The Teeny Post Office Files – Lost City, West Virginia
Before we left for West Virginia, I took a quick peek around Google Maps to see what was around the Romney area. While I don’t usually leave with a set plan of things that...
Full tank. Wandering heart.
Before we left for West Virginia, I took a quick peek around Google Maps to see what was around the Romney area. While I don’t usually leave with a set plan of things that...
On our long weekend to West Virginia, we set up shop in the town of Romney. The local motorcycle dealership, Romney Cycles, was hosting a camp and ride. Though Kenny and I weren’t participating in that...
When you stop and think about all of the ways that you have changed as a person over your riding lifetime, it’s surprising. For me, wherever I’m at seems like where I’ll always be....
It really has become a point of comedy around here. Our area could be withering in the grips of a month long drought… until we decide to leave for something more than a day ride....
Yes, GPS is indeed wonderful. I use it often but more as a ‘where have a been’ or ‘I need to get someplace very specific.’ When I’m putzing around for pleasure, I don’t often rely on GPS for...
On Sunday I popped in to town to meet friends for coffee. It was a beautiful afternoon so there were lots of riders around enjoying the sunshine. I pulled in to the parking lot,...
Unless you’re a free and single bachelorette (…or bachelor, I’ve heard they let guys ride motorcycles now) the idea that you need to balance your motorcycle ridin’ with spending time with the important people...
Don’t you love sifting through all of the ride photos that you’ve amassed over the years? Even though you’re busy reminiscing when you look at them, it’s funny how they inspire you to want...
You can file Pirate’s Cove under one of those places that I have overlooked for far too long. On Saturday morning, with the sky bright and blue I made my way over to the...
How is it that cast aside or throwaway things can be beautiful? And yet… they often just are.
As imperfect as Long Island is for riding a motorcycle, it as equally as perfect for beach riding a fatbike. Go figure. The first “long” ride I took with Lord Chubbleton was on Fire...
After fourteen years together, I tearfully said goodbye to my sweet pup last week. I am devastated by her absence. She came home from the shelter with me before I knew my husband, before...
My friend George was really the person who lit the fire in me to get a fatbike. Seeing his ride pushed me over the edge to buy a bicycle. It’s probably no surprise then...
On the day after my birthday my mom, daughter and I spent a few hours beach-combing along the shores of Orient State Park. Off in the distance I could see the shadow of the...
The north shore of Long Island is gently lapped by the Long Island Sound. The beaches are mostly rocky because we don’t have big waves pummeling everything into sand. I rode my bike out...
When my eyes popped open on Saturday morning, the rest of the house was fast asleep. All week long the weatherman had been calling for sunshine and temperatures in the 50s. It was my...
I think I remember how this goes. The one on the right makes the smiles happen?
Every time that I leave Long Island on the Port Jefferson-Bridgeport ferry, the boat slips out of the harbor passing a cove to the east. This area, a part of McCallister County Park, is...
All winter long I’ve been wrapped up doing other things with my free time that don’t involve motorcycles. I did manage to squeeze in a ride on the Tiger a few weekends ago but...