Author: Fuzzygalore

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I Love My Motorcycle. And My Spleen.

I love my motorcycle. No, really love it. Motorcycling is much more than just a thing I like doing. That characterization simply doesn’t do my feelings about riding justice. Even saying the motorcycle riding...

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Today is Yesterday’s Tomorrow

Since I have a little downtime away from the bike for a few weeks, I’ve been looking through photos that have accumulated over the years. As I flip through the images, sometimes it surprises...

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That Time I Had My Coconut Removed

There are periods in your life when you think that your self-esteem couldn’t possibly get any lower; that the only way to go is up. Then with a maniacal laugh and a wag of...

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Seeing Something New on a Well-worn Path

Everything blends in with the background when you’re zipping along, head down, focused only on the task at hand – survival. There is no bigger picture, only now. Chaos can swirl around you, burning...

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This is the Worst Tea Party Ever

Anyone in my life is probably aware that I am not a very good friend. That isn’t to say that I don’t love people, or their friendship doesn’t have a deep meaning or lasting...

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Say ‘Hello’ to My Little Fren’

It’s about time that I introduce you to my little friend. I had absolutely zero intention of buying another motorcycle, but kismet happens. Am I right? Anyway, this is my new to me wee...

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Where the Hell’s the Map to Find Yourself?

It’s been a year now that I’ve been a stranger to myself. Through these twelve months, there was progress made, backslides, torment, self-loathing and a complete lack of understanding about the things I thought...

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See Rock City Barns

While riding in North Carolina and Tennessee last fall, I saw three See Rock City barns – one of which was entirely serendipitous. Isn’t it funny how that happens? Something becomes of interest to...

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Not Much Doin’ in Esmont, Virginia

Have you ever heard of Esmont, Virginia? I hadn’t until I found myself passing through on the way towards the tiny Rockfish post office. How had I even heard of that? Really, what’s a...

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Last Night I Dreamt of Ravens

Last night I dreamt of ravens; ravens hiding amongst a murder of crows. Try as they might to unassumingly blend with the other corvids, I saw them as clear as day. True greatness cannot...