter of ABATE, I felt so welcomed.

When they had one of their own lose her battle, I wanted to go. You canNot Just this Ride read that story here:

Not Just This Ride

After trying to get on two group rides and not fully making either time. I was dead set to get out and ride in a pack. I met someone online that was part of the local Masons Chapter.

A friend was dead set on having me come on the Hess Cancer Foundation ride. Low and behold, I made the ride.
There are some pictures below,  but if you really want the story there Check out:677b65ee4da0c8fa85ff6c3b54e2c0c1

Riding With the Masons




Waiting for the ride to begin.


At the midway point in HeberIMG_0739



We ended the ride in SLC, UT with a nice BBQ.IMG_0742

I tried to get out to other events, but I was always held up by this or that.  I decided maybe I needed to just stay on my own for a bit.

Ride On My Own
Ride On My Own

Of course I wrote something about it:

Ride on my own



When I was young I had the chance to work for a mining company here in Utah. I got to work for half my summer in a little town named Eureka, Utah.

Eureka, Utah
Eureka, Utah

I have always dug this little town and the long ride out there was exactly what I needed.




Not long later I was at my desk at work.

I decided to go catch a canyon for lunch.

I went up Big Cottonwood Canyon.IMG_0762

IMG_0760 The Canyon was a great run, the pictures are at Brighton Ski Resort at the top of the Canyon.IMG_0763

Motorcycle CannonBall 2014
Motorcycle CannonBall 2014

I found out about the Cannon Ball Run coming through Utah,

My buddy Blair and I rode out.

Motorcycle CannonBall 2014




IMG_0836 Inspired by the riders of the CannonBall I wanted to get some long distance in for the season as well.









My Wife and I hatched a plan to visit my sister who lives right out out of Aspen, CO.

IMG_0846Riding out to Colorado wasIMG_0849 an amazing trip that I will never forget.

IMG_0914 While I was there I rode up to a little Lake. Here is a part of that ride;


I am horrible, but I have probablyIMG_0917 watched those videos a dozen times. That ride was amazing.







I rode out to the Utah County ABATE meeting. The sky opened up on me and I got really wet. Check out the piece for more.



The Ride was not Comfy but I got some Amazing shots
The Ride was not Comfy but I got some Amazing shots





At the end of the season I wanted to do a route to review a lot of the major rides I had done over the year. IMG_1101

Rafter B's
Rafter B’s a good cup of coffee and always a nice spot to hang for a min
Top Of Provo Canyon
Top Of Provo Canyon







The Last ridelastride

As you can guess this piece is about the last ride… or rides, I took for the season.






We did about 12,000 miles, but I learned more about myself than I have ever known. If you have never ridden a bike, make next season yours.



So maybe  I can see you out on the road…


Ride Safe.







The Original Compass Patch

The Original Compass Patch

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By Lucien Maier

Edited by Temperance Penrod



So 2014 has not been a bad year. Just one of personal growth and learning. Also a major step backwards in my battle with my mental health. However, overall it has been a good year with some nice adventures.

My family, as always, are my rock always standing by me and never wavering. There are many times that I wonder how I was lucky enough to be placed with the perfect person for me. Then that we were both lucky enough to bring two amazing souls into the world, well that is just unbelievable.

I have learned a lot this year, and I have spent a great deal of thought about origin, and Impact.

Origin, is a topic I normally have come to a conclusion and then let it lie for long periods. First when I was young and moved to Utah, and decided I wanted to wait till I got older to look at the topic. (I was about seven)

Then again when I was thirteen this time reading many of the texts of the different faiths. Since I did not believe any of the texts I had read, I chose that category that seemed to fit. Atheism.

In my twenties I realized the title was wrong, I was agnostic not an atheist. My philosophy however, did not change.

This year I found myself again looking into my soul. Standing on the edges on destiny and realizing once again it is not your path to take, is never an easy thing to digest. Which leads me right in to the next topic that has taken up my thoughts in 2014.


Impact is something I have chased for as long as I can remember. I have always wanted to last in the world, that I have always known. Largely the reason I am so drawn to writing is that need/want to have an influence on the world.

Now I have done a lot reading on impact. How to gain it? Who has it? What is its nature? I have read deeply into all those questions. It should come as little surprise that names like Shakespeare and Davinci are at the top of my hero list.

For hundreds of years after they left us their words, their ideas remain with us. Hell they form us into what we have become today. I think 2014 was the year for me to finally accept that I will never be a Socrates, or a Hemingway.

I am a Maier, and if I am to be honored enough to join the ranks of those names it will because I lived the best life Lucien could live. It is time to live, and if the words fall off the face of the world with no impact then so be it. (That last sentence is not easy to type.)

So this year has taught me to accept myself. I have spent a lot of energy and time trying to get my life on the path that I think it belongs on. In the upcoming year and beyond I hope to accept myself, and walk the path that is presented to me.

Worrying about my walk, not the path I think I should be on.

Somethings in this world can’t be chased they can only be found.

Is it just me or does 2015 feel like a year of some major importance?


It feels like many roads are close to crossing, it feels to me like we as a race, as a world are very close to a breakthrough. A global understanding, the first real one ever. We have spent the twenty years building and populating the world with devices.

Devices that can talk and see to the other side of the world instantly. Devices that can create content faster than ever before. Devices that can broadcast that content to millions in moments.

Limits are less on the race today than they have ever been before.

I know many minds are focused on the significant problems we face today as a race. There is no denying that we have many issues to work through. I will be honest I have spent many thought cycles, thinking about these issues, and in the end doing nothing to change them.

2015 though feels like the year we all start to accept where we have come. It feels to me that we will have more than one major breakthrough in the world this year.

It feels that in the last few years that there has been a lot of work done behind curtains. 2015 feels like the year the curtain gets pulled back, and the world gasps.

Personally I feel my family and myself are going to have a hell of an adventure this year. We are posed to do some really cool things. Something we have panned in March, is something that only a handful of people have done on the planet.

I hope to finish a novel that has brewed in my head for years. It has been hard to choose to write it. You see, it is the second in my werewolf series. Now since only two people are really fans of the series at this point it would seem silly to invest the time to write it.

There are reasons though, Of The Wolf is my favorite story. Also one of the two people is Temperance my editor. She also fell in love with the story of Ty’ous and has asked, (well demanded) the second in the series.

Now Temperance has been silently working in the background on my work for a year and a half now. She has edited countless short stories, poems. She also edited To Hell and Back as I wrote it, and after that she went back and edited In the Blood 1 and Of The Wolf “Zion” as well.

The only thing she has ever asked me for is Of The Wolf 2 “The Road”. So I intend to let her read that story. I have three other books that sit in my thoughts as of late. So I intend to push those forward once OTW is out of the way.

I am sure I will continue my short work. (I also intend on working a new fan fiction for both Walking Dead and SOA)  And Elf still has a few stories to tell from last season, and we have lots of plans for the riding season of 2015.

So my pen is not done, my words are not spilled.

2014 has taught me to let go.

In 2015 I will go….


Will you come with me?