Day 2: Detour to the Roanoke Muffler Man

Some time around midday I pulled us off of the BRP around Roanoke, Virginia. When we finally stopped at the first traffic light we’d seen all day, Kenny looked at me quizzically and slowly said, “um,… wherrrrre are we going?

Foolish boy. After all this time, he still has to ask?

Roanoke Virginia Muffler Man

I happen to have the GPS waypoint file-y thing-a-ma-bob from Roadside America. So, Satan’s Compass (GPS) had hipped me to the fact that there was a muff in our midst. Actually, I’m lying. I knew it was there before we even left New York. I’m weird like that.

Sweet, sweet, blue-eyed Bunyan. Face… peeling. ::sigh::

Roanoke Muffler Man

Get with the program people! Respect the muff!

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Rachael is the whimsical writer behind the 20+ year old Girlie Motorcycle Blog. As a freelance blogger, she is on a mission to inspire laughter, self-examination, curiosity, and human connection. Girlie Motorcycle Blog can be found on several Best Motorcycle Blog lists.

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5 Responses

  1. Kathy says:

    I knew you’d find a muffler man! He needs a bit of cosmetic surgery, but he’s still awesome. 🙂

  2. Deb says:

    Your post was SO funny! Who IS that dude? LOL

    The heck with him, I lusted after that red Triumph motorcycle!

    Enjoy your posts, always!

    Deb

  3. karinajean says:

    zombie muffler man! skin peeling!

  4. “Respect the Muff?” LMAO.

    This may be a late comment and all but this post just appeared on my wall!

  5. jep says:

    I love the content inside the box. Cute!

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