Girlie Motorcycle & Road Trip Blog
Full tank. Wandering heart.
In a few weeks, following the Void Rally, I’ll once again set off on a week-long road trip. Already being away from home makes it easy to continue going further. From Fredericksburg, Virginia –...
In 2015, I took part in the Team Strange Whispering Giants Grand Tour. The tour brought riders around the country to visit Peter Wolf Toth‘s beautifully carved statues depicting local Native Americans. Wacinton in Paducah,...
Recently, I wrote about my friend Chris and how he sends me postcards from the places he visits on his motorcycle. Last week I received a card from Hillybilly Hot Dogs in Lesage, WV....
Over the weekend, I stopped and had a chat with this motley crew. Aren’t they a handsome bunch? Dinosaurs are a hugely popular fixture in the roadside Americana landscape. Their popularity seems to transcend visitors’...
Riding along in the morning, I watched the lumps and bumps of the clouds’ gray edges. Though it looked like there ought to be, I knew there wouldn’t be any rain. After all, I...
With Kenny on his big, lovely lady and me on my wee lass, we made a pretty odd-looking couple cruising around together in the Delaware Water Gap area. The more I get to know...
If you work in corporate America and have been to a trade show – you’ve probably come home with more stress balls and pens than you know what to do with. Well, looky-looky… finally...
The Void is my favorite 24-hour endurance rally. For those not familiar with the concept, it’s like a big motorcycle scavenger hunt. You ride around and look at cool stuff, collecting points along the...
Going for a summer pie ride with friends is a great way to pass the time. One of our favorite spots is the Modern Snack Bar in Aquebogue. The Snackbar has been a Long...
This little empty station sits in a spot in Unionville, NY that I’ve probably ridden by a hundred times. Up until this past Sunday, I never zeroed in on it or paid it any attention. Well,...
The House that Inspired the Painter My attention operates with cyclical obsession. An idea will blow in on the breeze and lodge itself firmly in my mind. It’ll then go about the business of...
The Goldwell Open Air Museum sits just outside of the northeastern entrance of Death Valley and at the edge of the ghost town of Rhyolite, Nevada. I’d seen photos of the sculptures that grace...
On New Year’s Day, I awoke in Las Vegas. The rest of the world was still asleep after a long night of reveling. As I rode down the strip towards old Las Vegas and...
Tonight over dinner, Kenny and I were talking about a road trip that we took together in 2005. We rode out to see Mount Rushmore. And since we were in the neighborhood, we also stopped...
On the morning of December 31st, 2016, when I awoke it was still dark. I was in Las Vegas. I hadn’t planned on being there for New Year’s Eve, it was just the way...
Last week when I went to my PO Box, I opened it to find among its contents two postcards that rode in the 2017 Iron Butt Rally. For the uninitiated, that’s the toughest road...
Ebb and flow. My thoughts and motivations come in waves, pushing in and pulling back. Just when I think I’ve got myself into a nice, natural posting rhythm, I go belly up and float...
There is no telling what will inspire you to hit the road to go and see something with your own eyes. You could, of course, leave things to chance. Afterall, serendipity is a beautiful...
Last night, Kenny was sitting on the couch flipping through photos on his phone. He’d scroll then tilt his phone my way and say “where was that?” and I’d answer. The answer would be...
Some people take it as a personal affront when their motorcycle wave isn’t returned by another rider. I’m not one of them. I wave because I want to. Or sometimes, I don’t because I...
