Category Archives: beach
Ride Without Hugs
The only thing missing from our first official HOG day ride since the pandemic was hugs. Some riders gave “air hugs” and fist bumps. Most riders stood apart and greeted each other with a nod, grateful to see friends in … Continue reading
When it’s the end of the school year, and you’re tired
End of the school year deadlines binged on my phone, and I felt like it would be impossible to walk out in two weeks on May 30. I still had piles everywhere in my third grade classroom. This year had … Continue reading
San Simeon from a Cage
A black line of Harleys wrapped around the mountain, hidden in curves and revealed in straightaways. What was I doing, following in my Corolla, when I longed to feel the ocean wind bite while dancing the twisties? Most of … Continue reading
The Rock Store
If you’re not a motorcycle rider, you’ve probably never heard of The Rock Store. Why would a former hot springs resort and bootlegger hideout attract crowds of Harley-Davidsons, Hondas, and sport bikes every weekend? Our HOG chapter spent a warm … Continue reading
A different ride- the eventual end
The final night of a weekend Harley trip is smooth going down but leaves a bitter after taste. Our HOG chapter president offered to have dinner delivered for the whole group of thirty riders, and we gladly accepted. After riding … Continue reading
A different ride- part two
The line of Harleys snaked over the windswept mountains, scattered ranch houses our only company. No people or animals appeared. When did these people work on their land? The lonely hills rolled off into the distance in front of … Continue reading
Elements of a Ride
Riding Harleys uses alchemy—you can experience the elements of air, earth, water, and fire all in one ride. The first element we encountered was fire when our planned destination was in doubt when we met at the dealership for … Continue reading
Sea Turtles
Ancient eyes watched me struggle to breathe through my snorkel. An immense shell blocked the sunlight filtering through the water and suddenly I was aware of the sea turtle floating close to me. I backed away from its penetrating … Continue reading
The Cave- Part Two
“Hey, watch out!” a tiny voice screamed at Meghan as she fell out of darkness and into the back of a loaded hay wagon. After she regained her breath, she felt movement under her back and then a sharp pain. … Continue reading