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Will Ride for Donuts

Will Ride for Donuts

My love of donuts is known far and wide amongst my friends. Perhaps you’ve even noticed the pink donut sticker on the BonBon.

I don’t know when the love affair began, really. But I do have many childhood memories of sitting at the counter on a swivel stool with my dad at our local Dunkin Donuts. Spin, spin, spin.

Nearly every time I pass Maple Donuts on Route 30 in York, Pa. I find my wheels turning in to the parking lot automatically. Perhaps donuts have a particularly strong gravitational pull. After all, some people believe Earth is shaped like a donut.

Sometimes I even bring some home to share. Topboxes are great for this.

Have you ever seen a more glorious mailbox than this sprinkley dough hoop? I’ll save you the trouble – you haven’t.

Donuts for dayyyyyys.

One for now, one for later. Even after being squished in a tankbag, the mighty donut delivers.

After pulling in to Huntington, West Virginia this October, I opened my hotel app and found a place to stay. For some, the view from my room window might seem a little lackluster. But to a donut lover? Well… you know.

My holy grail donut stop was definitely Randy’s Donuts in Inglewood, California. Deliciousness and roadside royalty wrapped up in one neat package.

What could possibly surpass the scrumdiddlyumptiousness of eating a donut in a filthy parking lot, under the watchful gaze of that giant rooftop beast? Nothin’, that’s what.


Been Thinkin’ ’bout the Lincoln

Been Thinkin’ ’bout the Lincoln

Over the weekend I plucked a book off the shelf that I’ve had for a few years now: Lincoln Highway Companion: A Guide to America’s First Coast-to-Coast Road by Brian Butko. Flipping through its pages, makes me want to hit the road. I wish I could pinpoint what it was that initially sparked my interest in Americana.

Whenever I’ve traveled along the western half of Pennsylvania’s section of the Lincoln Highway, I’ve had a great time. The riding itself can be dull in some places with lots of traffic lights and congestion. But, those population centers lighten up as you go west and the sights overshadow the annoyance.

Some of the things I’ve seen along the way in PA:

Haines Shoe House – Hellam, PA

Mmmm… donuts… – Maple Donuts in York, PA

Pied Piper – Schellsburg, PA

Dutch Haven – Where I had my first taste of Shoo Fly Pie – Ronks, PA

Mural at the Bison Corral – Schellsburg, PA

Mural at the Bison Corral – Schellsburg, PA

Totem Pole Playhouse / Mail Pouch Barn – Ortanna, PA

Mr. Ed’s Elephant Museum – Ortanna, PA

Ms. Penny Candy at Mr. Ed’s Elephant Museum – Ortanna, PA

Vincent Van Gas a Lincoln Highway Pump Parade gas pump – Schellsburg, PA

Bull Durham ghost ad – Bedford, PA

Dunkle’s Gulf – Bedford, PA

The Coffee Pot – Bedford, PA

Near Jennertown / Stoyestown, PA

Wayne Fettro mural and a Lincoln Highway Pump Parade gas pump – Stoyestown, PA

Show Me the Donuts!

Show Me the Donuts!

Nine times out of 10, when I see pictures of food in ride reports it looks terribly unappealing. Unless there is a fingernail in it, you won’t usually catch me taking photos of my food, either. But… I will sometimes make an exception for those round wheels of cakey-lovin’ – the donut.

Since I didn’t eat dinner last night, you’ll have to suffer through an old photo of when I brought a half-dozen donuts home from Kane’s in Saugus, Massachusetts. Will ride for donuts!

Maybe not edible, but surely the big Maple Donuts donut is worth a look, too. I stopped at this rooftop model in York, PA while driving out to Cleveland.

The one on the wall at the OTHER York, PA. Maple Donuts was kinda nifty as well. And no, it wasn’t me that took a chomp out of it.

But the rooftop donut at Randy’s in Inglewood, Ca.? Well, that was my holy grail of rooftop donuts. I wanted to see that one for a long time. We stopped there after flying in to LAX in May 2015. It was worth the trip – their donuts were delicious.

This post is part of a 29 posts in 29 days blogging challenge hosted by Kathy at ToadMama.com. Today’s writing prompt: Describe your dinner.
Kane’s Donuts: A Ride to Eat Destination

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 into a million pieces – was instead greeted with my feet flying out from under the covers and onto the floor.

On this day? On this day… there would be donuts.

There was an image burned into my brain sometime last year: Round neon in tones of pink and yellow, shining ever so donut-y. Kane’s Donuts, it said. But, it may as well say Heaven.

Kane's Donuts neon sign

In this day and age if you’re a mom & pop shop that has been in business since 1955 – you’re probably doing something right. But, there was only one way to find out just how right.

Kane's Donuts patio sign

Between the gorgeous neon and the promise of their drool-worthy menu, Kane’s Donuts was beckoning me. Come,… ride your motorcycle to enjoy maximum donutocity.

I made it to Saugus, Massachusetts by 10 am. When I pulled in to the parking lot the patio tables were full. When I walked inside 12 or so people stood in line in front of me. A good sign, indeed.

The racks were full of so many delicious looking creations, it could prove difficult to pick which one would be my winner. But truth be told, I’m pretty simple in the donut department. My eyes zeroed in on the red velvet. A classic.

Red Velvet Donut - Kane's Donuts

As I sauntered outside, a group was just getting up to leave so I parked myself at the newly free table and watched the steady stream of traffic going in and out.

Donut, sweet donut. You were worth the ride.

Kane's Donuts in my Givi Box

It only seemed right that I bring a few donuts home for my family. I reckoned it would have been cruel to not share the O-shaped bliss. So, I ordered a half dozen more and carefully strapped them in my Givi box. With a small prayer said, I closed the lid.

Kanes Donuts in my Givi Box

I figured the worst-case scenario is that they would have to be eaten with a spoon when I got home. Much to my surprise, they survived the trip! The pastry fairies were looking out for me.

In Case You Were Wondering

I asked my Facebook friends just how many donuts I was allowed to eat if I rode nearly 300 miles to get them. My favorite answer was an equation:

# of  Donuts = Mileage / 10

There you have it. It’s science.

Kane’s Donuts
120 Lincoln Avenue
Saugus, MA 01906

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