Memories That Shape Our Futures
A few weeks ago, I published a post called This Must Be The Place. In it, I mentioned a photograph of my dad shaving in a roadside rest stop while my parents vagabonded around...
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A few weeks ago, I published a post called This Must Be The Place. In it, I mentioned a photograph of my dad shaving in a roadside rest stop while my parents vagabonded around...
How many times have you been riding along on your motorcycle enrapt in the most brilliant, concise and clear thoughts? With each passing mile the answers to life’s questions making themselves plain. Your problems?...
In 2005, Kenny and I spent some time visiting Mt. Rushmore. It was something I’d always wanted to see. We did very little planning for the trip. With little more than a few scribbles on...
As a blogger one of the things that I often struggle with is how to call back older content. There comes a time when posts reach the point of no return. So – this...
As a blogger one of the things that I often struggle with is how to call back older content. There comes a time when posts reach the point of no return. They get their...
My parents were vagabonds in the early 70’s, crisscrossing the States in my mom’s ’68 Firebird. I wrote of it a few years ago. This past week on the heels of my photographic trip...
Good health, good times, good friends and a kick-ass family. What more can a girl ask for? Actually there is something; more of all that in 2011. Thanks for reading along, sharing your wisdom...
Rick from keeptherubbersidedown.net posted a blog about having stickers on his motorcycle start a conversation at a stoplight. His blog inspired me to talk about my own sticker collection. That sounds so third grade,...
My Firecracker Red 1996 ZX6R was named Cherry Pie. To say that I loved that bike would be the understatement of the century. Unfortunately she met her untimely demise in a tangle with a...
For your viewing pleasure, 5 popular fuzzygalore.com posts from the archives.
Today I waved goodbye to an old friend. After 11 years together, my ZX6R has finally gone off to dance with another partner.
Leaving Mount Shasta in the early morning we began to work our way south. We were headed towards Redding so that I could see Calatrava
Photographs from Badlands National Park in South Dakota. In May of 2005, Kenny and I rode from New York with the intention of visiting Mount Rushmore. One of the stops that we simply had to make was to visit Badland National Park. Kenny was piloting his 3 week old Triumph Speed Triple and I rode out on my old 98
While out west, we stumbled upon a stretch of road called the King Range National Conservation Area also known as ‘The Lost Coast’. Before leaving for California, I had never even heard of it. I discovered the Lost Coast, reading a small local paper during our trip.
Visiting memory lane, reminiscing about a 2005 motorcycle trip to Devils Tower National Monument in Wyoming.
Sequoia National Park in June of 2008 was the first time that I’d ever laid eyes on what it really means to see a big tree. They’re so huge that it’s quite difficult to capture them in pictures because you can’t actually get the whole tree into the frame and then on top of that you don’t have much to compare to size-wise if you do.