Category: Long Island

Clearing the Tracks with Jaws

Clearing the Tracks with Jaws

There’s no good reason at all that I’m posting this photo of the Bonnie next to the track-clearing plow train. I just like it.

JAWS III sits beside the Long Island Railroad Museum in Greenport, NY. Whenever I stick close to home I seem to find myself out there on Long Island’s north fork.

Lately Ive been trying to find ways to kickstart my creativity. Or more accurately, hang on to it. I have no trouble getting inspired or excited about ideas. The follow-through is where I go to pieces. That seems to be the result of expecting too much or being too restrictive with my peculiar rules about what things I should be posting and when. I mean… I’m not writing medical research here. I’m not a business. I’m not a professional writer. I’m not building a “brand.” I’m just a dope with a computer who is recording their thoughts.

Somehow I get derailed by the idea that a blog is supposed to be more highbrow than what I might post to Instagram. That’s my favorite social distraction. But because of it’s ease and my low expectations of it, Insta has become a surrogate blog. There – people (I?) seem to be fine with long posts, short posts, no words, 20 posts in a day, or whatever. Anything goes. I need to adopt that type of thinking for my blog. My rigid ideas about blogging aren’t doing me any good. They make me not blog. And I think writing things down is good for me.

And soooo… hopefully I can get out of my own way here. Moving on! 🙂

Non-Moto: Yarnbombed Trees at the Long Island Museum

Non-Moto: Yarnbombed Trees at the Long Island Museum

In Stony Brook, New York at the Long Island Museum there are a 5 gorgeous yarnbombed trees on the grounds. The colorful swirls on the tree coats combined with the spindly tree limbs make me think of a wild undersea creature – maybe a psychedelic octopus.

yarnbombed trees at long island museum

Without any know-how in the crochet department, when I got up close to the work I wasn’t able to understand how these yarnbombs even work. I thought there would be some obvious “seam” or something like that. But my untrained eye didn’t pick up on anything. That only adds to my amazement. They look like they were don’t with great care. As Spongebob would say – “a sweater with love in the stitches.”

Aren’t they awesome?

 

Hooked@LIM:
The Crocheted Tree Project
The Long Island Museum
1200 New York 25A
Stony Brook, NY 11790

 

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Breakfast Ride to the Orient Country Store

Breakfast Ride to the Orient Country Store

Finding places to ride your motorcycle to where there are few people can prove to be challenging on Long Island. But the further east you go, the more elbow room you have. One of my favorite places to head to for both a clear mind and to grab a bite to eat is the Orient Country Store on the north fork.

the orient country store

When my wheels dip right onto Village Lane, it is almost as if I am someplace else. The ever-present hustle and bustle, the traffic, the McMansions of western Long Island are nothing but a memory. Thing on the east end feel… normal.

the orient country store

This morning, I hopped on the Enfield and headed out to this familiar spot to grab a coffee and some breakfast. It is such a treat to be able to sit on their front porch and watch people trickle in and out of the quaint store.

While sitting inside waiting for my breakfast sandwich, I eavesdropped on the other patrons in the store. Solely based on what I overheard from some other ladies who were in the store, I immediately felt like I am a weirdo who doesn’t “fit” with her peers. Granted, I am basing this impression on a mere snippet of conversation. That is no more fair for me to judge them based on that than it would be for them to do the reverse based on some arbitrary thing they saw me do or say.

One thing I DO know though, is that there are far too many young women who speak like monotone robots these days. What the hell is that all about?

“oh my god, karen, I am like, totally obsessed with your shoes.” vs. “Oh, My GOD, KAREN! I am like, TOTALLY OBSESSED with your SHOES!” See the difference? No? I’m probably just getting old.

friendly pup at the orient country store

I have decided that some of my favorite people that I meet while out riding around are dogs. They’re just the coolest 🙂

April in Montauk – Where Tigers Roam

April in Montauk – Where Tigers Roam

When my eyes popped open on Saturday morning, the rest of the house was fast asleep. All week long the weatherman had been calling for sunshine and temperatures in the 50s. It was my day to head out for a ride.

tiger in the reeds

After spending a lot of time off of the bike, the natural rhythm and routine of getting yourself dressed and on the road is a little… rusty. It is an act I’ve completed a million times, but I nearly dropped my Tiger as I rolled it out of the garage. It was a reminder that being complacent after a long layoff isn’t such a great idea.

For no reason whatsoever other than just because, I decided to head east. All the way east, to Montauk.

By the time I’d finished my journey out to The End, the wind was gusting. I think they were a little aggressive in calling for mid-50s. I was positively chilled through. That feeling stayed with me long after I was home again and then into the night.

Theodore roosevelt county park montauk

With no timetable, no plan, no place to be – I stopped at the IGA market and picked up some turkey, an orange and a bottle of water then moseyed over to Theodore Roosevelt County Park to sit and eat.

on the way to springs

There was a nice view of the horses at Deep Hollow Ranch. I talked to them for a few minutes and they just looked at me like I was nuts. The story of my life.
deep hollow ranch horses

Feeling cold, I worked my way over to Spring General Store for coffee. They’ve got a nice, sunny porch to sit on.

springs general store

As soon as I swung my leg over to dismount my bike, a guy pulled in on a Versys. He join me on the porch and we sat talking bikes and life for about an hour. A really nice fella.

When I left he shook my hand and said ‘you’re the real deal.’ Not sure what he was expecting when he first sat down with me but I guess I’ll take that as a compliment 🙂

Equinox to Equinox Rally: Bonus Hunting in Old Cemeteries

Equinox to Equinox Rally: Bonus Hunting in Old Cemeteries

For the past couple weeks since the Equinox to Equinox Rally started I’ve been peppering my regular rides with picking up points. As I mentioned in the post Photo Rally Bonus Hunting – Links, Books, Google Maps, I’ve got maps full of places and points of interest to ride to.

But sometimes… sometimes you just don’t feel like “working.” So, I’ve been taking it easy and making an effort to stop and see some of the places I’ve been visiting and not just doing drive-by point collecting.

Lately the thing that has been capturing my attention is – old cemeteries.

st george manor cemetery

I don’t know what it is about about certain places or things that makes you have an affinity for them. Is it the place itself? Is it what is represents? Is it strictly the visual experience? Maybe it is all of those things?

old cemeteries

The information carved on old grave stones can be surprisingly deep – the cause of death, age in years months and sometimes days. I read one stone that said the young boy buried was killed by a wagon wheel. Way to embarrass the kid for eternity.

This stone from Piscatawaytown Burial Ground in NJ was pretty descriptive – mushrooms!


Stone Reads:
Spataters under neath this tomb lies 2 boyes that lay in one womb the eldest was full 13 year old yongest was V twice told by eating mushroms for food rare in a day(s) time they poyseond were Richard Hoop(ar) and Charles Hoopar desesed august anno dom 1693

Apparently the type of stone, the decorative imagery and lettering itself give clues to who the local carver was. I’ve just put my toe in the next to water researching information about stones on Long Island. It’s fascinating.

So what is it that makes me keep looking at these old burial grounds? I wish I knew. I don’t find them morbid or anything. On the contrary the spaces are often peaceful and a place of quiet reflection. These people were here. They walked the Earth, they mattered to someone.

old baptist cemetery coram

During the week I rode to a burial ground in the town of Coram. It was a little less cared for than I would have hoped. Many broken stones, some trash, lots of leaves and bits of tree branches laying throughout it. The sign at the entry way is hanging on by a thread and a prayer.

I parked and walked up the small hill in to the grounds and wound up meeting a gentleman who was also there looking through the stones. We struck up a nice conversation and talked about other old burial grounds on Long Island. He was a very nice fellow.

So, my single friends – if you don’t know where to go to meet a nice man or woman? Cemetery.

You’re welcome.

Snowpocalypse – Blizzard Drives Long Islanders Mad

Snowpocalypse – Blizzard Drives Long Islanders Mad

Here where I live on Long Island, we got pummeled by nearly 3 feet of snow on Friday. One of the first questions everyone in my circle of friends asked was ‘Did you take the Ural out?’

snowbound in the garage for now

No, I haven’t. From Friday in to Saturday the county asked that all non-emergency vehicles stay off the roads.

With echoes of Hurricane Sandy – response here on Long Island was bungled. In some crazy breakdown of infrastructure, it is now Monday morning and the majority of roads in our county still remain unplowed. Highly taxed residents are outraged.

Abandoned snowbound cars sit silently littered on our roadways. These cars have to be dug out and towed away before a plow can clear those areas. Residential side streets are a mess with some random system of plowing having taken place. Some larger side roads were plowed through once, creating large barriers of snow to smaller streets that are still unplowed.

The Long Island Expressway, our largest artery, was shut down for snow removal from Sunday morning at 9am until 7am Monday morning. A 6 to 8 lane highway! That blows my mind.

my car, burred under snow

Kenny and I walked to the supermarket which was surprisingly open on Sunday. Adventurous (or stupid) drivers were out creating gridlock, maneuvering around car-filled snowbanks, stuck vehicles and accidents. They were doing a whole lot of honking and not a lot of moving. The two of us were able to walk faster than people were able to drive.

Tensions were very high on the road. Exasperated people idling in their cars were asking us why the traffic was stopped as we walked by. Oh, I don’t know… we had 3 feet of snow and no plowing? Maybe everyone who doesn’t need to be driving should stay the hell home until the roads get sorted out?!

We saw someone curse out a snowplow driver who was trying to squeeze through a blocked intersection. Brilliant.

Many people panic in the face of crisis and just can’t seem to find a way to make the best of a bad situation.

I’m glad to report, we’re still smiling.

Keep calm, carry on.

 

A Little Thumper Sunset Therapy

A Little Thumper Sunset Therapy

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 excel at riding around on the street. But, that doesn’t mean it isn’t fun to use it for that anyway. There is just something about the bikes personality, its sound that I love so much. She’s a sexy beast.

I was already on my way back home when the sky just seemed to have a special look to it. Though home was to the left, I made a right and headed for the water. I had a feeling that the sunset was going to be a doozy.

As it turned out, I was right.

Husqvarna at sunset

As Seen on TV – The Riverhead Muffler Man Indian

As Seen on TV – The Riverhead Muffler Man Indian

Continuing the tv/movie vibe from my post about the Buzz’s Skelly ~ In the same town of Riverhead is a Muffler Man Indian that was featured in an episode of the Sopranos. I have posted about him before but, every now and again I stop by to say hello.

Muffler Man Indian Riverhead Long Island

With these big fiberglass beauties standing outside and braving the elements year after year – you’ve got to check on them every once in a while to see how they’re holding up.

Muffler Man Indian Riverhead

It’s starting to look like the Indian could use a little TLC. He’s got some cracks in his fiberglass that are giving way to holes and he could really use a fresh coat of paint. I hope the folks at Riverhead Raceway give him a little love soon. It would be a shame to watch him deteriorate further.

Buzz’s Skelly Gas Station – Coen Brothers Filming Location?

Buzz’s Skelly Gas Station – Coen Brothers Filming Location?

The Coen Brother’s are currently shooting a movie called Inside Llewyn Davis staring Justin Timberlake. Some of the scenes are set to shoot here on Long Island in the town of Riverhead. While out riding today, after an off-handed comment by my friend Ben about an old gas station – I thought I would go take a look. I mean, I love that sort of Americana.

But when I got there, what I saw was too “perfect” to just be something a local was putting up for their own enjoyment. Then it dawned on me…

It’s part of the Coen Brothers movie set. The station doesn’t really exist. It’s on one of the roads set to close and well, you can see it’s a false front if you look to the side of the building.

Coen Brothers Buzz Skelly Timberlake Riverhead

I thought this was a pretty cool find.

Buzzs Skelly Gas Station Movie Location

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