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Blog posts about motorcycles.

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

Random Things on a Rainy Thursday

Random Things on a Rainy Thursday

“This morning when I got to work, I kept tugging at the collar of my dress. Something about it was so annoying.”

“Was it inside out?”

“No, on backward. Who the hell puts a dress on backward?”

“I dunno, I wore two different shoes to work once so I can’t say anything.”

Just another fascinating evening conversation at Chez Galore.

Life is Random

While we’re on the subject of random things. Here a few photos of stuff I’ve seen over the last few weeks.

This awesomely painted barn was on King’s Highway in Warwick, NY. My friend Rosie had shared a picture of it with me seemingly ages ago. I just happened to zip by recently.

James is giving the King some serious side-eye, right?

Back to my natural color. My selfie game needs a lot of work but whaddayagonnado?

Is this a regional thing? What is meat bingo? I have no idea what this means.

Say it with donuts.

I stopped in to pick up a Shoofly pie. It was worth the trip 🙂

In another life, I used to find myself at the top of Perkins Drive hooking up with friends to ride with just about every Sunday. I grew up not too far south of there. The place was always crawling with other riders. Meeting moto people was part of the fun. Now, I can’t bring myself to ride up there because there would be a million other bikes and such. How times have changed.

Time to put the silicon obsession down
Take a look around, find a way in the silence
Lie supine away with your back to the ground
Dis- and re-connect to the resonance now
You were never an island

Unique voice among the many in this choir
Tuning into each other, lift all higher

The Ghosts of MIddletown

The Ghosts of MIddletown

Last weekend we had an itty-bitty taste of spring. Temperatures crept into the 60’s and so I decided to hop on the Bonnie and visit a few of the pins on my Google Maps app.

If I don’t look at the Streetview of a pinned item, sometimes I’m not sure what will be waiting for me when I turn up at the coordinates. At some point, I’d saved a cluster of stops in Middletown, New York. Based on my general familiarity with the area and their proximity to each other, I assumed they were ghost signs – and I was right.

This multi-layered ghost was hard to read in person. Sometimes tweaking a photo’s colors can help you read parts of the signs you can’t see with the naked eye. But other times the fade or overlapping is just too vague.

  • Synder Fancher & Company | Wholesale Grocers | Importers & Jobbers
  • Duluth Imperial Flour | Without a Rival
  • Altec | (distributors?)

When I go looking for ghosts, it isn’t uncommon for me to find myself in the parts of town that are economically challenged, their heyday long since passing them by. I’ll wind up in front of silent brick shells where factories once billowed steam, near old railroad stations and tracks, and often in areas that have fallen on hard times.

  • Gold Medal Flour | Eventually | Why Not Now | Bakes Best Bread

Riding towards home after snapping a few photos, it occurred to me that invariably when I am in these areas, I will encounter people walking on the street. And these people are more often than not, curious and friendly. They’ll flash a smile, give a hello and offer some chit-chat about my bike.

  • Snyder & Fancher | Wholesale Grocers
  • Duluth Imperial Flour

As I mulled over my interactions with people on the street I thought about my range of experiences on the different rungs of the economic ladder. Some stranger in an astronaut suit milling around snapping photos of a burned out factory doesn’t seem to raise suspicion in people. Just something to ponder…

 

Someone Around Here Is Losing Their Marbles

Someone Around Here Is Losing Their Marbles

This week, I’ve succumbed to some kind of debilitating caboose infection. Is it a coincidence that I slept in a caboose last weekend and am now sick? Of course not! While laying out the obvious facts of my case to my hubs, Kenny, he has been dismissively skeptical. Blah, blah, you just have a cold, blah-blah. Right. A cold. Clearly, there is something more nefarious at work here that he is being willfully ignorant of.

It all started with soreness in my throat and fits of sneezing but progressed from there. My head has felt like it’s been in a vice all week, I can’t breathe, I’m feverish and so very tired. It feels like I’m awake but not quite – like I’m a zombie. Doesn’t that sound more like I was bitten in the night by some train car ghost hobo than a garden variety cold? I mean, come on!

Last Sunday morning when I awoke from my caboose-induced slumber, my left wrist joint hurt terribly and continued to be problematic all week. There were 364 other mornings in the year to date when I woke up without pain in my wrist. What was different about that morning?! Caboose.

You see what I’m dealing with here?

While at lunch during the week, Mr. Funny, smugly snickered at his own joke when he asked me if I had plans for this weekend, like maybe sleeping in a cement mixer or something. And while I shot him the evil eye on principle, I wondered how the average person would even be able to get inside the barrel to lay down. I think someone is losing their marbles. Am I right?


I get this look a lot.

Photos: 2017 Post Office Pit Stops

Photos: 2017 Post Office Pit Stops

Stopping and snapping photos of post offices while traveling has become something of a habit. A post office seems to give clues about what a place is like. These snaps are some of the post offices I stopped at in 2017.

Rhodell, WV 25915

Helvetia, WV 26224

Vesuvius, VA 24483

North Matewan, WV 25688

Josephine, WV 25857

Onego, WV 26886

Rockfish, VA 22966 (former)

Fanrock, WV 24834

Cucumber, WV 24826

Odd, WV 25902

Rebersberg, PA 16872

Burke’s Garden, VA (former)

Panther, WV 24872

East Smethport, PA 16730

War, WV 24892

 

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