Tuesday, May 6, 2014

So.  Let me tell you about the trucks.

No.  Let me tell you about how dark it is on a country road at midnight.

Naw.  How about how many Italians does it take to change a burned-out brake light bulb?

Wait! Wait! How about first the machine goes, then it stops running, then it starts up and roars away, then it stops, no!, it's running, no!, it's stopped again.  60 MPH, 45, 62, 27, 55.  Will this never end?

I know, how about "Just how hot can a muffler get and what can it do to a camera case?"

Or, perhaps I should do what the King told the White Rabbit: Begin at the beginning, and go on till you come to the end: then stop.

I was born in New York City in Nineteen Thirty..... perhaps this is too much of a beginning.

I ride a Piaggio BV 250, that gets off the mark like a screaming banshee and doesn't flatten out until about 72: topping off at 82 to 87 depending upon how she feels (since I have no other explanation for the five-mile-an-hour difference).  Not that I normally go much over 40, but there are times when necessity is the driving force.

The aim of my trip was 1) to visit my family - scattered all over the lot (as the expression goes), and 2) to do it by riding the backroads of our wonderful country.

My first day ended in Montgomery, NY which I reached via Route One, Nine and Four in Maine into Rollinsford, NH and the Black Bean Cafe.  (I never pass up an opportunity to eat at this wonderful small jewel).

From there is was 202 and Nine through NH into Brattleboro, VT.  Riding Nine through Vermont along the rivers and through the National Forest was worth the trip all by its self.

From there it was 22 south, sliding over to Nine again and crossing into NY at Kingston.  Once in New York, it was 32 down to 208 and on to Montgomery: and a well deserved rest (along with a fabulous Easter Dinner).

End Day One, and other than me dropping my machine by slipping on sand while making a U-turn, it was a bee-yout-tea-full ride.


  1. Mike - I'm going to have to pull out a map now. Glad you are posting the route along with the happenings along the way (who carries light bulbs - right?)

  2. You are so right. As I told Bob Scoot... When was the last time you changed a brake light bulb in your car?
    Yeah, grab a map, it's a wild ride.

    1. I carry one on the bike since there used to be only one brake light and I always wanted it to work.

      I'm trying to find a map as well.

    2. I now have three in my pocket... although one of them is burned out. I can mail one to you and hope it's not the bad one......

  3. Mike:

    we are all learning from you. I wanted to carry a headlight but mine are just everyday H4 which are found at most auto supply shops, but now I may carry a brake light. I check my rear lights in the car all the time by looking in window reflections, it's easy peesy

    I have learned to not leave my camera in the underseat compartment. It is just above the engine and there is no ventilation. Heat destroys the oil in your lens and is not good for the LCD display.

    I am going to consult my maps too. Your rides are so exciting and I'm glad you got your stalling engine sorted out. Fuel filter ? Bad gas ? at least you arrived safely

    A weekend photographer or Riding the Wet Coast

    1. Bob: If the camera suffered by being under the seat, that would have been okay. It wasn't. It was foot loose and fancy free attached to my seabag on the pillion seat, ready to ride and spread the... eh, no, to ride and slide down to visit the muffler.
      As to the stalling..... Ha! Stand by one....

  4. Hot muffler and a camera case - I know that didn't end well.

    So glad you had a great trip. It wasn't without its issues but you seemed to rise above all adversity and enjoyed.

    1. Yes. Or, as my friend said, "Mindlessness is so great. You have a great day and that's good. You have a bad day and that's good too."
      You are right. My camera story is a sad, sad tale. And..... wait until my BRW learns of the event. I may be on another LONG road trip very soon.