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I was born in Santa Rosa, California, in May of 1949, and one of my earliest memories is watching motorcycles roar down the Redwood Highway past our house. My father rode Harleys and Indians, as did my grandparents and uncles. I got my first motorcycle in 1962, and haven’t been without one for long since then.
My wife, Reggie, tolerates my love of open roads and throbbing V-Twin engines with patience born of long association with a modern day saddle bum. When I pack my gear on the bike and head out on a run, or to cover an event for Thunder Press, she either rides beside me on her custom trike, or just waves a cheery goodbye, then heads for the nearby Indian casino to donate to the one-armed bandits. One of these casinos was the inspiration for the scene of a major battle in Skinner’s War.
I began Skinner’s War as a short story after the passage of California’s helmet law. Frustrated by constant intervention in my life and freedom by well-meaning bureaucrats, I started thinking about what our lives would be like if absolute power over the people was ever achieved, and the idea for a novel was born.
In writing Skinner’s War, I situated much of the action in my “stomping grounds”; The Sierras, and the places described in the book actually exist, including the old mine that becomes Skinner’s home.
I hope those of you who choose to read Skinner’s War enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I’ve interspersed the battles with political satire, woods lore, sex, and even a bit of motorcycle maintenance. Pretty much all the good stuff! I think you’ll find it an exciting read, as well as a thought provoking look at what the future could hold in store