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Every year I see a message go out to one of the local motorcycle group mail lists that I’m on from Catfish – trying to get people to bite and join him at The...
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Full tank. Wandering heart.
Every year I see a message go out to one of the local motorcycle group mail lists that I’m on from Catfish – trying to get people to bite and join him at The...
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...
Don’t you just hate it when you lose a front brake caliper bolt when you’re riding your motorcycle? Yea. Me too. When I pulled into the parking lot in town on Sunday night, I...
Sometimes I’m not sure if I get on some sort of unconscious jag that makes me seek out groupings of things or if I just happen to be moving across a sticky thread of...
There are quite a few helmets out now that have built in flip-down sunshades in them. My Shark Race-R helmet isn’t one of them. Since I prefer not to use a tinted visor, that...
Yesterday I took the Husky out for a cruise to help clear the cobwebs away from my mind. With each thump of her little heart my mood brightened. Sure, I know it doesn’t exactly...
On Friday night how could I have possibly known that when I spotted the Cupcakemobile in Westhampton that it would be the …wait for it… waaaait for iiiit… icing on the cake? Oh, yes....
After lusting after them for about 6 months, I finally broke down and bought myself a new pair of motorcycle boots. They are those Sidi Adventure GORE-TEX numbers I was yammering on about the...
Choppers, in fact: Scratched into the concrete of a Fort Hancock bunker, this is the work of primitive men. Cavemen, perhaps. Someone clearly took great care to share their art with the world. And...
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...
I finally spotted one of the 666 routes. This one was in Virginia: I have this other photo of the route sign that I wasn’t originally going to post. I kinda sorta realized that...
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...
Aside from the memories and photos that I take home from any trip, along the way I pick up postcards, brochures, stickers and name-specific “junk” and shove it in my bag as I go....
My girl Dar over at Princess Scooterpie threw down the blog challenge gauntlet yesterday. The request: Post a picture of your favorite non-motorcycle/scooter shoes & one of your motorcycle/scooter boots/shoes. For many women this...
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...
With only a single bar left on the gas gauges, Kenny and I hopped off of the Blue Ridge Parkway in search of gas. After a few stabs at the screen, we followed the...
When Kenny and I rolled away from Backbone Rock, we hooked a right in the town of Damascus, Virginia and followed route 58 into the mountains. There were several times throughout the 9 days...
Though I had jotted Backbone Rock down on my list of things to see when we left home, sometimes the wind takes you elsewhere. In the days and miles that had already passed it...
Could there possibly be a better fast food chain facade than the one used by Pal’s? Nahhh, I don’t think so. Can you even handle the greatness of the big hot dog… the soda…?...