This year I rode the Nightowl down to the 2019 Haystack conference on search relevance. I rode the entire way there with a dead fuel pump. Strange, but true.Continue reading 2019 Haystack Conference and Fuel Pump Saga – Day 1
The traditional first (but not always first) motorcycle tour of the season is the MAMMARY run out to the Chesapeake Bay area near our nation’s capitol. We got a later start than usual. Continue reading Late Departure for MAMMARY
It was time to point a bike towards a long-running annual Par-Tay out west, but life was doing it’s best to get in the way. Continue reading Tearing Myself Away to Ride
Late July means it’s time to join our (mostly) southern netscum for BBQ, laughs, and a ride in the Smokies. Continue reading 2017 MISFIT Run
Having returned home, momentarily, after my trip out to California, I now had to pack right up and continue east to the next party. In spite of the name, this party does not involve gratuitous exposure of the upper female naughty bits (so much the pity). Continue reading 2017 MAMMARY Run
All I had was another 500+ miles to ride to get home for a day before venturing onward with Karen to the next party. Unfortunately, there was a weather system to fight through to get there. Continue reading Home in a Hurry, A Wet Part 4
And herewith, my dear and cherished friends have screwed me over again.
They have conspired to schedule two wonderful fun-filled, food-filled, and riding-filled parties on consecutive weekends… on opposite sides of the country (and we’re not talking Lichtenstein). This will require me to haul ass from our home in Ann Arbor all the way out to California (through several mountain ranges), back home to pick up Karen, and then haul ass out to the Chesapeake Bay Area (the land of boats and righteous crab cakes), all in just over two weeks.
Damn them. Just damn them to hell. Continue reading 2017 SPITS – Introduction and Day 1
After a very enjoyable two days of lazing around Len and Pauline’s cabin, drinking a bit, and eating too much, it was time to get home. Continue reading Blasting Home from SCUM
After my Mad Dash home from the ParTay, I needed to perform the 12,000 mile service on the Nightowl so Karen and I could ride down to the SCUM run. The first day of that southward ride had a little weather excitement. Continue reading Maintenance, Tornado, and the Ride Down to SCUM
As described in the post from two days ago, I’m trying to get home in record time so Karen and I can ride down to the SCUM run in South Carolina next weekend. Yesterday’s challenges were heat and wind. Who knows what plagues awaited me today. Continue reading Mad Dash Day Three