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My back hurts I’m sparking up after that long ride. I had fun except listening to the Jefferson Airplane. Also I prefer a malted beverage compared to the grape@StoneOtter We can meet you in the recreational weed legal state of Montana. I think that's a couple hour ride from Calgary if I can recall properly.
I forgot to mention that after dinner the three of us are going full Easy Rider and hitting the western United States of Weed.
@CaptainLucky gets to be Captain America 'cause he's already a Captain. Dennis Hopper died of prostate cancer and I'm dying of it, so I get to be Billy. And @Carmen Ray gets her Jack Nicholson on as "Georgette" Hanson.
We hold to the weed-legal states, avoid the ones where we could get killed as hippie biker scum.
Start in Chicago. Hold our breath through Indiana, up the Lake Michigan coastline, hit one of the most beautiful stretches of asphalt on M-22, go over The Big Mac Bridge where we can avoid Tim Horton's, eat Pasties and still talk like Canadians. Beauty, eh? Then go west across the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, aka "The U.P." aka, "Up Nort."
Hold our breath through the medical only states of Minnesota and North Dakota ...
OR hold our breaths a little longer and go south through Minnesota to Northfield, where the Jesse James gang met its match. Head west to Fargo where we can brush up on our foreign language skills again and Learn to Speak Fargo. Then it's off to the Black Hills of South Dakota where Rocky Raccoon met his match. The Black Hills are full of Bison, Elk, Big Horn Sheep and Tourons.
Of course, we've been holding our breath too long, so it's off to the recreational-legal state of Montana to meet @StoneOtter. Montana is an interesting state. There is not much to do except punch doggies, smoke weed, and talk about Venutians.
After settling the Venutian issue, we gotta figure out if @StoneOtter will join us on our weed adventure down through the American Southwest. But first we got to get there, so we go west, hold our breath a bit through Idaho, get into the consumer-legal state of Washington. Where if we keep riding west we get to the world's first Starbucks. There we curse the person who invented pumpkin spice everything.
Then head south, to Portland Oregon for craft beer and Everclear. Most likely we listen to Everclear because there is nothing else on the radio in Portland, Oregon. So we head south along the Pacific Rim highway, feasting on abalone, drinking fine West Coast wine.
As we travel south along US 101, we find ourselves among the redwoods and weed farms of the Emerald Triangle -- we ain't in Kansas anymore Toto. We're at the focal point of this American pilgramage, Humboldt County, The OG of OG. Marijuana Mecca. Let's get high. Settle into Trinidad, California, home of the late Don Van Vliet, Captain Beefheart. Groove to the tunes. And nod together, there's no better place to burn a fattie and watch the sun set.
From there it's south to the heart of American wild fires and wine country, Napa, and Sonoma valleys. Great food. Great wine. And great big price tags. But what do I care? I'm freakin' dying and can't take the cash with me. We're having fun.
We're going to San Francisco! We're going to meet some gentle people there.
We'll roll into Haight-Asbury jammin' to Janis, the Grateful Dead and Jefferson Airplane. Yeah, we be truckin like the do-dah man, and askin' Alice when we're ten-feet tall. And we'll dine where Tony Bennett Left His Heart in San Francisco.
Then on to California 1 and the Big Sur, where the fictional Citizen Kane built his Xanadu, and the real William Randolph Hearst built Hearst Castle. We'll pay our respects to Rosebud and head down some of the most beautiful coastline God ever created, @Carmen Ray taking photos as fast as she can.
El-Lay? Nope. Not in the plans. Not a fan of heavy traffic and air you can eat. We stop for a California favorite, In-N-Out Burger, in San Luis Obispo, then head east to Bakersfield, where it is required by the laws of the Cosmos and Rock-N-Roll that we sit down in a truck stop in listen to the Rolling Stones Girl with the Faraway Eyes. Unfortunately, we will not run 20 red lights in the Lord's honor.
The peace and beauty of the desert beckon us now. Up over the mountains and down to Death Valley, then south to Twenty Nine Palms and Joshua Tree National Park.
We're not finished with the desert, yet. Oh no. Can't get this close to the world's prettiest big hole in the ground, without visiting, nor the nearby everybody's-seen-it-in-the-westerns, Monument Valley.
Boy, I'm hearing @Carmen Ray getting sore, tired, thirsty and hungry back there. She's been digging it so far, I imagine. But it's time for a break. So we head southwest to a certain Corner in Winslow Arizona. Me, Captain Lucky, and if StoneOtter is still with us, will wait for the girl to show up in the flat-bed Ford. I'm OK if Carmen, with her refined tastes, waits for a guy in a 2023 Bentley Continental GTC. There is a biker bar across the street. We'll eat there.
We're not done with Western Legend and good food. We're headed to Wild West Disneyland -- Tombstone Arizona, home of Wyatt Earp, Doc Holiday and the Shootout at the OK Corral. Good food? You're in the American Southwest. Hope you like Tex-Mex and Mexican. I sure do, particularly in this part of the USA. This ain't Taco Bell.
Then again it's not New Mexico, either, home of red and green chilies. MMMMMmmmmmm. Mama. You'll find it all over. Some places better than others. First there is a visit to old Silver City, where Mexican Maidens sing songs about their boy-bandit king, Billy the Kid. Then it's off to see the aliens in Roswell, New Mexico.
I know, this is a long trip, but Ms. Carmen needs to see the United States of Weed. And the good part is just up the road. In Madrid, New Mexico. A college buddy of mine shot a movie there, "Wild Hogs" and he hated the hippie atmosphere. That's why we're going. Last time I was there I made friends with the original hippies who settled this old mining town for the purpose of growing primo weed in the middle of the NM desert. And they succeeded superbly. We will get an invite to stay at this hippie community. Until it is time to get up to Santa Fe, and some of the best damned food in the American Southwest.
In Sante Fe we'll stop at La Choza for a couple Chile Rellenos that are a piece of heaven. And breakfast at Café Pasqual's for red chilies hotter than hell. Then it's off to Taos Pueblo and true enchantment.
It's difficult to leave New Mexico. It truly is a Land of Enchantment, but we need to get home.
It's off through Kansas, and a must-see visit to the Kansas Barbed Wire Museum. Truly it is the only thing to see on plains of Kansas and you'll be glad you stopped. Buy a membership and be the first on your block. Hey, an Associate Membership is only $10.
But we gotta get going, after all we're in a weed-free zone and holding our breath too long. Time to get to Kansas City, Missouri for jazz, weed (always a great combination) and KC Barbecue. We can mosey across the state, and if you haven't had your fill of BBQ, then we'll hit the best ribs joint in the world, 17th Street Barbecue in Murphysboro, Illinois.
Now it's time to head back to Chicago. Hit the Billy Goat Tavern for "Cheezborger, cheezborger, cheezborger. No Coke. Pepsi."
It's been a great Easy Rider ride, Carmen, Captain Lucky, Stone Otter, and the rest who have followed along.
And yes, I've taken this trip on my motorcycle.
Time to leave you with this great Easy Rider cannabis anthem. I hope you all enjoyed the ride!
MGM
. But enjoyed myself all the same. Keep your knees n the breeze n the rubber side down bro 
. CL
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Wowza MGM! What a ride! I know of lots of these places from song and I've traveled a bit! Montana is one place I have been in. I got detained for a short time by the cops hitching through with my backpack in Butte in 75. It's a beautiful state! THE MILKY WAY! READING BY THE LIGHT OF THE MOON!@StoneOtter We can meet you in the recreational weed legal state of Montana. I think that's a couple hour ride from Calgary if I can recall properly.
I forgot to mention that after dinner the three of us are going full Easy Rider and hitting the western United States of Weed.
@CaptainLucky gets to be Captain America 'cause he's already a Captain. Dennis Hopper died of prostate cancer and I'm dying of it, so I get to be Billy. And @Carmen Ray gets her Jack Nicholson on as "Georgette" Hanson.
We hold to the weed-legal states, avoid the ones where we could get killed as hippie biker scum.
Start in Chicago. Hold our breath through Indiana, up the Lake Michigan coastline, hit one of the most beautiful stretches of asphalt on M-22, go over The Big Mac Bridge where we can avoid Tim Horton's, eat Pasties and still talk like Canadians. Beauty, eh? Then go west across the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, aka "The U.P." aka, "Up Nort."
Hold our breath through the medical only states of Minnesota and North Dakota ...
OR hold our breaths a little longer and go south through Minnesota to Northfield, where the Jesse James gang met its match. Head west to Fargo where we can brush up on our foreign language skills again and Learn to Speak Fargo. Then it's off to the Black Hills of South Dakota where Rocky Raccoon met his match. The Black Hills are full of Bison, Elk, Big Horn Sheep and Tourons.
Of course, we've been holding our breath too long, so it's off to the recreational-legal state of Montana to meet @StoneOtter. Montana is an interesting state. There is not much to do except punch doggies, smoke weed, and talk about Venutians.
After settling the Venutian issue, we gotta figure out if @StoneOtter will join us on our weed adventure down through the American Southwest. But first we got to get there, so we go west, hold our breath a bit through Idaho, get into the consumer-legal state of Washington. Where if we keep riding west we get to the world's first Starbucks. There we curse the person who invented pumpkin spice everything.
Then head south, to Portland Oregon for craft beer and Everclear. Most likely we listen to Everclear because there is nothing else on the radio in Portland, Oregon. So we head south along the Pacific Rim highway, feasting on abalone, drinking fine West Coast wine.
As we travel south along US 101, we find ourselves among the redwoods and weed farms of the Emerald Triangle -- we ain't in Kansas anymore Toto. We're at the focal point of this American pilgramage, Humboldt County, The OG of OG. Marijuana Mecca. Let's get high. Settle into Trinidad, California, home of the late Don Van Vliet, Captain Beefheart. Groove to the tunes. And nod together, there's no better place to burn a fattie and watch the sun set.
From there it's south to the heart of American wild fires and wine country, Napa, and Sonoma valleys. Great food. Great wine. And great big price tags. But what do I care? I'm freakin' dying and can't take the cash with me. We're having fun.
We're going to San Francisco! We're going to meet some gentle people there.
We'll roll into Haight-Asbury jammin' to Janis, the Grateful Dead and Jefferson Airplane. Yeah, we be truckin like the do-dah man, and askin' Alice when we're ten-feet tall. And we'll dine where Tony Bennett Left His Heart in San Francisco.
Then on to California 1 and the Big Sur, where the fictional Citizen Kane built his Xanadu, and the real William Randolph Hearst built Hearst Castle. We'll pay our respects to Rosebud and head down some of the most beautiful coastline God ever created, @Carmen Ray taking photos as fast as she can.
El-Lay? Nope. Not in the plans. Not a fan of heavy traffic and air you can eat. We stop for a California favorite, In-N-Out Burger, in San Luis Obispo, then head east to Bakersfield, where it is required by the laws of the Cosmos and Rock-N-Roll that we sit down in a truck stop in listen to the Rolling Stones Girl with the Faraway Eyes. Unfortunately, we will not run 20 red lights in the Lord's honor.
The peace and beauty of the desert beckon us now. Up over the mountains and down to Death Valley, then south to Twenty Nine Palms and Joshua Tree National Park.
We're not finished with the desert, yet. Oh no. Can't get this close to the world's prettiest big hole in the ground, without visiting, nor the nearby everybody's-seen-it-in-the-westerns, Monument Valley.
Boy, I'm hearing @Carmen Ray getting sore, tired, thirsty and hungry back there. She's been digging it so far, I imagine. But it's time for a break. So we head southwest to a certain Corner in Winslow Arizona. Me, Captain Lucky, and if StoneOtter is still with us, will wait for the girl to show up in the flat-bed Ford. I'm OK if Carmen, with her refined tastes, waits for a guy in a 2023 Bentley Continental GTC. There is a biker bar across the street. We'll eat there.
We're not done with Western Legend and good food. We're headed to Wild West Disneyland -- Tombstone Arizona, home of Wyatt Earp, Doc Holiday and the Shootout at the OK Corral. Good food? You're in the American Southwest. Hope you like Tex-Mex and Mexican. I sure do, particularly in this part of the USA. This ain't Taco Bell.
Then again it's not New Mexico, either, home of red and green chilies. MMMMMmmmmmm. Mama. You'll find it all over. Some places better than others. First there is a visit to old Silver City, where Mexican Maidens sing songs about their boy-bandit king, Billy the Kid. Then it's off to see the aliens in Roswell, New Mexico.
I know, this is a long trip, but Ms. Carmen needs to see the United States of Weed. And the good part is just up the road. In Madrid, New Mexico. A college buddy of mine shot a movie there, "Wild Hogs" and he hated the hippie atmosphere. That's why we're going. Last time I was there I made friends with the original hippies who settled this old mining town for the purpose of growing primo weed in the middle of the NM desert. And they succeeded superbly. We will get an invite to stay at this hippie community. Until it is time to get up to Santa Fe, and some of the best damned food in the American Southwest.
In Sante Fe we'll stop at La Choza for a couple Chile Rellenos that are a piece of heaven. And breakfast at Café Pasqual's for red chilies hotter than hell. Then it's off to Taos Pueblo and true enchantment.
It's difficult to leave New Mexico. It truly is a Land of Enchantment, but we need to get home.
It's off through Kansas, and a must-see visit to the Kansas Barbed Wire Museum. Truly it is the only thing to see on plains of Kansas and you'll be glad you stopped. Buy a membership and be the first on your block. Hey, an Associate Membership is only $10.
But we gotta get going, after all we're in a weed-free zone and holding our breath too long. Time to get to Kansas City, Missouri for jazz, weed (always a great combination) and KC Barbecue. We can mosey across the state, and if you haven't had your fill of BBQ, then we'll hit the best ribs joint in the world, 17th Street Barbecue in Murphysboro, Illinois.
Now it's time to head back to Chicago. Hit the Billy Goat Tavern for "Cheezborger, cheezborger, cheezborger. No Coke. Pepsi."
It's been a great Easy Rider ride, Carmen, Captain Lucky, Stone Otter, and the rest who have followed along.
And yes, I've taken this trip on my motorcycle.
Time to leave you with this great Easy Rider cannabis anthem. I hope you all enjoyed the ride!
MGM
Nice trip and thanks for the links!
Am I allowed to say you are every man’s dream? Lmao! You mean I never have to do dishes cuz you actually enjoy it? Sign me up!
What’s your beef with the Airplane? You don’t like Jorma? Jack bug you?My back hurts I’m sparking up after that long ride. I had fun except listening to the Jefferson Airplane. Also I prefer a malted beverage compared to the grape
Yes, the back issue had me upgrade from my Sporty to the FXRS. The 15" shocks really helped keep this iron butt in the saddle when I wanted to get somewhere.
That was for our guest, @Carmen Ray -- her siggy: what the dormouse said.
Me, too, but when in wine country ... in bourbon country ... in tequila country ...Also I prefer a malted beverage compared to the grape
I'm glad you enjoyed the ride and the Easter eggs along the way. I had fun, too.
Always, bro. You as well.Keep your knees n the breeze n the rubber side down bro
MGM
Stone,
So glad you enjoyed the ride. And the links. I figured if I was going to journal-jack you, might as well make it a fun one.
Totally agree with you on the stars and moon. It's why I like the American West -- so much open space, dark skies and stars so bright it's like you can pick them out of the night sky like I pick apples in my orchard.
People don't understand why Montana bills itself as The Big Sky State until they visit. The vistas are incredible. People also don't understand why New Mexico is the Land of Enchantment until they visit, either.
MGM
Grace is such an asshole n I just don’t like their music
. And if we built this city isn’t the worst song ever written please show us something worse. I know that’s Starship but it’s bad. I shouldn’t have to explain it cause it’s so obvious. CL
I'm going to stay out of this, but I do want to say that not a single link took you to More than a Feeling by Boston.
MGM
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THE POTM WINNINGS KEEP COMING, UPDATE!
Hi all, the mail is my friend! Awesome presents arrived yesterday from @Sierra Natural Science and our mother ship 420magazine! Thank You!
I like me a good Mite defender! Thanks SNS!
Hi all, the mail is my friend! Awesome presents arrived yesterday from @Sierra Natural Science and our mother ship 420magazine! Thank You!
sjb504
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AwesomeTHE POTM WINNINGS KEEP COMING, UPDATE!
Hi all, the mail is my friend! Awesome presents arrived yesterday from @Sierra Natural Science and our mother ship 420magazine! Thank You!
I like me a good Mite defender! Thanks SNS!
Congratulations Stone.THE POTM WINNINGS KEEP COMING, UPDATE!
Hi all, the mail is my friend! Awesome presents arrived yesterday from @Sierra Natural Science and our mother ship 420magazine! Thank You!
I like me a good Mite defender! Thanks SNS!
You really are the best
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Hey, I love the new you! Having a senior moment and can't access what it's called at the moment.Congratulations Stone.
You really are the best
Oh, is that that we are calling weed- borne short term memory loss these days. .....senior moments. Nice.
Haha
Haha
smokesbetter
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Cool Deal Otter more prizes for the champ ! Enjoyed the ride MGM till you mention you where on a Sportster , Damn that's a long ride on that thing , my son has a 1989 883 I quite riding long time ago after I found out damn things want stop as fast as they get there .
I always lovedStone,
So glad you enjoyed the ride. And the links. I figured if I was going to journal-jack you, might as well make it a fun one.
Totally agree with you on the stars and moon. It's why I like the American West -- so much open space, dark skies and stars so bright it's like you can pick them out of the night sky like I pick apples in my orchard.
People don't understand why Montana bills itself as The Big Sky State until they visit. The vistas are incredible. People also don't understand why New Mexico is the Land of Enchantment until they visit, either.
MGM
the Southwest and the desert 
. A favorite spot of mine was where they filmed the Cisco Kid namedIn your travels out West did you ever check out a spot called Texas Canyon in Arizona? I always loved that spot and would take a walk and spark
Yes, the back issue had me upgrade from my Sporty to the FXRS. The 15" shocks really helped keep this iron butt in the saddle when I wanted to get somewhere.
That was for our guest, @Carmen Ray -- her siggy: what the dormouse said.
Me, too, but when in wine country ... in bourbon country ... in tequila country ...
I'm glad you enjoyed the ride and the Easter eggs along the way. I had fun, too.
Always, bro. You as well.
MGM
up. Really magical 
place. CL
I couldn’t remember the name but that was supposed to say Vasquez Rocks National Park. CL
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Hey, I love the new you! Having a senior moment and can't access what it's called at the moment.Congratulations Stone.
You really are the best
What the heck is the pic we use for id called? I can never remember.