Category: Motorcycle

Blog posts about motorcycles.

Ride Snapshots: New Jersey in the Corner Pocket

Ride Snapshots: New Jersey in the Corner Pocket

With Kenny on his big, lovely lady and me on my wee lass, we made a pretty odd-looking couple cruising around together in the Delaware Water Gap area.

The more I get to know the Bonnie, the more it seems like home. Because it is so comparatively tiny in stature to what I’ve ridden for the last few years, it feels so easy. Being able to put both feet flat on the ground at any time is a simple pleasure. Who knew?

Along Old Mine Road:

“I’d like to talk to you about our lord and savior Cthulhu.”

When I saw this, I was immediately struck with a raging case of mailbox envy! Sadly my faith in the teenage humanity around my neighborhood is limited. We’re on our third mailbox.

My handsome fella on his 990 Adventure with her street shoes on. You can find him on Instagram posting his own pics and whatnot: braapshit_crazy

The Layton Country Store’s Mail Pouch mural is slowly succumbing to the elements.

Trade Show Swag: Something Actually Motorcycle-Useful

Trade Show Swag: Something Actually Motorcycle-Useful

If you work in corporate America and have been to a trade show – you’ve probably come home with more stress balls and pens than you know what to do with. Well, looky-looky… finally some take home junk that’s useful: a small solar, USB battery.

Since I don’t have an auxiliary juice plug on the Bonnie, I’m hoping that if I need it, this little battery will do the trick. Realistically speaking, the most top-off charging I ever do is for my phone or maybe my Sena headset. I don’t need much.

I have yet to deplete my phone battery down to zero and charge it to 100%, so I’m not definitively sure how long that would take or how many full charges this battery would give my phone. I’m guessing one full charge. Looking around the web at similarly-sized batteries, they say about 2 hours from flat to full for an iPhone. All in all, this just seems like a nice little just in case that doesn’t take up any extra room.

I’ve been leaving the battery in my tankbag window. I’ve also secured a ring on the back of it and clipped it to my tailbag. That wouldn’t work out so well if it were raining but in the dry? Seems okay. Even partially blocked, it’s still picking up rays. The battery’s indicator lights say it is staying fully powered.

Best of all? It was free. If it doesn’t work out, I won’t feel bad about tossing it.

Between this and the super little LED flashlight, I’d say the trade show swags buyers are stepping up their game.

PSA: Void Rally 12 Registration Closes August 18th!

PSA: Void Rally 12 Registration Closes August 18th!

The Void is my favorite 24-hour endurance rally. For those not familiar with the concept, it’s like a big motorcycle scavenger hunt. You ride around and look at cool stuff, collecting points along the way. What’s not to like?

Registration for this year’s American Roadside-themed Void is only open until Friday, August 18th. If you miss out on registration you’ll be sad. The last time someone wanted to register and dillydallied and missed the deadline – a great flood came and wiped out all of the unicorns. You don’t want that kind of pressure hanging over you, do you? Just sayin’.

This year I’ll be doing the Void a little differently and am looking forward to getting underway.

Hope to see you in Fredericksburg if not before!

rallythevoid.org

Unexpected Ghosts on a Ride for Pie

Unexpected Ghosts on a Ride for Pie

Going for a summer pie ride with friends is a great way to pass the time. One of our favorite spots is the Modern Snack Bar in Aquebogue. The Snackbar has been a Long Island staple since the 50’s. Go for the pie, stay for the neon.

We stopped in last night for a slice of apple crumb.

Bellies filled with pie, we stood outside in the parking lot chit-chatting. An older gentleman, probably in his 70s, ambled over toward his van which was parked next to us. He stepped gingerly and leaned on a cane.

We exchanged pleasantries and he just stood there watching. He said to me that he was waiting to hear my bike start up, motioning to the Triumph. I hesitated and changed the subject knowing that whatever he was hoping to hear would be nothing like the purring sound of a sewing machine with a silencer on it that comes from my wee Bonnie.

With that train derailed, we had a short but interesting conversation about his life growing up and riding dirt and then street bikes here on Long Island. He seemed only too happy to talk about his former two-wheeled life. Often when older folks who can no longer ride for whatever reason talk to me about motorcycles, I sense a pang of longing. He had it, too.

When I finally relented and started my bike for him, he paused and said, “you could probably get some pipes for that thing.” A gentlemanly burn.  My explanation of liking a quiet bike seemed lost on him.

As the conversation began to wind down, he opened his van door and stood in the space between it and the cab. As I stepped closer to him so that I could hear what he was saying, I caught the scent of something… familiar. Dad?

My dad left this Earth in July of 2013. I haven’t heard from him since. But every once in a while, something floats in on the breeze and catches on my consciousness like the barb of a dandelion seed and it feels like him.

 

The Old Former Denver-style Texaco of Unionville, NY

The Old Former Denver-style Texaco of Unionville, NY

This little empty station sits in a spot in Unionville, NY that I’ve probably ridden by a hundred times. Up until this past Sunday, I never zeroed in on it or paid it any attention. Well, I finally woke up. Kenny and I stopped so I could peer in the windows.

Aside from the interesting reading material, that “Reducing Plan Candy” was apparently made by the tragically named Ayds appetite suppressant.

According to the roadside architecture oracle, Debra Jane Seltzer, this was once a Texaco. If petroliana is your passion, you’re probably sniffing and thinking “everybody knows that!” Well, I didn’t. But, now I do and I can’t un-know it.

When I try to find information about something I’ve seen on the road I often fall down a rabbit hole of information. Innocently, I think to myself, “let me see if I can find a historical photo of…” and the next thing I know an hour went by and I’m reading about useless things that no one else will care about.

Before searching for this station, I didn’t consciously know that service stations had distinctive style names attached to them. This building is apparently of the “Denver style.” I suppose that makes sense in that there are sub-genres and colloquial names of all sorts of things. And really, I should’ve recalled having to look up what I now know to be a Phillips 66 “batwing” station.

There’s always something new to learn.

Speaking of rabbit holes, while I was looking for station info, I also stumbled across the Texaco Diamond T Doodlebug Tank truck. Sweet mercy, is it glorious, or what?

When I see buildings and vehicles like these it makes me feel a little sad that subsequent generations seem less invested in the artful design of every day or utilitarian buildings and such. There were so many charming stylistic elements at work. We’ve got a whole lot of bland going on these days. ::sigh::

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