After traveling nearly 11,000 miles and being on the road for a couple of month …. I was reminded by our weekend ride …… that New England is a great place to ride and to live.
Category: Just My Thoughts
The Story of the RHG Silver Bullet Hauler
This is the story of the RHG Silver Bullet Hauler. It starts with training at RawHyde Adventures in Colorado. Includes a brief notoriety of the infamous “Trail Boss” and some disclaimers! It’s not intended to be taken too seriously…. it was a cold snowy day and I found some photos of the Silver Bullet build. Thus, the post 😉
Motorcycles & Railrider Cycling
Sometimes you don’t need a motor or a narrative.
Motorcycles and Museums
I had no plans for the next day. I woke that Saturday and decided to go to town to get a coffee. There is only so much instant “camp” coffee one can have.
I rounded the corner past the old bowl mill and sited some activity around the Weston Historical Society Museum. The museums, three buildings in all were located on the town green. Idyllic and picturesque…… I was drawn in.
The Story of the Restore Hope Retreat
I was in a slump. It had been a couple of months since my ill-fated Continental Divide Run had ended.
And I had gotten myself, my broken BMW GS and all my riding gear home. And yes, there was also my flight trip back to Louisiana to retrieve my truck and trailer…. In the end, it was about 8,000 miles of travel……. buy truck, motorcycle, U-Haul, airplane, and an empty trailer home.
It had all left me devoid of interest to take on any new adventure or road trip. Everything from the trailer to the bike and ALL the trappings had been cleaned and stored away. It was as if winter was upon us, and it was time to hibernate.
New England Afternoon in August
A long ways from the Wyoming desert. Reminded by today’s ride of the beauty of my New England
Colorado Divide Run – Until the Third Day
Colorado Divide Run – End of the Run & Lessons Learned
A Post Quinndom Retrospective on Retirement
One Year After ……. I’ve Gone Home. Retirement is illusive for most of your life. It’s a brass ring on the carousel ride we call life. The timing was right to swallow the reality of it was my time to move out of the way. What came next?
Contrasting Worlds….. how will history view us.
I took a new drone out today and visited the pristine Canterbury Shaker Village. By the time I got home to look at the footage the nightly news was on. Somehow those two worlds came together in this post.