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A Harley guy and a Victory Girl in Key West - Scooter Shenanigans!

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  We lucked out with the minivan idea, finding a place to call home (Boyd’s campground), and having amazing weather gods looking after us. We woke up the next day ready to explore the Keys on 2 wheels. We found a rental place that delivered the scooters directly to our campground – and one scooter was only $50 for 24 hours – what a steal! We got our two identical twin scooters delivered right outside of our minivan.  The guy dropping them off said “There is plenty of gas for 24 hours…” to which Scootertrash and I side glanced at each other and laughed, thinking…” You underestimate us buddy…”.  We then asked a gal how far Key Largo was – she said, “Only a couple hours”, then we added in, “On a scooter.” With an “are you kidding” look, the gal said “No.” And then laughed at us. We hit the road on our little scooters. At the 2 nd red light,  Scootertrash and I looked at each other and had one thing on our mind: “I am totally going to crush you when this light turns green.” To prove our ‘

A Harley guy and a Victory Girl in Key West - playing on scooters and living in a minivan: Part One!

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A Harley guy and a Victory Girl in Key West - playing on scooters and living in a minivan: Part One!  In the midst of the MN winter, I get ancy. Ancy to ride, ancy to feel fresh (WARM) air in my face, ancy to travel. If there is nothing else positive about the CoVid situation, at least there is dirt cheap airfare! It was midnight and a good friend, Scootertrash, messaged me saying he had spent a lot of time in the FL Keys. Having never been to the Keys, the conversation escalated from that to, "We should go there sometime!".  Fast forward a couple of days and I threw out some dates that would work for me in February. He replied, "I could go this weekend!" So there I was, on a random Thursday, looking at and booking flights to FL. And two days later, we were hopping a plane to Fort Lauderdale, destination: Florida Keys. We each checked a bag- I threw in  a tent and sleeping bag just in case and he had a military looking bedroll in tow. The trip started about as crazy

Roadkill Cafe Part 2 - A seemingly close call with a 1943 Walter P38 handgun

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   Half of the fun of riding motorcycle is the random places I find and the interesting people I meet. Part 2 of our stop at Road Kill Cafe in PA - not only was the place interesting, the older gentleman we met as we were leaving cemented the place in our memory for life!   As we started walking out of the Roadkill Cafe in Pennsylvania, an older gentleman, maybe 80-85 years old, tall, thin, dressed in black pants and a blue button down shirt with pends hanging out of the pocket, stopped Stiffy and excitedly put his hand on her shoulder and told us of how bummed his wife was going to be that she missed seeing us (Stiffy).   Stiffy kindly said that he must be mistaking her for someone else as we were not from the area, but the older gentleman was adamant that Stiffy was indeed friends with his wife, who could not come there today because she was ill. Again Stiffy said he must be mistaken and we continued to walk outside. The older gentleman followed and stopped Stiffy in the middle of th

An Unplanned Detour: Roadkill Cafe ~ Artemas, PA

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  Having just rode the entire Blue Ridge Parkway, I was searching the map for the slowest route west – because it was time to head home and I was stalling. From Blue Ridge Parkway, we turned onto Green Ridge Road, and headed north. We were officially in the backwoods of West Virginia. And I mean back woods. Where the only thing we saw for 40 miles was NO TRESPASSING sign after No Trespassing sign – in every size, shape, color, and variation one could imagine.   There were hundreds of them – and not a soul to be seen other than Stiffy who was riding behind me. Then we turned a corner and were stopped by a road construction crew. They didn’t have STOP signs out, instead, they just took over the entire roadway. We stopped the bikes and waited for one of the workers to give us the all clear to continue. Only they never came over to us. They looked at us several times in a very unfriendly way, but not one gave us even a nod or a spin of the finger indicating we needed to turn around. So aft

Goodbye 2020 ~ Hello 2021!!

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Whether you were able to ride and/or travel a little or a lot, 2020 is a year we will not soon forget, for many reasons. I hope that you are able to find a silver lining from 2020 - even if just a sliver. As we roll into the ever awaited 2021, I hope that the new year brings many good things your way.  2020 - what a wild ride it has been! Even with CoVid taking over our nation, and the world, I managed to get over 25k miles on my new-to-me bike. I bought the bike in mid March with 9,334 miles on it and ended the riding season December 22, 2020 - with 34,891 miles. Considering the country wide restrictions that constantly changed state to state, it was a great, yet sometimes challenging, summer of riding. CoVid made finding places to stay a bit difficult, especially on the East Coast, as a lot of places were not accepting tent camping due to needing to use a shared restroom. I made due and when needed, made friends with the camp owners, and almost always managed to at least get a shower

Whittaker Point, Arkansas: An amazing hike with a somewhat hazardous gravel road to get there!

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 Whitaker Point, also called Hawksbill Crag, near Kingston, Arkansas, is the most photographed place in the state of Arkansas. To get to Whitaker Point, there is a 2.9 mile hike that takes roughly 2.5 hours including all the photos ops along the way. The road TO Whitaker Point is a 6 mile gravel road, unmaintained for the most part, with steep inclines, huge potholes, and switchback corners. I waivered a bit on whether or not 4 girls on motorcycles could make it TO the trailhead, but I can't lie, I was bound to do it this year - even if I had to walk/hitchhike to get there. I told the girls that they didn't have to follow me... But I knew they would because they also don't want to miss out on anything, especially a great hike with photo ops at the end!!!  We turned off of 21 onto gravel road #9560, which is straight. For roughly .25 miles. Then the road took a sharp right, followed by a sharp left and from then on, the road 100% matched the reviews I read online: boulders,