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Santaride 2014: Santa and the Return of Her Sidecar Elf

Santaride 2014: Santa and the Return of Her Sidecar Elf

fuzzygalore and elf - santa ride

On Sunday we set off on our annual Santa Ride and it was glorious.

Once again my daughter Chloe reprised her role as my sidecar elf. It always amazes me when she chooses to hang out (dressed as an elf) with her goofy mother (who dresses like Santa) when she could be doing teenager stuff like navel gazing and texting friends who are in the same room.

Chloe gave her waving arm a real work out. She seemed far more into it and excited about taking the ride than in years past. I don’t know the reason but I’m glad about it.

I hope that one day these memories are happy ones for her and that they aren’t the stuff that trips to the psychiatrists couch are made of. “Do you KNOW what my mother used to do each year around Christmas?”

Time will tell.

Finding Gold on the Waters Edge

Finding Gold on the Waters Edge

The dark months. They rabbit punch me right in the feels. Do you ever get bummed because there is so little daylight?

fuzzygalore royal enfield golden hour

On the upside of these dark times, this is when the sunsets here on the north shore seem extra vibrant. The sky will be lit up with the most amazing pinks and oranges. And the gold… the gold on the water takes on a magical quality. A worthy consolation for darkness coming before most people make it home from the office each day.

Find the beauty in each day. In 40 sleeps, we’ll get over the hump and the days will start becoming longer again. Just gotta hang on…

Breakfast Ride to the Orient Country Store

Breakfast Ride to the Orient Country Store

Finding places to ride your motorcycle to where there are few people can prove to be challenging on Long Island. But the further east you go, the more elbow room you have. One of my favorite places to head to for both a clear mind and to grab a bite to eat is the Orient Country Store on the north fork.

the orient country store

When my wheels dip right onto Village Lane, it is almost as if I am someplace else. The ever-present hustle and bustle, the traffic, the McMansions of western Long Island are nothing but a memory. Thing on the east end feel… normal.

the orient country store

This morning, I hopped on the Enfield and headed out to this familiar spot to grab a coffee and some breakfast. It is such a treat to be able to sit on their front porch and watch people trickle in and out of the quaint store.

While sitting inside waiting for my breakfast sandwich, I eavesdropped on the other patrons in the store. Solely based on what I overheard from some other ladies who were in the store, I immediately felt like I am a weirdo who doesn’t “fit” with her peers. Granted, I am basing this impression on a mere snippet of conversation. That is no more fair for me to judge them based on that than it would be for them to do the reverse based on some arbitrary thing they saw me do or say.

One thing I DO know though, is that there are far too many young women who speak like monotone robots these days. What the hell is that all about?

“oh my god, karen, I am like, totally obsessed with your shoes.” vs. “Oh, My GOD, KAREN! I am like, TOTALLY OBSESSED with your SHOES!” See the difference? No? I’m probably just getting old.

friendly pup at the orient country store

I have decided that some of my favorite people that I meet while out riding around are dogs. They’re just the coolest 🙂

Finding Art on the Royal Enfield

Finding Art on the Royal Enfield

While on a jaunt aboard the Royal Enfield, I stopped off to get a better look at some graffiti that I’ve been ‘meaning to stop at’ for at least a year.

Just think about all of the things that the person who painted that on the wall could have come up with – and this… this was it. Isn’t it ridiculously wonderful? 😀

The chief enemy of creativity is ‘good’ sense.
-Pablo Picasso

royal enfield with graffiti

Fatbike on the Beach at Fire Island

Fatbike on the Beach at Fire Island

As imperfect as Long Island is for riding a motorcycle, it as equally as perfect for beach riding a fatbike. Go figure.

fatbike on the beach fire island

The first “long” ride I took with Lord Chubbleton was on Fire Island. What started with a casual ride along the shoreline, turned into a 20 mile roll.

Now, I know in the grand scheme of bicycle rides 20 isn’t very long. But for my inexperienced legs in the sand? It was.

fatbikes at the fire island lighthouse

George and I rode east from Robert Moses along the beach, chit-chatting away. Before we knew it 10 miles had passed.

fire island red phone booth atm

In the interest of different scenery, we left the beach and headed into the towns.

There are no paved roads on Fire Island. There is nothing but sand.

fatbikes near sunken forest sign

And deer.

deer on fire island

This sweet little baby was unfazed by me as I rode closer and closer. I stopped and took out my phone and it didn’t even flinch. How wonderful and terrible.

They’re just so cute. I want to hug one.

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