Rolling out of Connecticut – crisp, brisk morning air, I met up with Lesa and Doug—friends and solid riders.

🌊 Backroads, Salt Air & That Coastal Pull

Instead of blasting straight on the interstate to get to Point Judith lighthouse in RI, we carved our way through the backroads—two-lane ribbons weaving toward the water through Old Mystic village and Westerly. The closer we got, the more the air changed. That unmistakable salt smell hit, and just like that… you know you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

Point Judith Lighthouse — Checkpoint Locked In. We rolled into Point Judith Lighthouse, and there it was—standing tall against the blue sky and cold ocean wind. Required photo? ✔️ Group photo for the books? ✔️ Lesa, Doug, and I took our time here—no rush. Just taking it all in, letting the moment settle. These are the stops that stick. Standing there, freezing lol. The lighthouse has been guiding mariners since 1810. After being destroyed by a hurricane in 1815, it was rebuilt stronger—and the current granite tower dates back to 1857. This stretch of coastline is no joke—fog, currents, shipwreck history. That light has kept people safe for generations. And now… it’s part of our ride. ⸻ 🥶 Cold Air, but good company Yeah—it was chilly. But the heated gear setup proved itself. Everything working exactly how it should. That balance between cold air on your face and warmth through your core? Perfect. We spent time near the old Coast Guard house, just soaking in the view—wind cutting, ocean rolling, bikes lined. Picture for another H.O.G 50 nations ride ✅

Then came RT 1A—HOG route. Ocean to the right. Wind pushing sand across the road. We weren’t just riding—we were reading the road. Picking clean lines, staying off the blown sand, keeping it smooth and controlled. The kind of riding that keeps you sharp.

Rolling through Narragansett, we passed under the iconic Narragansett Towers—and it’s one of those moments you don’t just ride past, you feel. What stands today is the last remaining piece of the grand Narragansett Pier Casino from the late 1800s. Back then, this place was a coastal playground for the elite—dances, gatherings, oceanfront life at its finest.

A fire in 1900 wiped most of it out, but the stone archway survived. Now? You ride right through history. Old-world stone, modern machines, and miles ahead.

🏍️ Ocean State Bound — Russ’s Harley Davidson Stop

The three of us pushed on to Russ’s Ocean State Harley-Davidson. Pulled in, regrouped, and got to business.

Bought some heated grips. Checked in for miles, and stamped our NE tour cards for the bike giveaway!

I’ve been chasing down a “fob missing” prompt mid-ride for two days. Not something you ignore. Huge thanks to Amy and the service team at Russ’s Harley Davidson took the time to help diagnose what’s going on and get me pointed in the right direction. No prompt after moving the antenna a bit. That kind of support matters when you’re stacking miles and dialing in a machine for the Hoka hey motorcycle challenge. Oh did I mention! Russ HD is a checkpoint for Hoka hey this year!! How cool is that!

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Standing by the water, feeling that wind cut through the layers, it hits different. You realize how small you are in it all—but also how lucky you are to be out there living it.

Good roads. Good people. A machine you trust. That’s enough. That’s everything.

And this is just one more step toward something bigger.