6/18 – Old Rt 129
218 miles, lost a couple hours to rain. We found a cozy cabin in Robbinsville though, at Simple Life, and shared conversation and a campfire with motorcycling neighbors....
6/17 – Screen time outside hostel
271 miles. Beautiful ride through Lookout Mountain, thanks to Win from Bamarides for the suggestion. Goodbye, southern swampiness, hello mountain air! When we rolled in they were shooting a commercial outside the hostel, Crashpad, and gave us $30 to park the bikes in the shot – yay, dinner! ...
6/16 – Dog wants that feather boa
347 miles today. I’ve been out too late in New Orleans having fun. Riding with Davide this week! He showed up with a feather boa around his handlebars, and I knew it would be ok. It’s nice to know I can cover this kind of mileage in a day,...
6/15 – Not feeling like scooter service
I might have been feeling a bit worn out from festivities. Autozone guy was patient with me at least....
6/14 – Bourbon St was inevitable
Also had a grand time tearing around the city with John on his Chetak and Michael on his 469, following them to pick up artwork from the Frenchman Art Market. I loved scooting down those tree lined boulevards....
6/13 – Rocket and Sock-it
An unreal day, thank you to Hank for showing me around the set!...
6/12 – Two-Hundred Scooters on the Spillway
Kicking off Amerivespa this weekend with an all day, 150 mile ride to Abita Springs and back to Transportation Revoltuion!...
6/11 – Powdered Sugarsplosion
I haven’t figured it out, and I may die trying. Thanks for lunch, company, and kindness at Coop’s Place, Anthony!...
6/10 – Getting Work Done
Scooter’s revenge, for abandoning her that Wednesday night in Atlanta to hang out with other scooters. No mileage today, except sad miles to the Apple store and a CVS for an ankle wrap. I’m on the mend, scooter is fine, had a phone freak-out but that’s fine too. I...
6/9 – My Head is a Hurricane
228 miles, but some of it was ferry. Killed some time with a couple gentlement at Lafitte’s Blacksmith Shop Bar, where the hurricane went to my head. Finished the evening with my Airbnb host, Amy, tagging along for live music at Cafe Instanbul by the Food Co-op. It’s magical,...