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Why, Yes. It IS a Giant Cauliflower

In the realm of giant roadside farm fruits and vegetables there are some oft-seen staples like a giant ear of corn or a strawberry. As my friend Wendy, proprietress of the fabulous Roadside Wonders, said ~ “Yep, you can barely swing a dead cat without hitting a giant apple … but this! This was a wonder to behold!”

Indeed it is, my dear. Indeed it is.

Giant cauliflower?… magnificent. Dare I say? Scrumtrulescent!

If said magnificent cauliflower were to go missing, it did not in any way get strapped down to the rear rack of the Ural and make it’s final resting spot a nest of iridescent unicorn mane hair in my living room. Absolutely not.

The Wayback Machine: 10 New York Blog Posts from the Archive

As a blogger one of the things that I often struggle with is how to call back older content. There comes a time when posts reach the point of no return. They get their sleeping mask out, curl up with a blanket in a dusty corner of the blog and prepare for a loooong nap.

So – this week while some new posts are cooking, I’m going to be calling back some oldies from Memory Lane and the Wayback Machine.

Here are a few “New York” tagged posts that you might have missed the first time around.

Thanks for reading!

  1. Bridging The Gap – July 2007
  2. Welcome Back to the Empire State – July, 2011
  3. A Ride to Kings Park Psychiatric Hospital – November 2010
  4. Long Island: Roadside Giant – Mr. Millennium Snowman – July 2010
  5. Unexplained Sighting on the Road: Your Theories Needed – April 2010
  6. Fruit and Vegetable Art Car: The Best Car in the Whole Universe – April 2009
  7. Back in the Game – March 2009
  8. Sights from the Road: New F’n Yawk Staw – September 2007
  9. To Tell The Truth: Will The Road You Are On Get You To My Place? – July 2008
  10. Ringing in the New Year – Island of Man(hattan) Ride 2011 – January 2011

These Aren’t The Droids You’re Looking For

There are several many people in my life that might argue that I am a weirdness magnet. But, what would that say about them?

Am I really a magnet -or- do you think that just maybe when I am riding my motorcycle I try to be hyper-aware of my surroundings? Strangely enough, I prefer to think that weirdness looks for me. My Gramma used to say that ‘water rises to its own level.’

A few weeks ago, while riding around in Westchester County we passed this charming red building. I think it was once an antique or consignment shop.

Cute, but easily passed by. That is unless something glistens in the sun and catches your eye.

Random. Just the way I like it :)

Don’t You Love Riding in the Autumn Weather?

Riding in the fall weather here in the northeast is so nice. The changing leaves make for a beautiful backdrop as you twist and turn through the countryside.

I managed to squeak out a few hundred miles over the weekend under a canopy of green, yellow and red leaves. While out, I stumbled across this sign with a heart spray painted on it. Seeing as how I am always on the look-out for love, it was like someone put it there just for me!

How About You?

How was your ride this weekend? Did you go anywhere interesting?

The Long Shadows Were Calling Me Home

When the shadows start getting long, that’s when I start missing home. I continuously walk the line of having the curiosity of a person who likes to wander and one whose heartstrings reel them back home. Those two facets of a life can be hard to manage.

I’d wound my way around to the edge of Catskill park. This was where things started to get “familiar”. These were the roads where I cut my teeth riding.

I have to believe that everyone who leaves home finds themselves gripped by moments of loneliness. When you’re standing on the side of the road drinking things in with your eyes and there is no one to turn to and say, Did you see that? or to share an unspoken, knowing glance with – that divide can feel immeasurable. Those moments can feel like an eternity. Being “close” to home made it all that much harder.

Gripped by my own sentimental weakness, I began my decent from the atmosphere and started working towards home.

In many ways it felt like a failure that I wasn’t able to work past my suddenly overwhelming homesickness. But, the idea of sleeping in my own bed started to push those clouds away. There was just the pesky matter of already having 450 miles on the seat for the day and a solid 200 more if I wanted to head home the “un-fun” way.

Decisions, decisions…