It sounds strange, but without Portland Harbor, there’d be no Mt. Washington Auto Road. I learned this tidbit while riding up the famously steep byway on Thursday with my buddy Johnny Sideburns, a local comedian and fellow sidecar enthusiast. The 7.6 mile-long road sets aside a day or two every year during Laconia’s long-running bike […]
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 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 […]
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 […]
