A little background...

I am a 32 year old guy living and working in the Big Apple. I am a theatre professional (a lighting designer) and for the last two years have worked full-time for NYU running three theatres for one of their fine arts departments.

I live in Brooklyn, at the lower end of Park Slope and have two cats, an on-again/off-again relationship, and lots of family and friends who are pissed off at me for not calling enough. What can I say? I've been busy!

I have lung and digestive problems, related to a little thing called Cystic Fibrosis; it makes travel a little more challenging, particularly when explaining my condition to new friends.

I do not consider myself a biker; though others seem to think so. That said, my ride is a 2002 Harley Davidson 1200cc Sportster Custom. Her name is Roxie and she runs like a dream, even loaded down for touring. I have taken several long trips and am fairly prepared to load up and head out in only a couple of hours. In town, Roxie is a narrow-waisted, fat-assed babe with big headlights. I get a lot of compliments on her. On the road, she sports a tour-pak off a dresser, a tank-bag, and a windshield in addition to her usual tool bags and hard saddlebags. She runs a Baker 6-speed transmission, which really helps keep the gas mileage reasonable.