I Think This Calls For a Ramble
This is my third point-n-shoot camera in as many months. ::sigh:: This one is clipped, locked and loaded in my jacket. I think this calls for a little ramble around on the ole motorcycle,...
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Full tank. Wandering heart.
This is my third point-n-shoot camera in as many months. ::sigh:: This one is clipped, locked and loaded in my jacket. I think this calls for a little ramble around on the ole motorcycle,...
Lately I’ve been daydreaming about taking a road trip. Because of logistics here at the homestead, it doesn’t look like Kenny and I will be taking any extended road trips together over the summer....
My dog Lilo licked my face, my eyelids slowly parted and I looked at the clock; 6:45. On the weekends, I think she does this to see if I’m still breathing since I’ve slept “so late.” She helpfully...
In 2013, I posted a few places that I’d hoped to visit during the year. Some I managed to get to, some are still lingering around waiting for me to find the time. It...
The Berkshire Triple, an event hosted by the Berkshire Trail Riders in Massachusetts allows riders to choose between an adventure ride, a dual sport and a turkey run. Since I have not really spent...
Just yesterday I read an article that pointed out what the author saw as a flaw in the bucket list process as it is often portrayed in contemporary culture: As popularly conceived, however, the...
It can be very tempting to think that when you fly somewhere far away on an overnight flight that the sheer excitement will keep you going. Jet lag? Ha! I spit in your face!...
You won’t regret stopping to take the picture but you will regret NOT stopping.
It’s a battle for many riders. You see something beautiful, something weird, something interesting and you saaaaaaaail right on by thinking, “I should take a picture of that.”
Well? Just do it. Stop. It’ll only take a minute. Later on when you can relive those memories in full color, you’ll be glad you did.
One of the biggest concerns that we had when choosing a rental bike was its fuel range. Sure it would be nice to try an all singin’, all dancin’ big ole “dream bike”. But...
And so we’re back from our trip to the Alps. The trip that was once a wish, seemingly a million miles away on the horizon is now a collection of gorgeous memories. Being home...
In preparation for our trip to the Alps, my friend Ed has made us a great set of stickers featuring the 5 of us that are going: I just love it! There’s~ Ed &...
Maybe it is a symptom of living in suburbia less than an hour from the megatropolis of New York City – but I find that it takes a while for me to adjust to...
This morning I was thinking about all of the wonderful people and unexpected friendships that I’ve made because of the internet. My upcoming trip overseas will be with Ed and Pimmie, people that I...
At some point you just come to terms with your shortcomings. I will never be a confident dirt rider. There is something about the looseness of it that I cannot give myself over to....
In 2010, Kenny and I flew to Italy to meet up with our friend Pimmie and do some riding in the Alps. Our travels took us through the mountains of Italy, Switzerland and Austria....
While I was hanging out with mama-dog, eating lunch in front of the Granville Country Store, I sat looking out onto the town square. When I’d arrived, I pulled into an unlined parking space...
Just last week I was waxing poetic about meeting road ghost and thinking about all of the wonderful people I’ve met while riding my motorcycle. On Sunday when the lady behind the counter of...
There’s a lot to be said for being in the right place at the right time. A split decision to go forward or turn away changes the course of your life forever. We often...
During this year’s Berkshire Big Adventure ride, like Hansel and Gretel we followed the crumbs on a route sheet in and around the forrest. Through trees and ruts, mud and rocks we traversed the trail....
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...