Hop To It My Friends

I’ve been officially called out for not blogging in a while. Yes. Correct. Bad Blogger. I do have many things to say, so if there was just some way to give someone all my words, and the pictures that go with those words, and then that person could make everything look good on the internet, imbed all the links, insert the tags and la de da, that would be great.  Technology is not my strong suit and time is not my friend.

I’m ready to Hop with you!

But in the mean time, let’s talk about The Hop. What? You haven’t ridden it yet? Shame on you. It’s free! (Thank you Potawatomi Hotel and Casino. And also thank you to the creators of the Hop for not going TO Poto on the route. That would be a huge problem for me.)

I started out with much animosity like many people.  Mostly because I tripped over the tracks and ate s%*# in the middle of the road twice in two weeks while taking my dog out.  The tracks and station are right next to the building where I live.

BUT, in true bandwagon girl fashion, I ride the s#*% out of that thing.  I’m taking this living downtown thing seriously.  I Hop to meetings, I Hop to brunch, I Hop to happy hour.  I Hop when it rains, I Hop when it snows, I Hop when the weather is glorious. I Hop all the stops, and I Hop one stop. I Hop. You Hop. I Hop you Hop we Hop.

Just a girl and her Hop!

Kids love to Hop!  Some parents just take their kids on and loop around a bunch of times so they can relax and know that their kid is entertained. It’s a shelter from the storm and a nice nap zone for our citizens who don’t have homes.  It’s a way to get from the Historic Third Ward to Brady Street without taking an Uber or Lyft.  And by golly, when this thing starts expanding… we are going to really take this city by storm.

I’ve met interesting characters, showed off my city to my out of town guests, and rediscovered bars I had forgot about but love. Aka, hellooooo Elsas on the Park you gem of a place.  Serving fine dining until 1am, the best roasted veggies in the city, and blue cheese stuffed olives in the best martini you’ve ever had.  More on that place later, because I have a LOT to say about it. Other favorite Hop Stops: The Cafe on the Plaza for brunch, The Milwaukee Public Market (obviously), Chipotle for some din din, Balzac for the best happy hour in Milwaukee and more! I should really make a really good list for ya’ll of places to go within a few blocks walking distance of The Hop. Later. Or ask me for a recommendation. You don’t get a body like this without really knowing your restaurants.

Waiting for a ride at the station by my house

I’ve saved tons of money on parking and rideshares. I’ve added another adventure to my infamous “Tour o’ Milwaukee”.  You may think it doesn’t go far, and I will admit I thought the same thing myself at first.  But it also makes places that weren’t walkable to someone like me who lives down here now totally walkable.  Last night I discovered that I could get to JoCats with a Hop and a 7 minute walk.  Not that I ever want to go to JoCats again.  But Balzac… I’m coming for you now!

Just a moms night out headed to good ol’ JoCats to re-live the good old days!

It’s free for now so please just come down here and do a loop.  20ish minutes gets you around once. Start at the Amtrak Milwaukee Intermodal Train Station.  When the loop ends at Burns Commons Park, the driver exits his little driver room, walks through the middle of the train to the other end and drives back to the train station.  It’s like a reversible car! Or park wherever you want and get on wherever you want.  Choose your own adventure.  Scared to Hop alone? I’ll Hop which ya!

I’ve heard it will be $1 to ride in the future, but also I think that’s too expensive for people like me who use it all the time.  Maybe they will have a monthly pass or something which would make way more sense for us down townies. Whatever they do, I hope it continues to get used, because my Milwaukee deserves it. 

I’m A Bird

Am I A Bird?

Before you start reading this, I want you to put on “I’m like a Bird” by Nelly Furtado.  for the ambiance… got it? Playing in the background? Ok, you’re ready to read.

So I’m sitting having a lovely lunch with my brother Dave and his buddy Josh at St Paul Fish Company in the Milwaukee Public Market last week, and we sit down next to a couple friends of mine on the random. After a nice conversation they say they are off to ride some Birds. My, was I appalled!  The horror! They could get arrested!

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I Rode on a Harley and Lived to Tell the Story

I know you think I’m this crazy risk taking daredevil because of all the adventures I go on, but I’m going to have to break it to you. I’m a big wuss.  Skydiving? Nope.  Not a chance. Riding in a convertible? No way. The only time I did, I wore a helmet. Motorcycle? Heck no, are you crazy?

I stepped out of my box this week. Big time.  My friend and I got our butts in gear the other day and went to the gym and got super swoll.  To reward ourselves (because that’s totally rational behavior after going to the gym for the first time in months), we walked up to this really cool patio at a local favorite hotel to eat salads and drink rose. (#basic)

The hotel is called “The Iron Horse” which is a beautiful hotel/bar/restaurant/patio in Milwaukee’s Walkers Point neighborhood. One of the things that make it unique is that it’s a biker hotel. A super classy biker hangout.  Right next to the Harley-Davidson Museum.  I also LOVE that they allow dogs inside and out, which allows me to bring Sushi, because girl loves her some patio people watching.

Whilst enjoying our rose, light salads and avocado toast, we made friends with a couple of WONDERFUL, very kind Canadian guys our age who were visiting Milwaukee on a bike ride from their hometown. (By bike, I mean Harley.  I’m becoming fluent in biker speak, so bear with me while I use my new vocabulary)

You know what’s coming.  They invited us to go riding with them the next day. I politely declined by stating that I didn’t have a helmet. My biker buddy magically had brought a second helmet with him. (Objection, denied.)

Couldn’t sleep the night before I was so stressed. Tried to wuss out again by saying we could cancel when they said they were going to be running a little late. Nope, objection denied.

The guys came to pick us up, and I was literally shaking I was so scared. I finally relaxed a little when my biker buddy got super bossy with me and said, “since this is your first time on a bike, I’m going to lay down the ground rules for both of our safety.” Rules? Yes. Now we’re talking. Structure. Give em to me.

  1. Feet are always on the pegs. No exceptions.
  2. I’m going to give the bike a little rev as a warning to you that we are about to leave a red light and that’s when you hold on tight.
  3. When we turn, lean with me, don’t fight it.
  4. I’m going to tap your leg as a warning if I’m going to pass a car.
  5. Only get on the bike from the right side.

So off we went.  With me squeezing the living daylight out of my biker buddy from behind like a koala baby trying to kill their mother.

It. Was. Awesome.

Let me tell you, I give the same Milwaukee Tour to every out of town guest I entertain, but this one was amazing.

We started in the Historic 3rd ward, drove down Lincoln Memorial Drive to point out the Milwaukee Art Museum, McKinley Marina, Bradford Beach, then down Lake Drive to admire all the big houses, stopped at Atwater Beach (my favorite), then to end at Kopps for a burger. (Duh.)

They tried to talk me into the freeway on the way back, but I wussed out and asked to go back the same way. FOMO. Totally regret it and now wish I would have just embraced the exhilarating journey.

Got lost a little on the way back, found out bikes don’t have reverse when I balked on my directions in the middle of an intersection (whoops), but in general, our bike buddies also said they had a great experience with hotties on the back of their bikes giving them personalized tours of Milwaukee with custom directions.

I’m going to 100% recommend that everyone experience this.  It was a beautiful night, smooth ride, fresh air galore, power beneath you, and very freeing.  It will be hard to get into my confined iron box car today I’m sure.

They tell me I now qualify as an “ol lady”  (biker speak again, sorry, I’m just so hip on the language now, you know?)

Do it.

Lisa

Riding on a Harley for the first time