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 |  | The Shoe Fits M o n d a y , J u l y 3 0 , 2 0 0 7 My mom, being the gem that she is, hooked me up this past week. She bought me a cute pair of ballet flats that could be packed in my tankbag compactly. When you've got limited bag real estate on the bike, every inch counts. You guys know what I'm talking about, right? *wink*wink* When I'm travelling on the bike and its time to stop for the night, I generally pick a place that either has a restaurant within the m/hotel or has food available within a short walking distance. After spending the day covered in bugs and road goo, sometimes you just want to feel like a girl. With that, I find that packing a small folding dress of some sort usually works out well for me. If you choose a material that isn't generally wrinkley or is intentionally crinkled/wrinkley and is fast drying, you can actually look like you haven't been in the saddle all day and handwash & hang it overnight if you need to. Because the moto boots just don't alawys cut it, I usually carry a pair of some sort of flip-flops in my tankbag. They also eliminate the need for "extra" socks and for the most part, pack smaller than most pairs of shoes. These new ballet flats courtesy of my super-cool Ma, actually pack down smaller than one of the pairs of flip flops I have and are cute to boot! 
Moms.
They always know how to make you feel better, don't they? Leopard Ballet Flats at Target |  |  | |  |  |  |
| | IN THE NEWS: Marcus Dairy - the Way of the Dodo S u n d a y , J u l y 2 9 , 2 0 0 7 Saw this a few days ago.
So sad to see one of my haunts go the way of the Dodo in favor of more shopping. Another One Bites The Dust
motorbike hang-out turns into a mall
by evan williams
Friday, July 27, 2007 Link to Full Article on Superbike Planet
Additional Information: NewsTimeLive ...we'll always have Danbury...
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| | Get to the point T u e s d a y , J u l y 2 4 , 2 0 0 7 Sunday morning gave me a few free hours. We decided to take a quick spin out to Orient Point so that I could snap a photo of the lighthouse near the ferry terminal, known as the Coffee Pot.
One of the farm stands had this cute little Fiat ::cough:: wagon for sale. I could've probably put it in my tankbag and brought it home.
We stopped and had a soda on the porch of the Orient Country Store. Time stood still here.
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| | Greetings From... S a t u r d a y , J u l y 2 1 , 2 0 0 7
I popped out of bed on Saturday to a sunny, 60 degree morning. Well, I shouldn't say popped. It was something more akin to a zombie-like drag over the edge of the bed. For some reason I was feeling exceptionally sleepy. But... Time waits for no man and all that. Free, usable (read: rideable) hours are hard to come by and I can either sit around moaning about being tired or I can muscle my way off this sandbar and bask in the natural beauty of things like the Gunks. Shawangunk Mountains
On my way back home, I stopped at one of the overlooks on 44/55 near Minnewaska State Park to grab a quick pic of the valley. A lovely, older gentleman stopped to tell me about his 919. I find it sad when strangers tell me that they feel too old to ride anymore or travel far or whatever. Being or I should say, feeling old sucks!
I stitched some pics together to create a panorama. Click to englarge
Being grown up, isn't half as fun as growing up,
These are the best days of our lives...
-The Ataris
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