Bridging the Gap
Friday morning I rolled out of the driveway and into the morning at 5:30 heading for points… away. I wasn’t armed with much of a plan other than to just get off of this...
Full tank. Wandering heart.
Friday morning I rolled out of the driveway and into the morning at 5:30 heading for points… away. I wasn’t armed with much of a plan other than to just get off of this...
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet -Rudyard Kipling Shoes and Motorcycles. Two aspects of my life which I love that are pretty much mutually exclusive in...
The life and times of the Elmsford, New York BP Gas Station Paul Bunyan Muffler Man.
I’ve met so many amazing people over the years simply because of riding a motorcycle. As time marches on and people move around and resettle into their lives, things of course change. Faces that...
Jiminy Crickets, it felt like it was 186 degrees out today. I had 3 hours to kill so I figured I’d pop put for a quick scoot around town. Because traffic is a nightmare...
Photographs of the Hi-Hat Drive in in Gardiner, Maine just outside of the capital city of Augusta.
One of the Maine roadsigns featuring the names of Maien towns that are the same as European country of city names.
There is a sad irony about living on this island. Unless you’re a resident of the town the beaches are located in, most of the time, you can’t get near the water. ‘No Stopping...
I woke up to overcast skies. My motorcycle sat alone in the hotel parking lot near Killington, Vermont. It’s a familiar lot that is so often filled with the smiles, bikes and happy faces...
…a little rain must fall. The steam rolled along the blacktop, slicking up the already treacherous tar-snakes of Mass. Route 23. Thursday afternoon I packed up my tankbag and headed north to Vermont. I...
I’ve been to Sleep. Figuratively and literally it would seem. Did you miss me? It has been a strange spring. I’ve done almost no riding at all due to peculiar circumstances that seem to...
Set it free. If it comes back to you, it’s yours. Well, I’m happy to say, she’s home…
Life is so very mysterious. My immediate universe is pretty small in the grand scheme of things. Sometimes I get lucky and go on a journey. Sometimes its only to my backyard, other times...
…is paved with good intentions. My riding trip was a bust in terms of riding. But good times were had nonetheless. My bike blew up, sorta. So i drove my car down to Tennessee...
Wow. Wowee-wow-wow. Yesterday was quite arguably the nicest riding weather so far this year. It was just delightful. Kenny & I took a ride to Massachusetts, to stretch our legs a little and prepare...
Saturday I had a whole day all to myself. No place to go, no place to be, just me the sunshine and a the desire to kick this spring fever to the curb once...
‘When you come to a fork in the road, take it.’ – Yogi Berra Fork in the Road.Rock City, NY.
Today we took a ride to upstate New York to check out the Frank Gehry designed Richard B. Fischer Center for the Performing Arts at Bard College, Annandale-on-Hudson, NY.