Napoleon Fruit Soup, A Ghost Ad and Morning on a Motorcycle
When I left my hotel in Napoleon, Ohio headed east towards home I didn’t really have much of a plan other than go towards where the sun was coming up. I picked up US 6 because...
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On the Front Lines with the Giant Chicken Army
For someone who never goes anywhere and never does anything, I managed to go a few places and do a few things on my motorcycle in 2015. In those travels, I saw firsthand some of...
And THAT is Why They’re Called Sub Sandwiches!
The crazy temperature and weather-swings we’ve been having here on Long Island can make you stop and wonder how the Earth doesn’t just split in half or something. When I woke up on Sunday...
Show Me the Donuts!
Nine times out of 10, when I see pictures of food in ride reports it looks terribly unappealing. Unless there is a fingernail in it, you won’t usually catch me taking photos of my...
