Wet Weather Motorcycle Gear: Over or Under?
Over the weekend, I found myself riding in a hammering thunderstorm trying to get back home to Long Island. My usual rain gear is a pair of FroggToggs. They aren’t pretty and I kind...
Full tank. Wandering heart.
Over the weekend, I found myself riding in a hammering thunderstorm trying to get back home to Long Island. My usual rain gear is a pair of FroggToggs. They aren’t pretty and I kind...
In a strange moment of serendipity I was riding in a conga line of traffic going 30mph behind the Top Dog Lunch Wagon on Route 68 near Portland, Ct. I only wish that I...
Muffler Men are a funny bunch. Clearly they need looking after and checking in on now and then. The last time I was in the neighborhood in 2009, I stopped in to take a...
On Saturday, I rode in to Port Jefferson to hop the ferry. I was heading to Connecticut to meet up with another motorcycle blogger: Chris from EverydayRiding.org who is currently on road trip exploring...
Riding your motorcycle instead of your office chair feels a little extra sweet, doesn’t it? On this particular Wednesday after hopping off the ferry and heading north I found myself heading up route 8...
Narrow Road – Sharp Curves – Next 14 Miles. Yes, please!
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....
…but pretty close! While out for a ride with Kenny and Ben, I spotted a crop of sunflowers. With their happy disposition, they’re one of my favorite flowers. Even though I’m generally pretty camera...
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...
What better way to spend a Wednesday than behind the bars of your motorcycle? On the eve of the BMWMOA event in Bloomsburg, Pa. – AltRider hosted it’s 2nd Annual Giant Loop Adventure Ride...
When the shadows start getting long, that’s when I start missing home. I continuously walk the line of having the curiosity of a person who likes to wander and one whose heartstrings reel them...
Following the Hancock Highway, I crossed the border from Pennsylvania into New York in the town of Hancock. For hours and hours, my belly had been growling. I felt the pasty, dry, mouth that...
I sat on the curb in a Pennsylvania gas station and looked up at Bill. The backdrop behind him was a rolling green mountain, under the brightest blue sky. We’d already put just about...
It’s so perfect that I stumbled across this heart in a gas station in West Virginia. I found my first “heart and sole” picture in the same state in 2008. View some of the...
Rolling in through the town of Marlinton on route 39, I was disheartened to see that the lovely little train depot that had burned in 2008, was in the same state. I was hoping...
Breathing in deeply, the morning felt cool. As our wheels turned past the silent rolls of hay and red barns of the landscape, I felt like a giant. This was my day and anything...
When we left Long Island heading south, we were three. It was Graham, Bill and myself. We were set to meet up with the other Bill in Virginia, which we did on Saturday night...
I love spending time in the Town of Port Jefferson. I also love being a motorcyclist. It seems that these two interests are at odds with one another at times. The town, in an...
It’s really no wonder that the Blue Ridge Parkway was on AMA Magazine’s 15 Best Roads in America list. It is, in short, a great ride. 469 miles from top to bottom of beautiful riding.
… I was pretty excited about it anyway. After riding around West Virginia all day, we made our way to Chambersburg, Pa. and got rooms for the night. It was there that a full...