Gas Station Madness. It was a small gas station with two islands and four pumps. Brad and I stopped at this gas station two consecutive mornings. No traffic. Easy to fuel up and get on the road. The third morning was borderline chaotic. There was a line o...
There we were, sitting at a bar, one stop away from the final card for our charity poker run game. It would take us 10-15 minutes to ride to the Hannibal VFW to finish the poker run. We were about to leave when a crowd of people show up.&n...
Day 1 riding ended in an eastern New York town called Catskill. We were dodging rain all afternoon. We had to stop before the rain poured down on us. Besides, the sun was setting soon and we’d be in the dark. I saw a sign from the road adver...
Brad is driving the Rock Star Bus and pulling our motorcycles. Once upon a time, we observed what was referred to as “trailer queens.” Motorcycles being pulled on a trailer instead of being ridden. In those younger days, I looked at ...
Conesville, Iowa provides a spot we can easily find each other. Brad travels from Utah, and I’ve been traveling from Virginia lately. In our early years on the motorcycles, we used to select a town that is halfway on a major highway. The fin...
