Category: photojournal

Memphis As Fuck. May 22 – 24, 2015.

Prepare for food, scooters, and wrasslin’, because that’s what’s happening in Memphis. I reached out to some folks at Memphis Kings SC for things to do and a place to crash, which is how I met Cassi. I’ve come to enjoy the stretching and compressing of time over distance, watching as...

Up In Two-stroke Smoke in Denver. April 1-5, 2015.

Colorado has been the most difficult riding I’ve done so far. I wanted to see scooter friends in Denver, did some research, and picked Salida as a waypoint. It appeared to be the best of both worlds for this early in the year; a cute town, splitting the different...

Travelers of Santa Fe. March 29-31, 2015.

It was a bit of a shock to be back in the rest of America after such an immersive experience in Zuni. I’d been through this region with Tim in the rental car, but it couldn’t have been a more different experience. Everything is different on the scooter. Maybe...

Tamales and Mudheads. Arizona and New Mexico. Mar 22-29, 2015.

In the serendipitous way that is life sometimes, news came that Sash and Steve were staying in Tucson. Plus, a certain celebrity cooking show host, who’s show sold out in RI while I was there, was touring in Tucson… I guess I’m making tracks to Tucson! Every so often,...

Southwestern Car Interlude. March 17-21, 2015.

This map is a bit misleading. Part of the press to turn north again was to meet up with Tim (previously referred to as the Giraffe) for a southwestern road trip. The map above doesn’t cover car territory – this is partly because I’m more concerned with scooter tracks,...

Baja 1159, Part 2 – Now with baby whales! March 10 – 16, 2015.

Where were we? Ah, right, safely and happily ensconced at Mauro’s Posada in beautiful Bahia de Los Angeles. Which of course means I couldn’t sit still. At some point in the previous evenings conversation, someones mentioned, “Are you here to pet baby whales?” “Wait – what? I am now!”...

Baja 1159, Part 1. March 5 – 9, 2015.

How do I even begin this post? Departing from the intensity of the Las Vegas High Rollers rally was a familiar pang of loss. My intermittent scooter family had gone home to real families (puh-leeze), and I was off for a night of camping alone in Joshua Tree National...