Coast to Coast

A Big Thank You on this Last Blog Entry

2010-07-19T06:35:00.000-07:00

When I proposed this trip to my wife Judy at our wedding anniversary dinner in July of 2008, she was not initially keen. Her love of travel finally won her over and when I included John she was comfortable with the thought of driving the distance. John who has become quite a traveler in the last few years and loves to drive had no doubts. Without these two “on board”, I doubt the trip would have happened.

My daughter Megan was really helpful in marketing my trip and blog to her wide circle of friends. Mike, my son, gave me guidance on writing a good blog and helped with the graphic design of the bumper sticker and donation form.

All of the family and friends we met on the trip “rolled out the red carpet” for us weary travelers. We shared memories and accounts of experiences. They took us sightseeing and treated us to a wide variety of culinary delights.

Since I wanted to share the trip with others and had heard of the successful “Bike for Bread” effort started in Willimantic. I asked Victoria who heads the Windham Area Interfaith Ministry (WAIM) if she could use some fund raising support. She was enthusiastic from the start and incorporated my effort into WAIM as a funding source.

The WAIM delegates warmly received me at their meeting when I outlined my plans for the trip. The donors have done a great job giving generously to WAIM. It was a chance to involve the faith community, family and friends. Through this blog I hope I have enabled everyone to live the trip vicariously.

To all of you I say thank you. I hope you all have the chance to embark on your own dream trip or experience.

Cheers,

Free Spirit (Dave)

"To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive, and the true success is to labour" - Robert Louis Stevenson

Reflections of a Motorcyclist Returning Home

2010-07-17T08:12:00.000-07:00

As I cruised along RT 32 toward Newburg, NY, I knew once I connected with I-84, I would be in familiar territory once again. I had to remember that I was not home yet and to keep my entire mind on my driving. On a motorcycle, one must drive responsibility for others anticipating problems well in advance. I still cannot understand all the people I have seen in my travels not wearing any protective gear. I guess it is all about feeling invincible and having the freedom to choose.

On my return, after talking to friends, some common statements were “ You must be glad to be home; I bet you are tired from that long trip; your own bed must feel great”. With our rest days and the occasional nap, the tiredness factor was kept under control. Once the trip was a few days old, our routines were established and one wasn’t going through the frustration of “Where did I put this” routine. This further reduced the anxiety and stress of travel.

As I think about the trip, I realize that I could have been perfectly happy to keep going a bit longer. I enjoyed every minute in the saddle despite a couple of iffy days where I had to don my rain suit. That is not bad for six weeks on the road. I miss the excitement of every morning starting up the bike and heading out not knowing what I would discover during the day. A new person, sight, sound or smell was always waiting to be discovered. I will miss the quiet of the desert and that lonely mountain road where the only sound is the wind chasing itself. I will miss the “big sky” where I could observe fantastic cloud formations and storms miles away feeling thankful they weren’t coming in my direction. I will miss being able to meet friends and family who I had not met in years.

Crunching the Numbers

2010-07-16T08:05:00.000-07:00

Coast-to-Coast for WAIM: May 21, 2010 – July 3, 2010

Donations: $3,705

Total mileage traveled on the motorcycle: 7,282

Total mileage including trailering the bike from Vista, CA to Salt Lake City, UT: 8,166

Average mileage traveled per day on the bike: 243

Length of average riding day: 6 hours

Length of trip: 44 days

Rest and sightseeing days: 14

Travel days: 30

Scenic roads traveled: 13

States visited: 22

Continental Divide crossings: 2

Sections of historic routes traveled: Route 66, Santa Fe Trail, Lewis and Clark Trail

Bike Hours including traffic stops, gas stops, photo stops, and rest stops: 180

Cheers,

Free Spirit

"To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive, and the true success is to labour" - Robert Louis Stevenson

Reflections on Motorcycling II

2010-07-04T05:16:00.000-07:00

Wind

One of my concerns on heading to the more open areas of the plain and western states was the effect wind would have on my ride. Two previous instances came to mind supporting that concern.

The first was during the mid 1960s when I owned a Honda 160cc. It was a light sport bike and weighed about 280 lbs. It was a windy day and I was riding on the level past a canyon when I was blown over to the other side of the road with a crosswind gust coming out of the canyon. The other observation took place when I drove across the country with my daughter Megan a few years ago. In New Mexico, I noticed windsocks on highways where the road left a protected area to enter a space where the wind was funneled through a narrow canyon or valley increasing its velocity. It was a visual way to warn the motorist in high wind areas.

To counteract the force of the expected wind conditions, I did have a 500 lb bike and a long wheelbase increasing stability but would it be enough? On the westward part of the trip, headwinds were the norm with an occasional light crosswind thrown in. Then I entered Utah. I had my crosswind test on my trip from Logan, UT back to Provo, UT on the way back from Utah State University. I was headed south and the weather front going through caused westerly winds and gusts of 60-80 miles per hour throughout the state of Utah. I found the bike to be very stable with the occasional lurch but I could stay in my lane. The problem was keeping my body stable on the bike. The wind did its best to push me off the bike by tugging and pulling me to the left. By tucking in my arms, pressing my legs against the gas tank and ducking down behind the windscreen, I was able to reduce wind drag. Keeping my speed up like one does when landing an airplane in a strong crosswind, I was able to keep the bike on the road. At the same time, in the back of my mind I was preparing myself for that unseen rogue gust making all my preparation for naught. Fortunately it never came.

Winds were also friendly on the trip. I remember heading east and suddenly realizing how much more acceleration with less throttle I had with a 20-30 mile an hour wind behind me.

Reflections on Motorcycling across the Country

2010-07-01T18:44:00.000-07:00

To travel is a chance for adventure and unexpected situations, which make a trip memorable. The motorcycle puts one out into the environment to experience the weather, the curves in the mountain roads, the smells of freshly cut grass and flowers by the roadside, the camaraderie of other cyclists, and the independence of being responsible for oneself and the machine.

The camaraderie continued throughout the trip. Whether I stopped for lunch, to change into rain gear or to take a picture invariably someone would pull up in a car, truck or motorcycle and ask if I needed help. It was particularly evident when I stopped in isolated areas. It renewed my faith in humanity counteracting the negative media hype suggesting strangers are not to be trusted.

As I rode across mountains and deserts, I felt connected to the cowboys who rode their horses on cattle drives, fence patrol, and camp outs. The sky above me was limitless and the views in every direction were mind expanding. It just felt great to be alive and I felt fortunate to be able to have this experience.

Seeing the sign indicating a 20-mile per hour speed limit around mountain curves for the next 20 miles on the Colorado Rim Rock drive was a thrill and a challenge. One must enter the corner at the appropriate speed in the appropriate gear and then power through the corner. Using power through the corner stabilizes the suspension system and gives one more control over the dynamic forces.

Having John and Judy as a support team with the car as a backup for supplies like our computer, lunch makings, warm clothes (rarely used), and bike repair supplies has enabled us to be better prepared for eventualities. This arrangement gave us all a chance to have some independence following the same route and then sharing our adventures when we met at the end of the day.

Germantown

2010-06-29T18:47:00.001-07:00

We added another 197 miles to our journey traveling from Indianapolis to Columbus. The weather was outstanding. It was clear and dry and in the seventies.

This evening, we decided to go into Germantown and try a restaurant there. We chose Schmidt’s Restaurant Und Sausage Haus. While waiting for a table, we visited the Fudge Haus next door and sampled some of wonderful European chocolate as appetizers. Umm good! When we finally sat down for our meal, Judy and John had the buffet with an assortment of sausages included. I chose the cabbage rolls, which were superb.

Later we roamed the brick paved streets enjoying the neat houses decorated with flowers in beds and window boxes. The neighborhood was turn of the century with many houses constructed of brick blending nicely with the bricked paved streets. It was another interesting day to add to our annals.

The Brickyard

2010-06-28T18:51:00.001-07:00

Being in Indianapolis, IN after driving 277 miles from St. Louis, MO, we wanted to tour the Indianapolis Motor Speedway the site of the Indianapolis 500. As a storm rumbled through Sunday evening with high winds, we hoped it would clear out for Monday. Except for a few clouds early Monday, the day turned out sunny and warm.

We visited the museum and viewed the historic racecars. They ranged from the first racers to modern racers including Danica Patrick’s racecar. Advances in technology like superchargers and gas turbines were used to get more speed from the cars. Superchargers were banned after the speed became too great for track conditions. The use of gas turbine cars was the rage in the 1960s but with flameouts and technical problems they soon went out of favor. There is a beginning collection of motorcycles began with the start of motorcycle racing on the Formula I course built on the infield in 2000. In 1909, the first vehicles to race on the track were motorcycles.

Part of the tour was a bus trip around the track with stops to kiss the bricks and view the press areas, winner’s circle, and pits. Kissing the bricks is a tradition. There is a yard wide strip of old brick next to the finish line where a good many of us kept this tradition alive. I picked a spot where a racer had burned rubber on the finish line to get the taste of the track.

Left There Sober

2010-06-27T15:05:00.000-07:00

In the afternoon, we toured the huge Budweiser Brewery. It is an awesome complex. We saw all the processes for brewing the beers and saw bottles and cans speeding along conveyer lines so fast they were a blur. Also included was a visit to the Clydesdale horses and wagons. Then we were bused to a huge room with chairs, tables, and a bar where you were allowed two free beers with pretzels. The Brewery covers quite a few city blocks and of course has a large gift shop. A memorable day!

Cheers,

John

Up in the Air

2010-06-27T14:43:00.000-07:00

Today was fabulous day sightseeing wise. We drove into St. Louis and went to the Gateway Arch. It towers over the city and the Mississippi River at 636 feet. Rectangular in shape the outer skin is made of stainless steel plates. You enter and go through security like the airport. Then into a very large area holding two theaters, a museum and the proverbial gift shop. You show your tickets and go to an area where there are eight small doors in a row. You have a number and go to the capsule matching your number. Each one holds five persons in very close quarters. Riding to the top is similar to being on a Ferris wheel. At the top, you enter a long span with windows on each side giving you a gorgeous view of the river and the city. You lean against a slanted area for your window viewing. A great experience!!

Cheers,

John

Another Trail

2010-06-25T19:11:00.000-07:00

Today, the clear, warm weather made it time for another scenic road to get away from the tedious driving on the interstate. It came at the end of our trip to St. Louis, MO from Kansas City, KS. We chose Route 19/Route 94 running along the Missouri River from New Florence, MO to St. Charles, MO. This was a choice by the website http://www.motorcycleroads.com/ recommended by motorcyclists for “twisties” and scenery.

This route followed part of the Lewis and Clark trail along the river. It was not hard to imagine Lewis and Clark’s journey along the river. When I stopped to take a photo mosquitoes quickly attacked my gloveless hands. Probably similar insects gave Lewis and Clark the same welcome. The road made sweeping turns through hills along the river over narrow bridges and then it would straighten out along the fertile plain along the river. Corn was the dominant crop with vineyards taking a close second. The vegetation was lush and obviously benefited from the rivers regular replenishment of the soil.

Larimer Street Style

2010-06-23T20:25:00.000-07:00

Looking for some sights to see in Denver, we focused on the “Lo Do” (Lower Downtown) District. After parking at the Plaza Hotel, we rode the free shuttle down the pedestrian mall in the center of the city. We were looking for Larimer Street where Victorian buildings reflect the styles of the 1800s.

Larimer Street was named for General William H. Larimer, Jr. founder of Denver City. Larimer Street escaped the 1863 Denver fire and gained a reputation of being Denver’s main shopping and entertainment area. The Vanderbilt’s, Guggenheims, and Rothschild’s dined and shopped in Larimer Streets finest establishments.

We marveled at the soft colors and intricate architectural detail. I went off to photograph these architectural marvels. With the temperature in the nineties, John and Judy partook of a cool drink in the Market, one of the shops on Larimer Street.

Lebanon Silver Mine

2010-06-22T06:54:00.000-07:00

Arriving at the mine by rail, we were met by a guide who had worked in the mines in his youth but as he said “I finally got smart and became a brick layer” to avoid the risks and back breaking life of a miner. A boy would start his mining career at 8 years old working 10 hours a day running errands, keeping the stove in the miner shack going and learning the trade.

Our guide showed us how early miners worked in teams of twos with one holding the drill bit and the other a sledge hammer pounding holes for dynamite sticks to blast the rock face loose. This was done by candlelight with the sledgehammer hitting the end of the bit just inches from the holder’s head. They would swap regularly so if one missed there would always be a chance for “pay back”. He showed us the tools used and focused on one long instrument with a small spoon like end. This was used to remove the dynamite sticks that had not exploded. This task was always assigned to the person who had set the charges. It was not unusual for an unexpected explosion to occur in this process. Add that to cave-ins, flooding, gas explosions, and damage to the lungs by breathing in silica dust and one could understand why unions and federal regulations developed. To get us interested in the types of ore, our guide showed us samples taken from the mine. The copper mixed with silver was our favorite.

Then we entered the mine. The temperature plunged about 20 degrees from temperatures in the nineties outside. We all donned hard hats, which were to become very useful. We walked on a narrow plank between the old rusted tracks used to haul the ore out occasionally whacking our hard hats on the low rock outcroppings overhead. We developed a hunch to avoid the overhead and wondered what 10 hours of this would be like. Alternately we would look up for obstructions and down to stay on the narrow, slippery and unstable walkway. One misstep and the waterlogged mud would suck off footwear. Water ran over the floor below the planks and dripped from fissures above our heads. We stopped at one of the intersecting mine shafts to see a vein of silver, which could go for miles through the rock. That is what the miners would follow for as long as it was profitable.

Georgetown Loop Railroad

2010-06-22T06:06:00.001-07:00

After a swift and “twisty” ride from Glenwood Springs, CO following the Colorado River on I-70 to Silver Plume, CO, we stopped to take a ride on the Georgetown Loop Railroad and visit an old silver mine. My motorcycle odometer now registers 11,947 miles or 5,006 miles since we started our adventure.

Judy and John met me at the parking lot so I could put all my gear in the car. We boarded the train and started the climb toward the mine. It took 4 miles of track to raise us 450 feet to the mine entrance at 9,000 feet above sea level. By now we have adapted to the altitude by drinking lots of water and pacing ourselves having driven through the altitudes (4000-7000 feet) of the high deserts of New Mexico, Arizona, California, Nevada, Utah and Colorado. The train banged and lurched as the small diesel engine struggled to pull the four cars up the steep grade past rushing waterfalls and over a very high trestle. The conductor suggested if we were afraid of heights not to look down. The strong smell of diesel fumes permeated the bracing Colorado mountain air. Some cars are completely open and others are covered. The Colorado sun is really intense and sunscreen is required. We continued through the pines occasionally blowing the whistle when going around a sharp curve.

Early Morning Run

2010-06-19T16:33:00.000-07:00

Ever since my daughter Megan gave me a poster with the magnificent sandstone shapes of Arches National Park in Moab, UT, I have wanted to go there and experience the spirit of these great monoliths. Now I am here.

To see the park when the light was perfect for photos and tourists would be at a minimum, I arose at 5:30 am. I mounted the bike and quietly rolled it out of the motel yard before firing it up. The air was cool and fresh and I was glad I had put on a couple of extra layers. I drove through the Arches park entrance past “watch out for Big Horn sheep signs”. This is the first national park I have encountered that is open 24 hours a day every day.

The ride started with a nice “twisty” with no roadside barriers making one cautious in outside turns. The bike was running well and occasionally I added full power out of a turn to get the full performance out of the bike. Then the spectacle began.

All around me were gigantic shapes of rocks formed millions of years ago when a large sea dried up and water began its work to shape one these amazing rock forms. There were arches, monoliths, rocks balancing on other rocks, and towers. My gaze was captured and held by these giant wonders. Occasionally I had to include the road in my view so as to not get too distracted and drive off into the desert. I pulled over every chance I could to take pictures of the forms as the early morning sun painted the rocks in contrasting colors accenting their unique shapes and forms.

It was a very spiritual experience and I could see how Native Americans could consider some of these forms special in their belief systems. I felt at one with the environment and breathed in the fresh desert air constantly lifting my eyes to the wonder before me.

With no tourists in the park, I had no distraction from my viewing and wondering. I realized my time on earth was insignificant compared to the time it took for these rocks to form only to be worn away and replaced by another work of nature in the next million years.

Helped in Helper

2010-06-19T05:49:00.001-07:00

Along the 207-mile journey from Provo, UT to Moab, UT, I came across the small mining town of Helper, UT. Initially what attracted me to the town was the road sign directing me to the Western Mining and Railroad Museum in Helper. Throughout our travels in this area of the country, history is filled with mining and railroad stories and there was never an opportunity to stop and dwell on the subject.

I pulled into Helper and per my usual routine of keeping my gas tank full in this area of great distances between stations; I filled up and then got into conversation with a couple motorcycling in the area. As we exchanged pleasantries, a local fellow joined us on his trike.

Billy quickly began to explain the area and its relationship to mining interwoven with his and his family’s involvement with coal mining in Helper. As we talked, I mentioned that I was interested in ghost towns and he said, “ If you are interested, I can show you one about 5 miles up a local canyon where my grandfather worked and lived.”

I jumped at the chance and as soon as he had finished his coffee we headed up a winding canyon road. His trike was very quick and he soon left me behind enjoying the canyon scenery. We arrived at the town site and he showed me where his grandfather had built his house. Next he pointed out a dark coal seam in the rock high above. A rusted steel mine structure showed where the ore was moved out of the mountain. His conversation continued showing me a rock outcropping where mountain climbers loved to practice their craft.

Then the conversation turned to the difference between a pictograph (a native American painting on the rock) and petro glyph (a carving of figures into the mountain varnish by native Americans). He then invited me to climb up the rock face to a place where both were represented. This was not a national park just a canyon that had been home to Native Americans many years ago. To look on these primitive drawings filled me with wonder. There were no fences or barriers between the drawings and me.

At this point, I began to think of the rest of my journey to Moab and mentioned I wanted to have enough time to see the museum. He thanked me for taking the time and we parted. These impromptu experiences are what make a trip memorable. Traveling on ones own forces conversation with strangers, which many times will develop into a special experience.

I spent a pleasant hour or so at the museum and became familiar with the day-to-day activities of miners and their families in the Helper area. They had their share of mine cave-ins, explosions, labor strife, and the loss of their jobs through the years. A hard life measured by anyone’s standard.

Long Days, Zion and Logan, UT

2010-06-16T21:14:00.000-07:00

We are spending the night in Provo, UT preparing to make the journey to Moab, UT. The last couple of days have been long covering approximately 800 miles through the desert landscape. Even though we carried the bike in a U-Haul trailer, it has been a struggle. From keeping the speed at 60mph to alternating between fourth and fifth gear to handle the hills and mountains, the trailer has not proven to be really advantageous. It might be the last time we use a trailer.

We stopped in Zion National Park on the way to Provo, UT. It was spectacular. The red and white rocks were vertical and gigantic making one feel humble and in awe. We took the propane-powered shuttle used to move people around the park during the day. The park road is always closed between 10am and 4pm daily. Without air conditioning, the coach’s open windows save energy even with temperatures in the nineties. The park people found that the shuttles took two thirds less energy to move people compared to people using their own vehicles. Traffic congestion has been eliminated.

Today, I was able to make the trip to Utah State University my alma mater and located my Victorian fraternity house and cruised around campus. The usual renovations on campus changed many areas but I was able to recognize major landmarks like “Old Main” the most historic building on campus. It reminded me of the Wilbur Cross building on the UConn campus. Then I headed back to Provo and battled 60mph winds all the way home. The bike again performed well and was stable as I shifted back and forth to counteract the gusts. Riding along surrounded by mountain ranges with some showing snow on their upper slopes really uplifts one’s spirit.

The Christening

2010-06-13T14:50:00.000-07:00

At the beginning of the trip, at the Dock Road boat ramp we put Long Island Sound water on the rear wheel of the Shadow. In Vista, CA with no convenient boat ramp available, Pat, Judy and John picked up some Pacific water for the bike christening. I was feeling out of sorts due to the rich food enjoyed the night before so I delegated the responsibility.

Officially, we have been Coast to Coast with the small ceremony conducted in Pat’s driveway today. The rear tire was carefully coated to symbolize the end of the Coast-to-Coast trip. Since the bike was not geared for off-road work and its tires are smooth and slippery on sand, I thought it was not a good idea to try to drive right to the surf line.

Even though the Coast-to-Coast goal was accomplished, I will continue the blog so you all can continue to share in our journey. We will be trailering the bike to Salt Lake City, UT and then I will ride through Utah and Colorado to Denver, CO. In Denver, we will again load the bike on a trailer for the trip across the Midwest with me riding again from Dayton, OH to home with occasional stops at friends and family.

Trouble

2010-06-13T08:35:00.001-07:00

My bike has been performing well with no fluids or air needed during the entire trip. To continue that reliability, I felt that an oil change was needed when I got to Vista. I set up an appointment with North County House of Motorcycles for 9:30am on June 12.

At 9:00am, I began to get ready to go to my appointment. This involves getting into my leathers, unlocking the bike, and putting in earplugs allowing each of them one minute to expand while warming up the bike. It is not as easy as getting into a car, putting on the seatbelt, starting the car and going. I find the preparation process satisfying like preflighting an aircraft before I fly.

I noticed the ignition key was still in the ignition in the on position. When I had turned the ignition on to read the mileage display for the distance traveled, I had left it on. The bike was parked out of view from the inside of the house so I never noticed the headlight being on during the evening. The battery was completely dead. After a few minutes of “beating myself up” for leaving the bike on, I called the motorcycle dealer to ask how I could get the bike to the shop for the scheduled oil change and a new battery. He referred me to Bike Tow twenty minutes later the truck arrived to transport my bike.

It was fascinating how the driver got the bike on the truck. First he used his remote to slant the truck bed to be level with the lowered ramp. Then he connected a cable from the truck winch to the front of the bike. Next he sat on the bike holding the remote and started the winch and slowly pulled the bike and himself up onto the truck bed. Then he leveled the bed and tied off the bike. At the same time, I was peppering him with questions about securing the bike. We will be trailering my bike from Vista to Salt Lake City, UT and from Denver, CO to Dayton, OH to allow me to share in the driving and avoid the flat, hot places on the way home.

For a few dollars, a lesson was learned and I picked the bike up on Saturday with a new battery and oil change. One good thing that came out of this experience was a recall notice was out on my bike which I was not aware of so will get that dealt with when I return home. Usually something good always comes out of each life experience if you know where to look.

Vista at Last

2010-06-13T07:54:00.001-07:00

As I turned onto I-15 from I-40, I looked toward the mountains fast approaching and saw the smog piled up against the mountains. It looked like large waves crashing over the crest of the mountains at the end of the valley. The wind was off the Pacific driving the smog up the San Gabriel Valley to the mountains. It would have been clear if there had been a Santa Anna wind off the desert. That would have driven the smog out to sea. I drove down into it to join the increasing traffic volume experiencing strong winds as I descended into the valley.

At that point, I began to relish my experiences in the remote areas I had traveled through. One spot came to mind. On the Oatman Road (the old Route 66) between Kingman, AZ and Topcock, AZ I remember vividly stopping my bike in the middle of the road, getting off, taking a picture and then remounting without being concerned with traffic. Everyone should have that experience to appreciate the natural world without the human component. It was nature in the raw.

The traffic on the freeway began to increase as I passed San Bernardino. Then I hit the evening rush hour. I would be traveling at 70 mph and drop to 10-15 mph in heavy traffic. With traffic being so congested, a good “space cushion” was needed to avoid the common rear end collision. I began to put more effort into thinking defensively as the last few miles of any trip is a prime time for accidents as one relaxes thinking the trip is over.

I rolled into Vista at 6pm on June 11, and found Pat and Chuck’s house with their very helpful directions. I felt a mix of joy and sadness. The joy of completing the trip and seeing friends again and the sadness that half of the trip was finished. I have completed 4,147 miles on the westbound leg of the trip including numerous scenic road diversions.

Mojave Desert Run

2010-06-12T23:12:00.000-07:00

After yesterday’s ride through 103-degree heat in desert conditions, I feel much more confidant that I will have no problems with dehydration today when we cross the Mojave. I consumed about a liter and a half of water yesterday and felt fine. At speeds from 45-70 mph, with air flowing through my perforated leathers, evaporation is rapid. To stay cool, I wear a Heat Gear shirt, which allows sweat to evaporate quickly leaving me cool in the extreme temperatures.

Ever since my close call with running out of gas, I have been conservative and have closely studied the map for distances and fuel stops. The AAA triptik had a note stating “No gasoline or services available between Newbury Springs and Needles”. From traveling the area a few years ago, I remember Ludlow, CA as being a fuel stop but with the recession who knows what might have happened to that fuel stop. For insurance, I purchased a gallon gas container to give me another 55 miles of range. Judy and John followed me in the car. I have discovered range can be predicted very accurately if there is no wind and the altitude remains constant. Unfortunately the natural world does not follow those parameters and as the wind increases and altitude increases gas consumption goes up.

We agreed to refuel in Ludlow where we could safely get off the highway. When we arrived at Ludlow I was relieved to see food and fuel were available. I used my extra gallon and topped off with Ludlow, CA fuel. I was relieved. I was also able to renew my acquaintance with the Route 66 Café where a few years before my daughter Megan and I had lunch on the way to California.

The wind proved more formidable. Just outside of Ludlow I ran through a series of hills with severe wind turbulence and I hunched and tucked my body behind the windshield creating a narrow profile. The bike continued straight at a slight angle to compensate for the wind but I was constantly being buffeted hoping that a large gust would not dislodge me.

The Mother Road

2010-06-10T21:58:00.001-07:00

Today we rode from Sedona, AZ to Needles, CA for a distance of 252 miles. We first traveled 89A from Sedona to Flagstaff and enjoyed the 15 mph “twisties” through Oak Creek Canyon in the cool mountain air. Then to Kingman on I-40 where we picked up Route 66.

In the thirties, farmers leaving the Dust Bowl states for California used Route 66. After World War II, people traveled Route 66 for the adventure of the open road in their convertibles and station wagons. There is an industry of Route 66 memorabilia available at a variety of businesses along the route. I talked to a docent in the Route 66 Museum in Oklahoma and he said many Europeans pass through the museum. They tell him they fly to Chicago, rent a motorcycle or car, travel Route 66 to Los Angeles and then they fly home. Such is the international allure of Route 66.

Route 66 has been ever present as we traveled from Oklahoma to California. Usually I have ridden short stretches to get gas or pick up some refreshments. Today our trip from Kingman, AZ to Topock, AZ was our longest run through the Black Mountains on the “mother road”. We passed through Oatman, AZ with its population of burros, which are descendants of burros used in the gold mines. I had to slowly thread my way through a group on my way out of town.

The route is very desolate and one can imagine no air conditioning, radiators boiling over, and weather problems like the dry washes we saw which made the road impassable during flash floods. The RT 66 travelers were a hardy bunch.

A Day of Contrasts

2010-06-09T22:47:00.000-07:00

Yesterday was one of incredible contrasts: we started the morning in Gallop, NM, heading east on I40, and arrived at the Painted Desert, truly an awesome sight! The shades of rose and blue, gray and green, tan and red in all that wind and water -blasted rock were incredibly beautiful and inspiring to see. Those vistas were soon followed by the Petrified Forest, another work of Nature's art. These stone recreations of ancient trees are strewn all around the area, mostly in smaller chunks now, due to the wholesale cart-offs that have continued since they were first discovered. Even today, the park loses 1 ton of petrified rock a MONTH to tourists who just have to smuggle out a piece!

Leaving the park and getting back onto I40, we made our way to Sedona, going down 2000 feet of elevation on winding, switch-back road with tall pines on either side, pines that cling to red-rocked mountain sides and scale the cliffs. I was almost sorry I was driving, as I wanted to gawk at the scenery, but the driving was great fun. David, of course, enjoyed a super bike ride down to Sedona, nestled a cozy 4000 feet above sea level. It seems to be a high class shopper's paradise, but there is great hiking and biking, which we won't avail ourselves of - this is a rest day, for Dad and for us.

Tomorrow, on to Needles, CA, and then Vista to celebrate (my sister) Pat's birthday weekend with her and (her husband) Chuck.

A quick update: Today we took a trolley tour of Sedona and its surroundings, and in passing a local upscale shop, I glimpsed what had to be three Chihuly chandeliers – small ones – hanging in the window. I found the shop tonight, but it was closed. On closer look, I am sure they are Chihuly’s, and there is probably a market for them here. I know it’s only coincidence, but I will be on the lookout for further ‘Chihuly sightings’!

Did I mention what a great time we’re having?

Judy

A Very Big Hole

2010-06-08T22:47:00.000-07:00

Years ago, while flying over Arizona on a commercial flight to the east coast, I saw a depression in the earth from 30,000 feet. At home I looked up what it was and found it was a meteor crater.

Today, I had a chance to turn off of I-40 and take a look on my way to Sedona, AZ. It was a straight, flat and warm (92 degrees in the shade at the ticket window) drive to the visitor’s center on the rim of the crater.

50,000 years ago a meteor 150 feet in diameter crashed into the Arizona desert. It was traveling at 40,000 miles per hour creating a crater .75 mile across and 700 feet deep. It sent out a shock wave that destroyed everything for miles. Probably not unlike the shockwaves from our nuclear bombs exploded in World War II.

There is some concern that this is not the only time this will happen. The video presentation mentioned scientists whose job it is to track asteroids, meteors and comets which are headed toward earth. If there is a threat, there is hope that a solution can be found by governments to destroy the body before it reaches earth.

Clouds

2010-06-07T22:01:00.000-07:00

Clouds

Another 258 miles brings us to Gallup, NM with temperatures in the nineties. The low humidity makes it bearable.

Today, I encountered a light thunderstorm just outside of Albuquerque. I assumed the road would veer away from the storm and it did. But, the wind carried the rain to me and I struggled to get into my rain suit and continue. A friendly local stopped to ask if I was ok as I tried to keep my rain gloves from blowing off into the nearby field.

The storm reminded me how New Mexico has made us more aware of the variety of clouds seen here. With the motorcycle, one becomes very aware of different types of clouds. There are the threatening clouds, which bring wind, rain and hail and grief to the rider. Fair weather clouds consist of the less concentrated varieties and provide an uplifting feeling as I cruise along the road. Coming from the East where the heavy tree cover takes away the full view of the sky, we have enjoyed noticing the development of clouds miles in the distance.

Going Local

2010-06-04T09:05:00.000-07:00

Good morning. I am writing the blog while sitting on Keith’s porch overlooking the valley surrounded by mesas. It is in the 80s with 10 percent humidity at 6000 feet l and it is warming up. We are being careful to hydrate regularly as altitude sickness is a real concern. There is a soft wind with sound of birds all around. Quite idyllic.

Had a short run yesterday from Tucumcari of 140 miles. The best part of the trip was heading north from I-40 on Rt 3. I knew it would be great when I saw the sign that warned off trailer trucks due to the narrow windy road ahead. When I rounded a corner I encountered a group of cowboys in their 20s herding a large herd of cattle along the road. I quickly throttled down and threaded my way through the cowboys at idle. This was not staged this is the real west.

When I stopped briefly for a shot of the countryside, I listened to my phone messages and Keith warned us of their rough driveway. She wanted to meet us and take us up it to determine whether we could drive up or leave the vehicles at the bottom. Judy decided to try it and made it with her superior driving skills. I decided to take the reconnoiter tour. When Keith came to a large hill and said, “This was the place I was particularly concerned about!” I said “With the low clearance of my bike and the its high gearing, I think I will pass.” I drove up the drive to the bottom of the hill and parked the bike in the scrub brush and loaded my gear into Keith’s Toyota Camry. In parking, I had to be careful not to put it in a wash in case of rain and to have the kick stand on solid ground. These little details must be followed to avoid unpleasant experiences.

I might not be able to blog for the next couple of days that we are at Keith’s but will start again on Monday, June 7.

Off the Interstate

2010-06-02T21:05:00.000-07:00

Today was our chance to leave the interstate and get a taste of the country in the Palo Duro Canyon area southeast of Amarillo, TX. The route was recommended by the website America’s Best Guide to Motorcycle Roads and Rides (http://www.motorcycleroads.com )

As we headed around the loop, the land changed from crop producing to scrubby low trees in red soil with the occasional small rock outcroppings. It became warmer but the ever-present wind continued keeping us cool. We traveled the lonely road seeing only 25 cars in 100 miles. I could ride the centerline and felt like I owned the road. I wondered why the website had recommended it as scenic since the terrain did not stand out as unusual.

Then I entered a dry river valley on a curving mountain road. There several stately buttes stood. It was a dramatic change from the land at the higher elevation. We encountered this drastic change in topography two more times. Each time was a surprise with a different natural spectacle to greet us. It was always initiated by a plunge down a curvy mountain road transitioning to spectacular rocks formed by wind and water.

Firsts are a way we measure our progress while traveling. My firsts today were seeing a tumbleweed roll across my path, noticing a pear shaped cacti blooming on the side of the road and standing next to the sign in Adrian which marked the mid point of Route 66.

Chihuly Across the Country

2010-06-02T19:30:00.000-07:00

Tucumcari, New Mexico

Days are galloping by, and as they do, we lose track of the date and day and what we saw when. But the events are memorable, and one artist and his work already have appeared and reappeared three times on this trip.

If you have visited the Bushnell in Hartford within the last few years, you will recall the striking red glass chandelier hanging in the second story window – I think it has been referred to as ‘the chili pepper chandelier.’ It is a product of the imagination of Dale Chihuly, and he has an installation currently on display at Cheekwood, a botanical garden in Nashville, Tennessee. A few photographs taken by David’s sister, Susan, give a sample of the work on the grounds. The two of us enjoyed a late afternoon visit and took in all the spectacular arrangements!

Two days later, we toured the Clinton Presidential Library in Little Rock, and among the exhibitions we found the silver and white chandelier Chihuly designed for a White House Christmas display. Yesterday, at the Oklahoma City Museum of Art, I visited a fantastic permanent exhibit of Chihuly glass. If this serendipitous trend continues, I’ll let you know – and include a few more photos.

Cheers,

Judy

Mixed Emotions

2010-06-01T20:55:00.000-07:00

Route 66

Today, we traveled 266 miles from Oklahoma City, OK to Clarendon, TX on I-40, which follows the old route 66. I am no longer recording the time of our travel. We get there when we get there and I usually take longer with the breaks and gas fill ups but always enjoy the ride.

Oklahoma Memorial

We visited the Oklahoma City National Memorial and learned what happens when a citizen becomes upset with the government and decides to use violence to emphasize his point. It is about everyday people and their daily activities having their world suddenly come apart. The shock of the blast was emphasized through personal accounts. The one which sticks in my mind is the supervisor who started a meeting with her colleagues at 9:00am and at 9:02am her colleagues all disappear when the side of the building falls away leaving her untouched except for a small tear in her dress.

Challenging Ride

Traveling today was challenging. I was bucking a 35-40mph headwind across the open plains in 90-degree heat. It took me back to my trip along Hadrian’s Wall in England where I leaned the bike 30 degrees or so to counteract the wind force. To add a bit more excitement, my reserve tank kicked in about 20 miles earlier due to the increased fuel burn. Looking ahead, I realized that there were no towns for the next 20 miles. It is very empty out here and I slowed to 60mph gently using the throttle and headed toward Groom, TX. I made it and at the same time visited the famous cross there that is 190 feet high. Heading toward the cross hoping I would reach the fuel stop made me very thankful when I reached the service station.

Tornado Alley

2010-05-30T20:17:00.000-07:00

We have continued on to Oklahoma City via Fort Smith, AR for another 524 miles in two days.

As the land becomes flat, one is more aware of the sky and its changes. As we entered tornado alley, I have been more watchful. This feeling became real when I saw a super cell thunderstorm to the east as I drove toward Fort Smith. I was tempted to take a picture but was more concerned about finding a gas station as I traveled on my 40-mile reserve tank.

On the drive to Oklahoma City, having started late, I was particularly aware of the sky conditions. Thunderstorms tend to develop in the heat of the afternoon. At about 2:30pm, the clouds began to form in a line ahead of me. I knew I had 40 miles to go and hoped the storm would not develop until I was safe in my hotel. A dark cloud did form but the road took me past it and then all the clouds broke up. I was thankful.

Natchez Trace

2010-05-29T21:24:00.000-07:00

Left Nashville on May 28, 2010 and traveled via the Natchez Trace to Cordova just outside of Memphis for another 274 miles. That is 1,621 miles so far. Taking the scenic Natchez Trace Parkway was a great motorcycle experience and a chance to meet other motorcyclists. A well maintained gently curving road through rolling country with no traffic made the 40 mph speed limit enjoyable. The Trace was a dangerous place. Boatmen would float their wares down the river for sale and return via the Trace with their earnings to be robbed or killed. I stopped at Meriwether Lewis’s burial site where it is believed he took his own life on the way to Washington, DC to try to secure funding for the debts of the Lewis and Clark Expedition.

Unusual in Nashville

2010-05-29T21:14:00.000-07:00

Nash Trash Tour

In Nashville, we experienced a tour where two sister comedians gave a risqué bus tour of Nashville. They made fun of themselves and tour participants and shared the “dirt” of local celebrities. One example of a comment was when they talked about Nashville as finally being “fecal free” after the recent flood experience.

Parthenon in Nashville

Another unexpected experience was a visit to Nashville’s Parthenon. In the late eighteen hundreds, there was an international exhibition in Nashville where the wonders of the world were created from plaster and wood. The residents liked the example of the Parthenon so much they had one built to scale in concrete complete with a statue of Athena.

A Racetrack, a Dog and Hot Chocolate

2010-05-29T19:53:00.000-07:00

The trip from Lexington, KY to Nashville was 259 miles and took about 4 hours. I have found that 250 miles or so is very comfortable and it does not tire me making for a more enjoyable ride. After all, the ride is one of the major joys of this trip.

In Lexington, we had a chance to see the racetrack and eat breakfast (including grits) at the Track Diner. We also enjoyed the front porch of our friend Maureen’s home watching the neighborhood folks go about their business. Mary Todd Lincoln’s home was a delight and I learned that her favorite drink was hot chocolate every morning. That’s my girl.

During our stay in Lexington, we enjoyed Maureen’s dog Gemini. Judy took him for walks at the local park.

Danger, a bridge and twisties

2010-05-27T19:54:00.000-07:00

It took me 8 hours to travel the 317 miles from Lewisburg, WV to Lexington, KY. Judy and John covered the same distance in 5.5 hours.

Dangerous Slick

I left the hotel and went to the local gas station to fill up. As I drove in, I noticed the attendants power washing the parking and pump area. John inquired later and was told they were preparing the surface for a new coat of asphalt. I assumed it was just water and thought nothing of it until I put my feet down. My boots’ special “sticky soles” slid like they were greased. I moved very carefully and deliberately as I filled my tank thinking if the bike slipped down it would be very hard to right it on the slick surface. Once fueled I gingerly drove the bike out of the station and at the next stoplight rubbed my soles against the pavement to wear off the water and fuel mixture. One always needs to be on the alert with two wheeled vehicles.

New River Bridge

I drove to Lansing,WV to see this engineering marvel. It is the worlds’ longest single-arch steel span bridge. Towering 876 feet above the river it is America’s second highest bridge. It is built of cor-ten steel, which rusts slightly on the surface. This inhibits deeper rust eliminating the need to paint.

Navigating the Twisties

Driving the “Coal Road” from Fayetteville to Cedar Grove, WV, I encountered numerous curves with 25 mile an hour speed limits. It was fun and challenging to judge a conservative entry speed and then look through the curve while accelerating through the curve. On this road I ran into a brief shower where the rain mixed with the coal dust on the road and added a random patina to my bike giving it an “experienced” look.

Southern Hospitality and Civil War

2010-05-23T17:08:00.000-07:00

Arrived in Lewisburg, WV after a 225 mile 6 hour run. The trip took us through the beautiful horse farms of Virginia and then subjected me to the inevitable mountain thundershowers as I cut through the Blue Ridge Mountains.

After a stop at the Chancellorsville Visitor Center and experiencing the Civil War through the exhibits and video, one realizes the tremendous loss of human life which tragically reverberated through the families left behind on both sides. Poppies now grow where men fought and died and reminded me of the poppy fields in Europe which performed the same healing touch to the “Flanders Fields” of World War II.

At a lunch stop on the side of the road, I experienced “southern hospitality”. First a pickup pulled up and the fellow asked if I was in trouble. He was a biker and wanted to help. Soon another truck pulled over and again asked if I was all right. I assured them I was just having lunch. Then we had a wonderful talk for twenty minutes relating our bike experiences to each other.

The longest day and some fun

2010-05-22T09:42:00.000-07:00

After the last minute packing and 5 hours of sleep, I was on the road at 7:30 am. I was expecting Eloise to come for the send off but our tenant probably appreciated the lack of celebration. I quietly rolled down the driveway and started the bike in the street.

Arrived in Stafford, VA 12.5 hours and 543 miles later. The mileage was measured from the Waterford, CT boat ramp where I baptized the rear tire. Memories included passing through the aroma of wild roses on the highway, feeling the coolness of the air when crossing over large bridges, and the heat of traffic jams during the last part of the trip. Judy and John arrived before me covering 470 miles in 8 hours.

At the first rest stop on the Garden State Parkway, a group of girls in their 20s were celebrating a wedding and hamming it up at a nearby gas pump. They had enlisted a gas station attendant to join in the fun for pictures. Then they spied me. Oh oh! Six girls came running over to me. One sat on my lap; another on my gas tank and the others surrounded the bike. Then it was time for everyone to smile for the picture and they were off. I kicked myself for forgetting to have them get a picture with my camera. The opportunity to share the experience was lost.

Donation deadline

2010-05-19T06:38:00.000-07:00

There has been some discussion about the deadline of May 21 on the donation form for contributions to be received. WAIM will continue to graciously accept donations throughout the trip and beyond from people who might not have had a chance to donate before the deadline. Thank you for being so generous.

Cheers,

Free Spirit

"To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive, and the true success is to labour" - Robert Louis Stevenson

First Leg

2010-05-18T15:36:00.000-07:00

Before I continue the Coast-to-Coast story, I would like to send a special thank you to my family and friends for being so supportive. It has been a great experience to be part of a project that allows people to participate in an adventure and at the same time support WAIM and its clientele.

On Monday, May 17, my wife Judy and I drove down to the Waterford Dock Road Boat Launch to dip the rear wheel of my motorcycle in Long Island Sound. Bicyclists dip their rear wheel at the beginning of a coast-to-coast trip and the front wheel at their trips conclusion. I thought I would try it from a boat ramp that can be tricky as I found out.

When we arrived the tide was low and slick green algae and seaweed covered the last foot of the ramp. I imagined a scenario of dipping and then spinning the rear wheel on the wet algae causing the 500 lb motorcycle to fall down on the ramp. I reached over the slick border and dipped some water from Long Island Sound and splashed it on my rear tire. That would have to do.

Now the trip had begun with the first 45 miles completed.

Cheers,

Free Spirit

"To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive, and the true success is to labour" - Robert Louis Stevenson

WAIM Connection

2010-04-23T19:43:00.001-07:00

Another milestone has been accomplished in the trip planning. The ride now includes a benefit ride for the Windham Area Interfaith Ministry (WAIM). Mailings have gone out to the WAIM delegates at area faith communities. Victoria and I have asked them to help by putting the benefit ride information in their communities’ bulletin/newsletter. Many thanks go to Victoria for support in getting the word out. My son Michael has done an outstanding job with the graphics for the donation form and the bumper sticker. Thanks again to you both.

For the wider public, all the information on the ride and how one can donate can be found on the WAIM website www.waimct.org . There is less than a month before I head west. The first 75 donations get a free bumper sticker. The sticker can be peeled off at any time without leaving any residue on your vehicle. Join in the adventure and support a great organization.
Cheers,
Free Spirit

"To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive, and the true success is to labour" - Robert Louis Stevenson

Gearing Up

2010-03-30T18:51:00.000-07:00

Head First

The first priority in motorcycle riding is to protect the head. A full Scorpion helmet was an excellent fit and provides adequate protection from those sudden stops. Having been through the motorcycle training, there is no question in my mind that a helmet is mandatory. Under the helmet, wearing earplugs filters out the wind and exhaust noise so one tires less easily on a long ride. With the Fog City press on face shield filter, the sun’s rays are blocked enabling one to see better and avoid a very painful sun burn. I also have a merino wool baklava for really cold days that can be worn under the helmet.

Leather versus Skin

Having had the experience of sliding on the pavement after my motorcycle lost traction in a curve; a full leather suit was desired. That was one of the conditions I promised to keep if I ever got back into the sport. Thinking that a full leather suit would be too hot, I gave up the idea until I met a motorcyclist touring with a perforated leather suit. It provided good ventilation and still gives one the protection of leather. I have ridden in 92-degree weather and it is not uncomfortable as long as one keeps riding! The Joe Rocket suit I use has nylon in the non-impact zones and heavy leather and armor in the more exposed areas like the elbows, knees, etc.

Rain, Rain, Rain

Good Gore-Tex waterproof motorcycle boots with no slip soles provide the grip when you have to back the bike up on a hill. They also protect the feet and ankles from bumps and exhaust pipe burns. Continuing the water proof theme, a Gore-Tex full nylon rain suit which breaths provides not only protection from water but also cuts the wind on a cold day.

Gripping Tale

Three different pairs of gloves cover weather encountered. One pair is water and wind proof. Another pair is wind proof and has good insulating properties for the colder weather. The last pair is perforated leather for summer riding. In addition to the weather, the gloves protect the hands from flying debris and “road rash” in the case the bike is dropped unexpectedly.
Wearing of the Gaudy Green
Since I continue to read about the comment “I did not see the motorcyclist!” mentioned in motorcycle accidents, I decided I needed to enhance my visual presence on the road. A lime green vest similar to the ones worn by public safety personnel completes my ensemble. I have noticed that people tend to give me space. I like to believe they think I am an off duty policeman riding a motorcycle and don’t wish to find out.

No matter what the weather, by gearing up, I can enjoy a comfortable and safe ride.

Cheers,
Free Spirit

Choosing Riding Comfort and Endurance

2010-03-29T12:58:00.000-07:00

What research needs to be done for a cross-country motorcycle trip? If you want to take your chances, no research is needed. If you want an enjoyable and successful trip for all involved, research reduces the negative surprises, which will impact your ride.

Transportation Mode

One of the most helpful websites was Total Motorcycle http://tinyurl.com/yfk52kq which gives style and bike specifications. The design of the motorcycle was the first consideration. It must carry all my gear and me for a number of days over a long distance in comfort. The bike has to be very stable resisting wind buffeting of trucks and strong crosswinds. That translates into a low-slung cruiser style with a long wheelbase. Maneuverability at low speeds is desired and dictates a loaded weight for me between 400 and 600 lbs. Having had experienced chain driven bikes with their stretched chains needing constant lubrication, a maintenance free drive shaft was desired. A fully loaded bike must be able to hold 70-80 mph all day without struggling. The bike ergonomics were important for an aging 67yr old body. A natural sitting position with feet firmly on the floorboards and hands comfortably reaching the handgrips was preferred. With desert riding expected, liquid cooling is a must.

With these parameters in mind, it was time to look at the various motorcycles within my budget. After much study, the decision came down to a Yamaha or a Honda cruiser. Remembering taking a new bike for a test ride years ago, I assumed with my motorcycle license, that I could take each one on a test ride to compare the two. That was not to be. Liability concerns jinxed that idea. So I relied on the dealer’s biased comments, customer’s reviews on the Internet and riding videos on UTube.

In my previous riding experiences, I had very good luck with Honda machines so I was drawn to those. If you changed the oil and spark plugs in a Honda regularly, it assured one of thousands of miles of worry free riding. The decision was made and I went to the local Honda dealer asking him “What is the smallest displacement motorcycle with a shaft drive?” He said, “the 750cc V-Twin Shadow Spirit C2 cruiser.” http://tinyurl.com/yfqgqar.

Wind and Bug Catcher

After buying the bike, I researched the additional accessories I needed for that particular bike. The accessories provide safety, utility and reduce fatigue during long rides. The Slipstreamer Falcon windshield deflects bugs and debris that fly off vehicles and makes the motorcycle more visible. A windshield also deflects the strong slipstream generated by high speed enabling the rider to sit straight without fighting the wind to stay upright. Having the top of the windshield just below my sightline lets me see over it when heavy rain makes it impossible to see through the windshield.
Carrying Stuff

National Cycle Cruiseliner hard, waterproof, lockable saddlebags were added to provide convenient storage for rain gear, tools, and groceries. A Paladin luggage rack complemented the saddlebags providing a place to hold my “dry bag”. This is a duffle bag that is totally waterproof used in white water canoeing.
Foot and Leg Care

A set of Kuryakyn floor boards replaces the foot pegs letting the rider either rest his boots flat or rest his heels on the leading edge of the floor boards to stretch his legs on a long trip.

Cruising in Comfort with Efficiency

Special foam grips reduce the vibration that travels through the handlebars. The “Cramp Buster” is a small plastic collar with a tail that goes around the throttle grip. The heel of throttle hand can be rested on the tail keeping the throttle at a constant setting. It serves as an inexpensive cruise control and allows me to stretch and flex my fingers on long rides.

Easy Does It

The housing for the EASY PASS transponder is one of the best accessories. The Easy Pass allows motorcycles to breeze through tollgates without having to stop and fumble with change. Then the maps and directions can be conveniently referred to with a quick glance at the map case strapped to the top of the fuel tank.

Bottom Care

A thicker Mustang seat with a backrest replaces the stock banana seat. A customer of Mustang seats said in his Internet comments “The stock seat provides comfort for 60 miles but the Mustang seat provides comfort for 600 miles. I learned that this saying was not correct. While talking to the Honda salesman, I sat on the banana seat for twenty minutes. After that short time, my bottom and the base of my spine began to ache and the bike had not even moved.

Safety is the Key

Adding a rear tail light modulator causes the brake light to pulse periodically when it is activated hopefully attracting the attention of the large semi bearing down on my rear bumper at a stoplight. A set of highway bars completes the accessories. These protect the side of the bike if it tips over or enters a slide. Occasionally balance is lost and the bars keep the bike partially elevated so it is easy to right it.

On a previous motorcycle trip on the Gaspe Peninsula with my father in law, I learned how a serious situation could develop without highway bars. I pulled off the highway on some sandy soil to take a photo. As I got ready to take the shot, I lost my balance in the sand and fell to the ground with the bike falling on my right leg. My leg was not hurt due to the soft sand under the bike. I was in a position where it was impossible to get the leverage to free myself. As the gas from the tank dripped on my leg, I had a vision of being immolated in a flaming pyre. The engine went Tick, Tick, Tick, as it cooled. I likened this to a count down to the final “Swoosh” as the bike went up in flames. I waited for my father in law to realize I was missing and come back. Unfortunately, I was in high grass and it would be hard to see me from the road. Finally, my father in law on his second pass saw me and righted the bike. I breathed a sigh of relief and we rode on.

Cheers,
Free Spirit

"To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive, and the true success is to labour" - Robert Louis Stevenson

Learning to ride again

2010-02-05T09:57:00.000-08:00

In thinking more about the content of this blog, I have decided to share the research and steps I went through in the 22 months prior to my trip across country. In this segment, my motorcycle training is featured.

Hand and Eye Coordination
I shift the 250cc Honda motorcycle into first gear. I let out the clutch with purpose and accelerate quickly to a second gear change bringing me to 20mph in the parking lot. Bill the instructor is directly in my path and I am awaiting his signal. Will I be veering right or left? His left hand shoots out quickly. I push the right handle bar forward. The bike tips to the right and I speed around him pushing the left handle bar forward as I pass him to straighten the bike. Then before I hit the end of the parking lot, I slam on the brakes. Bill says “good job” and I am amazed at his coolness when I accelerated toward him in this training exercise.

Classroom
As part of my dream of going cross country by motorcycle, I took the Motorcycle Safety Foundation Basic Rider Course as part of the Connecticut Rider Education Program http://tinyurl.com/5v59nt This course is for anyone who has no experience on a motorcycle or for people returning to the sport. The advantage is it takes the place of the road test to get the license from the DMV and provides 6 hours of classroom instruction and 11 hours of practice in handling the motorcycle provided.

On a crisp weekend in October with temperatures in the 60s, I attended the classroom session on Saturday. The 15 group members attending were diverse. There were 3 girls, a policeman going for his motorcycle patrol license, 3 teenage fellows, 7 middle aged fellows and me. Of that group, one girl, a couple of fellows and myself had riding experience.

The method of class instruction was routine but effective as indicated by the final grades. All scores were in the 90s. We took turns reading the Rider Handbook and study questions out loud. The instructor would pause the reader to highlight particular points likely to be emphasized on the final test. In addition, he brought his riding experience in to illustrate points in the Handbook. Videos were shown about different ways of handling the motorcycle in traffic. A cyclist needs to know all the hazards and anticipate those hazards before they become a problem. It was a lively class as members asked good questions and shared motorcycle related experiences.

Age as a Factor
Being older had its advantages and disadvantages. I could help in the discussions with my experience and I had effective study techniques learned through college. What really worried me was the on-cycle test. Was I going to be able to handle the bike and not dump it. Would my shifting and down shifting be smooth and controlled. Would I make any stupid mistakes in front of my classmates? How would I look in my full set of leathers? I doubt anyone else would go that far for protection. The only required protection was an approved helmet, long sleeved shirt or jacket, sturdy pants, full fingered gloves and sturdy shoes that covered the ankles.

The 11 hours of riding was shared over the two days. Subjecting my left hand to 11 hours of shifting did have an effect toward the end of the session. Every time I came to a stop to wait for another rider to run through an exercise, I quickly shifted into neutral and flexed my hand numerous times. That was the only physical discomfort I felt during the two days.

On the Range
As it turned out, it was cool and my full leather outfit was very comfortable with a couple of layers underneath. The on-cycle sessions began with starting the motorcycle using FINEC. F-Turn on the fuel, I-turn on the ignition, N- shift into neutral, E-flip the engine cut off switch to on, C-use choke if cold. Every time we would finish an exercise, we switched off the engine cutoff switch, turned off the ignition, and turned off the fuel. Then at the instructor’s hand signal, we would start again using FINEC and proceed to the next event. With the noise of 15 engines, the instructors would use hand signals when exercises were under way. When the bikes were stopped, the instructor would verbally instruct the first person in line on the details of the activity and everyone would follow him/her. The leader position would rotate between students so everyone got a chance to “feel the heat” in trying to do the exercise right the first time with everyone looking on.

The events were meant to provide real handling situations that we would encounter on the road. To practice riding over an obstruction, we drove over 2X4s being careful to stand up on the pegs and to lift the front wheel just before crossing it. Zigzagging between cones gave us practice in “counter steering”. That is when the handlebars are pushed in the direction of the turn making the bike unstable and it leans in that direction providing a quick entry into a turn. It is quicker than leaning your weight into the turn and having the bike follow your shifting weight. When there is little space between you and an obstruction in the road, counter steering is the quickest way to avoid the situation.

Next was the fast stop. We accelerated through second gear, passed a mark, hit the brakes and at the same time quickly downshifted to first gear before stopping at the second mark. That exercise is so you know how long it takes to stop the bike and to have your bike in first gear for an escape attempt if a motorist does not stop behind you.

I found the most challenging exercise was doing a figure eight in a box equaling the area of two parking spaces. In first gear, one enters the box and drives to the first corner and pushes the right handle bar right for a sharp turn to the right. At the same time, the rider hangs his/her body weight over the left side of the motorcycle to enable the bike to lean low for a sharp right turn. Then the rider centers his/her body weight and drives diagonally to the corner where he/she started. The handlebars are then pushed left and body weight is shifted to the right for a steep left turn. Finally the weight and bike are centered and the rider drives diagonally to exit the box. The rider is not supposed to go outside the box or dump the bike. Both of those situations occurred while each of us hoped it would not be us.

Oops!
I remember one girl who continually had trouble using the clutch to get a smooth start. But she was very persistent and finally just before the final road test, she got it. Everyone was relieved since we did not want anyone to fail. Most everyone did something wrong during the learning process. My error was getting distracted after a fast stop to meet the instructor in the center of the course. I dismounted and walked away forgetting to put the kickstand down. Fortunately, I was able to break the fall of the 300lb bike so there was no damage. It might have been a different story if I had been using my 500+lb Honda Shadow.

Relief
The final test for the classroom work was given between riding sessions. Then the final road test was given at the end of the day when we repeated all we had learned and points were take off if we were slow, not precise in our movements, or overshot particular lines or cones. Everyone passed. The riders with no motorcycle experience were impressive. They rode as if they had been doing it for years showing that the training created safe and confident riders.

Cheers,
Free Spirit 2/5/2010

"To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive, and the true success is to labour" - Robert Louis Ste

Test Ride to Stafford, VA

2009-11-22T14:25:00.000-08:00

To get some more experience traveling long distances on my motorcycle, I planned a trip to Stafford, VA to visit my friend Dave. This will be the first leg of our cross country trip next spring. It was 470 miles and took all day.

Black Ice
It started on Monday, Oct. 19. I had planned to leave at 7:30 AM but black ice in Connecticut cancelled that plan. I waited till the temperature had reached 35 degrees. Finally got away at 10:30 AM but still had to be careful on the overpasses and bridges.

Trip Challenges
The trip went smoothly with a few adventures. First traveling in heavy traffic at 70 mph on the twisty Garden State Parkway was invigorating. A little later in the trip, I managed to enter a trucks only entrance to a rest area. Then I wandered around looking for a way to get to the car section of the rest area. Finally a couple of friendly truckers let me cut in front of them and travel over a low divider into the car section. Finally, after dark, I drove over a country road toward I-95. Ground fog gave me an eerie feeling as my headlight pierced through various thicknesses of it gathering over the road.

At 11:30 PM, I rolled into Stafford ready for a good nights sleep. Judy was glad to hear I had arrived in one piece. The next day I helped Dave gather food from the local super markets for a food pantry.

Air and Space Museum trip
On Wednesday, Dave fired up his 1983 Yamaha Virago and I followed him up to the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum's Steven F. Udvar-Hazy Center. On the way to the museum, I got a taste of the DC traffic. I had to ride close to Dave in an offset pattern. We enjoyed the museum with its' historic aircraft, great fighter IMAX movie, and its view of Dulles airport from the museum's observation tower. I was impressed by the size of the facility. I used the B-29 display to compare the space to the New England Air Museum's B-29 space. NEAM has it in one building. Udvar-Hazy has it in a gigantic space 10 times the size of NEAM's building filled with other airplanes.

Homebound
On Thursday, the 22nd, I was on the road at 7:30 AM headed northeast to Connecticut. The weather was cool and sunny. The most memorable rides were driving on the two lane bridge over the Potomac river and crossing the Tappan Zee bridge in New York. I had a nice surprise in Hartford, CT as I entered a traffic jam. I realized motorcycles can travel in the HOV lane and entered one cruising at 70mph past the jam. I arrived home at 6:30 after a 12 hour run.

Cheers,
Free Spirit
"To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive, and the true success is to labour" - Robert Louis Stevenson

First Blog

2009-10-31T09:11:00.000-07:00

This is the beginning of an adventure. I am planning a cross country trip by motorcycle in the spring of 2010. Sharing that adventure with others is one of the goals.

In 2009, I have been concentrating on the trip planning and riding my 2008 Honda Shadow Spirit 750. As a senior, one of my concerns was how many miles could I travel in comfort considering the changeable weather and traffic conditions. So far I have done well, logging three trips of 650 miles, 210 miles and 500 miles. With this experience, I know my limits and can more realistically plan for the trip. Particularly helpful in the trip planning was the website Motorcycle Touring for Beginners at http://tinyurl.com/ybvlhdr
Cheers,
Free Spirit