Monday June 9, 2014 / Portland to Millinocket Total kilometers: 279 I left portland at the stroke of 2:30 p.m. I’d planned, of course, on leaving at dawn like a real adventurer. But it’s hard to stick to deadlines when you’re on vacation. I was making for the St. John River. Every winter, after Christmas sometime, […]
My three-wheeled motorcycle coasted down the hill toward the water in Old Orchard Beach on Monday. In my sidecar was BDN biz reporter Darren Fishell. We were on assignment, asking folks if the falling Loony would affect business in the seaside town where so many Canadians spend their vacations. I rolled past the metered, motorcycle-only […]
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 […]
Here’s a video I didn’t make. My sidecar riding pal, John, made made this short film. It features himself, another three-wheeled scallawag named Poacher Bob and an intrepid youngster named Jackson as they amble up the Sandwich Notch Road in New Hampshire. I don’t know exactly when it took place but, by the foliage, I’d […]
I came to a stop behind Thermos on the dusty trail. He had both of his gloved hands over his head. He was clapping. Just ahead of him, in the middle of a small stream was Keith. His bike was submerged, up to both cylinder heads, in brown water. The rear of the bike was […]
A leaden sky was spitting snow and the thermometer read 20 degrees when I mounted my Soviet Steed Saturday morning and headed for Cole Farms restaurant in Gray. I took the turnpike for expediency and the wind found every crack in my cold weather armor at 55mph. I was grateful for my heated gloves and […]
Note: This is the fourth in a series of posts by someone who doesn’t know squat about guns, but is curious to find out more. Click here for PART ONE, PART TWO or PART THREE. I picked up my friend Darren outside his apartment just a few blocks from my house and he slid into the motorcycle sidecar, […]
The clock said 9:30 a.m. when my wife set the coffee on the nightstand and said, “You’re burning daylight, hoss.” So much for the early start. I was mounted up and rolling west out of Portland by half-past ten. It was starting to get warm, but there was a breeze and the stifling humidity of […]
I left my house in Portland Friday at the crack of noon after packing and tying up some loose ends with work. I was to meet a couple of fellow sidecarists (Thomas and John) at the Phillips Memorial Preserve near Oquossoc later in the day. But first I had to ride to Bath to pick […]
