Tried and True – The Tools of the Trade on the Road
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...
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Ride Inspiration: Lake Reschensee Drowned Church Tower
A few years ago, before we’d taken our first riding trip to Italy I had a page torn out of an American Express travel pamphlet. It was the town of Corvara, Italy nestled in...
2014 Motorcycle Daydreams: Riding in France
The new year is nearly a month old and I haven’t done any riding. There is no clever excuse, just the basic truth that I’ve been doing other recreational stuff with my free time. However...
Flashback Friday: Riding the San Bernardino Pass – Yeah That Didn’t Suck
In September of 2010, Kenny and I set off for Italy to ride with our friend Pimmie who lives in the Netherlands. It was such an epic trip – the friendship, the scenery, the...
A Day in the Life – Will Ride For Nonsense
What is it about a giant, fiberglass peg-legged pirate that will make me ride 170 miles out of my way? Is that the dumbest sentence you’ve ever read? Sometimes my ‘reasons’ for riding must...
On the Tail of the Comets Comes a Girlie Motorcycle Rider
My travels during the Void Rally 8 brought me to Chester, Pennsylvania. The bonus site was a tribute to Bill Haley and the Comets who recorded at a local radio station. Though the building...
Roadside Americana: The Scary Pie Lady of Frackville PA.
I may have to start rethinking my penchant for visiting roadside statues. Exhibit A: Just check out the cold, dead eyes on these two. And that poor kid… I’m not sure what’s more tragic; the...
Fading Americana: Ceresota Flour Barn – Lehigh County, PA
Fifty years from now, what will my generation have left behind that tugs at the heartstrings of people who like to play the “Remember when…” game? What will our contribution to fading Americana be?...
Roadside Wish List: Mail Pouch Tobacco Mural – Pottsville, PA
To my own surprise I’ve been able to tick a few things off of my 2013 Motorcycle Roadside Stop Wishlist. Just this past weekend? Another mark in the “Done” column. ::pats self on back:: No...
Ride To Eat: Chelsea Royal Diner – Brattleboro, VT
Sometimes just picking a place to stop for lunch is enough inspiration to thread a route together. The Chelsea Royal Diner on Route 9 in Brattleboro, Vermont is one such place. The modified 1938...
Roadside Giant: The Muffler Man of Groveland, Massachusetts
While I was in the neighborhood during my super-donut-extravaganza, I decided to swing by the town of Groveland to visit with the local muffler man. Incidentally – his name? Yvon. (Formerly) With decades of standing...
Kane’s Donuts: A Ride to Eat Destination
Kane’s Donuts was on my must-visit list for years! When the alarm clock sounded its horrible racket at 4:30 on Saturday morning, what would normally be met with an all-encompassing desire to smash it...
Girlie Motorcycle Purse – Adventure Edition
GoPros – check! GPS – check! Route Sheet – check! Pouring rain? check! Gonna do a little pokin’ around in the woods. Stylishly, of course.
Wonder Woman Rosey and Menacing Santa
This place has it all. I’d passed this house in Lee, Massachussets several times before on the Berkshire Dual Sport rides. Even though my friends know me well enough to realize that coming across...
Get a Load of This Big Brown Beaver
Sometimes you’re just riding along minding your own business and a 6ft beaver shows up. Happens all the time, right? I rolled up on this guy in Lee, Massachusetts. “Is that a squirrel?” Kenny asked....
Day 6: The Motorcycle Adventures of the Bearded Lady
While doing our pre-ride once over, we found that my plugged tire had dropped nearly 10 pounds of pressure overnight. We gave the mushroom plug one last tug to try to pull the seal...
Day 2: The Mile High Club at Grandfather Mountain
Some would say that putting the words “grandfather” and “mile high club” in the same sentence is the stuff that nightmares are made of. Normally, I would agree. But, not this time, Johnny! After...
Day 1: Dipping Below the Mason-Dixon Line
During the night I’d been awakened by rain pouring down the gutter drainpipe outside. It sounded like a steam train was chugging by our bedroom window with big whooshes of wind tearing through the...
Southern Trip Stats – Y’all Come Back Now, Hear?
Last Saturday, Kenny and I rolled our Tigers out of the driveway and headed below the Mason-Dixon line without much of a plan. We had 2 definite items on the plate: I wanted to...
Dreams Do Come True: Visiting the Haines Shoe House
There is no rhyme or reason why some things take up residence in your imagination. For years now, I have had a hankering to visit the Haines Shoe House. Kenny and I passed it...
