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!
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
600 miles, 3 day trip
The Fox Run.
What can I say that would convey all the feels I have for this experience? I left on a Friday morning excited and a little apprehensive about what I was getting myself into and left on a Sunday overflowing with inspiration and awe. It was one of the best experiences of my life.
I left about 9:30 AM so I could fill up and pull some cake out of the bank. I didn’t end up hitting the highway till about 10 am. I took US 15 S to Williamsport, Pennsylvania for my first gas stop. After grabbing a bite to eat and a bottle of water I sat on the curb and chatted with a plumber while the lawn dudes mowed the weeds around the surrounding businesses. I knew Trout Run was coming up on my route and I wanted to mentally prepare for it. If you’ve never ridden down Trout Run it’s a road that travels along a gorge that’s got enough curves to keep things interesting and dangerous enough you have to keep your wits about you. On a previous trip to Miami I had a Tractor Trailer jackknife in front of me in the middle of February. It left a mental scar.
Still taking 15 S I headed toward Duncannon, Pennsylvania. Trout Run was amazing as always with no problems thank the good Lord! Pennsylvania is beautiful country. Mostly farm land with small towns dotting the patchwork landscape. Upon hitting Duncannon I stopped at a Travel Center and after fueling up and grabbing yet another bottle of water I went in search of a food joint. At this point I was starving and would have eaten just about anything. I found a Hardee’s about 5 miles out. I got lucky and hit the place after the lunch crowd had dispersed so I ate and let my husband know I was still alive. Although when I text him I accidently told him I was at Hoarders. I hate when you get a new phone and have to teach it the American language all over again. I say American because we don’t really speak proper English, not because I’m not all there, lol. Anyway, he told me I must be with my people I realized the mistake!
After plugging my phone into the pigtail (because I was jamming out while listening to Linda on Google Maps and it drained my battery) I was off again. This time in search of Sheetz in Millersville, Pennsylvania. The highway hugs the cliffs of the hills along this stretch where man carved a trail who knows how long ago while the river flows along the other. Everything seems greener in Pennsylvania or maybe it’s just my wonder at all the new landscapes I came across. After stopping at Sheetz for gas and more water (I can’t stress hydrating enough, people!) I headed out on PA-324 S towards Holtwood, Pennsylvania.
I didn’t leave quick enough! I hit a downpour about half a mile into the last leg of my trip and got to try out my new rain gear. For $40 bucks that suit does a hell of a job! If you’re looking for sturdy gear at a cheap price I’ve gotten into the habit of checking out the Viking Cycle brand. Not a shameless plug I swear! After passing little villages and driving through wooded twisty roads I finally made it to my destination.
Side Note: The only problem I had along my journey was when my bike stalled out going uphill in 3rd gear. She started back up just fine but I still have no clue why it happened. This is the second time in two years it’s done it.
I ended up camping with the New York Litas branch back in the woods. If you go to this event I recommend either getting there when the gates open or camping on the lawn because all the descent sites get snatched up fast and if you have a cruiser you’re more than likely going to drop your bike. As soon as I was set up I went exploring. Besides numerous vendors there were tattoo artist’s, Tarot readers, Masseuse, food vendors, alcohol tents, etc.. I was in my element, needless to say.
If I were asked what my favorite thing about The Fox Run was I’d have to say the feeling of community and the connections you make from just being there. Sure you can go to co-ed rallies but sometimes that can be really intimidating to a woman. This offers you a safe place. The Fox Run makes you feel comfortable about who you are. There’s no judgement. I hope they continue their effort. I can’t wait for next year!
Whenever I get together with my tribe the conversation inevitably turns toward our “Bucket List Rides”. Over the years this list has become more unique and well-rounded as most of us have found our style and settled into who we are as riders. A lot of people find it hard to understand how such a diverse group works but that’s how we like it. Who wants more of the same? That shit is boring as hell.
As my list has started to grow I thought it would be a good idea to commit it to paper or post as it were. Instead of it being stuck in my head where I’m sure to forget a few things. I know it looks very ambitious but GO BIG OR GO HOME right? I’ve always been told that if you want something to happen you need to write it down, so here goes….
Disclaimer: I am not one of those chicks that preaches about feminism and I’m sorry ladies, wears those God-awful “pussy” hat’s. Hell yeah women can do the same shit as men do. I support my gender and promote equality. Case in point, I’m in an all-woman riding group people. But for me personally, I feel like the true meaning of feminism is being lost and misrepresented in today’s society. Take it as you will this is my stand.
The above events are the only all-female event’s that I know about at this point. I’m definitely hitting up The Fox Run this year but I won’t be able to make it to BRO East Coast. Bummer!
Let’s face it. I might as well have another bucket list for National Parks. I want to see them all! The struggle is real friends.
So there you have it. My riding bucket list as it stands to date. I’m not getting any younger and in the words of Morgan Freeman, “Get busy living, or get busy dying.”
225 miles, Day Trip
On this ride I took my 2009 Kawasaki Ninja 250R. Despite what most people say, smaller bikes are quite capable of longer distances. I don’t have a problem keeping up with the bigger bikes except for maybe take offs. Nowadays I stick to my 883 but the Ninja was a very reliable bike. I wont be riding it anymore as I sold it to my baby brother. It was my first bike and I think it’s a great starter bike for him!
Normally we start a ride around 10-10:30 in our area. The usual meet up place is Wegman’s in Corning.
We headed out via County Road 115. Our first stop was going to be Eisenhower’s Tioga County Harley Davidson, formerly Cox’s Harley Davidson, but KC had to make a pit stop for gas. If you look at his tank you know why.
When we finally hit Eisenhower’s we had to wait as a convoy went by. Not sure what was going on but looked like they were loaded for bear.
Our next stop took us to Allentown, Pennsylvania. We fueled up at the Sunoco there. We had ridden through some beautiful farmland and backwoods. Mainly Amish country.
The gas station was big enough we had the back corner of the parking lot to ourselves so we took a break to eat a snack before heading to our main destination. My headphones shit the bed so I had to grab an overpriced pair there. Give me a pair of Dollar store headphones any day!
We took 15 South to Shamokin Dam in Pennsylvania where Skeeters Pit BBQ is located. Along the way we passed a motorcade of vintage cars on their way to a showing. When we hit the red light in Winfield a couple in the car next to us started taking photos of our group. They were so excited I could only guess they were out of towners.
This was my first time at Skeeters so I wasn’t prepared for the hill climb to get there. But once you hit the top the view was crazy. This place had excellent food and the decor was neat. From the vintage truck to the row boats hanging from the ceiling.
Believe me when I say there is no reason you should leave here hungry! We were so full we had to hang a little longer than normal just to digest.
Before we left we basically decided to retrace our route to Trout Run so we could hit The Forest Inn. The place is quaint, and by quaint I mean as redneck as they come.
You could spend all day trying to read all the signs in the place or looking at the mounted animals. Yes, this is normal for a backwoods bar where I live. The parking lot is gravel and you have to drive down into it. So you know getting out is going to be a bitch unless you want to ride the grass to a higher elevation. Not a bad alternative to throwing gravel at someone else’s bike!
We took 14 South through Troy, PA to reach Hellmira a.k.a. Elmira, NY. We call it that due to the rising drug and violence problem in the area. Don’t get me wrong there are some descent areas but they are quickly being swallowed up by the crowd being drawn in by the prison there.
All in all it was a nice ride. There were some pretty sketchy back roads but the rest of it more than made up for that. I would recommend doing this ride in the late summer when you’re sure to have warm weather. We went through a lot of woods so the sun got blocked a lot.