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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.


George’s Coney Island – Worcester, Massachusetts

George’s Coney Island – Worcester, Massachusetts

On the way home from Lynn, Massachusetts, where I visited the greatest mural ever, I made a pit stop in Worcester to “eat here and get gas,” as it were. After filling up my tank I filled up my belly with the works (hold the onions).

What is Coney Island’s secret? The between-wars ambiance of the building. The unapologetically splendiferous sign. The secret chili sauce. The American love affair with the hot dog. All may have had a part to play in the business’ success…

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And a splendiferous sign, it is. The first time I ever saw it in a photograph online, I just knew one day I”d have to visit.

The hot dogs were tasty. As a matter of fact, I enjoyed them the whole 100+ mile back to the ferry. #heartburn

I enjoyed my trip to Coney Island and I forsee stopping in again. They’ve been servin’ up dogs since 1918, so I guess plenty of people feel the same.

George’s Coney Island
158 Southbridge St.
Worcester, MA 01608

 

Are You Ready to See the Greatest Mural Ever?

Are You Ready to See the Greatest Mural Ever?

Hands down, the most incredible mural I saw while visiting Lynn, Massachusetts, and perhaps that I’ve ever seen is this collab between JPO and Miss Zukie.

“Zukies are a fluffy and chubby character that don’t talk,” the Peru native said. “They communicate with facial expressions and thought bubbles.”

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They sound like my people!

I’m in love.

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See this mural on Google Maps. Better yet, go see it in person. It is awesome!

Miss Zukie

JPO

Beyond Walls – Lynn, Massachusetts Murals and Vintage Neon

Beyond Walls – Lynn, Massachusetts Murals and Vintage Neon

The town of Lynn, Massachusetts has been incredible-ized by a program called Beyond Walls, which features neighborhood beautification with vintage neon, sculpture and gorgeous murals.

We activate spaces that foster more livable, economically viable, and equitable communities while retaining the voice and integrity of area residents.

On Saturday I zipped up north to take in the sights. It was fantastic. Never having been to Lynn before, I found myself wishing I had company and time to stay the night and explore all the nooks and crannies on foot. The downtown area featured walkable streets with interesting sights. It seemed like a great place to have a drink and go for a stroll on a warm spring evening.

Here are a few of the sights from my day trip:

 

The Very Handsome Muffler Man of Hancock, Massachusetts

The Very Handsome Muffler Man of Hancock, Massachusetts

Well, well, well. Would you look at this dapper gent with his new paint job!

The last time I stopped in for a visit The Big Man was suffering from a heinous case of the peels. This picture was snapped in 2012. He’d even lost his hat. Poor fella.

Seeing him looking so polished does the ole ticker good. Just look at that bowtie!

One of the funny things about Muffler Man repairs is how they become personalized. For example, the Uniontown, PA Bunyan with his bedroom eyes and the Stony Point, NY giant with his muy macho chest hair. Well, get a load of the lunula on this guy!

…and he matches the Bonnie.

Welcome back, handsome!

Welcome to the Pig-Bus Nexus – Enjoy Your Stay

Welcome to the Pig-Bus Nexus – Enjoy Your Stay

A few weeks ago I wondered if once you see a pig car whether or not it opens up some type of channel for the universe to funnel other pig-related vehicles into your atmosphere. Well? The universe made good. It randomly delivered me to another pig bus. The photo isn’t so hot because I had to snap it from a traffic light but – there it was right next to me on the side of the road.

Oink.

Carl’s Oxford Diner
291 Main St
Oxford, MA

A Royal Enfield Adventure Ride in the Berkshires

A Royal Enfield Adventure Ride in the Berkshires

One of the things I love most about the Royal Enfield is that even though it doesn’t go fast, it goes everywhere. Sure, it doesn’t look like the typical “adventure bike” but the little Bullet sure-footedly carries me along gravel and fire roads with confidence. The two of us just scurry along without a care in the world.

The beauty of simple machines.

fuzzygalore royal enfield in the berkshires

It’s challenging to balance a family with two motorcycle riding parents but my husband Kenny and I find ways to make it work. While we were away for the weekend at a cabin in the Berkshires of Massachusetts, we divvied up our time. Saturday was my day to get out and do some forest road exploring on the Enfield, while on Sunday, Kenny got to spend the day braaaaping around on his KTM.

That worked out for the best. These days I’m more of a flower sniffer, squirrel watcher and picture taker while Kenny relishes the challenge and focus of off-road riding.

Last year during the Berskhire Triple, I learned what a capable and fun bike the Royal Enfield is for dirt and unmaintained roads. If there are no major ground clearance issues, you’re golden on the Bullet.

fuzzygalore's royal enfield in the berkshires

On the ride to the cabin, fanciful imaginings of bouncing along leafy lanes with heart-shaped clouds of dust rolling in my wake occupied my thoughts. After unloading all of our gear, I set off the spend the afternoon traipsing around in the autumn sun. The light at this time of the year is almost magical. It takes on a unique hue that gives everything in its purview an amber-colored hug.

goats

Bigfoot’s shadow!

Some goats have perfectly good grass all around them and yet they want what’s on the other side of the fence. It would be so much easier if they just stopped, looked around and took in the goodness within easy reach. Instead, they crane their necks and do things the hard way. Newsflash, goats: same stuff.

royal enfield on lovers lane

I have passed the sign for Lovers Lane a dozen times. And a dozen times the sign disappeared in my rearview mirror and I thought, “next time, I have to stop and see what’s down there.” One day, you just have to make a deal with yourself and go find out what secret has tugged at your curiosity those twelve times before.

If I told you what the secret was, it wouldn’t be a secret!

With the early setting sun, I made my way back to camp around dinner time. It gets dark quickly on those already shady lanes. And as everyone knows, dusk is when deer and chupacabras come out. Though the mighty little Enfield can bounce over ruts and rocks without much fuss, I don’t think you want to tangle with either of those critters. I’m adventurous, but I have my limits.

Royal Enfield Adventure Riding – Kickin’ it Helmet Stories Style

Royal Enfield Adventure Riding – Kickin’ it Helmet Stories Style

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 any time riding off road this year the adventure ride was the perfect choice.

fuzzygalore royal enfield adventure ride

The route featured 140+ scenic miles that rambled through tar, dirt and seasonal roads in the gorgeous Berkshire Mountains. When I first saw the length of the route, my butt contemplated a revolt. Sitting on the Husky TE310 for 140 miles is a unique brand of torture.

My darling Kenny, perhaps half kidding at first, suggested that I do the ride on the Enfield. Laughter ensued. (Not by me.) But you know? It really seemed like the perfect choice. Vir, Harsh and the gang over at Helmet Stories ride their Enfields up and down the Himalayas, for cryin’ out loud. Dirt roads in Massachusetts oughtta be a piece o’ cake, right? Any street bike can do that.

So, I decided that the little Enfield that could would be my steed for the ride.

Again, laughter ensued.

“Hahahahaha, we’ll ride behind you to pick up all the stuff that falls off! Hahahahaha.”

😕 ::shakes fist::

fuzzygalore and kenny

When Kenny and I rolled in to camp, and my pokey, petite, low-slung bike mingled amongst the tall, leggy fleet-footed dirtbikes there was some more doubt that floated around. BUT I BELIEVED in the little Enfield 🙂

When Sunday morning dawned and we made our way to the riders meeting, I pulled in on the little Enfield feeling excited and happy.

fuzzygalore ride staging area

Riding along on the dirt roads the Bullet seemed perfectly at home. The way that it carries its weight and its physical size immediately put me at ease. Strangely enough, I don’t think I’ve ever had quite such an easy comfortable ride on any bike on dirt. The Enfield just happily scampered along through the woodsy roads. We were never far behind any of those leggy orange beasts.

fuzzygalore and the unicorn hunting gang up on mount greylock

By the time the ride was just about to come to a close, while I enjoyed the big pan-like, sprung seat – I watched my fellow riders wiggling around, hanging cheeks off, standing up – trying to find some relief for their sittin’ muscles. THAT was when me and the little Enfield had the last laugh. 😆

The Bullet performed beautifully. Nothing fell off, nothing felt scary or weird. It just motored along, puttering up and down hills like a little mountain goat. It turned out to be the perfect bike for the day. It was the most fun I’d had on a ride… since last time.

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