The Church of the Open Road Press

Narratives about motorcycling on Northern California's back roads; Reflections on the history and geography of the North State; Memoirs and early recollections of youthful visits to towns and forests and mountaintops. Also middle-of-the-road takes on current issues in politics and education. Middle of the road? Isn't that dangerous?

Saturday, March 23, 2024

DAD’S THING

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  Another air-cooled remembrance   What prompted Dad  to trade off his brutishly beautiful ’69 Toyota FJ40 Land Cruiser for a new-to-the-US ...
Monday, March 11, 2024

VW LUST

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  One of many air-cooled remembrances   My first real car  was a ’71 VW Super Beetle.  Clementine orange.  I purchased it new after an ill-f...
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Tuesday, January 9, 2024

A DIFFERENT KIND OF BIKE

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  …or is it the same?   So I went in for my annual physical   and my doctor said, “You should look at losing ten pounds.”   Immediately, the...
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Thursday, December 28, 2023

2023: THE CHURCH OF THE OPEN ROAD’S YEAR IN REVIEW

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  Return to the Open Road Let’s start with the Runner-Up Shot of the Year: Mt. Shasta ~ the Queen with an exquisite collar…     In January, ...
Wednesday, December 20, 2023

THE BARN COAT

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  …a retelling of an actual event…   The green barn coat I’m wearing  I’ve had through three or four moves; far longer than anything else in...
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Maps. Some of the best stories one encounters one encounters by reading a map. A map is the framework - the outline - upon which both history and fantasy are crafted. Just as two people can witness an event and come up with entirely different recollections - each completely true, verifiable and accurate - two people can travel the same mapped route and come up with entirely different stories. But without the map, perhaps they'd have no story to tell. Some of the best anthologies in my library are stuffed in my map case.
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