Memory Lane: Stopping by the Rock Store – California
On our trip to California in June of 2008, one of our pit stops was to the famous motorcycle hangout The Rock Store. Apparently in the course of a weekend you never know who...
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On our trip to California in June of 2008, one of our pit stops was to the famous motorcycle hangout The Rock Store. Apparently in the course of a weekend you never know who...
When most years come to a close and I take stock of my time riding I always arrive at the same sentiment. I didn’t ride as much as I wanted to. Well, as I...
While visiting my parents over the Christmas holiday, I poked through some old photos looking for pictures of my dad and his motorcycles. I did find 2 from the 1950’s. I *think* he said...
Here on the Isle of Long we’re buried under nearly 2 feet of snow that fell over the weekend. It doesn’t look like I’ll be getting any riding done any time soon. In the...
Rick from keeptherubbersidedown.net posted a blog about having stickers on his motorcycle start a conversation at a stoplight. His blog inspired me to talk about my own sticker collection. That sounds so third grade,...
My Firecracker Red 1996 ZX6R was named Cherry Pie. To say that I loved that bike would be the understatement of the century. Unfortunately she met her untimely demise in a tangle with a...
For your viewing pleasure, 5 popular fuzzygalore.com posts from the archives.
Even though it is me, I barely recognize the person standing there. I know the motorcycle better than I know that girl. The motorcycle hasn’t changed quite as much.
Sequoia National Park in June of 2008 was the first time that I’d ever laid eyes on what it really means to see a big tree. They’re so huge that it’s quite difficult to capture them in pictures because you can’t actually get the whole tree into the frame and then on top of that you don’t have much to compare to size-wise if you do.
In some ways you don’t really know the value of your travels until they are left behind in the clouds of dust that swirl around in your memory. My trip to California in June...
Since I haven’t been doing much riding as of late, I have been avoiding updating my blog. I always have stuff to talk about but I feeeeeeeel like I should try to keep my...
Fuzzygalore and Crudmop write their names in the snowbank along the roadway at Crater Lake, Oregon in June 2008.
Today, I spent some time organizing some of the thousands of digital photos that I’ve amassed over the last decade. I love this excercise and find it especially sweet when you can be pulled...
Reminiscing about a road trip from Long Island New York to Yellowstone National Park in May of 2005.
I’ve met so many amazing people over the years simply because of riding a motorcycle. As time marches on and people move around and resettle into their lives, things of course change. Faces that...