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Motorcycle Blogger or Long Island Motorcycle Blogger?

Motorcycle Blogger or Long Island Motorcycle Blogger?

Long Island Motorcycle Farm Land
Greetings from Long Island

Am I a motorcycle blogger? Or a Long Island motorcycle blogger?

Is there a difference?


It may come as a surprise to people who don’t know me personally, but I can easily fall down the rabbit hole of data analysis. You’re looking at one of those nerdy weirdos who gets excited by it. Data is like a puzzle and that is candy for my brain.

You’re probably thinking, Okaaaay, and?

Well, recently I’ve taken a closer look at who actually reads this blog. What I uncovered surprised me.

Who reads this motorcycle blog?

Gender

  • Male: 80%
  • Female: 20%

Location

  • United States: 80%
  • New York: 20%

Age

  • 25-34: 18%
  • 35-44: 17%
  • 45-54: 26%
  • 55-64: 27%
  • 65+ : 12%

So, are you a man 45 or older who lives in the New York Metro area?

New York Readership Concentration

Analytics – What surprised me

For starters, I wrongly assumed that more women would be interested in this blog. But if you factor in that only 19% of ridership in the United States is made up of women, maybe the gender split makes sense.

There has never been any evidence for me to support the notion of more women readers. I just made the assumption that people gravitate to others who are similar to themselves.

Maybe the similarity, in this case, is just being a rider.

I can get behind that.

“The study found that among all age groups, women make up 19 percent of motorcycle owners, compared with less than 10 percent less than a decade ago.”

USA Today

Welcome to New York

New York Sign - KTM 690 Enduro
Welcome to New York

When it comes to the location information, I am not at all surprised that most of my blog readers are in the United States.

And since I live in New York and do a lot of riding here, it does stand to reason that the state of New York has a large readership. They’re likely to see familiar sights or names of places.

When I ask myself, do I mention New York a lot? I don’t think I do. So, what lands New York blog readers here in such a high percentage? Is Google more apt to deliver localized results overall?

The state of New York has nearly triple the percentage of readers when compared to the next most popular state.


Long Island Motorcycle Blogger?

long island motorcycle blogger fuzzygalore - triumph bonneville

Taking the location information down to the next level, as you can see on the map above, there is a high concentration of activity around New York City and Long Island.

Does this mean that the things I write about are more Long Island-centric than anywhere else?

Are the Long Island readers people who know me personally? Or friends of friends?

WHO ARE YOU?! Say ‘hi,’ why don’t ya!

Long Island’s Best Motorcycle Blogger?

Am I somehow failing a “hometown” audience that I didn’t know I had?

Should I set my sights on becoming Long Island Best Motorcycle Blogger?

Because that would be a crown I wouldn’t mind wearing. It probably feels incredible to be that best at something.

Who is Long Island’s Best Motorcycle Blogger?

Why, Girlie Motorcycle Blog @ Fuzzygalore.com, of course!

Who is Long Island’s Best Motorcycle Blogger?

Why, Girlie Motorcycle Blog @ Fuzzygalore.com, of course!

What is the Best Long Island Motorcycle Blog?

Well, that would have to be Girlie Motorcycle Blog, my good man!

I don’t know about you, but I like it!

Motorcycle Blogger or Long Island Motorcycle Blogger?

long island motorcycle blogger FYYFF helmet sticker
FYYFF – The New York Greeting

So here I am, back to where I started: wondering what type of blogger I am and who the content speaks to.

Is my topical breadth general enough to just be a motorcycle blogger who appeals to people everywhere?

Or am I more Long Island-centric?

Or should I be more Long Island-focused?

Comments, anyone?

Water Rises to it’s Own Level

Water Rises to it’s Own Level

Water rises to it’s own level. I used to hear my dad say that. He felt that people gravitate to other people like themselves. Trouble finds trouble, kindness finds kindness. But is it true?

Being little more than a speck in sprawling universe of the internet makes it unlikely that we’d find each other. We’re each just one of gazillions of stars. How is it that we reduce such an immense population of internet users to find each other?

Even if you said that people who share common interests like motorcycling don’t have to look very hard. Is that true? I mean, click the hashtag motorcycles on Instagram. There are 100s of thousands of potential connections. What is it that makes another anonymous person catch your eye enough for you to follow them? And then once you do, do you often strike up a friendship or develop a deep interest in that person? For me, that would be an exception.

With blogging, you don’t really even have the same hashtag-ability to cluster everyone together. Blogs are a bit more passive with their reach. They often have to piggyback on your other social connections to get them in front of people. And yet, we find each other.

Given the instant gratification that something like Instagram can provide, why do some people want to take it further and keep a blog? And who are the people that are seeking something more than just a photo that read them?

Some blog authors become “friends” in my mind. The flow of their language, the depth of their introspection, their vulnerability, and their triumphs become something… personal? to me, too. I become invested in what they’re up to. In my mind some blog authors become perfect people and I admire them. I miss them when they go quiet or wonder about them at unusual times. For example, riding along I’ll see a scene and think – that looks like something X would photograph.

But, I suppose that is just an impression of what I think they’re like filtered through the prism of my own thoughts. But the fact that this person I’ve never met crosses my mind while I’m moving through the world says they are important to me.

How can you be friends with someone you’ve never met? But, it seems to happen.

Road Notes – As they Happen?

Road Notes – As they Happen?

I’ve been thinking about ditching Instagram since I’ve pretty much abandoned using it. My feed has become an endless stream of the same old, same old and “influencer” drivel in a way that I can’t connect with anymore. So, what’s the point? Why not just share snapshots as they happen on my own blog instead?

And I totally get that blogs are passive where social media delivers you to a wider audience using hashtags and whatnot proactively, but – so what? I mean what I’m I doing here? The point has always been to document my experiences, firstly for me, and then to share that with whoever wants to read it. And if no one else ever does read any of it, the process of writing would still occur and be important to me.

The change to moving away (back?) from social posting to just the blog is a psychological one. For a long time, I’ve equated a blog to long-form posting. But it doesn’t need to be. So, maybe trying out occasional snapshot/on-the-fly posting from my phone is in order.

The biggest hurdle, I suspect, will be not losing my reading glasses so that I can see to type on my damned phone!

So, off we go. Good morning from my phone and the State Line Lookout.

State Line Lookout
Closter, NJ 07624
https://goo.gl/maps/mtrBE9rkLh32

The Inner Monologue of one Motorcycle Blogger

The Inner Monologue of one Motorcycle Blogger

It’s been a few months now since I set off on a road trip through the Virginias. In the time that has passed, I’ve struggled to put together posts to talk about what I saw. And that isn’t because I didn’t see anything worth writing about. It’s something different that I wrestle with episodically.

As my mindset fluctuates, the way that I approach writing about my time does too. But, I find that I’m often stuck in the same old pattern of trying to write about life in the “old way.” My robotic response is to work linearly on a timeline in medium-sized chunks. But, thoughts don’t always happen that way, do they?

For a while, I was especially rigid about timing. If I’d ridden somewhere 2 months ago and didn’t write about it then? Well, it was too late. There was some imaginary freshness calendar that had to be adhered to otherwise I wasn’t allowed to write about it. Isn’t that strange that I could be so particular about something like that? I’ve gotten over that, mostly.

What I’m learning is that trying to make my thoughts fit into a predefined size or shape is a recipe for disaster. Instead of an easy-to-follow formula that allows me to just plug in the pictures and words, I end up with a cramp. The result? Nothing.

My thoughts are scattered like dandelion seeds and are constantly floating away from me. Why can’t I share them here in that way? Little idea whisps that sail on a current – their barbs getting stuck on the people that want to read them. That’s how things like Instagram work. Everything is shared in snack-sized bites.

Why do I resign myself to thinking that I have to make blog posts lengthy? Why do I feel the pressure to write about my time in a particular way, as if there is some correct method to blogging? Why do I censor sharing my interests because I think other people are sick of reading about them? Why would I care if someone else thinks I post too much or too little? Why can’t a picture be worth a thousand words when I do it here? So many rules. But why?

We each develop a personal process to produce the things that matter to us. I feel that when I doodle in my sketchbook, too. When I deviate from my natural process, things feel off. To the viewer, the end result probably doesn’t look any different but I know something isn’t right. But how does the process grow when you’re so busy following the old rules?

I’ve always maintained that I write my blog first and foremost for myself. It is my system of record for thoughts and feelings about moving through the world on a motorcycle. But that must be a lie I tell myself. There is a nagging undercurrent of the need to please others or fitting into preconceived notions about what they want from me. Approaching this blog from the outside in is when things go wrong. You’d think I’d have fully understood and embraced that by now. I mean, I know that so why does the need for a reminder keep bubbling up to the surface?

 

Clearing the Tracks with Jaws

Clearing the Tracks with Jaws

There’s no good reason at all that I’m posting this photo of the Bonnie next to the track-clearing plow train. I just like it.

JAWS III sits beside the Long Island Railroad Museum in Greenport, NY. Whenever I stick close to home I seem to find myself out there on Long Island’s north fork.

Lately Ive been trying to find ways to kickstart my creativity. Or more accurately, hang on to it. I have no trouble getting inspired or excited about ideas. The follow-through is where I go to pieces. That seems to be the result of expecting too much or being too restrictive with my peculiar rules about what things I should be posting and when. I mean… I’m not writing medical research here. I’m not a business. I’m not a professional writer. I’m not building a “brand.” I’m just a dope with a computer who is recording their thoughts.

Somehow I get derailed by the idea that a blog is supposed to be more highbrow than what I might post to Instagram. That’s my favorite social distraction. But because of it’s ease and my low expectations of it, Insta has become a surrogate blog. There – people (I?) seem to be fine with long posts, short posts, no words, 20 posts in a day, or whatever. Anything goes. I need to adopt that type of thinking for my blog. My rigid ideas about blogging aren’t doing me any good. They make me not blog. And I think writing things down is good for me.

And soooo… hopefully I can get out of my own way here. Moving on! 🙂

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