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There were five of us on four motorcycles…

Just this morning, I came across a short travel diary done by a Russian fellow named Zimin about a motorcycle trip he took with friends in 1955.

They were five friends on four motorcycles (one had a sidecar), none with rear suspension.

Our serious mugs reflected our notion at the time of how serious people were supposed to look in historic moments

Only two of them had obtained motorcycle licenses. Not long before the trip, only one of them had a motorcycle.

He writes in a witty, almost sarcastic style, always with a bit of a wink and a nod.

The driver’s license situation didn’t cause us any trouble and never led to any problems with the police. Ordinarily, any contact with the authorities was accompanied by the presentation of the letter from MAI with the request “to all Party and Soviet organizations to aid the group of motorized tourists from MAI [Moscow Aviation Institute] in their quest… etc, etc.” That took care of everything. The only few times that we were asked to show our licenses, one of the licensed drivers would show his and say: “The rest of the documents are packed in that suitcase. Should we unpack?” That order never followed.

We had letters on MAI letterhead for every emergency; MAI letterheads were plentiful.

What’s more remarkable are the pictures. He took a lot of them and the story is mostly based around what he shot.

I could say more to describe all of this, but why bother? Just go read it yourself. It’s a very short chapter in a long book about his life.

Read it here.

I found this on The new Cafe (Racer) Society blog. I read it every day and highly recommend it.

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New York City?! (Get the rope!)

Yesterday, I went to New York City with Sarah and a bunch of folks from the Bloomsburg art program thing. While most of them checked out the museums, Sarah and I hit the lower east side in search of four things.

1) 26 2nd Ave
2) 25 1st Ave
3) The Hare Krishna Tree
4) Doughnut Connection

We also checked out a few galleries and walked WAY too far.

Well, I figured that 26 2nd Ave would be closed, but I wanted to at least see it. I’ve never been there before. Actually, I’ve never really been to the lower east side before. I don’t care for NYC. At all.

So we went around the block to see Radha-Murlidhara (spelling?), but that was all closed up. There were some buttons to push to ring someone, but I felt weird saying “Hey, um… Haribol… I want to see the temple room.”

I took a few pics and headed to Tompkins Square Park to see the Hare Krishna Tree. At first, we couldn’t find it, but we called Rati and wandered around the weird park – it’s all fenced in everywhere. Finally, we found it. I was pretty excited. There’s even a plaque put up by the city (at the request of IRM – SHAME on ISKCON for not doing this first!).

We hung out in the park and then walked a bit to the Doughnut Planet. Doughnut Planet is a devotee-run doughnut shop. I got a glazed doughnut and it was amazing. The devotee working there, a Trinidadian-bodied devotee whose name started with “Hari-” was great. He was encouraging and a bit pushy – just how I like my Trinidadians! He told me to always remember Krishna and to never forget Krishna. It’s not always easy to remember to remember Krishna. And it’s even harder to not forget to never forget Him. Thanks!

We had some time to kill, so Sarah thought it would be a good idea to walk from 4th Street to where we were being picked up… on 51st Street. Only 50 blocks away from where we were! I figured she was joking, so said ok. But she wasn’t joking. We walked 50 blocks. Around 34th Street, my left knee gave out on me. Around 40th, my right ankle was starting to not work. But by this time, it was a great contest of endurance. New York City was waging a war of attrition on me and I’ll be damned if I was going to let it win!

After nearly 90 minutes of walking, we made it to 51st Street. I was, of course, unable to walk. I was hardly able to stand – the boots I wore weren’t made for this amount of walking. I was dead.

Thankfully, the bus came and I was able to rest up on the way home.

Overall, it was a great day. Beautiful day. I was sad that I didn’t make a arrangements to see the temples. Mostly, I just don’t want to be a bother.

Click here for more pics…

And if you like, Sarah’s…

Tiny trip to Memphis with Route 66 in there too. WHAT?!

Sometimes impromptu trips are wonderful.

I’ll be leaving on Friday morning for a whirlwind trip with Smartz and her friend Becky. It’s kind of neat to be hitting some of Route 66 before hitting Route 66 on the scooter.

Day One – Leaving early morning on I-80 west (possibly my leave favorite highway ever) to Chicago. Once in Chicago, we’re seeing The Bean and maybe the Chicago Diner. Hey, did anyone know that Oz Park existed? Weird! I’d love to see it. We’ll be staying near Joliet, IL that night.

Day Two – Taking Old Route 66 across Illinois to just outside of St. Louis. Lots of things to see. You can read about my 2006 trip on this section here.

Day Three – In St. Louis we’ll see the arch, Laumeier Sculpture Park and the Sierra Sculpture Park. After those, we’ll be taking Old Route 66 to Lebanon, MO. We’ll bid adieu to the Mother Road and take a couple of other roads to just outside of Memphis, TN.

Day Four – In Memphis. Becky is visiting a campus for grad school and Smartz and I will be taking in some sites provided by my dear friend Cole who had the fortune to live in Memphis for a bit for some reason or another (hehe). This is the reason for the trip, really. It started with Becky wanting to just go to Memphis to check out a campus. We’ll be staying east of Nashville that night.

Day Five – Heading to Roanoke, VA and then taking the Blue Ridge Parkway and Skyline Drive to Front Royal, VA. From there it’s a near straight shot on I-81 back home to Bloomsburg.

The trip was originally supposed to be Smartz and Becky going to Memphis. Clearly, I got my meddling fingers in this thing.

We’ll see how it goes.
Here’s the map…

Driving back to Pennsylvania wasn’t as fun as it usually is.

Not that it wasn’t fun. But mostly, I just took the interstates. I made good time, of course, though I nearly ran out of gas around the awesomely named town of Natty Glo, PA.

Today, I visited two places. First, the Galitzen Tunnels in the appropriately named town of Tunnel Hill. It was windy and cold and the museum closed at 5pm, so when i got there at 4pm, everyone was gone. Thanks.

The second place I visited was Horseshoe Curve. It’s a line of railroad track that is laid out in the shape of a (ready for this?) horseshoe.

There’s often lots of traffic on it and when I got there, I missed a rather long train. So I walked up the 40 million steps and waited in the windy cold for the next train.

Oh and then I heard a rumblin’ like there was a train coming! And there was! And it was exciting. There were two other guys up there waiting and I nearly told them that I heard a train coming, but then I saw that it was just two engines and that’s it. No train for Eric.

I waited a bit more and then left. Though I’m sure I missed the coolest train ever mere seconds after turning around and leaving.

On the way out, I stopped at some old furnaces that I spied to the right of me. I crossed a stream or two, walked past some newly rebuilt wetlands and found myself in a line of 40 or so furnaces. These belonged to an iron company in the 1800′s. There was even a small railroad that served them.

I took too many pictures and then left. Now I’m in Pennsylvania. We’ll see what that holds. I can’t imagine that I’ll be here every day. I want to get some traveling in. But for now, it’s where I shall be.

Look at my too many pictures of shit you don’t care about… here.

What I like about ME!

You know what I really like about me? Well, not a whole whole lot, but at least one thing. And that’s that I’m punctual.

Punctuality is next to awesomeness and that’s basically me today. Get this…

This morning, I left and said that I would arrive at 9pm. So I departed at 1pm and went to a bunch of places and got stuck at a railroad crossing (train decided it would be cool to stop for like an hour with three cars left to go). Oh, and I got lost in a town called Tunnel Hill.

And guess when I arrived! 9pm sharp. not 9:01, not 8.59. Oh nono. I dig that.

Is it important? Hell no. But that’s me: impressed by the meaningless. Wee!

More on this tomorrow. And pics!

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Whither Seattle?

I’ve decided to cancel my Seattle trip until further notice. I was stupid and didn’t leave enough time between arriving back in PA and leaving for Scoot 66 – not even two weeks. I wanted to get a lot more riding in before then.

I’m sort of terrified of the Scoot 66 trip. I really want to do it (and will), but unless I get more riding time before leaving, my confidence level will be really low.

So that’s my decision. I was dumb and scheduled too long of a time in Seattle and can’t change my ticket because it’s so restrictive.

There are a few smaller trips that I will take, both in cars and on the scooter, so all is not lost. And hopefully I’ll find my way out to Seattle towards the end of summer.

My Trippi to Philippi (I’m so funny)

Upon coming back to WV, I had a few trips in mind. One was to Philippi and Rich Mountain (the first and third land battles of the Civil War)… (the second was The Battle of Big Bethel, in southeast Virginia).

imgp1043_800.JPGAnyway, Philippi is about 2 hours of ridiculously twisty US250 South away. It’s beautiful, of course, but wow, it’s really freakily twisty. The towns along US250 are pretty run down, but would be great for a bit of urban exploration if you’re crazy enough to enter the rickety buildings of West Virginians with guns. Just a thought.

The towns of Littleton and Hundred were great and there seemed to be a bit of appreciation for their history. There was a rails-to-trails section along the old B & O Railroad bed (B & O stands for Baltimore & Ohio Railroad – they owned most of the rail traffic through here).

I stumbled across an old tunnel, but it had been bricked up. Hopefully it can be unbricked for future rails-to-trails stuff. But seeing has how the locals use the old railroad bed as a road for everything from ATVs to regular cars, it’s rather unlikely.

A bit farther down the line, the town of Mannington was pretty cool. There was a Civil War Trails plaque that basically gave an overview of stuff in the area. Union troops camped here in 1861, before any fighting took place.

imgp1045_800.JPGWhile driving through Mannington, I saw a sign for “Round Barn.” Sarah, for some reason, was on a round barn kick a few weeks ago and yeah, I think they’re pretty cool too. So I hung a right and after a few miles, there it was. West Virginia’s only restored round barn.

An old fellow came out of his house, which I assumed originally was the farm house for the barn, though it’s a separate property now. He walked up to my car and asked “Is that one of them there hybrid cars?” I said that it wasn’t, “nope, just a normal car.” He asked how much it got per gallon. I said around 40. “Yeah boy, I tell you, that’s what you need nowadays. Gas is ridiculous. N’it’s just gonna git worse, I fear.”

He was a nice fellow and I got a smile out of him. Not a bad thing.

imgp1053_800.JPGBack on US250, eventually it connects to it’s parent route, US 50. It follows along US 50 to Grafton, passing a really cool old motel. Grafton has a very large national cemetery where they’ve buried soldiers from WW 2 onward. I visited it looking for Civil War graves, but those are in another, apparently impossible to find, cemetery. I drove around the town looking for it and failed. I did, however find a sad, run down town that was desperately trying to find itself.

It was in Grafton that the Union troops coordinated the attack on Philippi. It was here that the Civil War’s first battle was planned. They really want to focus on that. It was also a pretty big B & O Railroad yard. And not only that, it was (supposedly) the place where the first Mother’s Day was celebrated.

imgp1059_800.JPGWhile it’s true that Anna Jarvis founded Mother’s Day in Grafton, WV, the first attempt at an American Mother’s Day was by Julia Ward Howe after the Civil War as a call for peace and disarmament. It didn’t really take since there was a political bent to it. However, Jarvis’s “just celebrate mom” (a good idea, to be sure) worked. And in 1907, we got Mother’s Day. Though, nine years after the first Mother’s Day, Jarvis protested against what it had become: commercialized by American consumerism. Big shock.

They should have went with the original idea.

While leaving Grafton, I stopped at a Civil Monument. I usually just pass them by (seriously, I know it doesn’t seem like I do, but I really do!) and found this one to be very interesting.

imgp1066_800.JPGThis was the spot, the exact spot, where the first Union soldier was killed by enemy fire. Actually, it’s where the first soldier of either side was killed. Here is where, on May 22, 1861, Thornsbury Bailey Brown, Company B “The Grafton Guards,” 2nd Virginia (US) was shot by a Confederate sniper.

When the Confederates fired upon the Union-held Fort Sumter, in Charleton harbor, on April 12, 1861, it was considered the start of the Civil War. However, while the fort was surrendered, nobody was killed by enemy fire. So, well over a month later, we get our first casualty.

Coincidently, the first Confederate casualty was at the Battle of Big Bethel, hundreds of miles away, on June 10. The Confederates soundly defeated the Union, incurring only one death, though killed several (eight, I think) Union soldiers.

imgp1068_800.JPGAnd from Grafton, on to Philippi! Philippi has a covered bridge. A big one. Oh I couldn’t wait! I had been there over a decade before and wanted to see it again.

It’s also the place where the first land battle of the Civil War took place on June 3, 1861. It was a fairly bloodless battle where the Union troops caught the Confederates by surprise. They fired a few shots and fled. Nobody died.

The real carnage of the war wasn’t a reality. Not yet. After Philippi was the battle of Big Bethel, hundreds of miles away and basically unrelated. Few deaths there too.

But The Battle of Rich Mountain had to have changed some folks’ idea of what the war would be.

imgp1073_800.JPGRich Mountain Battlefield, south of Philippi was my next destination. I had never been there and I really dig these small battlefields. The Confederate camping ground was still open land (treeless) and you could get a feel for how it was. The battlefield, just up the hill, still had fairly well preserved earthworks. I was pretty stoked about that. You don’t get to see such things very often.

Up the hill even farther, is where the real tumult took place. On July 11, 1861, the sneaky Union troops surprised the Confederates yet again and split them in two. After a two-hour (some sources say four-hour) battle, the Union had killed, wounded or captured over 400 Confederates.

After the war, many Confederate soldiers came back and carved the names of the fallen comrades upon the many rocks, memorializing the first who fell on their baptism of fire.

I had further plans for the day, but had taken too long along the way (especially in Grafton) to complete them. On top of all that, I had one of the worst headaches I’ve had in a long, long time. I decided to call it a day and head back.

Click to view pics of my day.
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