Girlie Motorcycle & Road Trip Blog
Full tank. Wandering heart.
Today while I was out and about, out of the corner of my eye I spied what appeared to be the home for wayward Delorean cars. Surely this has got to be the largest concentration of the stainless steel 80s icon in one place.
Photograph of a Shark mouth entryway for Atlantic Seafood Restaurant and Fish Market, at 117 Main Street Center Moriches, NY
I got the word today that our dear friend Bill would be making his maiden return voyage to motorcycling after being sidelined for some months now. Our little clique, buzzing with the excitement of this news descended in to to say hello and grab a cuppa-cawfee.
I stumbled across a giant bull on someone’s farm. Further proof that sometimes you just have to make a left because you don’t know what’s down the road.
Last night was chilly but lovely while out poking around. It’s still cold enough out that any riding that you do feels good, regardless of the quality.
Photographs from visiting Long Island Sphinx statue, located in Bayport, NY.
Saw this excellently retro mural at The Garage Pitstop Deli this morning while I was out playing phototag.
The Speed Triple could never be called a ‘pretty’ bike. With it’s naked, aggressive looks it comes off totally butch, totally masculine. That is of course until it’s sporting a fluffy pink unicorn.
Stop. And Think. You know, there really is no end to the education that you can receive out there on the roadways of life.
My disinterest in using a GPS to ride with is well documented. I’ve been mocked. Endlessly. I’m not talking about wanting to know where the next hotel or gas station is because I see the value in that. Especially if you’ve only got 15 miles left on reserve and you’ve come to a fork in an unfamiliar road with no signs pointing to gas. Then the GPS is a gem.
For me, motorcycling is and always has been an emotional journey. I can’t disengage the act of riding the bike from the all encompassing connection to the world, my feelings, to people that it...
