Welcome to My Brain’s Filing Cabinet
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...
Full tank. Wandering heart.
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...
On Sunday I stopped by to take a peek at the Mail Pouch Tobacco ghost ad on East Main in Beacon, NY. Though I’d been to Beacon before, I never saw the sign. It...
What is the psychological draw to follow single coast-to-coast or transcontinental routes? I’m talking about routes like US 6 or US 20. If you’re standing on the roadway you may have one end of...
While I’m out and about I end up taking a lot of pictures that either end up on Instagram or are left to wither in obscurity on my phone. Sometimes it’s because I can’t...
While I’m out cruising around, I like to stop and take a look at murals, graffiti and street art along the way. Here are a couple bright spots from the last couple weeks. I’m not sure...
In the fall of 2015, the Bonneville came home as something of an impulse buy. I hadn’t been lusting over one for months or years. And the truth is, I didn’t need it. I...
Well, well, well. Would you look at this dapper gent with his new paint job! The last time I stopped in for a visit The Big Man was suffering from a heinous case of...
Mainer C. Lobster sits outside of Taste of Maine restaurant in Woolwich, Maine on Route 1. Isn’t he glorious? Having a lobster this excited about well, everything would probably bring a lot of sunshine...
Everything we do has consequence. Even the most minute action or inaction, as it were. Close yourself off and you don’t enjoy the sunshine. Open yourself up and you get burned. We often don’t realize...
While in Boothbay Harbor, Maine last week, I was drawn to a lovely olde tyme gas pump standing outside Gimbel & Son’s Country Store. I’m not much of a shopper. If I venture in at...
Troy, New York was once a bustling place that depended largely on the steel industry. When that moved away, the city began to decline. Such places are great for spotting ghost ads. I passed through...
Oh, what a lovely little house. So New Englandy, isn’t it? A charming seaside cottag… what the?
A collection of random non-motorcycle photos, thoughts, and observations made during a lazy week in Maine. I may have been tipsy. Each summer, our little clan piles into the car and heads off to...
While riding along Route 6 in Pennsylvania, I passed through the town of Port Allegany. On the corner of Mill and Main, in the middle of town sat a small but eye-catching park featuring...
Last weekend my hubs Kenny was away with the guys doing the PA Grand Canyon 300. It’s a weekend-long adventure ride hosted by the Pine Barrens Adventure Camp. We couldn’t shuffle our schedules around to...
I finally broke down and replaced my manky street helmet. After riding in the outer bands of a hurricane during the Void Rally last October, it never smelled quite right again. As a matter of fact,...
In the beginning of June, we spent a long weekend based out of Lock Haven, Pennsylvania. My hubs Kenny was doing the Durty Dabbers Dual Sport. I wasn’t into it so I opted out...
There are some themes or subject matter that will make me pull over to snap a photo as if I’m caught in a tractor beam. Interesting cars happen to be one of those them....
You never really know what is going to come along and sabotage your rational mind. For the last week, I’ve had a familiar and unwelcome tickle in my brain. It the one that whispers that it’s...