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  • My New Project: Ride>Eat>Repeat

    My New Project: Ride>Eat>Repeat

    Viewing the human experience through the foods we share. I’ve been grappling with things for a long time now. Johnny Killmore as a “brand” isn’t really a brand. It’s job is to say “this is who I am and what I do, collaborate with me.” It does that job, but the identity isn’t the same as a brand. I’ve been…

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  • When The Situation Dictates

    When The Situation Dictates

    So you need to leave San Gabriel and do the Silverwood lake stuff. Then hit up Bisbee, Stellar camp, SF, storage, and to Vegas. Lotta pictures, keep length down. So…many…miles. The last month has been a blur of bouncing around and taking care of different errands. While it’s hard to complain about being able to travel the US by motorcycle,…

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  • When Troubles Come…

    When Troubles Come…

    Well I’ve got a bit more time now, so let’s do more than just dump some photos in here with little context. The short story is I decided to ride north to the Lost Coast, and area I’ve been by many times but never explored. Fate intervened again and I ended up in the Los Angeles instead. Such is fate.…

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  • Rolling With The Changes

    Rolling With The Changes

    Well now I’m in California. It wasn’t the plan to be here for several more weeks. I still had so much of Colorado to explore, but I got word that my cat was deathly sick, and I had to drop everything and go see for myself how bad things were. I still tried to make the best of things, so…

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  • Pictures Will Have To Do

    Pictures Will Have To Do

    WordPress has managed to make things difficult yet again. Now that it has rearranged pictures out of order instead of doing a cut/paste, here we are. We’ll just make this a random photo dump of the last month or so. This random site is the grave of a US soldier who died in 1880. His remains were found in 1980…

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  • Ups and Downs: Riding The Passes of Colorado

    Ups and Downs: Riding The Passes of Colorado

    It seems like I’ve been right in saying Colorado needs to be its own trip. Every time I turn a corner or crest a hill there is another insanely beautiful vista. I see so many views in a day you’d think I would be desensitized after nearly a month, but I have to stop and soak it in over and…

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  • On The Road Again

    Well, I’m getting far behind on all my writing, so I’ll make this far more brief than it should be. I’ve been back on the road since Memorial Day Weekend. This time I’m focusing my travels on Colorado solely. It is a state that truly deserves its own trip. I’m also switching bikes since there’s a tremendous amount of rough…

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  • Coming Full Circle: an end of one adventure

    Coming Full Circle: an end of one adventure

    Trying to find chapters in life as things begin and end on their own. #jkroams

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  • The Droning Call Of The Superslab

    The Droning Call Of The Superslab

    Returning to the West Coast after months of exploring the US, it was time to put down some miles; I finally had somewhere I was supposed to be…

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  • Westward, Ho…but first…

    Westward, Ho…but first…

    Leaving the Airport Cafe in Hampton, NH left me few good options when it comes to combining scenic roads with making decent time. This was yet another major difference in the two sides of the United States. With so much open space in the Western US (especially in the desert) you can normally combine the two, making good time on…

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  • Of Lobster Rolls And Bridge Trolls

    Of Lobster Rolls And Bridge Trolls

    I had finally made it. Honestly though, it didn’t feel like a climax. I decided to ride to Maine to get a lobster roll on a lark. I mean, what else was I going to do? And so here I was, in Hampton, New Hampshire, ready to cross over into Maine and accomplish my goal, but I don’t even like…

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