Author Archives: ACurry

Life on the road means never knowing what comes next! It’s been two years and a bit now, since the last post. I spent 4 weeks in England, catching up with old friends and family, drunk a lot of beer and reaquainted myself with the North East. Herietta would be arriving in Australia, it had … Continue reading »

  I started looking on the web for somewhere I might hang around for a few days and found an old mansion in Fairmont Park, Philadelphia that was being used as a hostel. Perfect! Just 2 hours south of New York, with the best of both worlds….countryside and city…. One days ride and I was … Continue reading »

I headed east for a spell, to Gettysburg, the front line, in the civil war, north through Amish country, back west, then north to Buffalow and Niagara Falls. It was getting late when I arrived in Niagara, I found a motel on the US side and walked down the river which you wouldn’t want to … Continue reading »

I feel like I’m coming to the end of the road, especially when I arrived on the lake. Jay and Cindy have a beautiful home and it was wonderful to sit back and enjoy the comforts. After all the hugs and hellos, the two redheads included, Cindy showed me to my basement. I had my … Continue reading »

  I have been riding free for the last few weeks, Arizona, Colorado, Wyoming, South Dakota, New Mexico and Texas, all give you, the rider, a choice, whether to wear a helmet or not (whatever happened to choices?) Today I ride into Louisiana with the lid back on and my neck muscles ache, as I … Continue reading »

It all seemed a bit pointless after Sturgis; we rolled into Denver on 85, Greg pointed to I-70, which he would be taking to New Mexico, I pulled up alongside and without ceremony and with clenched fists touching, we went our separate ways. Denver turned out to be OK, I walked around the corner and … Continue reading »

Henrietta was looking as bad as I was when I arrived in Denver, so she needed sprucing up to shine like the rest of the Harley’s around the place. We went into town, where for $20, I could hand her over to a couple of bikini clad young ladies, who would make her shine again, … Continue reading »

  It was the same problem as Monterey, so I’m beginning to think something is causing this to happen and that means the gear box, I’m getting 2000 miles before the bearing starts whining, shit I’ve bought a lemon! Jim, a strange name for a German, was pulling the primary case off again, he seemed … Continue reading »

  “I was standing on the corner in Winslow Arizona with Henrietta on my mind” Take it easy, Take it easy, don’t let it get to you, or you’ll go crazy. The ride from Monterey was fantastic, I really feel like I’m in America now. Through the Salinas Valley, rich with agriculture, irrigated from the … Continue reading »

If I hadn’t bought the bike, I may not have got out of Costa Rica, Henrietta though was waiting for me in Monterey. I’d rung Bill just to make sure she wasn’t stuck in some corner and been forgotten about, all good, she was waiting for me and they hadn’t had to do too much. … Continue reading »