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,...

Navigation is an entirely personal process, but I’ve been asked often enough about my system that here’s a post about it! As far as picking where to go, I’ve come to plan around fixed-place dates (weddings, graduations, rallies), friend’s places, work deadlines, and climate. Then I fill it in...

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,...

I feel like I’ve lived at least 5 lifetimes in the past year. I was going through the things I put in storage in May 2014, back when I was expecting to return to them 4 months later (ha!). It struck me how hard I worked over the course...

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!”...

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...

I’ve managed to catch up a few drawings, but the photo posts are taking a long time to put together (the memories are just too fantastic!). A few work deadlines are dominating my energy, while I take advantage of having access to a reliable scanner, printer, and desk space....

79 miles. Ski’s Shrimp Run holds a special place in my heart for being the first scooter rally I ever attended. I’d never heard of such and event, but saw a poster for it on a work visit to Portland, ME. I rode up by myself and camped, both...

267 miles. The fog is a living thing up here, clinging to dark islands. My rear tire is bald, I’ve got an appointment with Tri-Sports in Brunswick, ME to make. Not to mention, a rally!...

288 miles. Things seemed to quiet down after Bangor. Just logging and lakes. This is it. Whatever remaining framework there was to my life, it’s exploded now. I honored a commitment I made to myself, though it took nearly 15 months (I’m not sure I’ve ever even stuck to...