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.
Looking for Meaning in a Mailbox Puzzle Piece

Looking for Meaning in a Mailbox Puzzle Piece

It’s pretty awesome to have friends far and wide who will send me postcards from their journeys. Taking that one level up, it’s pretty awesome to have friends that travel and explore. The destinations needn’t be far away, instead, they only need to be experienced. After all, what exploration could be wilder and sometimes more remote than the deepest parts or your own heart? And yet nothing could be closer.

When the mail was brought in this morning, among the chaff was a curious plastic bag from Canada Post. It apologetically carried the mangled remains of a greeting from British Columbia. The card was sent by Ally, one of the most intrepid explorers of the self and the world around her that I have the pleasure to know.

My first thought was that she’d be disappointed to know that the postcard arrived in such a state – the message it bore torn away. But as I thought about it some more, what I had instead was another clue about life and people. Somehow, perhaps by happenstance, perhaps divine intervention, this tattered card clung to my name and found its way to me, persevering like its sender. This puzzle piece, a mere fragment of its original message, is part of a greater narrative which is still but a mystery to me.

Waving to Little Girls in Car Windows

Waving to Little Girls in Car Windows

On Sunday, I was zipping towards to Expressway on  2-lane highway. In the lane to my left, a girl who I guessed to be around 12, sat in the backseat of a car that was slowly passing me. Her eyes were fixed on me, the lady on the motorcycle, so I waved to her. As soon as I did… she lit up with excitement. Joy.

As the car crept away further I saw her crane around the rear seat headrest to watch me some more.

Often when I hear about campaigns targeted at empowering other women to ride, I confess, my gut reaction is – “that’s dumb. Why do I need to tell someone they are capable of doing something when it’s so obvious?” But maybe the idea isn’t so cut and dry. Maybe some people aren’t exposed to positive or neutral ideas about riding or their capabilities. Instead, maybe they have to undo years of negative ideas. Or maybe obvious is situational or relative.

There are times at my office while dealing with younger people when I’ve thought – why don’t you just know how to do X? Or, why do I have to tell you/ask you to do something? Why don’t you just do it on your own? If you’re curious, why don’t you just try it out and see how it goes? Some co-workers have to be explicitly told to do things which I think are obvious otherwise they don’t connect the dots. And, let’s face it if I extrapolate that concept – sometimes I am that person who doesn’t know or act, to someone else.

My projected idea of the little girl in the window was that she was excited about the idea of riding a motorcycle. And then doubly excited that I was a woman. And then triply excited that if a woman – a grown-up version of herself is doing it now, then she can do it in the future. Is that empowerment by example? I didn’t have to say or do anything. I just had to be.

Maybe I am entirely wrong about all of it, I don’t know.

 

Two Coca-Cola Ghost Signs Spotted

Two Coca-Cola Ghost Signs Spotted

Though I don’t drink soda or smoke, I do have an affinity for tobacco and soda wall advertising. Whenever I see a Coca-Cola ghost ad, it feels like a win for the day.

Previously I posted a few ghost ads that I saw in Middletown, New York. One that I left out of that post was this lovely 2-sided dame from Union Street.

Delicious and Refreshing
Relieves Fatigue
Drink Coca-Cola
5¢ Sold Everywhere 5¢

One side of the building is now covered in vines and ivy. Just based on the “Co,” I wish I knew the condition of the rest of the words hiding below that creeping jungle.

Coca-Cola Ghost Ad
Union Street
Middletown, NY
https://goo.gl/maps/BiRmq8kctNR2


This Coca-Cola ghost spotted in Phillipsburg, NJ a few weeks ago, also has a Bull Durham Tobacco layer for a nice one, two punch.

Drink Coca-Cola
Delicious and Refreshing

Morris St
Phillipsburg, NJ
https://goo.gl/maps/wVKHsjkzDos

Saturday Stop at the Moodna Viaduct

Saturday Stop at the Moodna Viaduct

On Saturday, I stopped by the Moodna Viaduct. The sky was so blue and gorgeous I thought the oxidized trestle would look gorgeous spanning across the valley. It did.

You might recall seeing the Viaduct in the movie Michael Clayton. There is a good view of it as he is driving towards the place where he stops to see the horses.

Moodna Viaduct
Orrs Mills Rd, New Windsor, NY 12553
https://goo.gl/maps/xbwGo4rxams

Road Notes – As they Happen?

Road Notes – As they Happen?

I’ve been thinking about ditching Instagram since I’ve pretty much abandoned using it. My feed has become an endless stream of the same old, same old and “influencer” drivel in a way that I can’t connect with anymore. So, what’s the point? Why not just share snapshots as they happen on my own blog instead?

And I totally get that blogs are passive where social media delivers you to a wider audience using hashtags and whatnot proactively, but – so what? I mean what I’m I doing here? The point has always been to document my experiences, firstly for me, and then to share that with whoever wants to read it. And if no one else ever does read any of it, the process of writing would still occur and be important to me.

The change to moving away (back?) from social posting to just the blog is a psychological one. For a long time, I’ve equated a blog to long-form posting. But it doesn’t need to be. So, maybe trying out occasional snapshot/on-the-fly posting from my phone is in order.

The biggest hurdle, I suspect, will be not losing my reading glasses so that I can see to type on my damned phone!

So, off we go. Good morning from my phone and the State Line Lookout.

State Line Lookout
Closter, NJ 07624
https://goo.gl/maps/mtrBE9rkLh32

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