the throttle.
Not the vision."
Fifty years of riding. Iron horses, open roads, the particular freedom that lives somewhere between second gear and the horizon.
Chronic illness doesn't take your eye. It sharpens it. When the road closes, you build new ones — in chrome and light, in glitch and signal, in worlds just past the edge of what's real.
Every piece in the Dogeared catalog is that journey: machine and myth, rider and dreamer, two timelines running parallel.