The Merci Boxcar of Welch, West Virginia
While my good riding buddy Joe and I were cruising around the greater Welch, WV area – as we pulled in to town I spotted the unmistakable sight of a Merci boxcar and quickly...
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Big, Pink Roadside Odds and Ends in West Virginia
As I wound my way across West Virginia towards Kentucky, I spotted a few great pink roadside attractions. A super-duper pink elephant in Barboursville on Route 60. Just down the road from the pink elephant in...
Road Tripping: World’s Largest Teapot – Chester, WV
Tucked within the “stick” of West Virginia, that wee sliver of land between Pennsylvania and Ohio is the town of Chester. Why is this important? Well, pally – Chester is the home of the World’s...
A Roadside Humdinger: Mobile Bacon and the Grassy Lick License Plate Barn
At the tail end of our Saturday ride with Kathy in West Virginia, she took us along one of her local favorites – Grassy Lick Rd. I was excited about that because it was...
Road Tripping: The Dreaded Sting of Flatness
It was just about dinner time and we’d been out riding all day. Kenny and I were just finishing up our last pitstop, taking a picture of a Mail Pouch barn at the edge...
Road Tripping: West Virginia Mail Pouch Barns
While we were in West Virginia, you can bet your boots that I had jotted down a few Mail Pouch barns that were in the general vicinity. West Virginia is the home of Mail Pouch...
Moto-Fuzz-Mama Blogger Meetup in West Virginia
Isn’t it kind of amazing that you can get to know someone through their blog? Whatever the writer chooses to put in their posts is merely a sliver of their life. Even when they...
The Teeny Post Office Files – Lost City, West Virginia
Before we left for West Virginia, I took a quick peek around Google Maps to see what was around the Romney area. While I don’t usually leave with a set plan of things that...
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...
Roadtripping to West Virginia – Thoughts on the Slab
When you stop and think about all of the ways that you have changed as a person over your riding lifetime, it’s surprising. For me, wherever I’m at seems like where I’ll always be....
Cue the Monsoon – We’re Going on Weekend Road Trip
It really has become a point of comedy around here. Our area could be withering in the grips of a month long drought… until we decide to leave for something more than a day ride....
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...
Roof Cows, Rust and Donkeys at Cool Springs Park
The very first time that I ever saw any reference to the Cool Springs Park store on Rt 50 in West Virginia was on Kathy’s blog – Appalachian Tours. I had no conscious intention...
Space, The Final Frontier – These are the Voyages of the Fuzzship Tigerprise
At first glance – you see this picture of my (lovely if I do say so myself) Tiger and think Okay, it another picture of her (lovely if you do say so yourself) Tiger. But...
Day 7: Mixed Nuts and a Reformed Jackass on the Loose in West Virginia
If you’ve been playing along at home then you may recall that I’ve noted that Kenny isn’t the most observant guy in the world, what with that whole failure to notice goats on the...
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...
I Found More Love in West Virginia
It’s so perfect that I stumbled across this heart in a gas station in West Virginia. I found my first “heart and sole” picture in the same state in 2008. View some of the...
Laddering Across West Virginia
Rolling in through the town of Marlinton on route 39, I was disheartened to see that the lovely little train depot that had burned in 2008, was in the same state. I was hoping...
A Great Way To Start The Day – Heading West on Route 39
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...
