Hitchin’ A Ride on the Funwagon
Hmm, this thing seems to have too many wheels to be posting about.
Girlie Motorcycle & Road Trip Blog
Full tank. Wandering heart.
Hmm, this thing seems to have too many wheels to be posting about.
On Wednesday morning while I was driving to work tucked behind the rain-spattered windshield of my car, a thought came to me clear as a bell. It was so clear that I asked Siri how...
While riding through Kent, Connecticut I spotted a murder of crows perched on a rail. They’re bronze sculptures by the artist Peter Woytuk. Aren’t they lovely? While I was standing there taking pictures, a...
During my ride through Illinois in the fall of 2015, I followed Route 66 north from Springfield and passed through the town of Lincoln, Illinois. Prior to leaving home, I did almost no research...
Life is so mysterious. You can be going along, minding your own business and never see any type of vehicle styled like a pig and then WHAMMO! You’re at the pig-car nexus of the universe. I...
The other day after a pint of beer (which tends to turn my filter off and give me diarrhea of the mouth1) I launched in to a diatribe about the selling of fantasy lifestyles...
This afternoon while cleaning up some of the bookmarks on my computer, I re-read a story from 2008 that I’d saved from the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette: Demolition uncovers Mail Pouch ad. When I looked at...
There are all sorts of clues that we receive each day that go largely ignored. But every once in a while our minds wake up.
Once I managed to secure my license plate enough so that it didn’t go winging off and scalp someone on the side of the road, I continued west from Hackettstown on Route 46. I’ve...
Sexy-sexy KTM on the way out to Central Pennsylvania to do some “adventure riding.” I think every ride is an adventure but what do I know? 🙂
Last fall after finishing a stint at the Void Rally 10 in Virginia, I set off on a road trip around Illinois. My plan was to just bum around and look at stuff. As...
A first she thought her husband just bought microwave popcorn because he loved her but what happened next will shock you. (This is just a trick to make you read my post. I’m running out of ideas.)
Riding my motorcycle is where I work stuff out. The ride provides the space in which my mind is as free to roam as my wheels. Probably further. It’s where I get to dust...
Sex. Bacon. Motorcycles. Hot babes. These things have nothing to do with this post. I’m just trying to entice you to read it.
On Sunday when I left on my ride, it was still early. The Weather Nerd app noted that it wasn’t yet 40 degrees and yet I opted not to take my toasty Gerbing gloves to plug in....
I don’t really even like monkeys but I love that monkey. That monkey looks like I feel today: nyah-nyah nyah-nyah pthpt pthpt pthpt! Maybe that monkey is me today. I have a big horsey smile...
During my ride home last night I sat at a traffic light staring. Staring at nothing, staring at everything, cemented to the Earth by the orange backlight of my gauges. I pondered the weight...
Hurry, hurry, hurry! That is the awful, terrible habit that I’ve tried to undo for the last few years. I’m not sure when I picked it up but it is something I suffer from...
Last weekend I did my first solo riding in the Pine Barrens of New Jersey on the KTM. Up to that point, my riding in the Pines had always been with friends. But when you’re a...