Not quite 100 miles, Day Trip, Group Ride
Green Shingles Inn
Landons Pub & Pizza
Lost & Found Inn
Jrs Log Cabin
Rock Bottom BBQ
Not quite 100 miles, Day Trip, Group Ride
88+ miles round-trip, day trip
Motorcycles 10 feet long fueled by nitromethane flying up a 700’ straight up monster hill !!! The best and most talented riders in the world try to conquer the gnarliest hill in the country ~ then when you think you’ve seen it all – two racers, two bikes side-by-side battle to the top – digging, kicking, jumping – anything goes … which one will get there first?!?!?!
A group of us made plan’s this Sunday to ride up to Poag’s from Jr’s Log Cabin in Campbell this past Sunday. If you’ve never been to Jr’s it’s a small log cabin on Victory Highway just outside of Painted Post, NY.
We took 86 the whole way. On a short trip like this we typically don’t stop till we hit our destination. By the time we made it the place was overflowing with a variety of bikes. I missed half the climb’s because I was too busy checking the bikes out! This is a yearly thing always held at the end of August. If you get a chance to attend I highly recommend it.
In June of 1916, a few hundred motorcyclists gathered at Weirs Beach. From its humble beginnings with just a few hundred bikers, the event grew to a week long in 1935 and Laconia Bike Week was born. The rally remains the worlds oldest, and is one of the largest rallies in the country with attendance over 300,000.
I started my journey on a Wednesday morning at 8 A.M. and drove over 400 miles to reach Laconia, NH. If you are headed there from NY I’m going to warn you to make sure your tires are good and your packs are strapped securely. The whole way to Vermont I was calling the trip my Gorgeous Views and Shitty Roads Tour.
As soon as I hit Vermont I was loving it though. The roads smoothed out and started winding through little lake towns separated by state parks and farm land. I even raced a few horses along a white fence reminiscent of the ones you’d see in Kentucky.
The only hiccup in my trip was when I hit Styles Bridge Highway. A truck carrying large PVC pipes had to slam on his brakes when he hit a rise due to a school bus he couldnt see. Luckily, i was behind him as his pipes went flying over the front of his truck to spill all over the highway. All i could think was Final Destination.
I have to say I’m a little disappointed with people in that area. I was the only person to stop and help the poor man collect his pipes and put them back on his truck. I’m 5’6″ and 115 lb.s.
I got lucky and was able to reach my hotel without going through Weirs Beach. I made it to Belknap Point around 5, that’s when everything switches from family oriented to the party crowd. I was tired so I didn’t feel like navigating the packed area at that point. I don’t have a windshield so I battled the wind this trip. All I wanted was a hot shower and food!
After unpacking, calling home to let them know I made it and fighting with my bank because I forgot to let them know I had left the state (they are now in my contacts under MOM #2) I got ahold of my friend Dana Cooley, a fellow Iron Lily. If you aren’t following her on IG, you should! She uses the handle @7_deadly_spins.
I posted a vlog below for your viewing pleasure! I can’t thank @laconiaharleydavidson and @laconiabikeweek enough for their hospitality!
I have been looking for a way to add storage to my sportster for a while now without sacrificing the look of my bike. After pouring through countless luggage options I settled on a swing arm bag. It isn’t too bulky and doesn’t look out of place on a smaller bike. Then came the frustrating part.
My original hunt brought me to the KEMIMOTO swing arm bag. I bought it off eBay for $15. That should’ve told me something right there… When ordering the bag you can put your bike’s specifications in to make sure you get the right bag. In my opinion they did this only to dress up their item online because it did not fit. The straps were not long enough and the placement was all wrong. There was no way my battery cover would’ve stayed on if I had mounted it the way it was meant to be mounted. I didn’t want to cut more holes in the bag because that would have defeated the purpose of the bag for my needs: A safe, dry place to store items so that I wouldn’t lose them or destroy them on the road. Needless to say I sent the bag back!
On my second foray into the luggage world for motorcycles I hit pay dirt. Meet the Plain Sportster Swing Arm Bag. Seeing as I like a stripped down bike and am not one for frills this suited me just fine. No straps, buckles or bling. This bag let’s my bike speak for itself! Part of a swing arm series of single-sided bags, the Viking Sportster Swing Arm Bag is designed to keep your pockets, as well as your bike, light. It is spacious enough to carry all your essential daily belongings while maintaining the clean look of your bike.
You can find this bag here at vikingbags.com. In order to get the directions you must go to Viking Cycle’s website and print them out there but I have found a video on YouTube that will walk you through the steps. I really can’t say enough about this bag. I finally have a place on my bike to keep my registration cards, wallet and phone without having to worry about them falling out of my pockets. I can also fit essential tools in it so that if I don’t want to carry a backpack I don’t have to. It’s been 5 years since I’ve ridden without a backpack!
I’m very excited for my upcoming trips. I will keep you all updated as I put more miles on this bag!
129 miles, 1/2 Day Trip (map above does not accurately show my route, yeah it pisses me off too)
Being Memorial Day weekend I had my choice of group rides to take but I felt like i needed this day to decompress and reflect. I also had a birthday party to hit up by 2 pm so I couldn’t take all day. So I decided to go Han Solo and took a ride to one of my favorite places, Garrett Memorial Chapel. It’s located on Keuka Lake’s Bluff.
I took the old 415 highway to Bath, NY then NY-54 N to Penn Yan, NY. Keep on NY-54 till you hit Assembly Avenue and take a left. When you hit Skyline Drive take a right and follow it till you hit a green metal fence to your left. If you go a little past that you will find a little pull off big enough for maybe 2-3 bikes if you’re creative. It’s flat enough, trust me. Also, your bikes are safe to leave there! I always leave a note in my helmet strap letting people know I’m at the chapel so they aren’t sending out search parties.
Don’t be afraid to cross the chain at the end of the dirt road. They allow visitors after hours they just use that as a deterrent for ATV’s and vehicles. Over the years they’ve had vandals and careless people who in my estimation have no respect for the place.
The Garrett Chapel, also known as the “Little Chapel on the Mount” was constructed by Paul and Evelyn Garrett. They managed Garrett and Company, one of the largest wine producers in the US from 1867 to 1962. While there were operations all over the US, the Garretts called the vineyards on Bluff Point home each summer from 1917 to 1940.
The Chapel was built in memory of their only son, Charles, who died of tuberculosis in 1929. On his deathbed, Charles asked to be returned to the place he loved best – Bluff Point. Today, the Chapel serves as a poignant reminder of the importance of family and the significance of our region to the history of American wine making.The building is listed on the National Register of Historic Places as the last significant remnant of Garrett and Company, its use of a number of novel building materials and techniques, and for the extensive collection of unique stained glass windows, including the last windows ever made by the distinguished artist Frederick Wilson. In Paul Garrett’s words, he and Evelyn chose to expand beyond a memorial, and instead “cast a sermon in stone”, and share much of their progressive views on religion and spirituality, building a seasonal chapel for the community. Since inception, the “Little Chapel on the Mount” has served as a seasonal chapel from July 4 to Labor Day each year. In addition, over 500 weddings have been conducted.
Nature’s elements have conspired to threaten the Chapel’s future. Seasonal use, steep hillside construction, use of unique materials have combined for a difficult preservation challenge.
While the Garrett Chapel Trust has received recognition from the New York State Landmark Society for its care of this historic gem, funding remains the primary constraint in ongoing care and restoration efforts.
Community support has been the primary vehicle for restoration projects. care, and maintenance. –
If you feel moved to help please follow this link Garrett Memorial Chapel
Also, here is a small slide show of more photos for your enjoyment Garrett Chapel Gallery
1 of 3 girls will experience some type of violence in her lifetime.
Just take a moment and let that sink in. One out of every three girls will encounter violence in their lifetime. Now think of three women in your life. Odds are, one of them has.
The average response time for an emergency call is 10 minutes.
It takes 10-15 minutes to bleed out via a major artery. If you weren’t killed instantly that is. So if you’re lucky, you have five minutes left before its too late, right?
I am that 1/3. At the age of six I escaped a would-be kidnapper with my younger sister and older cousin from a park. At ten I watched my cousin’s new junkie-boyfriend pull a .38 on my grandfather because he disagreed with him. In a room full of women and children. At twenty-seven my now ex-husband threatened to kill me if I left him. We have two children. At the time they were four and eight months. And this ladies and gentlemen, is why I chose to carry.
I’m not here to argue gun laws or endorse the NRA or whatever debate of the hour is floating around at the moment. I’m here to tell you this shit happens on the daily. Now, most of you are probably thinking I had a terrible childhood, I grew up in a rough neighborhood, or I’ve made horrible choices in my life. Wrong. Well, mostly wrong to be honest. The ex-husband wasn’t my finest moment.
I grew up in a respectable middle class neighborhood where everyone knew each other. I went to church every Sunday. I am a white thirty something mother of four. I have a decent Monday through Friday job in a limited liability company. Now let me see, I think I just shot about four common myths about violence against women all to hell.
If that’s not enough of a reason to protect myself I have plenty more to choose from. A couple years ago a woman was taken from the side of the road while jogging one town over. My sister’s good friend was just recently murdered by contract killers hired by her husband not 2 streets down from me. He was a retired professional hockey player for a well-known team and had a thriving construction business. He wanted the insurance money. He had them murder his wife with their children in the house. When the cops showed up her two year old son was sitting with her dead body trying to “wake mommy up”.
I carry a gun because it’s my responsibility to look out for myself and my children. I’m not asking for your permission or your approval. I am doing what’s necessary to insure that when something does happen, and it most likely will, I’m prepared for it. There is nothing worse than being in that type of situation and feeling helpless. I carry because it’s a lot easier for my family to get me out of jail than a grave six feet under.
“A gun is a tool. No better or no worse than any other tool, an axe, a shovel or anything. A gun is as good or as bad as the man using it.” -Shane (1953)
I’m 5’6″, 120 lb’s. To put that in perspective here is a photo of myself and my 11 year old son.