Tag Archives: camping
The 5 craziest things I did on my motorcycle this year
Follow these stealth motorcycle campers into the Maine woods
These two guys from the Bangor area just posted a Youtube video of their overnight motorcycle stealth camping adventure somewhere in Maine. Judging by the bridge they cross over the Piscataquis River, they started out on the Lagrange Rail Trail. After that? Who knows? They end up taking a path unknown to them and camp next to […]
VIDEO: Camping colder than Russia
On Sunday morning, I unzipped my tent and the normally silent nylon fabric crackled like the plastic wrapping my dad used to take off his pack of Winstons before lighting up. My breath swirled around my head, orbiting in a cloud of smoke. It stuck to my beard in icy chunks. The sun had not summited the […]
VIDEO: Winter motorcycle camping gets better when it stops raining
I’d made up my mind. The next person who walked through the door, brushing sleet off their shoulders, motioning to my motorcycle parked outside and asking, “How’s the riding?” was going to get my small paper cup full of coffee in the face. I’m not normally a hostile person. I’ve waited out the rain in […]
VIDEO: Motorcycles on ice
On Friday night I wore two pairs of long johns, Red Sox-themed fleece pants with a long-sleeved, insulated undershirt, a flannel shirt, a hoodie and a one-piece, insulated Dickies jumpsuit. A wool hat, two pairs of socks and gloves completed the look. Then I wriggled into a 20 degree down mummy bag and then squeezed […]
VIDEO: Motorcycles do not float
VIDEO: Sidecar snowpocalypse makeup ride
I set out, heading west, around 5 p.m. Friday night. It took me ages to wriggle through Portland’s commuter traffic as working stiffs squeezed out of the city, headed for their weekends in the suburbs. Once I got past Standish, on Route 25, the cars and traffic lights thinned out considerably. Still, I knew I […]
VIDEO: Motorcycle camping in the blizzard
The roads leading west into New Hampshire were slick last Friday morning. The leading edge of the snowstorm the TV weather folks were calling the impending “Snowpocalypse” or “Deathstorm ’13” in their typically understated fashion, was already dumping snow on me. I was astride my Russian-made Ural sidecar rig headed from Portland to Fryeburg. It […]