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Giant Chicken Army – Liberty, New York Edition

Giant Chicken Army – Liberty, New York Edition

Throughout the fall, winter and the cold parts of spring, I spent a lot more time driving than I did riding. Putting the heat vents on your feet, wearing gloves and a hat make driving with the top down on the convertible really lovely. Even down into the 40 degree temps.

Though it was dreary and rainy and the top remained decidedly up, one of my spring day trips in the car was around the Catskills where I’ve ridden many motorcycle miles. Sometimes the heart just wants to wander and so off you go.

We cruised up along the Delaware River, along Route 97 passing through Hawks Nest. Hooking a right on 55, we made our way through the town of Liberty where… what is this now?!

Well, well, well! If it isn’t a card carrying member of the Giant Chicken Army! Serendipity strikes again.

giant chicken army - fiberglass rooster - liberty new york

Do my eyes deceive me or do you too see the paint worn away in what can only be explained as people have clearly been sitting on this fine gentleman?

I myself did not attempt anything of the sort. With my luck I would’ve gotten unceremoniously wedged in the saddle and some bewildered passer by would have had to call the fire department to pry me loose.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?”

[distant hysteria on the line]

“What’s this now, ma’am? Ma’am, please. Ok. Ok, ma’am. Please, I can’t understand you if you keep laughing. Slow down. Pink hair…? Giant… chicken? Seven feet tall, you say?! Stuck? We’re dispatching the jaws of life.”

The corner of Main and Darbee hosts some lovely retrolicious sights. We’re treated to a “drugs” ghost sign, color-blocking and neon, a restored Gold Medal Flour mural, vintage signage and metal cladding hugging olde tyme display windows and decidedly fab swoopy handled doors.

gold medal flour mural - liberty new york

Liberty exudes the smoldering ember vibe that I love. Towns like this always have vintage treasures hiding in plain sight if you just slow down and take a look. Fading Americana.

krugs stationery neon sign liberty new rok
town & country neon sign liberty new york
Vintage Signs Actually Worth Writing Home About – Plymouth, Pennsylvania

Vintage Signs Actually Worth Writing Home About – Plymouth, Pennsylvania

Leaving Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania on Friday morning, I decided to follow Route 11 west for a while. Busy but not too busy two-laners that pass through towns long past their prime are where you can spot some of the aging Americana that I love so much. The riding isn’t so hot, but the gems that cling to life tucked within the folds of a city are often something to write home about. A fading Main Street can hold many old secrets.

When I saw the facade of the Max L. Fainberg & Son furniture store in the town of Plymouth, I pulled a quick u-turn to get a better look. It was like being transported into a Wes Anderson movie.

Gorgeous, right? Looking at it gives me a strange melancholic yet nostalgic tickle inside.

You see, there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. Indeed that’s what we provide in our own modest, humble, insignificant… oh, fuck it.

– The Grand Budapest Hotel

Hang in there, Fainberg’s.

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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