Today I would attempt to perform some scheduled maintenance on the Nightowl and revisit a good BBQ place from a different trip a few years ago. Continue reading Service Challenges and Good BBQ
Since I rode further yesterday than planned, I was able to splurge an entire day to cross Utah and experience it’s natural wonders… and fickle weather patterns. Continue reading Canyons, Red Rocks, and Snow Flurries
As a part of the ongoing effort to get to Fins and Vina’s SPITS party in California, the goal for today was very simple: get the rest of the Great Plains behind me. Continue reading Wind, Tank Test, Light Show, and Mexican Food
After a lazy morning and indulgent brunch, I had a long afternoon and evening to get in the day’s requisite miles. Continue reading Great Plains or Bust
It was the day that I was due to leave on this summer’s foray towards the west coast and I had yet to choose a route. I ended up letting my stomach decide for me. Continue reading Going with Your Gut (literally)
We had a fairly easy ride from north of PIttsburgh to the Chesapeake Bay area to attend Mitch and Kathy’s MAMMARY Run. (By the way, that’s Mid-Atlantic, Myersville, Maryland, Annual Run, Yup.) We made good time eastbound along the Pennsylvania Turnpike to the crazy interchange-community of Breezewood, PA.
Continue reading Avoiding the 495
I had the Cruiser all packed and ready to rock when I was at work on Friday. I needed to get a few things done so I was unable to leave a little early at 3:30pm as planned. Instead, I escaped around 4:10pm and pointed the handlebars up I75 to pick up Karen and head east.
Continue reading Night departure for New England
This was going to be a full day. For group activities, we knew we had a lunch ride and a steak dinner on the schedule. Between those appointments was going to be an impromptu meet with one of Karen’s friends up in Baltimore. Would the weather be too hot? Would the thunderstorms leave us alone? Only time would tell.
Continue reading Wandering out east
The following is my breakfast waffle from the Super8 in Amarillo, Texas. Apparently Texans are proud of their waffles too. 🙂