Archive for August, 2012

Well Said

Posted: August 25, 2012 in General Musings

Saw this sign while trying to pull out onto the very busy Route 44/202 in Canton, CT.

Allow me to translate: “To – Donut stuffing, coffee swilling, shovel leaning D.O.T. Imbecile – YOU may have a truck or X-Ray vision but the rest of us can’t see through this sign!!”

Sometimes others say things so much more eloquently than I can ever imagine…

Ride hard, ride safe, and enjoy every mile.

This is probably one of the hardest riding related pieces I’ve ever tried to write. And why is that? Quite simply, Melisa and I packed so much into 3 days of riding that I wouldn’t even know where to begin! It started off as a quick getaway… a nice ride, time at the beach, and lobster dinners. And we kept adding to the list from there. The best way to format it is to try day-by-day…

Wednesday August 22, 2012:

We left CT after 9:00 am with the hopes of making it up to Seacoast Harley Davidson between 12 and 2 – I had a service appointment to install the Boom! Audio speakers on my bike. And this wouldn’t have been a problem had our stomachs not gotten in the way. On our previous trip to Maine with Todd and Kim (see A New England Weekend series of posts dates July 28-31) we passed a restaurant on RT 1 in New Hampshire that touted the best lobster roll in New England. Seeing as the point of the July trip was to try “the best lobster roll” Todd and Kim had ever eaten, it was safe to say The Beach Plum (the restaurant on RT 1) would become the brunt of many jokes that weekend. But fast forward a few weeks. On my weekend trip to Vermont, The Beach Plum came up again in conversation; this time from Jeremy, a resident of the area. He swore they were the best. If what he was saying was true, Melisa and I weren’t about to let the “best lobster roll in New England” go untasted. And of course, we were stopping for lunch before our service appointment!

According to Todd, “Served with cheap potato chips……I think not.” According to Melisa, it was way better than Day’s.

Following lunch and the subsequent (late) installation of my speakers, we made our way up RT 1 for a whopping 10 minutes until we stopped in Portsmouth – I have been meaning to stop in at The Portsmouth Brewery for quite some time, and I was hoping, although a long shot, that Kate the Great would be on tap at the brewery. Well, it wasn’t. And worse, I found out Kate may never be brewed again [what the article doesn’t mention is that although Ted Mot owns the recipe, The Portsmouth Brewery supposedly retains the rights to the name]. Well, without Kate on tap, we ordered up two beers, which were average at best, and ordered up a plate of nachos. They were definitely above average… see what I mean?

Oh my god… soooo cheesy!!!

After filling ourselves up at The Beach Plum, and then topping off our tanks at Portsmouth Brewing Co., we were ready to make our way into Maine and discuss our dinner options. But first, we had to check in at The Lodge at Kennebunk, unpack, take a dip in the pool, cruise the town a bit, and then, and only then, were we finally able to eat again. As self-proclaimed creatures of habit, we like to stay where we’ve stayed in the past, and we like to eat where we’ve eaten in the past. Tried and tested by me is always better than recommended by another. The Pilot House is a great example. Personally, I can’t stand the places that are touted as “the place where the locals go when they want…” in this case, a lobster meal.” Truthfully, the locals aren’t going anywhere. They are buying their whole lobsters for $2 off a boat and cooking them up at home. But alas, I digress. The Pilot House is not a tourist trap in the expensive sense of the word.  We have learned through many a meal there, that their food is very good, and reasonably priced. You can usually get a lobster dinner around $10 (the cole slaw is worth the price alone, it is sooooooo good!), and if you read all the signs, you can often add a steak to it for a buck more. Cans of PBR are cheap. The outside dining is more like eating in a shipyard than a quaint Maine harbor, and because it’s never as busy as the true tourist traps next door, it feels like you’ve made the right decision choosing a place to eat. And it tastes that way too. Just keep your motorcycle maps off the table, and no one will ever know you’re not from around there (except of course, if you order the lobster dinner).

Finally, after a long, hard day of riding, and a day of constant eating, it was off to bed.

Thursday August 24, 2012:

What should have been a nice relaxing 30 mile ride south into York, turned into a 200 mile jaunt that brought us north for more lobster rolls, then south into York.

Prior to this trip, we had watched Adam Richman’s Best Sandwich in America on the Travel Channel. One of the restaurants he highlighted for the New England area was in Portsmouth New Hampshire (a crab-filled grilled cheese), but we weren’t heading there again. One of the other sandwiches was a zesty lemon lobster roll in Naples, Maine at a restaurant called The Galley. When debating whether or not we wanted to try it, we concluded, “why wouldn’t we?” And so, we did.

Famously, President Bush (George H.) owns a family home in Kennebunkport, ME. We saw it for the first time on a trip two summers ago, and we couldn’t help but stop again. We were relieved to see the family boat docked safely in the bay after their previous mishap. There is something mystifying about watching Secret Service patrol the premises on golf carts and a fleet of black government vehicles in the driveway. But more so, I like to stare at the home and daydream. I just cannot fathom what it would be like to live in a house with such a stunning view of the water.

The Bush Compound (Kennebunkport, ME)

Melisa, moments before diving in the bay and cruising away on the Bush boat.

Our trip north took us through the Sebago Lakes area, which was pretty cool to see and ride. We arrived at The Galley around lunch time. We ordered up some of Baxter Brewing Company’s Stowaway IPA, and three lobster rolls… an original, a chicken caesar, and a zesty lemon (thanks to recommendation of Adam Richman… yeah yeah, I know, just earlier I was talking about recommendations as opposed to tried and tested… yada yada). They did not disappoint, however, I am hard pressed to call the flavored rolls better than any traditional lobster roll, simply on the basis of added flavor alone. Don’t get me wrong, they are very good, in fact, they were great. But it’s not like judging similar things… it’s like comparing a hot dog with mustard to a hot dog with chili, cheese, and bacon.

After Naples, and before York, we stopped in Bath. The shipyard was releasing 2nd shift at 4:00… quite a sight it was to see the workers waiting at the gates then running to their cars, and peeling out of the driveway as soon as the whistle blew. I have never seen anyone so happy to leave work. Once the whistle blows they are on personal time, so why stick around?!? On the way down to York we hit the congested Route 1, then jumped onto the highway slab to make it quick and less painful.

Picture it, Cape Neddick and the Nubble Lighthouse on a Thursday evening in August. People everywhere. Barely a spot to park the bike. Tourists taking pictures. Tourists eating seafood dinners and lobster rolls from the neighboring shack. We were those tourists, but we weren’t eating anything. Looking forward to dinner I was, but we still had a hotel to get to, and a pool to swim in… but alas, we took our pictures, we climbed all over the rocks. We read our compass readings.  All in a 45 minute stop! And all in a 45 minute stop we weren’t expecting to make but I followed the GPS wrong. Funny how that stuff happens.

Time for dinner after finally making it to the hotel and grabbing a quick swim. Of course, as tourists, we wanted more lobster. Lobster, lobster, lobster – all I could think of was lobster, and of course, the great scene in Summer Rental…

Upon receiving a recommendation, we felt it better to take a quick ride up to Main Street. Is it even called that?!? It is the Main Street in York, but I don’t know if it’s Main Street. Either way, we parked. We walked. We visited stores we would never normally visit. We bought candy. We visited more stores we only went to because they were there. We ate candy. We visited more stores that sold things we would never buy (besides candy). We watched the salt water taffy being made… you know, all the things kids enjoy doing when they go, but as an adult it might be appealing once. If that. But it was tons of fun because we were doing it.

When we were done being kids we decided to take a little cruise down the beach. There is something awesome and exhilarating about smelling the ocean air on a motorcycle. There is also something kind of awkward about feeling the salt and ocean spray as well. But it was a blast nonetheless. And down the beach we went.  And up the beach. And down the beach. And up the beach. And when it was finally time to stop for dinner, it turned into a son of a beach. Everything closes early. Who would have known. Cheap lobster was not in the cards for us. Pub fare was not in the cards for us. A burger was not in the cards for us. Everything was closed except one restaurant that very politely said, “we are closing so if you could find another place…” And they recommended the York Harbor Inn. Down the road about 3 miles. And I am very happy we went.  We had a casual dinner with live music in their Ship’s Cellar Pub. The nachos were great. The burger was awesome. And the fish sandwich was phenomenal.

Friday August 25, 2012:

There was one mantra for the day. No highway. No asphalt slab. No getting up to speed (a very rapid speed) and just going. No… well, you get the point. Without nary a worry in the world or a reason to get back home (the dogs were being cared for thankfully!) we decided we would spend the day casually riding and stopping where and when we wanted.

We decided to ride Route 1A as far down the coast of  Maine and into New Hampshire as possible. It was bright and sunny, and  the roads were surprisingly empty. I guess it makes sense on a Friday morning at the end of August. There were a few detours, which meant we couldn’t cross 1A into NH, but it wasn’t much of a worry. As we crossed, we noticed what appeared to be a fairly random submarine on the side of the road.

Spontaneous stop number one: The USS Albacore

This was cool! The USS Albacore visitor’s center (yes, it was the biggest Tuna sub I have ever seen) was a small  museum and you could board and tour the submarine. We took a few pictures on the sub… I felt like a giant on this thing. A man of my not-so-athletic physique is not cut out for life on a sub. Hopefully they are building them larger nowadays.

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Click here for more details on the USS Albacore.

The next stop wasn’t very spontaneous. We knew we were stopping back at The Beach Plum for lunch. And we did. And it was just as good as it was two days earlier.

After lunch we followed 1A as far as possible, down the New Hampshire coast, and into Massachusetts. It’s amazing how much Salisbury Beach in Mass reminded me of the dingiest parts of Wildwood, NJ or Atlantic City. Definitely a far cry from beaches in Maine (and even NH).

The way the GPS routed us, we were going to head directly through Boston. In order to enjoy the roads more, we rerouted and winded our way over to route 2 West, and made our way to 2A.

Spontaneous stop number two: Walden Pond

I would like to pretend I was enamored by the site. I would like to pretend I felt the magic and mystique felt by Henry David Thoreau more than 150 years ago. I would like to pretend it was silent and peaceful. I would like to pretend we visited for more than 10 minutes before we got fed up with tourists, and swimmers, and beach goers, and the inability to park, and the… well, you get my drift. We didn’t last very long there.

Click here for more details on Walden Pond

It was 4:30 pm. With the rumble of the engine, the open road ahead of us, and Walden Pond thankfully behind us, I began to wonder out loud in conversation with Melisa whether or not something was wrong with me. Here I am, a high school English teacher, a lover of literature, visiting an important site of American Literature, and I couldn’t tolerate it. Thankfully she couldn’t either.  But nothing was wrong with us, as we learned shortly thereafter. We were riding through some of the most historic towns in American History – Concord, soon Lexington, etc. We were riding on the very roads that now sit on Revolutionary War grounds. Somewhere along Route 2A we hit Lincoln and passed rather quickly a sign that read “Paul Revere Capture Site.” We slowed down, turned around, and decided to give it a few minutes.

Spontaneous stop number three: Paul Rever Capture Site

Although American History is important, I never considered myself a scholar in it, and truthfully, I never gave it much study except where necessary. Figured this would be a quick stop – after all, if I, an English teacher, couldn’t stomach staying at Walden Pond longer than 10 minutes, why would I want to stay here longer than 5?  We were wrong. Our stop was about 30 minutes. It amazes me how a site like this could evoke such a sense of wonderment and awe. Although nothing more than a small monument and plaque, my mind couldn’t get over the fact that I was standing on a site of history. The man never made it to Lexington. There were stories that you never hear in history class. William Dawes was at a bar? Samuel Prescott was with his girlfriend and he was the only one that finished the ride – figuratively and literally I guess. The scene of Revere’s and Dawes’ capture played over and over in my head…

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Click here to read Paul Revere’s account of that night. (Unfortunately I don’t have a link to Sam Prescott’s girlfriend)

Our history lesson over, we snaked our way through east central Massachusetts until we hit Route 20 and followed it west from Wayland, MA, passed Sturbridge, and into Brimfield. Although the sun was down, and it was dark outside, we noticed tremendous amounts of damage to Brimfield and Monson resulting from the tornadoes that hit on June 1, 2011. Although we had seen parts of the damage in the past, this was the first time we had seen how it affected these areas in Massachusetts. It was fascinating to say the least, as I had to force my eyes to stay focused on the road rather than trying to take in all the damage – vast landscapes wiped out (vast for New England), tree branches and tops all gone, bare hillsides, and damaged homes.

The last 30 minutes of the ride were special in their own right. A few teenagers were walking on the streets as we rumbled through Longmeadow, MA. I can only imagine the looks on their faces as they turned to see a Harley Davidson Street Glide cruising to the blaring sounds of Ke$ha’s Animal blaring from the new Boom! Audio speakers that prompted us to take this trip. We arrived home at 9:30, clocking more than 10 hours saddle time from Maine to Connecticut.

As I reflect back, this one day of riding is up there as one of the best, if not the best, days of riding I have ever had. It’s greatness is a result of equal parts shared experience with Melisa, awesome spontaneous stops at interesting sites along the way, many hours in the saddle, and of course, awesome food.

Total Trip: 646 miles.

Ride hard, ride safe, and enjoy every mile.

USS Albacore

Posted: August 24, 2012 in Destinations, General Musings, Photos, Travel

This is the biggest tuna sub I’ve ever seen!


Portsmouth, NH. Ride hard, ride safe, and enjoy every mile.

The Beach Plum lobster roll. It weighs in at 7 ounces and doesn’t disappoint. But is it the best in New England? It’s too early to tell. More to taste before I award the title.


The Beach Plum: 17 Ocean Boulevard, North Hampton, New Hampshire.

Ride hard, ride safe, and enjoy every mile.

I just got home from another awesome weekend of riding. For the past few years my buddy Ashwin and I have been going on a weekend get-a-way or two on the bikes. This year, as time seemed to be slipping away from us, he was able to pull together a trip. I would like to say joining us were his friends Jim, Craig, and Scott, but truthfully, I was joining them as this was a riding group he had been apart of for a while.

We met on Saturday morning, August 18, 2012, at the Chelsea Royal Diner in Brattleboro, VT. Ashwin and Scott were the first to arrive, followed by me and hour later, and Craig and Jim an hour or so after that. I didn’t realize it I arrived, but the Chelsea Royal has a reputation for being one of the best breakfasts in Vermont. And of course, I ordered a cheeseburger.

One of my favorite Far Side comics.

After grabbing a bite to eat, we were on our way. Up RT 9 to RT 100, where we followed it all the way to 17. And yes, it’s the same stretch of 17 from my previous weekend trip with Melisa, Todd, and Kim. We were supposed to stay at the Hyde Away Inn, but when we arrived we learned it was hit with an electrical fire the night before, and therefore was closed. That explained the eerie feeling we all had pulling into a completely empty parking lot. Ater a few phone calls we were able to find a great deal on two rooms at the Mad River Barn. The barn was fairly empty, we had minimal wifi access, and the “lounge” upstairs had a TV, DVD player, and luckily, a copy of Family Guy’s Something, Something, Something Dark Side. Fortunately, we liked it enough to watch it 5 times in the following two days. Betsy Pratt is the 84 year old owner of the Mad River Barn, the former owner of Mad River Glen, and she’s a remarkable woman! (Google her and you will find out, or just click here: New York Times article on Betsy Pratt) We ate dinner at Localfolk Smokehouse… good food, good beer selection!

Saturday proved to be one of the hardest days of riding I have ever done. It wasn’t because of total mileage (we clocked 200 on the day), and it wasn’t because of weather. I was riding with one other Harley, 2 Triumphs, a BMW, and a Hyabusa. And their riders were skilled, two with race track experience. I know, ride at your own pace and don’t try to follow the crowds. And that’s what I did. Although I did use it as an opportunity to push the envelope of my own riding, as well as to practice basic skills like looking through turns, that I otherwise have lost or gotten lazy with over the years. On our way through Rutland there was a large 100 on 100 road race taking place. I didn’t participate, but I was the world’s biggest cheerleader. Riding through the town on my bike, sending air high fives, and cheering people on. I have been on the running end of a grueling, monstrous, extremely long marathon road race – it was a 5K! Anyway, I know the little cheering helps you keep it going, so that’s the encouragement I was trying to provide.

Sunday (August 19, 2012) was an easier day of riding. We didn’t slow up, but I was back to riding smart rather than lazy. We ate lunch at the Pro Pig in Waterbury, and I washed it down with a Hill Farmstead Abner and a Heady Topper from The Alchemist. My riding limit for beers is definitely lower than these two! As for the miles themselves, Routes 12A and 73 were the highlights of the day; and I even conquered 17 again. And again. And then again at night. Around dusk I took off from the barn to take a few pics with my bike. I brought myself to the top of the mountain again where I witnessed an amazing sunset over the Mad RIver Valley. I was also blessed to chat it up with a newly retired couple who relocated to VT to spend their retirement days.

Monday was a relatively easy day… we packed things up, ate some breakfast (“Did you know there’s a salmonella outbreak in Tennessee?” Betsy asked this question after we had a mouthful of the melon!) It was the ride home. We took one more rip up 17 to the top, then back down, snaked 100 into Ludlow, ate lunch at Tacos Tacos, and then I followed 103 to 91S, nearly ran out of gas, and made my way home.

Total length of the weekend trip: 566.2 miles.

Here are some pics of the weekend…

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Ride hard, ride safe, and enjoy every mile.

Oh the Irony…

Posted: August 1, 2012 in General Musings

When we arrived home from our trip last night, this was waiting for me in my mailbox. For your viewing pleasure, I have included a video that sums up exactly how I felt reading this letter…




Ride hard, ride safe, and enjoy every mile.