Alpine Extravaganza: We’ve Returned From The Passes
And so we’re back from our trip to the Alps. The trip that was once a wish, seemingly a million miles away on the horizon is now a collection of gorgeous memories. Being home...
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Roadtripping to West Virginia – Stay Kool at the Koolwink
On our long weekend to West Virginia, we set up shop in the town of Romney. The local motorcycle dealership, Romney Cycles, was hosting a camp and ride. Though Kenny and I weren’t participating in that...
Tried and True – The Tools of the Trade on the Road
Yes, GPS is indeed wonderful. I use it often but more as a ‘where have a been’ or ‘I need to get someplace very specific.’ When I’m putzing around for pleasure, I don’t often rely on GPS for...
Day 6: The Motorcycle Adventures of the Bearded Lady
While doing our pre-ride once over, we found that my plugged tire had dropped nearly 10 pounds of pressure overnight. We gave the mushroom plug one last tug to try to pull the seal...
Day 2: The Mile High Club at Grandfather Mountain
Some would say that putting the words “grandfather” and “mile high club” in the same sentence is the stuff that nightmares are made of. Normally, I would agree. But, not this time, Johnny! After...
Southern Trip Stats – Y’all Come Back Now, Hear?
Last Saturday, Kenny and I rolled our Tigers out of the driveway and headed below the Mason-Dixon line without much of a plan. We had 2 definite items on the plate: I wanted to...
California Love: Golden Fields on Hot Springs Drive
The weather in California proved to be unpredictable. We went through cycles of sweating bullets to freezing cold over and over again. The hottest weather we experienced was along the aptly named Hot Springs...
Killing Time Around Vicosoprano, Switzerland
A low, silvery fog nestled in to the valley while we slept. It was hard to tell if it was raining or not when I looked out over the balcony of our room. I...
A Day Late and a Dollar Short
I woke up to overcast skies. My motorcycle sat alone in the hotel parking lot near Killington, Vermont. It’s a familiar lot that is so often filled with the smiles, bikes and happy faces...
