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MV Agusta Edition: Tail of the Dragon

Tigh Loughhead rides Ducati Streetfighter Motorcycles at the Tail of the Dragon North Carolina
Motorcycles are one of the best things to ever happen to me...

MV Agusta Edition: Cherohala Skyway

Today was one of those halcyon motorcycling days that I'll see in my memory in sepia-tones for the rest of my life. 
I finally got a chance to ride the Tail of the Dragon and Cherohala Skyway. 

MV Agusta Edition: Gapalicious Thursday


Fail at the Tail

Back on the Blue Ridge Parkway

One of the greatest motorcycle trips I ever rode was a trip down the Blue Ridge Parkway about three and a half years ago.  Back then, riding my M600 Ducati Monster, I'd attempt to keep up with two friends riding the first 899 Panigale ever imported to the United States, and a brand new Aprilia Tuono.

West Coast Day 4 | Lost Coast and the South all along the California Sea

Today was one of the most magical roads I've ever ridden, traveling across the Lost Cost through Capetown to Petrolia, and then back through the fog, most of the way down Route 1, all the way back to Santa Rosa.

West Coast Day 2 | Ukiah to Eureka California


I got up early today a little miffed. My goal had been to get to central Oregon, and the lack of available hotels had pushed me back down south and inland several hours the night before.

West Coast Day 1 |Riding Out of Dreamforce on a Ducati

 This morning, after speaking at Dreamforce, and meeting a truly staggering amount of people, I rented a Ducati Hypermotard to ride up the California coast. Many more pictures and video are forthcoming, but I have spotty wifi at the moment, and will add some pics as I can.

Motorycling San Francisco California

Off with the suit and onto the road...

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The Most Beautiful Part of the Jersey Turnpike

The long Sunday return to NYC, where I found myself on the New Jersey Turnpike at dusk, with the sun glinting off the skyscrapers in Jersey City, as the buildings framed the masterpiece of a skyline I call home. 

Italian Beauty in Quebec City

East Coast Ducs ride to Ducati Montreal

The East Coast Ducs had a bit of a late start this morning.  A few of us were ready to go early, but everyone didn't congregate until about noon, so we didn't end up going to ride out of the city as we had planned. 

East Coast Ducati Riders in Montreal Canada

Tigh Loughhead and the East Coast Ducs at the Schroon Lake, New York
I've been quite remiss in getting this post up.  In September, a bunch of Ducati owners dedicated to riding, made a plan to travel up to Montreal, Canada for the weekend.  I had been up to Montreal over July 4th weekend, and had such a good time, that a number of my other riding crew wanted to go.

The first East Coast Duc at Columbus Circle at 5:30am
Montreal is only about five or six hours from NYC, so I find it kind of silly when anyone with wheels in the City who likes to travel hasn't been up to Quebec yet.
11 Ducati motorcycles meet at the Executive Diner Restaurant/26 Sawmill River Rd.
I wouldn't say I love long trips with a lot of riders, so I had slightly mixed feelings when thirteen riders on eleven different Ducatis showed up to ride to Canada.
Pair of Panigales
On top of the simple fact that more riders (and differences in style, degrees of proficiency, etc) typically means less safety,  I feel like there should be some mathematical theorem outlining an inverse relationship between additional riders and overall ability to get from Point A to Point B.  Motorcycle riders are stereotyped as badass outlaws, when in reality- we're emotional, cranky travelers that probably need to pee sometime soon...
Tigh Loughhead and the East Coast Ducati Riders Social Club out of New York City
However, the East Coast Ducati Riders Social Club was conceived as a club devoted exclusively to riding.  I've ridden with a number of people in the Tri-State area, where a number of people get excited about riding, then never show up, and I was amazed that nearly everyone who had RSVP'ed to attending our Montreal trip arrived ready to go.
We had a great lunch at a Barbecue place off of 87, and slabbed it most of the way, stopping off at Schroon Lake for a photo op.
 I managed to lose the key to my luggage (see the sidecases on my ST3 below) at the pump at the gas station, which some idiot picked up and walked off with.
I scoured the entire gas station for probably fourty-five minutes, until a middle-aged man walked up to me, telling me he had pocketed my key and left.  I wasn't really even angry though, as the prospect of spending the next five days without toiletries or a change of clothes had gotten me a little stressed.

 Credit Gerald Charles
We pushed on throughout the day, and made it to the border by late afternoon.
East Coast Ducs at the Canadian Border
My other Ducati at the border crossing.
Most of the crew wanted to stay somewhere nice, so they booked luxury rooms at a place called the Hotel Zero1 Montreal.  I'm not nearly so picky (moreso about the pricetag), and so my buddy Shawn and I shacked up at a Travelodge a block away,  for less than half the price.

Summertime in Montreal: Jazz Festival and the Old City

Old Port of Montreal below:
 Spending the day at the Old Port of Montreal, checking out the famous Jazz Festival, then cruising for food on the Rue Saint Denis during the Circe Festival.

Bonjour Montreal! NYDucati back to Canada for July 4th

I haven't gotten out of the city for a while, and I've been getting restless (at least too far outside the city, and my wander lust has been kicking in)...
So, during my preparations for getting a bike night together for Ducati owners and enthusiasts with Stuart Parr, at Art of the Italian Two Wheel in Manhattan, I realized I had a long weekend coming up.
 I asked a few friends if they were interested in accompanying me on a quick weekend jaunt up to Quebec, but everyone already had plans for July 4th weekend.
 Luckily, my old traveling companion Jay was feeling similarly stuck in the city, and we decided Wednesday night to leave mid-day Thursday afternoon, and spend the week in Canada.
 I took off of work after lunch, went up to Harlem, and we were on the road by early afternoon.  Unfortunately, a cavalcade of holiday traffic especially getting through Albany, slowed us through the first leg of our journey.
 By the time we hit upstate New York, we were ready to drive FAST, and alas a northern Police officer took notice, where (somewhat unbelievably I got my first speeding ticket) which delayed us another hour or so.
 We finally crossed the US/Canada border around 10:30, and all of the signs abruptly turned exclusively to French.  I have been to Montreal before, but I was struck how foreign this wide-open country felt, although it was only a few hours away, and even the gas station attendants barely spoke English.
Jay and I checked into our hotel on the Rue St. Denis, where an exceedingly helpful innkeep named Pierre showed us to a massive double-room situated on a courtyard above a Jazz Club, in a kind of idyllic urban setting that reminded me more of Europe than North America.
After a few interesting cab rides (with a loquacious Greek gentlemen by name of Johnny), we finally ended up on Crescent Street (sort of the Quebecois version of Bourbon Street in New Orleans) for a few drinks, before finally returning to our hotel where Pierre graciously let us park our bikes under the stoop of the entrance of the hotel.

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Tigh Loughhead at the Track (on a Ducati 996)

Tigh Loughhead Track Day: Tigho goes to New York Safety Track on his Ducati 996
Tigho's First Track Day: If you look closely, you can see my raw determination, fear and unadulterated exhilaration.
So, after nearly four years of riding a Ducati in New York City, one of my friends finally got me out to the race track on my 996.  I'll tell the full story in a later post...
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13,000+ Miles in 2014 on Ducati Motorcycles

Photo Credit (not me): Nejat

Polaris Slingshot at Philly Cycle

 Ok, so this is arguably not motorcycle, let alone a Ducati, but it's bike-related and still pretty cool.  By the time I'm posting this, there have been fewer than 70 "Slingshots," marketed by Polaris as a "3 Wheel Motorcycle" sold in the world.

Suddenly Philly for a Wednesday

My buddy Jay and I went for a ride today.  He had to get the oil changed on his newly acquired BMW S1000RR, and we set off  towards Pennsylvania, planning to snake around the Delaware River up Route 32 towards the Delaware Water Gap.

Biking up Bunker Hill to an Obelisk in Boston

 Biking to Bunker Hill while Waiting for a Wedding

Last night, there was a pre-wedding reception for one of my best friends from college, at a bar in Harvard Square.  I had ridden up from New York City yesterday afternoon, and am staying with a cousin in Somerville, whose apartment has an excellent view of downtown Boston.

Since I have most of the day free, I wanted to do something educational today before the wedding.  Instead of spending $25 at the Museum of Fine Arts or the Museum of Science, I decided to ride a bit of  Boston's Freedom Trail.
 I got a little lost in Charlestown, MA, but eventually wound up at the Bunker Hill Monument.
 Two-hundred ninety-four steps later, lugging my helmet and weighted down with full motorcycle gear, I arrived at the pinnacle of the obelisk.
 Huffing and puffing, I was happy to get some exercise, and the pinnace offered full view of downtown Boston and the Leonard P. Zakim / Bunker Hill Bridge to the East.
 The Mystic River joins the Charles River in Boston Harbor to the South.
 There was a fellow with a musket demonstration and a history lesson when I came down, discussing period dress and the American Revolutionary Army.
I rode around Charlestown a bit, then got lost in Everitt, finally returning to Cambridge to get cleaned up for the wedding.

© 2014 Tigh Loughhead

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