A map of New York City to the street. The first map that ever intimidated me.
The shadiest motel in New Hampshire. We didn't even untuck the covers, and we slept on top. The joys of riding into the night until you're desparate to stop at the first motel you find. There wasn't one for another 100km, we found out the next morning anyways.
Note the low ceiling and the scratch marks on the door. From a dog or a small child?
Classy. You gotta stay here at least once. Never twice.
The best thing about New Hampshire is the license plates. The second best this is pronouncing the "shire" like the place where hobbits live.
My cousin Craig graciously let us stay with him. He's in the middle there. That's a cityscape in the background. I crack me up.
The pugs loved Scott's receding hairline.
This picture is for my Dad, who calls both of these dogs "Frank." He also called both his sons "Frank."
The Holland tunnel, the only place to break 100km/hr within New York City.
Tough traffic on the Brooklyn Bridge. Scott gets props for a sweet photo on the go.
A map of New York City to the street. The first map that ever intimidated me.
The shadiest motel in New Hampshire. We didn't even untuck the covers, and we slept on top. The joys of riding into the night until you're desparate to stop at the first motel you find. There wasn't one for another 100km, we found out the next morning anyways.
Note the low ceiling and the scratch marks on the door. From a dog or a small child?
Classy. You gotta stay here at least once. Never twice.
The best thing about New Hampshire is the license plates. The second best this is pronouncing the "shire" like the place where hobbits live.
My cousin Craig graciously let us stay with him. He's in the middle there. That's a cityscape in the background. I crack me up.
The pugs loved Scott's receding hairline.
This picture is for my Dad, who calls both of these dogs "Frank." He also called both his sons "Frank."
The Holland tunnel, the only place to break 100km/hr within New York City.
Tough traffic on the Brooklyn Bridge. Scott gets props for a sweet photo on the go.
Born sometime in the last several decades, he's an old fashioned "what's that, a computer?" kinda guy. Rides an '03 KLR650 with curious army ration boxes stuck to the sides. He likes fishing and fishing. He stepped on a nail once.
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