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Throwback Thursday – A Dusty Virginia Backroad

Throwback Thursday – A Dusty Virginia Backroad

dusty virginia backroad on the triumph tiger

Don’t you love sifting through all of the ride photos that you’ve amassed over the years? Even though you’re busy reminiscing when you look at them, it’s funny how they inspire you to want to get out there and explore some more. The past pushing you forward towards the future.

When I look at this photo from some dusty backroad in Virginia I can’t help but want to feel those feelings of newness and wonder again. The road… she’s calling my name.

Soon, lady. Soon.

Sunday Ride: Soaking up the Autumn Light at the Beach

Sunday Ride: Soaking up the Autumn Light at the Beach

There is something especially beautiful about the morning light at this time of the year. I don’t know if it is the colors that get reflected from the trees and grass, the suns position in the sky or maybe it’s some special pixie dust on the air. It’s like a gift, but one you trade the warm weather for.

triumph tiger at captree state park

This morning, I hopped on the Tiger to head out towards the beach. Sometimes I just need to be near the water.

Though it is a pin straight road, I find something about Ocean Parkway so wonderful and relaxing. Riding along next to the reeds, the dunes, the ocean is just perfect.

I came from the western end of Ocean and rode its length out to Captree Park on the eastern side. There were no other cars, it was just me and my motorcycle thump… thump… thumping across the splits in the roadway pavement.

fuzz at captree park

There was no one else around when I pulled in and parked my bike at Captree. I walked over to a picnic table to take in the view. Most of the time when I go to the water I do nothing more than just to sit there, listening, watching sun glinting on the ripples of the surface.

squinting in the sun

The sun was so strong and the air so cool, I laid back on the table and closed my eyes. Doing nothing is sometimes the best thing to do.

Did you get out for a Sunday Ride today?

Tales of the Reluctant Farkler – Adjustable Windscreen Edition

Tales of the Reluctant Farkler – Adjustable Windscreen Edition

My big complaint about the Tiger has always been that there is a lot of wind noise coming off the front end at highway speeds. After a long day out on the road the din borders on maddening even with earplugs stuffed into my earholes.

For normal people, putting an adjustable windscreen on their Tiger would be viewed as strictly a good thing. Me? I see it as a clear signal that I’m getting old.

You could say that I am a reluctant farkler. Hopefully this new Palmer bracket will help with the racket as I continue hurtling towards the abyss of middle age.

palmer adjustable windscreen bracket

Tomes of information written by people much smarter than me regarding what should be done about the Tiger’s buffeting issues are available everywhere. Tall screen, short screen, something to alleviate the pocket of air that forms behind the screen, yadda yadda yadda. 

My approach to this issue? Let my husband Kenny figure it out while I do something fun instead. That’s one of the benefits of having the same model motorcycle.

Now I just have to get out and put some hard fast miles down to see how it goes. Wish me luck!

Up next, I review orthopedic riding boots and mom-jean riding pants! :-p

RTE: Will Ride for Kane’s Donuts

RTE: Will Ride for Kane’s Donuts

When the alarm clock sounded it’s 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 some time 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.

Kanes Donuts

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.

kanes 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 10am. When I pulled in to the parking lot the patio tables were full. When I walked inside 12 or so people stood on 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 - Kanes 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 go in and out.

Donut, sweet donut. You were worth the ride.

Kanes 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

This Nurse Makes House Calls STAT – On a Triumph Tiger

This Nurse Makes House Calls STAT – On a Triumph Tiger

My friend Dave is a Home Infusion Therapy nurse in California. He spends his days bringing care and comfort to people.

Aside from his superhero day job, he just happens to be a motorcycle nut. He combines work and play by making home visits on his Tiger.

Dave's nifty nurse wheels

Pretty cool, huh? 🙂

Searching for the Normal with a Triumph Tiger

Searching for the Normal with a Triumph Tiger

See this girl?

Fuzzygalore Triumph

She’s pretty happy to be sitting on her Tiger and getting ready to roll into the evening. She… is me.

Wednesday night’s ride on the Tiger was the first one in about 6 weeks. The minute that I swung my leg over it and pressed the start button, I settled into a place that felt like home. There was a sense of normality in the greeting of it’s unmistakable engine note. I didn’t realize just how much I’d been starving for it.

At the risk of bumming you out, I’ve got to say that I’ve been feeling anything but normal. The recent loss of my dad has left an un-fillable hole in my heart. While I’m working towards returning to the me that my dad was proud of ~ I’m wrapped up in feelings of sadness, grief and a sense of guilt. It is a guilt for doing selfish things, for daring to want to be happy. Even though I know that is the very thing he’d want me to be.

When I clicked the bike in to gear and  pulled away I swear that I could hear my dad’s voice rattling around in my helmet, “Hey, Rach!” I guess that is my brain’s way of letting me know that he is still here with me.

I feel like a kook saying it  but it seems like I see signs of him in everything. He was in the unseasonably cool breeze that swirled around me as I stood alone in the parking lot this morning. He was in the lightning that traveled through the clouds as I worked my way through my evening run. He is returned to the Earth and he seems to be everywhere.

While I cut down the road – the Tiger felt so good, so tight, so right. The seat felt firm, the bars were in just the right place. The power stood waiting at the ready and the ease and confidence with which it tipped around corners … normal. THAT was the feeling I’ve been looking for.

With the passage of each mile I unconsciously gave myself permission to just be in that moment. I enjoyed my ride and I felt happy. All of the noise in my head went to sleep. That is one of the most beautiful aspects of riding a motorcycle for me – the moment when it allows you slip into the truest, most open form of yourself.

Motorcycles – they’re good for you.

Fuzzygalore Triumph

Cheers to feeling normal, if just for a little while.

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