The title will unravel itself in the telling of this tale. It may be that I am in danger of repeating myself, though I hold that a good story deserves as many tellings as it can stand without collapsing. And this one, I am pleased to report, is built sturdy. It was a day so fine for riding that a man might suspect the weather had been arranged in advance for our particular benefit. The sky was of such a blue persuasion that any respectable diamond would decline comparison out

You know a place is bound to be good when the line is a block long before the doors even open. That’s not advertising — that’s testimony. We arrived at Randy’s Cheeseburger in Foley just before opening time, and sure enough that line was stretched out like folks were waiting to board a lifeboat. We finally got inside and discovered a menu of uncommon simplicity and remarkable confidence. Chicken? Nope. Fish? Nope. BBQ? Nope. Salad? Not even as a joke. Cheeseburgers — that’s i

Bobby is the proud owner of a 2026 Indian Pursuit. When ya see Bobby thumbs up for Da Man

We finally contrived to have us a Skills Sunday, and none too soon, for the sort of ridin’ that keeps a man alive has a powerful tendency to turn to rust when the weather turns mean. All winter long them good habits sit out in the shed like an old plow, and by spring they squeak, balk, and complain. But today we fetched ’em out, oiled ’em up, and knocked the rust off proper. Eight  Sandies showed, and between the skills practice and the wanderin’ about after in pursuit of foo

I confess right off the bat that this little account is a shameless borrowing from the notion of the Ides of March. Mr. Shakespeare may object, but as he ain’t here to complain, I will steal the reference. Five  Sandies set out and traveled 135  miles through the Southern countryside, the sort of country that makes a man believe spring was invented here first and merely exported to the rest of the world afterward. The dogwoods were showing off in white and pink, the azaleas w

Well now—what a day it was. Why, it was the sort of day that comes only with early spring the calendar and dares you not to grin at it. A body could scarcely keep from breaking into a chorus from  Oklahoma! —but I shall exercise to spare you from me breaking into a rousing chorus. Suffice it to say, it was a glorious day to be astride a motorcycle, with the sun minding its manners and the breeze behaving like it had been properly introduced. And speaking of motorcycles, they

It was cold and windy—cold enough to stiffen a man’s resolve and windy enough to test it—but after missing several riding days, my spirit was in no mood for negotiation. It was a full-throated “WHOO!” kind of morning. The sun, at least, had shown up bright and handsome, as if to apologize for the rest of the weather’s behavior. I did not expect much of a turnout at GTD. In fact, I expected something between sparse and imaginary. But the world occasionally surprises a fellow w

The founder of the place for Motercyles passed away today. More details to follow

8 intrepid  Sandies  braved the cool sunshine . To go 170 miles  to eat a damn good lunch and have fun doing it. We wandered throughout the county. The county had enacted a surtax for road improvement. I say its money well spent. All kinds of really rough pavement has been resurfaced, River Road being one. Want to know where a road goes in Okaloosa County ask Ken C. As a Deputy Ken  worked all through the county. Now other roads Tim (Road Whiz) W  is your source. Tim knows

Hi There, Have some pictures from today's ride to Dee's Restaurant in Vernon, FL. Tim wanted to ride this weekend, and Sunday looks to be a washout due to rain and thunderstorms being predicted. So he gathered up a few Sandollars, and we mostly met at Good Things Donuts (GTD). Tim W, Howard   W , and I (Joejoe)met at GTD, with a few of us enjoying some drinks and morning snacks before the ride On the way north on Hwy 285, we met up with Tommy N , who completed today's riding

This is the first “Snow Day” ride re-scheduling the Sandies have ever had in 46 years. Yes, we have had snow before just never during a scheduled ride.   This brings us to yesterday, “The Community Convoy “ it was to raise money for a FWBFD firemen that lost his wife during childbirth. A couple of things stand out, massive community support and tremendous support from the motorcycle community. Five Sandies showed up to support a good cause. Met at the Block, well Sam  and I l

This was so cool today, Sandies at the Convoy, News Picture. We be looking awesome