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Men are From Mars. That’s It.

Men are From Mars. That’s It.

Last weekend my hubs Kenny was away with the guys doing the PA Grand Canyon 300. It’s a weekend-long adventure ride hosted by the Pine Barrens Adventure Camp. We couldn’t shuffle our schedules around to both be able to go, so I stayed at home holding down the fort.

As with any modern couple, we keep in touch throughout the days we’re apart sending texts and pictures. He sends me stuff like this:

And in return, I send him updates on the stuff that I’m doing. Stuff like this, which I captioned “Surprise!” Because you know, it looks like it’s attending the world’s happiest Jurassic birthday party:

A few hours later, I got a text back from Kenny:

 

Did I buy a raptor? Did I buyyyyyy a raptor?! I swear to God, sometimes it’s like he doesn’t know me at all. I’m totally a Brontosaurus née Apatosaurus née Brontosaurus kinda girl!

I Finally Replaced My Stank-Ass Street Helmet

I Finally Replaced My Stank-Ass Street Helmet

I finally broke down and replaced my manky street helmet. After riding in the outer bands of a hurricane during the Void Rally last October, it never smelled quite right again. As a matter of fact, the clearcoat was destroyed and the graphics peeled away. I’ve never seen that before. The poor thing desperately needed to be retired.

This time around I opted to give a modular helmet a try.

Being able to flip up the chin bar to have a drink, get a little air or communicate effectively without having to subject the public at large to my hellacious helmet head seemed like a novel idea. So, I went for it.

My first new-lid test ride took me past the Riverhead Raceway muffler man Chief Running Fair. He’s still looking good after falling victim to Hurricane Sandy and having to be reassembled.

Have you tried a modular helmet?

Scenes from a Pennsylvania Rideabout

Scenes from a Pennsylvania Rideabout

In the beginning of June, we spent a long weekend based out of Lock Haven, Pennsylvania. My hubs Kenny was doing the Durty Dabbers Dual Sport. I wasn’t into it so I opted out this year. Instead, I spent my time bumming around and taking in scenes of America. These were some of the things that I saw:

Taking in a view of the bridge from Lock Haven on 664.

Spotted this delightful little place in Jersey Shore, Pa. Phil-It Up Drive In. Sadly for me, there’s not too much ice cream being sold at 8 am.

The town of Jersey Shore’s Veterans Park.

The bridge along 44 in Jersey Shore that crosses the West Branch of the Susquehanna.

Just ’round the corner from the Phil-It Up Drive In is a lovely war memorial. It stands across from the VFW hall. It’s sad that they are needed but memorials such as these feel like an important anchor in a community.

The well-worn patina of this old flour mill was outstanding – Milton, Pa.

Sunday morning and nothin’ doin’ in Mill Hall, Pa. I’d stopped here to snap a picture of a Mail Pouch ad.

This is said Mail Pouch ad – Mill Hall, Pa.

One for the tiny post office files – East Smethport, Pa. along Route 6.

Seeing this nice caboose (not a euphemism), I decided to pull over and have a drink. As I stood around munching on my Barnana snacks, a car with two young girls pulled up across the way. I watched as the two of them went through curious contortions in the front seat. They adjusted out of place hairs and tilted their heads just so, to snap the perfect selfies. They clearly knew their best angles. It is an art form that I still cannot buy into with any gusto. It is an interesting phenomenon to see unfold.

I bet the “Welcome to Weedville” sign gets stolen a lot.

You know there were actual events that prompted the shirt AND pants sign to be put up on the post office. Sounds like a fun town 🙂

Nirvana.

You can bet this sign has seen some things. Including better days.

 

Ride Photos: Recently Spotted Nifty Cars and Trucks

Ride Photos: Recently Spotted Nifty Cars and Trucks

There are some themes or subject matter that will make me pull over to snap a photo as if I’m caught in a tractor beam. Interesting cars happen to be one of those them. Art cars, rat rods, and old pickups especially. These are some of the notable odds and ends I’ve seen in my travels over the last few weeks.

This old tow truck from Watsontown, Pennsylvania was like a magnet. I could not resist stopping for a look-see. My everyday driver is a sensible 4-door sedan but my daydreams are peppered with romantic notions of driving such a thing.

The other night while I was out looking at a 30-foot duck, I just happened to pass this ole Chevy Suburban in Flanders, NY.

I posted about this Willys Wagon before but it was too good not to include it in such good company.

This blue babe was parked outside a local tattoo shop:

While my friend Joe and I were bumming around in West Virginia, I made him pull over in the pouring rain so that I could snap a pic of this cool Rat Bug. Doesn’t that look fun?

This truck has a For Sale sign on. Luckily for Kenny, I’m not that impulsive. Handsome, isn’t it?

Mail Pouch Tobacco: Looking For Ghosts

Mail Pouch Tobacco: Looking For Ghosts

This morning I was trying to recall when and where I was first exposed to a Mail Pouch Tobacco barn or ad. I’ve come up with nothing concrete. My first blog post related to Mail Pouch was from 2009. I’d stopped to take a picture of a barn while we were riding in Kentucky. Could that have really been the spark that lit the fire?

A Mail Pouch Tabacco ghost in Mill Hall, Pa.

Prior to 2009, I’d done some riding in West Virginia, the home of Bloch Brothers and Mail Pouch Tobacco. I’d traveled up and down roads that I’ve subsequently come to know have Mail Pouch barns on them. Maybe it is all just one big recognition puzzle. You start gathering pieces and shapes and then one day everything begins to interlock and you start to see an image.

Many layers to the Mail Pouch onion in Mill Hall, Pa.

Honestly, I’m not even sure what it is about the signs that interest me so. I find smoking and chew/pinch tobacco disgusting. So you can rule out nostalgia for the product itself. Maybe I connect the locations where you’d see barns and ads – places like lonely backroads and old rail towns – with good times? And the aesthetic can’t be discounted either, I suppose. Maybe I see them as art. Or time capsules to a less modernized life which I tend to romanticize.

Re-painted Mail Pouch barn on the Corner of 6 & 146 in Mt. Jewett, Pa.

For me, ghost ads or barn ads have no slickness. And I say that as a compliment. Instead, they carry a humanity to them. They weren’t made with mechanized sprayers or stretched vinyl. They were made by the hands of a person. A person standing, sweating, wiping their brow, stretching, correcting, pulling paint along a surface. I appreciate the humanity of the process.

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