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Life in the Slow Lane: Uraling Through Long Island’s Farms

If you aren’t familiar with Long Island you might be surprised to find that the eastern end has lots of farms and wineries dotting the landscape. Often during our rides we find ourselves pulled off on the side of the road, peering over a split rail fence at horses or stopping at a farm that has animals in pens or corrals.

One of my favorite stops is Briermier Farms to get a homemade pie to bring home.  Mmm… strawberry rhubaaaaarb. Pies fit perfectly in the trunk of the Ural and actually make it home in one piece. Tres handy! 

The Ural makes pulling on to any manner of shoulder – grassy, bumpy, muddy so easy I feel spoiled by it. It makes u-turning a speedy breeze, too. You know – for emergency situations like spotting a pen full of teeny goats just dying to be scratched. Or fed phone books and tin cans. I’m pretty sure they’ll take either.

Though Chloe was completely in love with the little goats and a lamb, the itty-bitty calfs stole my heart.

They stole my heart …and tried to steal the snaps off of Chloe’s jacket.

I kid you not – some lady walking behind us said to her kid, “Oh, look at the cute little deers!” Poor kid.

In keeping with the horse’s ass theme – I leave you with this little guy’s sweet patoot. His name is Timmy. I kept trying to talk to him and get him to raise his face to the camera but he wouldn’t look up and didn’t say much, he was… a little… horse.

Thank you, thank you! I’ll be here all week.

The Motorcycle Key to My Success

Why is it that when I am riding my motorcycle – everything, all of my hopes and dreams, the direction I want to go in my life – those things are all crystal clear? When I’m riding my bike I’m a genius. No, make that a SUPER genius. A super genius with finely polished nails and skin that glimmers with pixie dust.  And when I smile? You actually hear the sound of a bell go *ting*.

Then I turn the key off and poof I’m a listless idiot sans sparkle again. Zero. Point. Zero.

I think I just need to keep on riding. And riding. And riding…

Long Island Santa Ride 2012

Is this thing on? How’s my beard?

Have I told you lately that I have the most awesome friends in the world?

On Sunday said awesome friends and I donned our big red and elfin suits and hit the road on our motorcycles to spread a little Christmas cheer.

I was tickled pink to have our group grow a little from last year.

Though one of my favorite-est Santas wasn’t able to make the ride this year ~ our dear friend Bill rode along with us in spirit.

It is really pretty amazing just how happy people are to see a group of moto Santas. Everywhere you turn people are honking, waving, taking pictures with their cellphones… it’s so fun :)

We even made the local Patch.com site after we cruised into the town of Port Jefferson, where the annual Charles Dickens Festival was happening.

image from portjefferson.patch.com
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Monetizing Christmas? Who needs it? I’m happy to report that we received many, many gifts in the form of smiles, honks and waves from the people around town. That, my friends – is worth its weight in gold.

I love Christmas time :)

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My Dream Came True

I don’t know that I believe in fate or destiny but sometimes it seems like you were just meant to stumble upon something, doesn’t it?

On Saturday when I was out doing battle with a constantly blowing wind, I made a right turn and headed down a small road that I never had before. While riding down the lane I saw something printed above a barn door out of the corner of my eye. I pulled a quick u-turn to get a better look.

“My Dream Came True.”

In that moment it was like a message that was just for me.

Earlier in the week while I sat talking with my dad, he looked and me with his infinitely deep brown eyes and asked,“Did you ever imagine that your life would turn out like this?”

His question centered around his memories of taking me for rides perched on the gas tank of a trail bike before I was even able to talk. Slowly and steadily we’d go around in the field behind our house. When I wanted him to take me out, I would reach up to him with both hands upward and make “brrmm brrmm” noises.

My dad is not well. But… he has the heart of a lion – fierce, proud and strong. Every time I see him or talk to him on the phone, every. single. time – he tells me a story about us going for a ride in the field on that old motorcycle. And each and every time he tells me that same story, he does it with a smile. I just want to weep when I think of how he carries that memory of us in his lion-heart each day.

Though I am adult with a child of my own, I’ll always be daddy’s girl. That swell of pride that comes when your dad looks at you and says he’s proud of you is a timelessly wonderful feeling. Maybe it is even more important now than it ever was.

A huge part of my life was set on a path by him. He put a dream in motion in those toddler days. It was a gift I didn’t even know I wanted but I cherish it like no other. I think I carry my dad’s dream forward in my heart.