8/21 – Totally Rockin’ a Trike
209 miles. Scooting to Bellingham, via Deception Pass (amazing!) and Chuckanut Drive (so pretty). I shared the ride with Triumph Chas, whom I met on the Mukilteo ferry. There were many cool things to draw for today, then I remembered this woman totally rocking out on her trike on...
8/20 – Motorcycle Night & Dessert
Mostly blog catchup and internet tasks during the day, lately. I couldn’t believe how many bikes were at Backfire Motorcycle Night, I felt a bit like I was at a Sturgis again but with greater variety. Also, Hotcakes. That cake is made of booze....
On the Road Again, Angle or Bust. July 28-31, 2014.
For an urbanite with a twist-n-go scoot, I sure do seem to like going to remote places. This week’s journey: the unincorporated community of Angle Inlet, at the northernmost point I can drive the scooter in the contiguous US. And of course, nothing like jumping right in for 300-ish...
8/19 – Food Friends 4 Eva
Oyster happy hour with Gwynne and Megan at The Walrus & The Carpenter. I did only have 2 oysters… 2 each of 3 varieties. And a delicious teepee of whole fried smelt. Foodie friends are the best....
Gear Talk: Sacrifices to the Road
Way better than stock. This post is dedicated to the bits of my scooter that have broken or fallen off thus far.The most noticeable is probably my front left reflector, lost to a fall in rain and rough road in New Orleans. I’ve replaced it with a winged dude...
8/18 – Coffee is not to be underestimated
Catching up at Cafe Racer, under the eyes of bad clown art. I finished that cup of coffee around 4pm, and still had trouble sleeping that night....
8/17 – Fry Bread Friends
248 miles. The westernmost point is actually Cape Alava, but it looked like I could drive a bit closer at Cape Flattery. Plus, it looked scenic so I went there. It’s a lovely ride, twisty, sunny and foggy at times. Remote. Three out of four corners now, Lubec, ME...
8/16 – Floating friends, napping on shore
37 miles. Tried on hats at Swain’s, poked around tide pools in Salt Creek/Tongue Point, sat around a lake, grilled many things, drank spicy margaritas, and launched some cobs towards the Olympics with an enormous slingshot. Good people. I perhaps oversocialized after so much mountain time, and napped like...
8/15 – I can smell the ocean
92 miles. I followed Gwynne, Tom, and Tim in the car to the Edmond-Kingston ferry port, but darted ahead of the line because there’s no wait for motorcycles in WA. It wasn’t until I could smell the ocean and realized it’s not the same as the one I left...
8/14 – All Boss Level Today
303 miles. The finale to the epic scooter ride through eastern Washington rose to a crescendo with Steven’s Pass. If hitting the pea-soup-thick fog made a sound effect, it would be, “PHOOWF.” The fog could have lasted a minute or forever, there was no way to tell. Just an...