Full tank. Wandering heart.
In December of 2016, I was in California taking a week-long riding trip. I flew to LA, rented a bike and wandered about. While heading towards Borrego Spring on Montezuma-Borrego Highway, I passed a Yeti in...
“It’s a paradox. You don’t want people to look at you or approach you, and yet, you present yourself in a way that calls attention. I’ve never mentioned it before, but I’ve been seeing...
When riding along Route 30 in Pennsylvania, there is an easily missed road called Bark Rd. at the Sideling Hill Summit. The reason I know it’s easily missed is because I’ve passed it a...
While my love for Mail Pouch Tobacco barns and murals is well documented, I do find other olde tyme advertising campaigns appealing, too. Even though I find smoking and tobacco use totally gross, the...
Uh… thanks? Sometimes I’ll see a name on a map and just know that one day I’ll have to pass through town to see what’s going on there. Most of the time with these...
It has been difficult to rediscover my writing voice. I don’t know where it went. It must be buried beneath the sticky cobwebs in the far recesses of my brain. Instead what I’m left...
One of the stars on my Google Map that was close to where I stayed one night in Tennessee, was the old Underwood & Petty service station in Strawberry Plains. I’m not sure where...
When I rolled into Culpeper, Virginia I was charmed by the small town America vibe. At the heart of things is a lovely main street lined with well-manicured restaurants and shops. What pulled me...
This image was from my first visit in October of 2014. At that time the ole skate was in need of some repair.
There is often a strange sort of hangover that happens to me when I return from a roadtrip. The adjustment seems to take longer for the return than it does for the leaving. While...
Over the past week and a half, I’ve posted to my blog using my phone exclusively. I wasnt sure how it would turn out because of the weird expectations and rules that I’ve long...
Riding along this morning, I wondered why it is that certain things tug at me to stop and take pictures of them. More accurately, I asked myself why the hell it is that I...
Thursday was the reckoning. I’d enjoyed mostly dry weather the whole week prior so it was time for me to pay the toll. The rain dogged me all day long varying from mist, drizzle,...
While standing in a North Carolina gas station parking lot drinking an apple juice and looking at Google Maps, a group of riders pulled in behind me and went about their business. One of...
This Harley-Davidson mural in York, Pa. has been starred on my Google Map for some time now. It was painted in 1996 by Michael Svob. York has many murals scattered around the city that...
Yesterday when I checked the weather forecast it said 100% chance of rain in the early hours of the morning. Looks like they were right. There is rain and thunderstorms in every direction. I...
Do you think the people who live in this neighborhood are tormented by the irresistable urge to wave back to this muffler man? I mean, look at him. What a friendly guy. “Mornin’, Bob....
Today while I was stopped to see what Terri was up to, someone pulled up behind where I was standing. “I was hoping you’d stop. I followed you all the way from over by...
Some random thoughts that have been lodged in my mind for a few days: I passed several political yard signs that said: Tickle for Judge. As Kenny said, that sounds illegal. But just thinking...
So far I haven’t taken a slew of photos on this trip. The feelings I’ve experienced each day are a little different than those I’ve felt before. Perhaps it is because I left home...
