I was born in 1961 in Santa Ana, California, and grew up in the heart of Orange County. I migrated north to Gilroy (south of San Francisco) in 1986, lived in Sidney, Ohio for a few long months in 1990, then settled in Arvada, Colorado, where I live to this day with my lovely and talented wife, Kristi.

All my life I've built and invented things. Some people are skilled musicians, others are talented acrobats; I'm very mechanically adept. As a toddler, left in a playpen, I managed to remove a handful of loose nuts and screws which terrified my mom for fear I'd swallowed some. As a young child I tore apart my first record player in order to get the magnet (from the speaker) so I could sift thru playground sand for "iron filings." My first real bicycle was bought used and battered, but dad took it apart, sanded and repainted the frame, and the resulting "custom" was the coolest ride on the block.

I like adventures, too: I've been scuba diving, skydiving, flew aerobatics in a Pitts Special, wandered thru Europe with a backpack and railpass, enjoyed hours of track time in a restored Datsun 240Z and on my '86 Honda Interceptor, topped several 14,000 peaks (including Long's), and have been an avid snowboarder for 16 crash-filled years.

If all that's not enough, I'm a writer with several screenplays, dozens of short stories, and 23 annual holiday stories of an unusual nature.

Oh -- I also designed this website and three others. Whew!

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My family often went camping, usually in the vast reaches of California's Mohave Desert, and motorcycles were part of it. Riding bikes was one thing but repairing and keeping them running was another, and it was all part of my mechanical education. Dad worked on his own cars and trucks and I was often enlisted to help, furthering my experience and skills. I like doing mechanical things.