Author: Fuzzygalore

Rider, adventurer, traveler, weirdo, lover of love, and all around curious person. Trying to squeeze the fun-juice out of each and every day.
Greetings from my Underground Lair

Greetings from my Underground Lair


I would’ve written sooner, but it’s been so long since I’ve used my laptop, I actually forgot my password for it. True story.

After finally resetting Macbook password, I was informed that doing so meant any logins stored in my keychain were now lost to the ether. And then I had to wrack my brain on how to log in everywhere or reset everything. Annoying. I thought that my computer was supposed to do the thinking for me.

Over the last week, I’ve had a handful of people check to see if I was still alive or if I’d succumbed to a final brain scrambling and shuffled off this mortal coil with a pathetic, sputtering, fizzle. Well? I’m still here with my brain mostly intact. (Please, hold your applause.)

The reasons I’ve been digitally quiet are dull. If I were smart, I would tell you its because I’ve taken up shark wrestling or ill-tempered badger grooming but,… no. Mostly it is because I changed my career path a bit in October, going from working on highly independent projects to being part of a team. That means talking with and emailing people all. fucking. day.

Now, that might sound like a nothing thing. But, I’m not really a team sorta girl. By the time I get home each day I don’t want to speak to anyone – no phone, no email, no social media, no hanging out. I just want quiet and to stop cramming my head full of information. Same with the weekends. It is my time to recharge and that means – quiet and selfish pursuits. So, I’ve pretty much withdrawn to my secret lair where I’m hatching plans for world domination in silence.

I kid, of course. World domination requires talking to lots of people. After two minutes of handwringing and twirling my mustache with dastardly flair, I switched my focus over to where I might ride my motorcycle this year and never looked back.

So that’s what I’m up to. Nothing. And right now, that’s how I want it. Punxatawny Phil says we’re in for six more weeks of winter and everything is a sheet of ice here on the Isle of Long. So, I suspect I’ll be doing nothing for a little while longer.



So Long, 2017 – Onward Towards the Future

So Long, 2017 – Onward Towards the Future

When I started writing this post my intent was to summarize 2017 and the things that made their way across these pages. Then, I erased it all. I don’t want to do that today, the last day of the year.

Maybe my feelings will be different an hour from now, tomorrow, in a month. Who knows? Who cares? Right now, in this moment, I want to look ahead.

Where can I go? What can I do? What can I achieve, change, feel in the days to come? I think I’d like to concentrate on that today instead of rehashing the past.

Dare to Dream

When I allow my thoughts to roam unchecked or unfettered by the guilt of being selfish, they take me far from home. If I don’t cave to my inner turmoil, what is the harm in stretching my boundaries and getting a little uncomfortable? That’s where the good stuff happens – in the places where you color outside of your own lines. Sometimes you get scared, you’re unsure, and sometimes it even hurts a little. But, in the end, when everything is done and dusted, life is changed there.

My dream for 2018 is to follow some of the secret wishes that tickle my fancy when my brain isn’t busy helping me to be a responsible adult. No one can help me do that. I wish to find my own strength.

Onward toward possibility, friends. It’s just past hope, a left at whimsy, straight to laughter, and finally, arrive at joy.

Happy New Year.

Ask Me Anything: What Do You Actually Own?

Ask Me Anything: What Do You Actually Own?

A few people have asked something similar to Doc’s most recent question:

“I have a simple question – you post pictures with many different types of motorcycles. What do you actually own, or do you rent them? …And what do you prefer?”

Without further ado, here is my current riding stable:

’15 Triumph Bonneville

’14 KTM 690 Enduro

’11 Triumph Tiger 1050

Over the life of this blog, I have had quite a few other bikes so you’ll see those peppered throughout old posts. Some I miss, some I don’t. Everything seemed to serve a purpose towards moving on to the next thing.

The bikes I’ve rented: Triumph Tiger 800/1050, BMW 700GS/800GS/R1150R, Harley-Davidson Road King.

What do I like best? Having choices 🙂

The bikes that I have to ride right now each have their own niche. My riding desires ebb and flow so they each rotate in and out of the favorite spot. The Tiger can hustle on the backroads and eat highway miles, the Bonnie is an easy-does-it ride, and the KTM can go everywhere and is like sex on wheels. I’m happy with this lineup. The only change I’ve been toying with is getting rid of the Tiger. Not to replace it with anything else but just… because. We’ll see.

This post is in response to an: Ask Me Anything question.

One Year Later: My Desert Awakening Went Back to Sleep

One Year Later: My Desert Awakening Went Back to Sleep

One year ago today, December 28, 2016, I stood in the golden sun of the California desert taking in Salvation Mountain. The day shimmered with magic, possibility, and the excitement unique to being on a journey.

noun: salvation
preservation or deliverance from harm, ruin, or loss.
synonyms: lifeline, preservation; means of escape, help, saving, savior

During my week of desert solitude, I found and lost myself a hundred times over. Each new vista that spilled away to the mountains that sit at the edge of eternity breathed new life into me. The cycle tore me down to the raw meat of who I am – weak and scared, and then mile by mile, it built me up again. I found salvation in the controlled burn.

By the time my ride came to an end, I thought I came away with some understanding. I was so sure that I took with me a change. But here I am, one year later, and I don’t think I have. I am that same uncertain person who went fumbling around in the desert for answers. How could I have learned nothing?

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