Located on the northern end of the Blue Ridge Parkway in Virginia are Love Gap and Love Road. I just couldn’t pass by without taking a photo! Is there any better name for a road? I love love

Breathing in deeply, the morning felt cool. As our wheels turned past the silent rolls of hay and red barns of the landscape, I felt like a giant. This was my day and anything I chose to do with it would be spun into gold. With my camera collected from the side of the road, Bill and I hopped on Read the Rest…

When we left Long Island heading south, we were three. It was Graham, Bill and myself. We were set to meet up with the other Bill in Virginia, which we did on Saturday night after our fab ride along the Blue Ridge. And then we were four. As it turns out, along with Graham and Bill, the other Bill rode Read the Rest…

I left home deciding against taking my DSLR because I didn’t want to care about it. Instead, I decided that on this trip I would use my iPhone and my old G9 as backup. Apparently feeling slighted by being third banana, my G9 camera made the decision to commit suicide at 70mph. I had no choice but to stand by Read the Rest…

Sometimes during the course of a ride, you get the distinct feeling that you are bearing witness to a perfect moment in time.

When I got up and looked outside of my hotel window this morning, the sun was rising over the gauzy backdrop of the Blue Ridge mountains. Squeezed beneath the hotel entry way sat bikes from New York, Ontario, Rhode Island and North Carolina. Further proof that if the riding is good, people will come from all over to check it Read the Rest…