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Summer 2015 – Sturgis Bound

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 1, 2015 by Pat Regan

Plans change!

My original plan had me headed west from Chicago after seeing the Grateful Dead. Plans changed. I was exhausted and in my haste I realized I had not packed well for a cross country adventure. So, I went back home to NYC.

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No worries. Truth be told, I was having fun in NYC hanging with Jillian and friends. We went to a friend’s restaurant to celebrate Bastille Day!

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I kept setting dates to get back on the road and for one reason or another I justified a postponement. If it’s not too hot NYC can be a place to hang. Here is a situation of a guy who definitely paints what he sees. There are naked people in the sun all over his painting!

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This painter chose a shady setting with a less shady subject matter.

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Another cool thing about NYC is the things you run into. Here is a model shoot by Bethesda Fountain.

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But here’s my favorite model. Jillian took me to see the new Whitney Museum before I made my way West!

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Donald Judd make for a nice frame.

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Time was passing quickly. If I was going to get any motorcycle adventure going I had to go. Now it was do or die. The coast to coast ride was out of the question. But I’ve done it 6 times and ridden 48 states already. At this point there was just not enough time for #7. But one thing I’ve always been determined to do was to go to Sturgis 75! Me at 50 and Sturgis at 75. It seemed like two solid numbers that had to be united!

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One last kiss and it was time to hit the road!


And he’s off!


So I am on my way. I couldn’t bare to take the same route as I did when going to Chicago, but I had to make time. So I took the Interstate but a different one than I had taken to see the Dead. At Harrisburg I shot north for my first night of camping at Clear Creek State Park. It was good to be back outdoors again!

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I heard about a ghost town in Northwestern PA called Pithole City. It was the site of the first commercial oil well in the United States. More oil strikes nearby prompted Pithole’s population to rapidly increase to 20,000. Within 12 years time the oil was tapped. That and some raging fires dwindled Pithole to a ghost town status.

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Here is a diorama of how Pithole looked in it’s heyday! Unfortunately for me there is nothing left but a small museum and impressions of some of it’s streets. Any evidence of it’s structures had long disintegrated or burned to ground.

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The next day I crossed into Ohio. I took Route 244! I felt I had taken this road before. 244 seemed real familiar to me. The site of this grand old house confirmed it. I zipped passed it a few years ago heading East and neglected to take a photo of it. Not this time.

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As I rolled through these old Ohio highways I realized there were no State Parks in the area. The only thing I could find was an off the beaten path private campground. In the past I haven’t done well at these types of places. Most are designed for RV’s. This one however had a great little tent spot right on their lake. It was like I was the only person there. So a thumbs up for Powell Creek Campgrounds.

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And here’s it’s namesake, Powell Creek.

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Last year I introduced Bonnie to Bonneville Dam in Oregon. This time around I notice a Bonneville Mill on the map. Or so I thought. My eyes aren’t as good as they once were. When I arrived at the mill I saw that it was actually Bonneyville Mill. It was still a nice stop on the journey.

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I guess they put these red and white tape strips on the chromed out oil tanks to prevent people from taking selfies.  I am not really sure why they do it. Anyone out there know?

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On this night I was headed to Johnson Sauk Trail State Park to camp for the night. I had stayed here a few years back. It’s a really nice wooded campsite and only cost $8 for the night. On the way I saw some vintage machines in a nearby town.

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I was taking photos of these beauties when a garage door open and a guy rolled out on a Bobcat. His name was Lynn and he invited me inside to see his man cave garage. Super cool! Inside he had it decorated with all sorts of automotive antiques. Also inside was this rare 1957 GMC Suburban. Beautiful!

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We hung out and talked for a while. Turns out Lynn is headed to Sturgis too. See ya at the Chip Lynn!

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And here is the campsite. Hammock heaven!

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Someone didn’t finish their meal.

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One of the coolest things at this park is an old round barn stable a farmer had made in 1910 for his Angus Beef herd.

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I love riding cross country but for one thing. Storms. Further north there was a monster of a storm. I headed south to try to avoid it as I moved West. Unfortunately I still caught the tail end of it.

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I finally crossed the Mississippi River a lot further South than I had planned.

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As I entered Burlington Iowa, I figured I would have to change all my plans and set a new route West. It’s strange after leaving NYC I kept seeing the Statue of Liberty. There was one in the middle of a river in Harrisburg PA and here was another in Burlington Iowa.

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Also in Burlington is Snake Alley the once recognized crookedest road in the States by Ripleys Believe it or Not.

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I decided I could go North and resume my original plan. I was going to ride around this giant storm. On my was along the Mississippi I stopped by an ancient Native American mound site. They can be found up and down the Mississippi River valley.

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Then came a genuine treat to my detour. If you’ve read this blog you know I love to visit places of historical significance. But this next stop would take me to a site of significance that wouldn’t come for another 300 plus years! Welcome to Riverside, Iowa, future birthplace of Captain James T. Kirk.

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I moved North through Clinton, Iowa. I passed through this town once before to try some Flava Flav’s Fried Chicken only to find out it had already gone out of business.

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I crossed the Mississippi again and headed up it’s East coast for a bit.

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After a crazy day of zig zagging in all directions I was wiped out. Tonight I would get a hotel in Dubuque, Iowa. In the morning as I was packing up the bike, I noticed that my kickstand was glistening. Then I noticed a drip stain under the bike. Uh oh, something was leaking. Not cool.


I’d keep riding and hope it was a minor issue. I would then go to a magical place just outside of Dubuque. If you have seen the movie Field of Dreams then you know what I mean.


The movie set is kept in pristine condition just as it was in the movie.


Kids play baseball on the same field where Ray Liota emerged from the cornfields as Shoeless Joe Jackson outfielder for the disgraced 1919 White Sox team.


Also on this day Frank Dardis one of the ghost players from the movie was in attendance.



I continued on up the river but that oil drip was really started to worry me.


On this night I would camp out at Frontenac State Park just outside of Red Wing MN. I bought a quart of oil to keep it topped off as it leaked.


I figured in the morning I would go to a Triumph dealer in Minneapolis, but when I started up the bike that drip was nearly a pour. It was really spewing out and I couldn’t figure out the source. I also couldn’t loosen  the cap to put more oil in. Luckily I caught Coach Ken as he was pulling out. Ken is a super nice guy, former teacher and football coach who happened to have a huge screwdriver that helped my pry that thing open. Thanks Ken.

I called a shop in Red Wing knowing I couldn’t make itand they said they could take me right away. It was just 10 miles away but with all that oil dripping I was afraid it might grease my rear tire and take me out. The problem could have been anything from the filter to a crack in the engine block. Lucky me, it was the filter. It ruptured. I was in and out of the shop in 15 minutes. Amazing! A big thanks to John at Red Wing Motorsports!


Then I could resume my real purpose for being in Red Wing. I was there to see the worlds largest boot!


The next stop is a place I’ve wanted to visit for a while. The Runestone Museum in Alexandria, Minnesota. The Runestone is a tablet discovered in Kensington that dates back to the 1300’s with Viking writings on it.



In the museum are also some creepy dioramas.


Outside they have some old homes, a school, a church and some cabins that were moved from their original locations.




The creepiest display of all was this one with a stuffed dog on a carpet. But it was good to finally see the Runestone.


I zipped across Minnesota and camped out at Roy Lake in South Dakota.


I got a beautiful spot right on the lake. Very nice.



From here I had one last stop before Sturgis. I wanted to visit Sitting Bull’s grave. So I crossed the Missouri River and paid a visit to one of the greatest Native American leaders of all time.


Sitting Bull’s grave overlooking the Missouri River.


Now it’s Sturgis time!

What a Long Strange Trip It’s Been!

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on July 6, 2015 by Pat Regan

The Grateful Dead

It seems that the Grateful Dead and I are both celebrating our 50th birthdays this year. When I first heard about the 3 final shows the Grateful Dead would reunite for, I readied myself at the computer and clicked away being repeatedly rejected as the 3 nights quickly sold out. I soon gave up hope of participating at this final event on July 4th weekend. Then in April my good friend Brian offered me a Sunday night ticket to the last Dead show ever in Chicago (or anywhere else for that matter) as a birthday gift. Thanks B.


July 4th weekend came around and it was time to get to Chicago. Many of my friends were headed there from various places. Some of them were flying in, some rented a car then would fly home, but no one was road tripping in both directions between NYC and Chicago. So I hopped on Bonnie and headed west.


I hadn’t time to plan or pack properly. I tried to pack as if I were going on an extended journey. I tried. Immediately I began to realize I had left things behind for a long trip. Whatever, I was going to Chicago regardless. Nothing was stopping me. Then POP! My rear inner tube blew! I’ve always wondered what happens in such a situation. In this case, it turns out it wasn’t that bad. I heard a muffled poof and felt a jiggle. Then it felt like bumps in the road. But when I pulled over I saw my rear flat tire. I called AMA for help. They are a reliable service. But while the operator put me on hold to check for places in the area, this guy from the Indiana Toll Road Service showed up. His name was Dennis and he was super helpful. Before the AMA operator returned to the call, Dennis had already dispatched a tow and called his wife to check the size of an old tire he had in the garage. He said I could have the tire and his wife would bring it to the place where I was being towed to. Thank you sir!


It turns out my tire was fine and I just needed a new tube. The tow truck came in a short while and the bike shop was in the nearby town.


Tragedy averted. The truck brought me to North End Cycle, a fully equipped bike shop and showroom.


My inner tube had completely exploded! They had my size in stock and I would be on my way toward Chicago in a little over an hour.


Besides a large showroom of new and used bikes, North End Cycle had this classic police trike in the back.



Back on the road. Another 200 miles and I rolled in to Chicago!



Because of the blow out I arrived in Chicago much later than planned. At this point all my friends had gone to the show already. I found the hotel where I would be staying this night, dropped off my bags, parked the bike, hopped on the subway and headed to Soldier Field.


I had no ticket for this night and I had a lot of company in that respect.


Folks all over the surrounding area of the stadium walked around with their fingers raised hoping for a ticket into the sold out show.




People everywhere were looking for tickets.






That dude on the left is holding up a wad of cash instead of a finger.



I figured there was no way I was getting into the show this night.


Then as I approached one of the tunnels into the stadium I heard someone offering someone a ticket for $250. Then he quickly went down to $200. The guy rejected the offer. I walked up and said that I just rode in from NYC and would love to see the show. He said “New York City! Do you know AJ?”  Uh, no. Then he offered me the ticket for face value! YES! I was in!


Amazing! I met up with my friend Gral and more than 70,000 happy people to see the end of an era.


There was some question about Jerry Garcia’s replacement. Those huge shoes were filled by Trey Anastasio from the band Phish. Trey took on the task with the enthusiasm of a kid in a candy store and did an exceptional job.


Set One

  • “Box Of Rain” (Phil Lesh lead vocals)
  • “Jack Straw” (Bob Weir and Phil Lesh lead vocals)
  • “Bertha” (Trey Anastasio lead vocals)
  • “Passenger” (Bob Weir and Bruce Hornsby lead vocals)
  • “The Wheel” (Bob Weir, Phil Lesh, Trey Anastasio, Bruce Hornsby vocals)
  • “Crazy Fingers” (Trey Anastasio lead vocals)
  • “The Music Never Stopped” (Bob Weir lead vocals

Set Two

  • “Mason’s Children”
  • “Scarlet Begonias” (Trey Anastasio lead vocals)
  • “Fire On The Mountain” (Bruce Hornsby lead vocals)
  • “Drums”
  • “Space”
  • “New Potato Caboose” (Phil Lesh lead vocals)
  • “Playing In The Band” (Bob Weir lead vocals)
  • “Let It Grow” (Bob Weir lead vocals)
  • “Help On The Way” (Trey Anastasio lead vocals)
  • “Slipknot!”
  • “Franklin’s Tower” (Phil Lesh lead vocals)
  • “Ripple” (encore, Bob Weir and Phil Lesh vocals)


I bumped into Rob, a guy I hadn’t seen in over a decade. And coincidentally he had sold my other friends extra tickets for Saturday’s show! Woo Hoo! I was good for all three nights!



The next day I moved to my friend Jake’s Hotel at the Langham. This joint was first class! Thanks Jake!


Happy 4th of July!

On Saturday we left early and headed toward the stadium.




Grant Park is between the hotel and Soldier Field. The Art Institute of Chicago is within the park much like the MET in NYC.


Anish Kapoor’s Cloud Gate is aside the museum. Commonly known as The Bean, it reflects the city and all who approach it.


The crew.



Also in the park is the beautiful pavillion designed by Frank Gehry.


We brought a nerf football. B Fox nabs a long toss from Elks.



Today there was time to do the whole scene. On the south side of the stadium is the parking lot where the Deadhead equivalent of a tailgate party is taking place. This is what is missing at any other event that has taken place in Dead reconfigurations or solo acts in the past twenty years. This scene is strictly Grateful Dead.


Chicago was truly welcoming to the Grateful Dead fans. Security was present but unnoticeable and people freaked freely!


This motley medly of friendly folk surrounded the stadium.


Pin Heads!


Captain Jack!


This dude was super proud to have ridden his bike down from Saskatchewan, Canada!



These ladies were offering ecrutrements as a little extra flashy accessory.


I’m Uncle Sam. That’s who I am!


The parking lot grill offering yummy kabobs!



I bumped into this girl who had done a cross country trip of her own which she proudly displays as a colorful tattoo on her arm.


People of all ages prepared for the big July 4th show.



…and young.


Of course people drove their old buses to the show.


This camper was hooked up.


They offered me a seat and a bottle opener as I passed.



You will see your share of cool old cars too.


And the vanity tags which say, “Please pull me over!”




It would not be a Dead show without a Hare Krishna pass by.



The files of people calmly flowed closer and closer to the stadium.


On this night, I didn’t need my ticket. I had one, I just didn’t need it. As I approached the stadium someone threw the door open at gate 5 and started waving people in. So I entered Soldier Field unimpeded. Between the Doric columns from the original 1924 facade and the 2003 renovation The flocks flowed for a second night of good times!






Set One

  • “Shakedown Street” (Bob Weir lead vocals)
  • “Liberty” (Bob Weir lead vocals)
  • “Standing On The Moon” (Trey Anastasio lead vocals)
  • “Me & My Uncle” (John Phillips cover, Bob Weir lead vocals)
  • “Tennessee Jed” (Bob Weir, Trey Anastasio, Bruce Hornsby lead vocals)
  • “Cumberland Blues” (Trey Anastasio, Phil Lesh, Bob Weir, Bruce Hornsby vocals)
  • “Little Red Rooster” (Willie Dixon cover, Bob Weir lead vocals)
  • “Friend Of The Devil” (Phil Lesh lead vocals)
  • “Deal” (Trey Anastasio and Bruce Hornsby lead vocals)

Set Two

  • “Bird Song” (Phil Lesh lead vocals)
  • “The Golden Road (To Unlimited Devotion)” (Trey Anastasio and Bruce Hornsby lead vocals)
  • “Lost Sailor” (Bob Weir lead vocals)
  • “Saint Of Circumstance” (Bob Weir lead vocals)
  • “West L.A Fadeaway” (Bruce Hornsby lead vocals)
  • “Foolish Heart” (Trey Anastasio lead vocals)
  • “Drums”
  • “Space”
  • “Stella Blue” (Bob Weir lead vocals)
  • “One More Saturday Night” (Bob Weir lead vocals)
  • “U.S. Blues” (encore, Bob Weir lead vocals)













This dude climbed the lamp post like a monkey and swiped a few of the Steal Your Face banners hanging along the road.


I lost everybody I was with at this show, so I took the long walk back on my own and snapped some night shots.











This is it! The last show ever. But it’s more than that. It is the end of this scene that only happens at this event. An era in a place where even the grumpiest folks wear a smile.



Set One

  • “China Cat Sunflower” (Trey Anastasio and Bruce Hornsby lead vocals)
  • “I Know You Rider” (Tossi Aaron cover; Trey Anastasio, Bruce Hornsby, Phil Lesh, Bob Weir vocals)
  • “Estimated Prophet” (Bob Weir lead vocals)
  • “Built To Last” (Bruce Hornsby lead vocals)
  • “Samson and Delilah” (traditional, Bob Weir lead vocals)
  • “Mountains Of The Moon” (Phil Lesh lead vocals)
  • “Throwing Stones” (Bob Weir lead vocals)

Set Two 

  • “Truckin'” (Bob Weir lead vocals)
  • “Cassidy” (Bob Weir lead vocals)
  • “Althea” (Trey Anastasio lead vocals)
  • “Terrapin Station” (Phil Lesh and Bob Weir lead vocals)
  • “Drums”
  • “Space”
  • “Unbroken Chain” (Phi Lesh lead vocals)
  • “Days Between” (Bob Weir lead vocals)
  • “Not Fade Away” (The Crickets cover; Trey Anastasio, Phil Lesh, Bob Weir, Bruce Hornsby vocals)
  • “Touch of Grey” (encore 1, Trey Anastasio, Bob Weir, Bruce Hornsby vocals)
  • “Attics of My Life” (encore 2, Trey Anastasio, Phil Lesh, Bob Weir, Bruce Hornsby vocals)





The fireworks on this night were phenomenal!


We were sitting high, so the explosions were right before us!





So much fun was packed into a solid weekend with 3 fantastic shows and great friends!



Instead of flooding out with the masses we watched the 70,000 people slowly filter away corralled by the gentle touch of the hired security.


And then it was over. At least for most of us. We all packed up and headed to or respective homes. Most of my friends flew home. I packed up Bonnie and did a solid two days of riding back to NYC. My boy Gral however went to Gibson’s Steakhouse and had one last GD experience. Nice one Gral!


The ticket stubs to my first show March 7, 1981 and my last show July 5, 2015! In the middle is the first night of the weekend. The mail order tickets were printed from designs of envelopes people had sent in, (a Grateful Dead tradition).


Fare Thee Well

Split’n Lanes & Dodgin’ Gutters!

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on May 18, 2014 by Pat Regan

The motorcycles lined up on either side of the street outside Brooklyn Bowl to salute what I hope will be a continued annual event. Split’n Lanes & Dodgin’ Gutters! That’s the name of the 1st annual classic motorcycle show at Brooklyn Bowl today. Bikes of all kinds paralleled Wythe Street to guide you toward the entrance of the iconic Brooklyn venue.



With an already outstanding reputation as a state of the art bowling alley, restaurant and concert hall, Brooklyn Bowl hosted a bike show!


Inside, the concert floor and stage gave home to about 40 or so vintage machines dating back to the 20’s. The bikes were bathed in the dramatic house lighting as a montage of vintage motorcycle movies played to the cool sounds of the DJ throughout the venue.




There was a pleasant casual atmosphere here on this Sunday afternoon. People were friendly and the bikes were spaced out nicely so you could take a good look at all of them.



As I was crouching down between an Indian and a Vincent for a detail shot, I heard some rumbling behind me. It was Matt from the NYC Triumph Riders Club who I met while riding down to Maryland last month with a guy named Andrew (another club member) who happens to be a follower of this blog.


I love the NYC Public School doorknob suicide clutch. I have worked in schools that still have these old knobs on the doors. I want one!


Some of my best friends are Knuckleheads, but they are not quite as old as this classic ’46.


It’s time to let the pictures do the talking. Enjoy the show!



















Thank you Brooklyn Bowl for hosting this excellent event

On the way home I thought I’d stop by to see the Kara Walker installation. That line of people continues inside the gate and goes beyond the Domino factory in the background alongside the bike path. I opted to return another day.


I didn’t ride there, but I returned for the Kara Walker installation the following week. It was awesome so I will include it here anyway.

Kara Walker at the Domino Sugar Factory

I waited in that long line that I opted out of when I first saw it last week. It was well worth the wait. Once inside the old Domino Sugar factory you become entranced not only by Kara Walker’s remarkable sculptures but by the visual impact and sweet smells of the decaying molasses crusted beams and rustic walls holding up the monstrous factory itself. It’s mesmerizing!




These bigger than life size children are made in molds with the same candy substance that lollipops are made from. The have also been coated in molasses and sugar.




After spending some time inside you can better appreciate the long line outside. The staff really spaced the incoming traffic well so that there is never overcrowding inside.




These five foot high laboring children slowly melt in the late Spring heat leaving syrupy puddles about them.




The giant sphinx made of sugar is awe inspiring. She fills this cavernous candy cathedral with exaggerated features framed within the old support beams of the factory.



The incoming natural and subtly placed artificial light both illuminate and penetrate these delicately featured characters to numerous reflecting and glowing effects.





The End.


Oh wait, a little more sugar before we go.


Once the Kara Walker show is over the building will be demolished. New housing will be built here adjacent to the future renovated part of the factory you see in the background.


There are a lot of nice spots for a cocktail or a fine brew throughout the Williamsburg area of Brooklyn as well.


5 Years

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on April 17, 2013 by Pat Regan

This week marked the 5th anniversary riding the Triumph Bonneville. Now the winter has passed and a new season of great riding weather begins. That’s me below with my second Bonnie on the anniversary date last week. The first one (’07) was stolen on Memorial Day in 2009. It was quickly replaced with this ’09 model in June. She is still riding great with over 52,000 miles on her. When the ’07 was stolen it had just under 18,000 miles on it. Do the math. 5 years…70,000 glorious miles.

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Recently however not a whole lot of miles have been tipping over on that odometer. It’s been cold and I’ve been busy. First a trip with my girl to Paris kept me busy. Paris is awesome. We saw a few fine machines around town.

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This mean looking BMW was parked on the sidewalk.

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This BMW was one of many motorcycles and scooters parked on the streets of Monmartre. You have to give credit to those who ride in Paris. Rush hour is wild. Cutting lanes in Cali is kids play compared to the moves you will see in this city.

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I’m not sure what bike this is. It’s got Bonnie style.

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The Eiffel Tower adds an orange glow to the headlight of this old Vespa.

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We saw this Thruxton on the way to the D’Orsay Museum. It had some nice extras. I was really eyeballing those side mirrors, but after some recent tight spots in NYC I think I’ll keep my mirrors between the bars.

When we returned from Paris we had an opportunity for a ride about town.

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We rode over to one of the few undeveloped spots along the East River. It won’t be undeveloped for long. What a view!

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Calvary Cemetery in Queens is a serene spot with an unusual view of the city.

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On to Brooklyn we had a look at some vintage bikes.

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Then to Williamsburg for some fish tacos and delicious drinks at the Surf Bar.

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Ended the ride with a sunset in Manhattan.

Then Bonnie sat idle again as we went to Florida. In Florida the only riding I did was on this baby below at the local Goodwill.

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Instead of a bike we opted for this little Smartcar.

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That little sucker is fun to drive. It’s like sitting in an 80MPH amusement park ride.

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Back in NYC! The weather is showing signs of warming up. It’s time to get Bonnie inspected and registered. Jillian and I rode up to Cycle Therapy for an inspection. While waiting we checked out some of their bikes upstairs.

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Bonnie passed inspection. We rode back downtown during rush hour. I pushed it. It got a little crazy at times. On my back was my girl. Cool, without worry. She said if it gets too scary, she’ll just close her eyes and hold on tight. Nice.

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I sign out with some random shots from around town.

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I don’t usually include scooters here, but this Vespa with a sidecar is hardcore.

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Coast to Coast

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on August 26, 2008 by Pat Regan

In April 2008 I got a motorcycle license and bought my first bike, a 2007 865cc Triumph Bonneville. I was hooked. I love to ride. The bike only had 6 miles on the odometer when I got it. 4 1/2 months later it reads over 12,000 miles.

The following is the account of my journey across the United States from New York City to the West Coast and back again. This is the blog I kept as I rolled along. It has been placed here in chronological order. The words have been kept as they were. I have added links to many of those words for further inquiry. More photos have been added as well. If you click on any link or photo they will open on a separate page. Hope you enjoy the ride.

Cross Country 2008

Nygumbo presents a one man army across the nation!

It’s time to go. July 7, 2008. Happy Birthday C.C. and Ro!

Let’s hope 7 is my lucky number too!

Time to go!


The Projected Route West

On My Way in PA!

I left New York City on Monday afternoon. Got a late start. Victor saw me off. Victor is my drunk ex-super who took this picture. You can see his tall boy in the bag behind my bike. He was ripped.

Rain Day 1: I was one of those guys you see sitting under the overpass.

I can’t believe I thought about leaving my full helmet at home. With the half helmet in a heavy rain, it feels as though every kid I taught for the last 15 years was standing on the side of the road pelting me in the face with rocks.

I got to Cherry Springs State Park to camp for the night. A group of people were renovating this old cabin for an Eagle Scout project.

I was only one of two people camping at this site.

Cherry Springs is supposed to be the darkest place on the East Coast. They have these observatories that you can rent out. Unfortunately, it was a cloudy night, so the celestial heavens were closed for the evening.

I had to ride around a little with no helmet. It felt good!

Major Laptop Problems!

I’m OK, but the laptop is messed up! The screen went dark! I can barely make out what’s going on if I look at the screen in bright light. I am just outside Chicago right now. I think I am going to skip it. Screw cities. Already I am bumping into that city attitude. I’ll get enough of that when I get back to NYC. This laptop is difficult to work, but I’ll give it my best. I am at some buffalo wing place in Michigan City, Indiana sitting by a window in order to see the screen just barely. Photos will be even more difficult, but here we go.

Pennsylvania to Indiana

After visiting the darkest overcast place on the east coast I saw this old bus someone coverted into a residence.

I was just about to cross the border into Ohio when I noticed a bunch of bikes and hot rods in the parking lot of a restaurant. The Quaker Steak & Lube. Naturally I checked it out.

While there I got some advice from a giant tatooed biker. He kind of looked like that long haired guy from the Oak Ridge Boys. He told me to watch out for the antelope. An antelope took a friend of his out at Sturgis last year.

I dunked this chick on my second throw.

There’s more, but I’ve got to hit the road.

South Dakota!

Greetings from South Dakota! I was planning on getting further into the state, but the sun was beaming in my face and I had already rode a few hundred miles. I saw a sign for a Super 8 Motel with internet so I decided to call it a day. I’ll try and get some photos up before nights end. I want to thank those of you who have left comments. It’s nice to hear from everybody.

Back it Up!

OK I’m in South Dakota. But that’s a big jump from Michigan City! So let’s back it up a little.

Now I am at a motel computer and I can see my photos.

So it’s back to the biker gathering in Erie, PA. Remember, you can click a photo to see it larger.

And just before Erie I visited an old sawmill in Galeton, PA.

Enough of PA. I went on to Ohio. I camped out at a site just off the first exit into the state. The next morning I continued west into Cleveland. I stopped for a few photos and moved on.

The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

The Blue Angels were my favorite as a kid. I believe this is the Phantom 2 fighter jet.

Holy Toledo! Toledo Ohio that is, I got lost a bit. I didn’t have a plan for this route. I was riding along the Maumee river then missed a turn. I stopped at a little Ice Cream place and had a chocolate shake. A nice girl that worked there helped me focus back on my path. I crossed the river again and rode along Route 24 to Route 6. This is a place called Roche de Boeuf.

Then it was west into Indiana where I camped at Chain O’Lakes State Park. Nice site. Friendly people. Passed a town called Albion on the way. That’s the name of one of my favorite Babyshambles tracks.

Then it was on to Michigan City. I spoke of that in an earlier Post.

So, Chicago was out of the question. I turned south when I saw this huge storm headed toward me. I stopped to put on my rain gear. As soon as I put the last piece on and place my full face helmet on my head, BOOM! The storm wailed. It was a heavy rain with gale force winds and lightning. I crouched behind a road sign and waited it out. Just before the storm I was taking this picture. I should have taken a photo in the opposite direction as well. The contrast of the storm to this sky was amazing. Like Yin and Yang.

The rain suit is amazing. I wish I had gotten Rain gloves. I’d have been completely dry. Riding in the rain isn’t all that bad with the right equiptment. It’s kind of fun!

I got a little lost again after heading west. Once I found my way I shot across Illinois to another State Park called Johnson Sauk Trail S.P.

That night I did take the time to write a bit.

“Doing well. Not everything has gone as expected, but as I sit here at the campsite in Johnson Sauk State Park Outside of Annawan, Illinois, I am feeling good. I have a fire going compliments of my neighboring campers who gave me some wood. I have Charlie Daniels playing on my iPod and there’s a cool breeze blowing through the pines keeping the fire ablaze. As I sit here I realize my feet are damp. I haven’t had time to notice. A small but hugely powerful storm blew by today. I had just left Michigan City, Indiana after deciding against going to Chicago. I had stopped for gas and just sensed the feel of the city. It was hostile. I was out here to put the the attitude of the city behind me. Everywhere else I had been (betwwen NYC and Michigan city) I had encountered nothing but warm, friendly people. In Michigan City it was back to the fast pace and the sharp tongue. I turned the bike around and headed south. As I write there are 3 June bugs bouncing around me. One is actually resting on my finger as I write. I don’t know if it’s the light or they are trying to tell me they’re upset about their cousin dying as he bounced off my forehead going 80MPH on the way here today.”

The next morning.

Some wild turkeys strolled by.

An old round meeting house in the park.

Now it was across the Mississippi River and into Iowa.

I rode north up the Mississppi to Effigy National Monument.

It’s a grass bear made by indians thousands of years ago.

Views from the cliffs above the Mississppi.

That night I camped at Beaver Creek Valley State Park, Minnesota. The ranger warned me that upon entering the campsite I would have to cross a running stream with lots of slippery algae. He said many a motorcycle has taken a fall there. In fact one went down today. It was almost dark. I had no choice. He said to follow the car tire path where there would be less algae. I did. Just as I had almost traversed the stream I felt the slip but I did’nt go down. While setting up camp I met the man that did go down. Rick and his daughter Renee (correct me if I’m wrong) stopped by to say hi. Very nice people. They invited me for S’mores. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. But I had to set up camp and eat first. I walked down to their site, but I was too late for s’mores. They had gone to bed.

Much to my surprise, when I woke up the next morning, a ziplock bag was on the seat of my bike with graham crackers, marshmellows, and Hershey’s. Thanks again for that! I saw them again before heading out today. Rick recommended some good routes and sites in South Dakota and Montana. He is a Lewis and Clarke head too. He told me where I could see a place where Meriwether Lewis carved his name. It’s just northeast of Yellowstone.

Headed west on Route 16 I saw this. It’s the old version of that machine I saw before the big storm. Pretty cool, huh?

Then I drove like a madman to South Dakota. I was doing between 75 and 90 all the way to Sioux Falls. When I was approaching I noticed a hotel sign which said High Speed Internet. I decided it was time to get back to the blog and sleep in a bed. It’s nearly 2:30am now, so I’m glad I’ll have a bed to sleep in. I was going to get to blogging right when I arrived, but I figured I’d take all the bags off my bike and ride into town and get a bite to eat. Most everything is closed on Sunday. I found some Chinese food and then stumbled upon Falls Park. What do you know? Sioux Falls is named after Sioux Falls. It’s really a nice site.

At night they had a lazer show with a history of the Dakotas and Sioux Falls so I stuck around. I didn’t get back to the motel until almost 11:00.

Tomorrow it’s off to the Badlands!

Ohio to South Dakota (video)


So I am still having problems with video and photos. But here is a quick update. I spent the night in the Badlands. It’s beautiful. At night I went to a bar on an indian reservation. Had a blast. I met some guys from Oregon at the campsite and they drove to the bar. Good thing because we befriended the bartender and were out until sunrise. There is no way I could have ridden the bike. I may have deleted the photos from that night by mistake. Sorry Ely and Reid. No puking parking lot shot for you guys. Now I am staying a couple night in Keystone. It’s a small town just under Mt. Rushmore. I checked into a hotel to rest a bit. Pool, Hot tub, and a bed! Very nice. Very necessary. You can see Mt. Rushmore from the hotel. So today I will just ride around the Black Mountain hills of Dakota and enjoy the day. Hopefully I’ll have some photos for you later tonight.

Seem to be having problems with the videos. I’ll keep trying.
See ya soon!
Actually, Let’s try this.

Black Hills

First of all, can anyone see the videos? I can’t anywhere I’ve stopped.

Still no pics for now. I’ll try to stop at a library or something and upload along the way. Yesterday was fantastic. I went to Mt. Rushmore, The Crazy Horse monument, and Custer State Park. Only saw one buffalo though. Today I head west again. I’ll be going to Devil’s Tower and the site of the Battle of Little Big Horn. I am also going to see a tree that Meriwether Lewis carved his name in. Yellowstone is far. Don’t know if I’ll make it there before dark. I don’t want to push it anymore. As my friend Thierry reminded me: It is vacation! I can’t wait to share videos and photos. Later y’all!

Oh! Kep, there is a BMW meet in Gillete, Wyoming this weekend. BMW’s all over these lands. That, and Harleys. I still have not seen a Triumph since I left NYC. I don’t know if I’ll get to Gilette. If I do I’ll be sure to rub it in. Sorry bro. I really wish you could be here with me.

And lastly, happy anniversary dad. Big 25!

I found an Internet Cafe!

Hello Nygumbo fans. I’m back! I am going to post a bunch of pictures then add text if there is time. Here we go!

Sioux Falls, South Dakota

The falls that the town was named after.

It said 104 when I hit the button. It dropped to 102 before the shutter clicked.

The Corn Palace, Mitchell, SD

Then it was off to the Badlands!

I found a bar on the indian reservation. The woman to the right is from the Sioux Nation. She told me she could tell I had a good spirit from the moment I walked in the door. The Sioux are so perceptive.

This is the bartender who was feeding us drinks until sunrise!

This is the result of that experience. Say hello to Reid from Oregon.

OK, back to the badlands!

A Badland Goat.

Takin’ Care of Business in a Flash!

A last shot with the Badlands.

I flew across South Dakota and shacked up at a motel in Keystone for the next two nights. I needed rest and relaxation.

Here is an old train from the 1800’s

Chillin’ in Keystone at the Ruby House.

I checked out this guy sculpting with a chainsaw. I gotta try that.

Keystone is the town just below Mount Rushmore.

Today is Jimmy’s Birthday. Happy Birthday Jimmy!

Nearby is the Crazy Horse Monument. It is being worked on by one family and is far from finished. The project is being worked on by the children and grandchildren of the man who began the project.

I went to Custer State Park and only saw one buffalo.

I went back to Mount Rushmore at night. I figured out how to park for free. Otherwise it’s 10 bucks.


I was so disappointed at having only seen one buffalo. So I went back to Custer State Park. The tatanka did not let me down!

People thought I was nuts walking amongst the buffalo, but I couldn’t help myself!

I stopped by Deadwood on the way to Devil’s Tower. I met Wild Bill.

I stayed at the campsite under Devil’s Tower. A storm blew in. I hung out with a guy named Tim from upstate NY. We drank beer and watched the lightning.

The next day I was inspired to ride like the devil all the way to Yellowstone. The winds were incredible. I had to ride at a 20 degree angle just to keep from blowing into oncoming traffic. In the Rockies I played in the snow. I have a video of my sliding down this snowbank but can’t upload it right now.

Beyond the train yard you can see the dust blowing. It was brutal.

I finally made it to Yellowstone! Old Faithful.

Yellowstone is beautiful.

A mule deer.

And more buffalo!

A bald eagle

An Eagles Nest

Cooking steak on the campfire!

Well folks, that does it for now. There is so much more to say. I just don’t have the time. It gets really cold here at night and I am at least an hour from the campsite. The sun will be setting soon and I gotta get back and start a fire.

Thanks to all of you who have left comments! It’s nice to hear from you.

Yellowstone National Park

Hey There! I am in a library here in Butte, Montana. Didn’t expect to be here but a storm blew out the electricity at the gas station I intended on fueling up at. In Montana gas can be far and few between. So I ended up in Butte after going 163 miles on a tank of gas. I had to kick in to reserve at 140 miles. Thats a record for me!

Let me go back to Yellowstone before I move on.

I hit the 5000 mile mark!

This is called the Dragon’s Breath Spring. It sounds like it’s breathing.

Yellowstone Falls.

There are lots of fly fishermen throughout the park.

OK Brancusi. Here is a bird in flight!

Smimming to Mama!

That night I stayed up and sat around the fire with a fun family from the “rural Suburbs” of Chicago. The next morning another family pulled up with an owl stuck in their grill.

Let me add that the internet cafe I found was in West Yellowstone. Cammy who runs a travel business out of the same location was real kind and gave me a great deal on the internet time. Cammy, I can’t find your business card. So leave a comment and I can add the # of your business. Thanks again. After Yellowstone I crossed the Continental Divide and went south to The Grand Tetons.

The Tetons.

After leaving the Tetons I continued into Jackson Hole. There waqs a storm ahead so I stopped to gear up. While along side the road I heard “Hey look!” It was an older gentleman pointing out my bike to his friend. His friend told me he useed to hold the speed record in a 1954 Triumph Tiger. I said “That’s what Brando rode in The Wild One. He said yes. He used to love beating the pants off the Harleys. Then I rode into the mountains of Idaho. The rains were coming down heavy when a big mama moose and her baby jumped out in front of me. Unfortunately I couldn’t get my camera out. It was packed up because of the rain.

I headed North from there and caught this shot. Kind of erie. A big cross shape behind my shadow and a rainbow ahead.

I stayed the night at a motel in a town called Lima. Had a nice talk about the area with the hotel hostess. And more good conversation with Dorinda and the people at a cafe. They told me I can find crystals in the mountains. That’s where I am headed today.


Then it was off to Bannack. A Ghost Town in Montana!

An old stage coach shed.

More Bannack!

I had to take shelter as a couple storms passed through.

An Old Masonic Lodge

There’s an hour time limit here at the library. I better go dig for crystals.


Gotta Love the Local Libraries

Hello! Libraries have computers with online access! I am in Polson, Montana on my way to Glacier National Park. I just posted yesterday but had to run out without checking things. I will try to post a video as well. They will be unedited, but fun none the less. I will tell you about the crystal digging in my next post.

Here is a Scary Moment

Once he passes you can move on. I have no editing software to crop.
I was really afraid this sucker was going to knock me over.
They are huge!!!

Found a Computer at a Cafe Outside Glacier. Yahoo!

So I traded the Triumph in for this classic!

Here I am digging for crystals! I found a bunch. It reminded me of digging in Dirk’s sandbox as a kid. Unfortunately I keep forgetting to photograph my booty! I am sure you would all like to see my booty.

Having been conceived across the street from a Budweiser brewery I have a special place in my heart for these guys.

The Budweiser Clydesdales. Fantastic animals.

Having fun in front of the campfire.

Glacier National Park

This is underneath one of the snow drifts carved out by the melting waters beneath.

Some Bighorn Sheep. WOW!

A tunnel under the road.

It’s just awesome riding on these roads with 3000 foot drops beside you. Glacier is beautiful.

Here’s a mountain goat.

And a little baby.

It was tough to say goodbye to Glacier. But I gotta move West. I should be in Washington tonight.

Last night I went to a local joint called Packer’s Roost. I drank the local beer called Moose Drool and ordered the Packer’s burger. Big Nick’s can’t compare! There was a great band playing. Good mountain music. Banjo, Mandolin, Guitar, and drums. Serious jamming!

Packer’s Roost. While there I was talking to Rex. He used to ride bulls, now he chops wood to make ends meet. He told me after fuel and beer money he makes about $3 an hour. I said that’s hard work for $3 an hour. He said “You gotta do what it takes.” How true. I told Rex about the Moose in the road. He grinned with his toothless smile and declared, ” You don’t have to stop for moose, they’re so big you just ride under ’em!”

OK Nygumbo Fans. Time to travel. Next time I’ll try to post some of the videos riding the twisty roads in the Glaciers. It’s nuts! See ya!

Riding in Glacier (video)

I Made it to Washington

As I’ve said, I can hardly see these vids, but I think this gives a good idea of the experience.

But first…..My Booty!

It’s hard to believe that you can just dig these suckers up, but it’s true. Then you want more. I felt like Bogart in the ‘Treasure of the Sierra Madre.’ I think I would kill for gold!

Also, I want to thank the kind folks at The Commissary at Gresko’s. That is where I used the computer yesterday. When I was done they gave me a big Toll House Cookie. It was good! People have been very kind to me on this trip. Lagniappes everywhere I go!

It took a lot longer to get through the rest of Montana and Idaho than expected, but I was determined to get to Washington. When I turned on to Route 20 it became desolate and mountainous. The sun was dropping quickly as was the temperature. I decided not to camp. I figured I could shack up at the nearest town, Ione. It turned out to be a bust. I had to go another 37 miles. I thought it was beginning to rain but it was the bugs plastering my face shield with guts. I had to stop a few times to wipe them off just so I could see all the deer that continuously jumped in the road. OK, only 4 jumped in the road, but I saw plenty more on the sides. Then there were these signs.

Needless to say it was not the most pleasurable ride. But I made it to Colville, WA and found a motel. Then I went to a bar and had a burger and a couple of beers. I was talking to some of the locals about their nightmare border crossing stories. I think i may scrap Vancouver. My bag is packed tight. I don’t need those border assholes tearing everything up. I’ve experienced it before. It’s not pleasant. I’m thinking of doing a Canada trip next year and up into Alaska. We’ll see.

I’m Back Online

OK. Let’s bring everybody up to date. I had made it to the state of Washington when we last met. After that grueling ride I stayed in a motel. When I woke up the next morning this little guy was hanging out just above my door.

Then it was across Route 2 and through the Northern Cascades. I was high in the clouds.

It was cold and rainy for much of the ride at almost 8000 feet high. A strange and wicked environment.

An old farm

I came across a herd of elk.

I rode until dark again and stayed at the last town before having to catch a ferry to cross to Washington’s Northern peninsula.

The next day I crossed on the ferry.

I completed the last of my western travel as the Route 101 turned south without seeing the ocean yet. I rode into Olympic National Park to the Hoh Rain Forest where I saw Bambi.

Then I entered the forest and found a new home.

There were 26 miles of paths through this amazing lush forest.

And finally just before dark I saw it. The Pacific Ocean with giant trees all along the beach which drifted and bleached in the sun.

I pitched my tent at a campsite between the rain forest and the ocean. Then I was introduced to the reason they call it the rain forest. It rained all night. Then all the next day. I decided to pack it up and head south. It was ugly. I rode all day in the cold rain. Then I came upon the Columbia River which was the end of the line for Lewis & Clark before turning back east. The rain was horizontal and I had to cross a 4 1/2 mile bridge to get to Oregon on the other side. With the gusts of wind, rain, and fog it was the most frightening part of my journey to date.


What can I say about Oregon. Nothing good. It is my least favorite place I’ve encountered on this journey. I really thought I was going to be impressed. NOT! There was some nice scenery but pretty lame other than that. As I was at the northern tip I asked a guy if there was anything cool I should check out on my way south. He said there is a cheese factory in Tilamook and a Ripley’s Believe it or Not museum in Newport. Thanks Huckleberry, not what I had in mind. Also the roads in Oregon were awful. An erratic textured patchwork of bumps and grooves. Two people nearly drove into me and there were loads of crappy beach towns with neo-conformist former hippies. But as I said I did find some nice scenery.

Later to you Oregon.



California has everything Oregon had on it’s coast and more. Then there is the redwoods. .magnificent and huge.

And I got to ride through one of those badboys!

After that I rode well into the night to see my cousin in Berkeley where I am now.

After Berkeley It’s Time to Move East

Hello everybody. After leaving Berkeley I headed toward Yosemite.

I was still pretty upset about my cousin asking me to stay at a hotel in Berkeley when I visited. Yes, the same cousin who my family gave a home to for years. But a good dip in a waterfall cooled me off.

The bike is filthy but it’s been running like a dream.

After Yosemite the terrain became hot and dry. Apparently it hasn’t rained in these parts for quite some time. I stopped at this old foundation of a home.

I went south to Sequoia National Park. Man these trees are awesome!

Campfires were necessary for warmth earlier in the trip. Now I make ’em just because fire is cool!

A little morning desert meditation.

If you look at the center of the photo you will see a jet that used me for target practice as I was going down the road. I mentioned this to a park ranger in Death Valley and said, “Yeah, they do that.”

Death Valley. That’s 117 degrees in the shade!!!

Death Valley is an interesting place, but there is a reason I was the only bike there. The heat was brutal.

An old steam engine.

An old wagon train used for hauling Borax.

As the sun set I headed toward Vegas.

Then I checked into a cheap motel where I stayed when Linda and I crossed the country 5 years ago. Can’t beat 38 bucks a night.

That’s it for now. Again time is up at the library.

Greetings From Bluff, Utah

I camped out last night in Bluff City. It’s a small town founded by Mormons in 1880.

But let’s get back to Vegas first.

I had a great meal and a couple mojitos next to a canal in Venice.

The ceilings are painted like the sky. It feels as though the clouds are moving.

I went to downtown Vegas and saw that crazy light show. I’ll post video of it when I get home. So stay tuned nygumbo fans. But they also display a lot of the old Vegas neon signs.

I must admit, being in Vegas made me a little home sick. It was time to get back to nature where I could be one with mother earth! As I stood along side Route 66 I looked at a hell of a storm ahead in the direction of the Grand Canyon. I actually thought of skipping the canyon to avoid the storm. What a mistake that would have been. Though I have been there before, the Grand Canyon is always breathtaking.

I was afraid I wouldn’t get a campsite. When I tried to make a reservation I was told they were booked. But, because of the rain many people canceled. Lucky me. Not only that, but the rain stopped and I woke up to a sunny sky. Reason to jump for joy!

Here is an interesting road crossing sign.

What a place.

I knew I wanted to head toward Mesa Verde. I was side tracked when I saw nature’s skyscrapers. Huge rock formations were to my left so I changed direction. I then had an Easy Rider moment. Fortunately it wasn’t rednecks with shotguns, but Navajo indians in a pick up truck pelting rocks is no picnic. I was tagged in the shoulder with a boulder! Today I am forming a posse to hunt them down. Even if we don’t get them…you can never have too much posse.

The locals told me about some small roads to take on the way to Mesa Verde. After that I am back tracking to Monument Valley to see more of this awesome beauty.

The place I had entered was Monument Vally. I wish sunset could last forever. The colors are fantastic. This is a rock formation called Mexican Hat.

I’ll be back with more monuments and who knows what else. See ya soon!

Heading East

I am finally on an eastern route. Although I have been making my way in an easternly direction it has been anything but direct.

Remember I mentioned the Mormon’s who founded Bluff City. This is the only existing cabin left from a large group.

As I was riding along a reccommended road I saw a sign which said Canyons of the Ancients. It didn’t look like much but I decided to explore a bit. I just started hiking. And look what I found!

Apparently there are ruins and petroglyphs throughout these canyons. But I forgot to carry water when I excitedly started wandering into this vast canyon. If you don’t have water bad things can happen.

The following evening I had a special beer in the horses’ honor.

I have always wanted to see Mesa Verde. It’s an entire city of ancient cliff dwellings.

It’s fascinating to see these ruins. I met a guy Dan while taking this photo. He told me of an old man in Utah who sold his property to the Department of the Interior 4 years ago that contains untouched ruins larger than Mesa Verde. If you hear of it opening to the public, let me know!

There are so many unusual and colorful rock formations out here.

I’ve got it made in the shade.

This was my view.

This is the southern part of Canyonland. It has many windy roads weaving between these amazing sites.

That night I camped right along side the Colorado River just outside Moab.

Here’s how it looked in the morning.

Then I went to explore the northern part of Canyonland. My lens needs cleaning. There is dirt behind the outside lens. Life on the road is tough and dirty.

No, it’s not the Grand Canyon. It’s Canyonland.

I then took a road Dan had suggested. It’s the same road where I found the campground I stayed at the night before. The road runs along the Colorado and along the way is Castle Valley.

And then another milestone. 10,000 miles.

10,000 miles without a scratch. Then at 10,015 miles I pulled over to take the following picture and hit some loose gravel. The bike went down.

Fortunately I was able to pull my leg out. The damage was minimal. I just bent my clutch handle and scratched the mirror. But damn that bike is heavy. Of course my bags didn’t help. I couldn’t lift the bike. A guy passed by on a Harley and stopped. He was returning from Sturgis. With his help I got the bike back up. I had flooded the carbs, but after letting the bike sit for a while it started up and I was on my way.

Now I am headed East!

You know I love reflections. Especially when they are of me!

Who Said There’s Nothing To Do In Kansas?

Though I am guilty of having said it myself, I have to disagree with that statement now. In the footsteps of the great Clark Griswald, I tied a dog to the bike, spray painted ‘Honkey Lips’ on the gas tank, and visited The Worlds Largest Ball of Twine in Cawker City, Kansas!

Also in Cawker City there is a guy who collects all kinds of junk and old cars. While I was taking some pictures he pulled up on a bulldozer and asked if I was interested in buying. I was taking a picture of this old Dodge pick up at the time.

Have a look at the emblem on the grill. Dodge was ‘Dodge Brothers‘ and they used a star of David on a globe as their symbol.

Here in Hollenberg Kansas, you can find one of the original stops for the Pony Express. Between 1860 and 1861, Pony Expess riders would stop at such places to change horses. Then every three stops they would change riders. The telegraph came around in 1862 putting the Pony Express out of business.

As if that wasn’t enough, I found the geographic center of the United States in Lebenon, Kansas.

At 2am I was awakened by the sound of thunder. I got up to take a picture.

Ain’t it funny how the night moves.

Well Folks! The cross country adventure has come to an end. It hurts to write that. From Kansas I flew across Missouri. I stopped briefly to check out a few sights.
I stopped at the Locust Creek Covered Bridge. I wasn’t expecting a 2 1/2 mile gravel road to get there, but I had to ‘get back on the horse’ after that drop in Utah.

Coast to Coast – Mission Accomplished!

As I rode across Route 36 about to pass into Illinois I had to make another stop. My friend Marc and I passed through here 9 years ago on mad cross country trip. At that time we went out of our way to see it. Hannibal, Missouri. Boyhood home of Mark Twain.

I flew across Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, and West Virginia. I was ready for some rest and the company of friends.
I stopped by my Dad’s place in Maryland.

Stopped by my friend Brian’s place. His was the first street bike I ever rode. Sorry Dobro, I had to move north. Ran out of time.

Then I headed North to New Jersey. Worst ride of the trip. And the worst part of New Jersey was Delaware. It took over 2 hours to get through Delaware. I wanted to stop in Margate to see my friend Bob, but traffic held me up and I went straight to the friendly faces of Belmar.

It’s party time!

That night we went to an awsome show at the Stone Pony in Asbury Park! It was Todd Rundgren and friends doing Sgt.Pepper. Great Show!

Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band. The Album cover had many people on it. Do you know who they are? Click Here.

Jersey had it’s share of wildlife.

Then it was back to New York City!
Over 10,000 miles of fun and adventure had come to an end.
I hope you have enjoyed the show!
It’s time for new adventures.

Coast to Coast

Mission Accomplished.