The following travelogue denotes a first ever moto-adventure, astride the legendary CB500T no less:
In March of 2008, one adventurous and lucky boy embarked upon a journey that would see him and his 1975 CB500T (a gift from fellow boy adventurer and hooligan Marlo) from New York to Florida!
Skyline Drive at first light!
And here’s a tip for other enterprising vintage motorcycling enthusiasts: Place your gloves on the exhaust cans to warm ’em up, but keep your eye on ’em aye! Lest they burn.
Out of the mountains and into the plains, for March in the Shenandoah’s is too cold (even for non-reptilian warm-blooded hooligans filled with the warmth of adventure in their souls)!
A can of red bullion, a lip of dip, and a freight train rumbling past. No moment is sweeter friends.
Roanoke VA: A quick chat with the effeminate caretaker of the Roanoke visitors center yielded some recently declassified intel. This is not the same Roanoke of “CROATOAN” fame but a town founded by the railroad.
Beware the bums of Roanoke.
They say the city’s in an upswing, with lots of young eager beavers moving in to sow and reap…but we’ve heard that before.
.Trust no onE.
Fueling up somewhere in Virginia…
Clean enough. Adventure minded souls do not always care so much about cleanliness. There are more important things to worry about.
All fabulous young boyz need their sleep, and our hooligan is no different.
Little Switzerland Downtown, in the Carolinian mountains.
Beware travellers! Secure your canteens! For in this alpine town, it will cost you 17 Ameros to replace one. (Our featured traveller did not bite, mind you. But knowing him, you already knew that)
Road 226A and another caution: Failure to navigate this road correctly will lead to death. 226A was recently billed on this blog as “The Most Dangerous Road in America”
(please note however: Central America is a different story altogether)
Boots and Bike. No oil drips. A well-made machine. 90% of hooligans concur. The rest be damned.
Tent city in Smoky Mountain National Park. And another tip to all you Astral Planers: Never smoke Salvia Divinorum in Smoky Mountain National Park, or even brew a tea out of it.
An Alfred E. Newman/clown hybrid lives there and he DOES NOT LIKE YOU.
You have been warned.
Richard Karn and his son Richard Karnson leave cryptic writings in the frost. They are with us. Always and forever. What does it mean? We are all richer for it.
It is a wonderful state.
The knoxville sunsphere megalith harnessing the earth’s natural vibrational energy. We can still teach a few things to the Atlanteans eh!
The hooligans know.
Footwear of another Hostellion. A foot fetishist once told the author that the feet are the window to the soul. Sure.
All hooligans are aware of a race of creatures that reside in hostels. They are indolent and slothful in nature. They are descended from reptillian bloodlines and not to be trusted. Do not smoke their pot or accept anything from them. They will expect something greater in return. You have been warned.
FACT: All hooligans love bums. Treat them well on your travels and you will be repaid karmically. Give them gifts of beer, food, and cigarettes. This is an incontrovertible law and must be followed.
Hooligans know this but please, choose your bums wisely friends.
Ponce De Leon Hostel. Remember to tip the autistic chatterbox who lives there. (There’s one in every hostel!)
Nu-Way Weiner stand in Macon GA
On the Georgia-Florida Parkway few gifts were to be had at the Pecan gift shop. The gift is the hooligan presence. Our traveller knew this but the staff were unaware. “Of what kind are the many trees that line the road for miles, that stretch as far as one can see to the horizon?” Silly hooligan, they are Pecan trees!
Florida is where Uncle Frankie lives. Pictured here is Florida on first entry.
Dig yourself out like a mole, but don’t forget your bandana, bandido!
Along the Floridian panhandle and Florida’s forgotten coast.
Dinsinfo: Uncle Frankie lives in a cloud castle in the sky.
Uncle Frankie takes good care of his hooligan nephews. He chauffeurs them around in his chariot of the gods!
Disinfo: 9/11 was not an inside job
There will be more adventures, each with their own unique triumphs and tragedies and individual universes.