Day 2: Smooth Sailing on the Blue Ridge Parkway
Don’t you love that feeling of waking up in a place where you don’t live? That feeling of freedom, of being loose, of being able to wander? When I got up and looked out...
Category: Road Trips
Day 1: Dipping Below the Mason-Dixon Line
During the night I’d been awakened by rain pouring down the gutter drainpipe outside. It sounded like a steam train was chugging by our bedroom window with big whooshes of wind tearing through the...
Southern Trip Stats – Y’all Come Back Now, Hear?
Last Saturday, Kenny and I rolled our Tigers out of the driveway and headed below the Mason-Dixon line without much of a plan. We had 2 definite items on the plate: I wanted to...
I Think It’s Time For Us To Go Somewhere
I feel like Kenny and I haven’t gone anywhere or done any riding in the longest time. Of course, it was winter. Sort of. But, it’s time; time for us to think about hitting...
Heading North Through Lassen Volcanic Park
When we got up from our cozy slumber in Lake Tahoe it felt so good to look out the sliding door to find that the storm that had dogged us the day before had...
California Love: Holy Hail on Monitor Pass
If at any point we thought the rain we’d run into on the Sonora Pass was going to be the toughest part of our day, we had another thing coming. We watched the lightning...
The Tiny Topaz, California Post Office
I think this may be the smallest post office I have seen yet. I guess there isn’t much of a building needed to support the 50 resident town of Topaz, California. Isn’t it sweet?
California Love: Rain on the Sonora Pass
Hot, cold, hot, cold… that summed up the weather on our trip up to this point. As we rode higher up into the mountains on CA 108, heading towards the beautiful Sonora Pass we...
California Love: Finding Gold on CA 49
Okay, I’m just going to apologize up front. You’re probably going to get a teensy-weensy bit of drool on your keyboard. A quick dab with a napkin oughta do it. It’ll be our little...
California Love: Sequoia National Park
As we climbed up into the mountains of Sequoia National Park, the temperature dropped sharply. We rode from Porterville and it’s scorched earth up into the park where the roads were wet and the...
California Love: Golden Fields on Hot Springs Drive
The weather in California proved to be unpredictable. We went through cycles of sweating bullets to freezing cold over and over again. The hottest weather we experienced was along the aptly named Hot Springs...
California Love: Rendezvous at the Big Shoe
When you’re on the road, it can be difficult to coordinate times and places to meet up with people. This is espcially true when you don’t have a set route or plan. Meetings require...
California Love: Chasing Lightning on Route 58
By the time we’d pulled in to San Luis Obispo and found a hotel, the sun had packed it in for the night and a wet fog hung on Route 1. It had been a...
California Love: Seaside Sandwiches in Big Sur
Wow, What a View Do you think it’s possible to tire of looking at the Pacific Ocean from the seat of your motorcycle? I had plenty of time to ponder that question while Kenny...
California Love: Mount Hamilton and Lick Observatory
What better way to give your new livery a test than with a winding road? As the sun rose higher in the sky, we made our way from the cool air of San Francisco...
California Love: It’s Time to Hit the Road
If there were roosters in San Fancisco, I’m sure I would’ve woke them up while making my morning coffee. I was up long before the sun rubbed the sleep out of it’s eyes. By...
Trip Planning: Northern California – Can You Help?
Kenny decided he wanted to go back to northern California to do some motorcycle riding. As a good girlfriend, I obliged him and agreed to go along. My arm was killing me from all...
The Post-Road Trip Hangover
When setting off on a road trip your imagination is full of best laid plans and wonder. There is an excitement that takes over your thoughts as you watch your shadow riding along with...
People Watching on the Ferry
Though I was on line for the early ferry, the heat of the day was already rising. It was going to be a hot one. I was the only motorcyclist on board the boat....
Following My Heart Back Home
I stood in the gas station near Windham, NY, sweating. My shadow stretched out on the ground in front of me, surrounded by an orangey glow. This was it. Decision time. In an instinctive...
