Everyone has fears but not everyone’s fears are the same. One of my fears is of deer. Yes, those adorable woodland creatures with the big, beautiful eyes. But when they run across the road in front of you at 75 mph it’s not so beautiful.
So the other day we went to a deer farm to get to know them and learn their ways. I didn’t ask and didn’t want to know why they were on this farm, but I have a feeling that some of these girls are going to end up on a plate.
I realized after a while that wild deer aren’t trying to commit suicide by jumping in front of motorcycles and cars, they’re just trying to live their lives and have fun like everyone else.
Note to self: never tell the others about the farm.
At the Deer Farm 11/8/16
A wise man once said something I’ve always found to be true:
“I don’t want a pickle, I just want to ride on my motor-cicle. And I don’t want a tickle, I’d rather ride on my motor-cicle. And I don’t want to die-I just want to ride on my motor-cy-cle”
But I also believe in being prepared for sudden cravings. It’s brain food you know?
I Want A Pickle
I’ve been in Lancaster, P.A. this week exploring by motorcycle. We went to Gettysburg, Valley Forge, Harrisburg, Maryland, and Bowers among other places. Yes, there is a Bowers, P.A.
Today being the last day I took some photos that I think are typical of things you might see this time of year along the back roads of Pennsylvania.
Next time I plan to be on a new bike, as of now it looks like a Triumph Tiger 800 XRx or BMW F800 GS.
Remember, you do not have to ride like you stole it, unless you actually did.
Photos taken with my Sony RX100, 35mm Film Frame by Tom Niemann at ePaperPress.
Click on each image to see larger.
Cow Town-Route 340
Friends With Benefits
Amish Handmade Brooms!
I just got back from another 4 hour motorcycle ride and I was amazed once again at all the people not wearing the right gear, or any gear in some cases.
Shorts, sandals, a T-shirt, and sometimes not even a helmet. To strap your helmet onto a rack seems to me the height of stupidity, but I see it all the time in states where there is no helmet law.
Remember, even if you only break both legs and an arm you’ll still be sitting home the rest of the summer, staring out the window.
Here we have the lovely Nina Jay on his Yamaha R1, a crazy fast sportbike. I believe he was doing a photo shoot for
Yes, the danger is part of the thrill, but at the end of the night you still want to slip into a soft, satin nightgown and sleep in your own warm bed.
Nina Jay on his Yamaha R1
I put on long cotton underwear, socks, jeans, an old gray sweatshirt, boots, a heavy jacket and no makeup. This may not sound like a thrilling outfit to you, but I went out to ride my motorcycle for the first time in about two months.
She started right up, we went out for about an hour and it was fantastic. But I spent quite a while deciding if I should put it off for another day.
I was worried that the gas might have gone bad, the battery might be dead, there might be too much ice and snow on the roads, and several other things that might go wrong. As foolish as I knew these things were, for some reason it seemed like a big hassle and something to avoid dealing with today.
But a little voice inside my head said something that really helped. It said: “DON’T BE A PUSSY-GET ON THAT BIKE AND GO FOR A RIDE!”
There will always be reasons to put off doing what you really want to do, real reasons and imaginary reasons. As Ted Simon once said about motorcycle travel: “I am learning that it is remarkably easy to do things, and much more frightening to contemplate them.” This is true of everything from going on a diet to going across the world on a Triumph Tiger 100.
I didn’t bring my camera today because I was too busy arguing with myself, so here is a photo I took back in June 2013. Yes, that is a motorcycle pussy.
Motorcycle Pussy guarding my Suzuki DR 650