Blog Challenge: Ride to Eat Mom & Pop Style
Over on my Facebook page, I posted a photo of my bike at a Cracker Barrel restaurant. I was questioning whether or not it was worth my while to stop there ever again after...
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Over on my Facebook page, I posted a photo of my bike at a Cracker Barrel restaurant. I was questioning whether or not it was worth my while to stop there ever again after...
To my own surprise I’ve been able to tick a few things off of my 2013 Motorcycle Roadside Stop Wishlist. Just this past weekend? Another mark in the “Done” column. ::pats self on back:: No...
When you cover a couple hundred miles on a day ride from where I live, you see a lot of other people on the road. Being on a motorcycle gives you a unique perch...
Sometimes just picking a place to stop for lunch is enough inspiration to thread a route together. The Chelsea Royal Diner on Route 9 in Brattleboro, Vermont is one such place. The modified 1938...
Things are about to get sexy up in here. Two words: Butt. Beads. Seat Beads from BeadRider.com Normally using said two words together might make you chuckle nervously. Maybe even bring on a bit...
Set back from the road in Hinsdale, New Hampshire is a fabulous house that is covered in license plates. When I say covered… I mean covered. Isn’t it wonderful? The house is no longer...
When the Equinox to Equinox Rally kicked off on the first day of spring, it seemed like we had all the time in the world to ride around and collect points. After all, the...
For some, writing things down on a travel To Do List is a blow to the spontaneity of what riding a motorcycle should be about. And I get that. Being able to flitter hither...
While I was in the neighborhood during my super-donut-extravaganza, I decided to swing by the town of Groveland to visit with the local muffler man. Incidentally – his name? Yvon. (Formerly) With decades of standing...
Kane’s Donuts was on my must-visit list for years! When the alarm clock sounded its horrible racket at 4:30 on Saturday morning, what would normally be met with an all-encompassing desire to smash it...