There is a blog, written by Marc Teatum, and is titled after the recent book of the same name. Based on an original story by Marc Teatum and written by Marc Teatum & Edward Winterhalder it was published by Blockhead City Press, and released in October of 2011.
Independent Harley rider Jake Axelrod is conflicted when his ex-girlfriend calls from Chicago one morning at dawn. Emotionally distressed, Karen Watson begs the Boston area biker to help her get away from her control freak husband, who is a wealthy and highly respected plastic surgeon.
After Jake agrees to help out and Karen arrives in Boston, he reluctantly lets the woman back into his heart. When Karen is killed a few weeks later, the biker is unjustly accused of causing her death. To avoid a lengthy prison sentence for a crime he did not commit, Jake escapes from police custody with the help of a very unlikely ally.
Relying on an old friend who is an attorney, and new acquaintances from both sides of the law, Jake avoids capture while looking for a way to prove his innocence. At a biker rally in western Massachusetts, he gets lucky when a good looking pool shark, members of the notorious Skuldmen motorcycle club, and a Harley riding state trooper provide Jake with an opportunity to serve up a plate of justice, biker style.
In December of 2012, the next book in The Biker Story series, The Moon Upstairs, also written by Marc Teatum and Edward Winterhalder was published by Blockhead City Press. Both of these, as well as Books 1 & 2 of the series are available on through Amazon, Barnes&Noble, and iTunes Library, as either print or eBooks.
Follow the blog at: 1LightComing.blogspot.com
Here's a sample of the blog. All entries begin with a section taken from the novel:
"It was midnight, and an almost full moon guided Jake down a road that was as smooth as the eighty cubic inches of pulsating motor that hummed beneath him. He was glad to be back on his Harley, for the vibrations that ran through the handlebars and into his hands gave him the same comfort that a baby gets from a mouthful of mother’s milk.
The wind ran through his hair as he cruised east on the narrow two lane roads of northern Virginia. The sound of the engine and the smell of the road intoxicated him. Comfortable, relaxed, and secure, the smooth asphalt made for a perfect night. Small, quaint villages appeared ahead and disappeared behind like pages in a fairytale book, and before he knew it Jake was countless miles from the beginning of his ride.
The hamlets he passed through sported a mixture of older stores, pre-depression era homes, and the inevitable newer fast food joints. Their lights burned in the night’s darkness as they blended together one after another. The few cars he encountered made for a solo journey that seemed at times to be more like a dream than reality.
Jake’s well worn leathers kept the coolness of the evening air from chilling him to the bone. His feet were glued to the pegs of his big twin, a few scant inches from the blacktop, as he turned north on Highway 301, heading for the Maryland border. As he rumbled down the road lost in thought, his encounter with the patch holders earlier that afternoon was front and center on his mind."
- Chapter 12/Page 32 - One Light Coming: A Biker's Story (Book 3 in a series published by Blockhead City Press to be released 1Oct2011.)
We all know the feeling. If you ride, no matter what you ride, there is a feeling of freedom, a feeling of power you get from taking control of a motor machine and making it your own. You're typically on your own, by yourself. You're so much more connected to the road you're on, connected to the locales you're traveling through. You smell the fresh cut grass, that pond that's just on the other side of the guardrail. You can tell when the farmers have just fertilized thier fields and you don't have to look to know that there are a few horses out in the paddocks either.
I consider myself lucky 'cause I get to experience this every day on the way to and from work, as long as the weather cooperates. Oh, don't get me wrong, I've arrived home soaked to the skin, pouring water out of my boots on more than one occassion because a weatherman said there was only a 30% chance of rain. Of course to me, when I hear 30% chance of rain, I think of 70% chance of sun. If you ride, you would too. It's all about percentages.
Anyone who rides plays the percentages. And I'm not just talking about the weather, either. Share the road with cagers and you know exactly what I mean. See the statistics, read the newspapers and watch the news and you hear about Bikers going down all the time.
I don't mind reading or hearing about them. I do have sympathy for them, I really do. But everytime I hear about some other biker going down...I figure that improves my chances of not going down. It's a percentage thing. Think about it.
WIth this blog, I'll give you little peaks at my new novel: "One Light Coming: A Biker's Story" that I co-authored with Edward Winterhalder. It's the third in the Biker Story Series published by Blockhead City Press and I hope that you'll like them enough to go out and buy the book.
I'll also be sharing other stories, observations and opinions about this lifestyle we call our own.
So, gas up and follow along. It's going to be a great ride!!!
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