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Happy National Donut Day – A Very Important Holiday

Happy National Donut Day – A Very Important Holiday

Though I’m cheating just a teensy-tinesy bit because I didn’t actually celebrate National Donut Day today, I do have a donuty post anyway.

While cruising around on the Bonnie last weekend I got to enjoy my first cider donut at a local farmstand.

Their cheerful little sign beckoned me to stop and sample their wares.

Their cakey dough-loops were delish. As a matter of fact, I wish I had one right now. I do love a good donut, you know.

If you too missed your chance to properly celebrate this wonderful day you can always make it up to yourself tomorrow. Every day is a good day for a donut. As the saying goes: Eat to ride, ride to eat.

Motorcycle Therapy: Blue Skies, Purple Irises And A Triumph Bonneville

Motorcycle Therapy: Blue Skies, Purple Irises And A Triumph Bonneville

On the weekends, my dog makes sure that I’m not late for work by licking my face at o’dark-thirty. Once satisfied that I’m up, she saunters back to her bed and lays down. She’s always got my back, that dog. Too bad I don’t work weekends.

Since being able to go back to sleep isn’t one of my super powers, I usually stumble down the hall, do some coffee voodoo and figure out what I’ll do with my day. I give thanks to the dog when up I’m early enough to take advantage of a day like this one:


The lesser seen side of Long Island, sans-hustle.


Seeing iris in bloom makes me smile. Every time.


Good morning, buffa-lumps.

Lichtenstein’s Tokyo Brushstroke I & II

Lichtenstein’s Tokyo Brushstroke I & II

Monkey tadpole elevator ears. If you aren’t interested in art, the title of this post must look like word salad.

While on my way home from Montauk, I passed the Parrish Art Museum in Watermill, New York. I didn’t go inside for a look-see but I did stop to admire the Roy Lichtenstein pieces that are installed at the entry: Tokyo Brushstroke I & II. He happens to be one of my favorite artists so seeing his sculptural work was a treat.

Aren’t they wonderful?

Non-Moto: Yarnbombed Trees at the Long Island Museum

Non-Moto: Yarnbombed Trees at the Long Island Museum

In Stony Brook, New York at the Long Island Museum there are a 5 gorgeous yarnbombed trees on the grounds. The colorful swirls on the tree coats combined with the spindly tree limbs make me think of a wild undersea creature – maybe a psychedelic octopus.

yarnbombed trees at long island museum

Without any know-how in the crochet department, when I got up close to the work I wasn’t able to understand how these yarnbombs even work. I thought there would be some obvious “seam” or something like that. But my untrained eye didn’t pick up on anything. That only adds to my amazement. They look like they were don’t with great care. As Spongebob would say – “a sweater with love in the stitches.”

Aren’t they awesome?

 

Hooked@LIM:
The Crocheted Tree Project
The Long Island Museum
1200 New York 25A
Stony Brook, NY 11790

 

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Stony Brook Village: The Love Affair With Motorcycles Continues Exhibit

Stony Brook Village: The Love Affair With Motorcycles Continues Exhibit

For the second summer in a row, locally there has been a small but lovely motorcycle exhibit at the Stony Brook Village – Ward Melville Heritage Organization Educational & Cultural Center. Running from July 11 through September 7th is: The Love Affair With Motorcycles Continues.

My hope is that the show has been well attended by enthusiastic motorcyclists. It would be wonderful to continue this type of motorcycle-positive programming for our community. It does my heart good.

Exhibit Photos

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Santaride 2014: Santa and the Return of Her Sidecar Elf

Santaride 2014: Santa and the Return of Her Sidecar Elf

fuzzygalore and elf - santa ride

On Sunday we set off on our annual Santa Ride and it was glorious.

Once again my daughter Chloe reprised her role as my sidecar elf. It always amazes me when she chooses to hang out (dressed as an elf) with her goofy mother (who dresses like Santa) when she could be doing teenager stuff like navel gazing and texting friends who are in the same room.

Chloe gave her waving arm a real work out. She seemed far more into it and excited about taking the ride than in years past. I don’t know the reason but I’m glad about it.

I hope that one day these memories are happy ones for her and that they aren’t the stuff that trips to the psychiatrists couch are made of. “Do you KNOW what my mother used to do each year around Christmas?”

Time will tell.

Finding Gold on the Waters Edge

Finding Gold on the Waters Edge

The dark months. They rabbit punch me right in the feels. Do you ever get bummed because there is so little daylight?

fuzzygalore royal enfield golden hour

On the upside of these dark times, this is when the sunsets here on the north shore seem extra vibrant. The sky will be lit up with the most amazing pinks and oranges. And the gold… the gold on the water takes on a magical quality. A worthy consolation for darkness coming before most people make it home from the office each day.

Find the beauty in each day. In 40 sleeps, we’ll get over the hump and the days will start becoming longer again. Just gotta hang on…

Breakfast Ride to the Orient Country Store

Breakfast Ride to the Orient Country Store

Finding places to ride your motorcycle to where there are few people can prove to be challenging on Long Island. But the further east you go, the more elbow room you have. One of my favorite places to head to for both a clear mind and to grab a bite to eat is the Orient Country Store on the north fork.

the orient country store

When my wheels dip right onto Village Lane, it is almost as if I am someplace else. The ever-present hustle and bustle, the traffic, the McMansions of western Long Island are nothing but a memory. Thing on the east end feel… normal.

the orient country store

This morning, I hopped on the Enfield and headed out to this familiar spot to grab a coffee and some breakfast. It is such a treat to be able to sit on their front porch and watch people trickle in and out of the quaint store.

While sitting inside waiting for my breakfast sandwich, I eavesdropped on the other patrons in the store. Solely based on what I overheard from some other ladies who were in the store, I immediately felt like I am a weirdo who doesn’t “fit” with her peers. Granted, I am basing this impression on a mere snippet of conversation. That is no more fair for me to judge them based on that than it would be for them to do the reverse based on some arbitrary thing they saw me do or say.

One thing I DO know though, is that there are far too many young women who speak like monotone robots these days. What the hell is that all about?

“oh my god, karen, I am like, totally obsessed with your shoes.” vs. “Oh, My GOD, KAREN! I am like, TOTALLY OBSESSED with your SHOES!” See the difference? No? I’m probably just getting old.

friendly pup at the orient country store

I have decided that some of my favorite people that I meet while out riding around are dogs. They’re just the coolest 🙂

Finding Art on the Royal Enfield

Finding Art on the Royal Enfield

While on a jaunt aboard the Royal Enfield, I stopped off to get a better look at some graffiti that I’ve been ‘meaning to stop at’ for at least a year.

Just think about all of the things that the person who painted that on the wall could have come up with – and this… this was it. Isn’t it ridiculously wonderful? 😀

The chief enemy of creativity is ‘good’ sense.
-Pablo Picasso

royal enfield with graffiti

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