• Stories from the Road

    That Magic box

    The sun was just about over the horizon, another cool December day was coming to a close. It was one of those perfect end of the season riding days. If your riding in the northern parts of the country, you know what I’m talking about. Old man winter is knocking on the door and with the simple change in the jet stream we can have a winter blizzard come into New England just a quickly as the 70-degree days have seemed to have disappeared. I had taken full advantage of this glorious day and spent the majority of it on my Explorer, riding some gravel, pavement and everything in-between. One…

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    Hadlyme CT Country Store and finding happiness

    I had the most wonderful thing happen to me yesterday while on my ride. I had stopped at the Hadlyme Country Market just up the street from the Historic Hadlyme Ferry. If you are not familiar with this area of Conn I suggest you take a ride down and do some exploring. It’s a wonderful place to ride your motorcycle, and you’ll find yourself on some tight little twisty roads that have elevation changes and some challenging corners. Lots of driveways to some grand old properties with some blind corners so you should take a relaxed pace if you want to truly enjoy yourself and soak in the flavor of…

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    Eat well, because breakfast isn’t until the morning!

    Eat well, because breakfast isn’t until the morning! As I pulled into the Stone Cow Brewery at 4pm on a hot and steamy Sunday afternoon I could see a small trailer parked way up on a hill past the cool barn that had smoke Bellowing out from inside the big bbq pits. I called Phil the guy who was in charge of setting up the harvest host travelers. “See the dirt road near the bulldozer” he says, “drive up that road towards the big hay barn. The big field on top of that hill is all yours..enjoy” then hangs up before I have the chance to say thank you or…

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    Because one is always nearer by not keeping still

    “….because one is always nearer by not keeping still..” My plan was pretty simple, I was going to ride off on two wheels watching the setting sun behind me in my mirrors. Capturing moments thru my face shield of my helmet, writing about all my experiences with the twist of my wrist! Ride into small towns I’ve never heard of but only seen on maps. Maybe kiss a few strange girls along the way. Hoping to find my last 1st kiss. I won’t think about the nexts days path until I find myself on it. Ending each day in a new physical location but in the same place in my…