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.
Seeking LOVE in Monterey, Virginia

Seeking LOVE in Monterey, Virginia

After leaving the town of Buckhannon, West Virginia then stopping at the tiny Randy Brown Memorial Chapel – I wound my way across the mountains down 219, across 250 and into the town of Monterey, Virginia.

I’ve ridden this section of Route 250 quite a few times and it never disappoints. After all, it has big wide valleys, toe-scraping hairpins, and little traffic. But, there was actually a method to my madness.

Since I was in the neighborhood, I thought that I would stop in to see one the many LOVEworks that Kathy has documented in her travels. There’s always room for a little more love in your day.

Done up in a barn quilt motif, the LOVEWork sits in a park just south of the intersection of 250/220.

After snapping a few photos, I made my way back to the Bonnie in search of twisties. In this corner of the world, they aren’t hard to find.

A Grinchy Check-in From a Not-So-Motorcycley Blogger

A Grinchy Check-in From a Not-So-Motorcycley Blogger

This Christmas season, I have been particularly Grinchy. Not that I’m sour or angry or anything. I guess you might say indifferent is more fitting. So much of the holiday hustle and bustle of what is going on around me seems stupid and pointless. All this rushing around and buying useless shit… I just can’t.

There is much for me to be grateful for. My family is well taken care of and not only doesn’t need anything, but there really isn’t even a frivolous thing that any of us want for.

Thinking back to my childhood (when I wanted everything) it blows my mind that I have a teenager who really doesn’t want anything. Perhaps when the world is at your fingertips – it’s easy to be selective versus indiscriminately grabbing at anything you can get your hands on to plug the inadequacy hole.

Here where I live, people are jamming the roadways and stores, jockeying for parking spaces and snatching waffle irons from each other’s hands. Things don’t feel very peace on earth and goodwill toward men-ish. No, it’s nasty news and crappy exchanges in the real world and on social media. Buy more, feel less and fuck the other guy.

When I Christmas-tipped my garbage man this morning, I felt good about it. I happily scrawled a greeting and put a red bow on the envelope I left for him. It’s not like we’re tossing industrial trash or anything, but trashcans with bags of post-walk dog poo each day deserve a little something.

Later in the afternoon when I came home to find my garbage can and it’s lid flung into different parts of the front yard, I was torn by wondering if my envelope was too light or he’s just a dick. Apparently, my goodwill wasn’t good enough.

I think this is when I’m supposed to be the change I want to see in the world, right? But, I guess I’m not. I’m just another unenlightened, judgmental asshole and I feel tired. Why can’t I bother to find the spirit of the season within myself? It’s doubly disappointing because I have an expectation that everything should feel magical this time of year.  Instead, Christmas feels like something to survive versus something to enjoy.

Yesterday was the winter solstice – the day we started moving back towards the light. Maybe I will, too. I’m off from work until the new year. Maybe this time off will allow me to recenter and find my way back to being a nice human being.

2017 in Review: Photos of Murals Seen in My Travels

2017 in Review: Photos of Murals Seen in My Travels

Wantagh, NY

Kenny Scharf  | Krino’s Foods – Bronx, NY | Original Post

Troy, NY | Original Post

Barstow, CA

Beacon, NY

Grafton, WV

Wilton, PA | Original Post

Coudersport, PA | Original Post

Buckhannon, West Virginia

Hamptons Gas Station | Original Post

Boothbay Harbor, Maine

Wilton, PA | Original Post

Coney Island, NY | Original Post

2017 in Review Round-Ups

The Tiny Randy Brown Memorial Chapel

The Tiny Randy Brown Memorial Chapel

When I saw the sign posted on the railing, it caught me off guard. Enter at my own risk? What the hell has been going on in this little chapel that would bring about such a warning?

Maybe it was a result of not having a good sleep or of feeling like I had gotten “must poisoning” from a hotel room the night before  – but that warning sent my overactive imagination reeling with ideas of what terror must’ve existed beyond the door of the little chapel.

Walking up to the closed door, I debated whether I should even open it. My imagination was racing. I just knew that I would turn the knob, gently push it open – only to come face-to-face with a deranged Pappy Yokum-type, stinking of pee and liquor and who was spoilin’ for a fight.

Imagine my surprise when I was instead greeted by little more than four tiny pews, a peaceful light and a portrait of Randy Brown.

Randy Brown Memorial Chapel
Buckhannon, West Virginia
Google Maps

2017 in Review: Photos of Great Ghost Ads Seen in My Travels

2017 in Review: Photos of Great Ghost Ads Seen in My Travels

My love for the ghost ads of yesteryear is strong. While out and about in 2017, I saw some excellent examples: 

Mail Pouch Tobacco – Point Pleasant, West Virginia

Mail Pouch Tobacco – Point Pleasant, West Virginia

Mail Pouch Tobacco – Layton, New Jersey

Mail Pouch Tobacco – Grafton, West Virginia

Mail Pouch Tobacco – Beacon, New York

Battle Ax Plug Tobacco – Pomeroy, Ohio

Cubanola – Radford, Virginia

Bloch Brothers Tobacco | Rohrbaugh & Co. Furniture & Undertaking – Buckhannon, West Virginia

Mail Pouch Tobacco  | Golden Rule Department Store – Belington, West Virginia

Bull Durham – Buena Vista, Virginia

Uneeda Biscuit – Poughkeepsie, New York

Sloan’s Linament for Rheumatism – Grafton, West Virginia

Uneeda Biscuit | Gold Medal Flour – Troy, New York

Coca-Cola – Orange, Virginia

Wine of Cardui & Cubanola – Radford, Virginia

Mail Pouch Tobacco | Coca Cola – Renovo, Pennsylvania

Mail Pouch Tobacco – Mill Hall, Pennsylvania

2017 in Review Round-Ups

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