Photo: Braaappy Holidays – My Knobby Tire Wreath
Though I wasn’t particularly Christmas-y this year, my tire wreath did come down from the attic!
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Full tank. Wandering heart.
Though I wasn’t particularly Christmas-y this year, my tire wreath did come down from the attic!
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,...
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...
Photos of murals and art walls seen in my travels throughout 2017.
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...
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...
With the way that weeks seem to zip by in a blink, it’ll be 2018 before you know it. I’ve been trying to mentally walk back through all the places I’ve been and things...
I don’t have a unique method for finding oddball stuff. There is no special radar or a giant U-shaped magnet that draws me to it. But I do sit in front of a computer...
Apparently, these were my “best nine” photos on Instagram in 2017. And by best, the gang at 2017bestnine.com simply mean the ones with the most likes. I don’t think these are the best photos...
My very first Santa-ride was a solo affair in 2010 – just me dressed like the big man cruising around on my DRZ. I don’t really remember what made me decide to buy the...
It’s been a few months now since I set off on a road trip through the Virginias. In the time that has passed, I’ve struggled to put together posts to talk about what I...
Following the very wiggly VA 623, will drop you into the upland valley of Burke’s Garden, Virginia. When there, something about it feels like you’re in a place cut off from the rest of the...
After passing through Rhodell, I spent the night in Beckley, West Virginia. That evening I sat drinking a beer alone in a restaurant, thinking about everything I’d seen along the way. Spilling my observations...
This ain’t your mama’s muffler man. No, this? This is somethin’ else! You’ve got that familiar sturdy jaw and that manly mug but that’s about it. And a nice little hat tip to the motorcycle....
Rhodell, West Virginia – a place I’d never heard of prior to standing in front of the alternating colors of the post office’s awning. Why would I have? It isn’t a pass-through on a...
While I was standing around gawking at lovely Cubanola Cigar ghost ads in Radford, Virginia, I felt someone looking over my shoulder… At this point, I think that Bigfoot might be looking for me....
In the town of Radford, Virginia there are two excellent walls with ghost ads on them. While appreciating the aesthetics of the ads themselves is one thing, falling down the rabbit hole of finding out...
For my road trip in September, I did things a little differently. The biggest change was that I decided to forego my zippy, mile-eating Tiger for the stripped-down simplicity of the Bonneville. The choice...
The Onego, West Virginia post office on a Wednesday afternoon.
It’s like déjà vu all over again Sometimes I’ll be riding along in what I believe to be an unfamiliar area only to have my internal voice say, “I feel like I’ve been here before.”...