A Quick Adventure

 

Last week I had time off from work. The funny thing was that between get togethers, trips out of town, and projects at home I had very little "free" time. It was the first time in the history of this blog that I didn't upload a brand new weekly post. I barely had any time to go riding, but I was able to go for a couple hours on Thursday evening. It was quite an eventful 85 miles.

 

We (my wife and I) departed at 5:30 pm. I had been out in the sun working on our deck and sweating like mad, so I decided to forgo the riding jacket and just wear a t-shirt and jeans (it was 85 degrees and humid). We arrived at our friend's house and he and another friend joined us. I decided to ride my favorite twisty roads since I haven't done much riding except the daily commutes.

 

As we arrived on our first bit of curves, we came upon a bunch of traffic. Damn! With the road being twisty there was barely any good places to pass. Needless to say, this was a disappointment. As we approached a local state park, we realized that the cars were all going there. The rest of the stretch was plenty of fun as we were able to drag our knees on the rest of the corners.

 

Then, as we reached our first intersection, we noticed more traffic. We waited for what seemed like 5 minutes for an opening to get on to the next leg of our ride. Damn tourists! I, however, knew we could avoid traffic where we were headed as it was a little traveled backroad. This backroad may be my favorite in the area since it is filled with beautiful scenery and switchback curves. I breathed a sigh of relief as I noticed barely any other vehicles on this stretch.

 

However, about 8 miles in to this 12 mile road I started noticing rocks on every corner. At first, I was easily able to pick a line that avoided them, but as we went on the rocks became more abundant. This made us decrease our cornering speed considerably, which actually turned out to be a good thing. At the end of one of the corners a deer was standing in the center of our lane. None of us came close to hitting it, but it did make us grateful for our reduced speed.

 

This is where we began to make our way back home. We had put on about 45 miles and I knew we had to get back since my mom was watching our kids and had to work in the morning. As we began riding toward home on the main highway (country highway not a freeway) I noticed a rabbit racing across the road. As I rode closer I noticed something black chasing it. It was a fisher. If you don't know, a fisher is like a large weasel and is about as viscous of an animal as you can come across. As I veered to the right side of the lane to avoid it, the fisher reversed direction and nearly ran in to my rear wheel. Thankfully it missed and everyone was ok.

 

Finally, as we were making our home stretch, I marveled at the eventful ride that we had. Just then, extremely dark clouds rolled in and a downpour began. There were gravel sized raindrops that left red welts on my bare arms (another instance of it being dumb to not wear proper riding gear). I grit my teeth and clenched my handgrips as I rode the last couple of miles. My first thought as I finally parked in my garage was that I would definitely have to write about this ride.

 

"Adventure is worthwhile." - Aesop

Loud Pipes Save Lives?

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Loud pipes save lives. You've surely read this a thousand times on t-shirts, stickers, hats, and even tattoos. If you didn't know, this mantra demonstrates the idea that having a noisy exhaust will alert other motor vehicles of your presence, which will prevent accidents. My opinion is that this is mostly untrue. I know that this will be viewed as blasphemy to many bikers reading this and I may have had the same view in the past, but it has been shown that bright reflective clothing, good headlights, and an effective horn are greater deterrents for traffic accidents than loud pipes.

 

The thing about exhaust sound is that it's largely heard behind the motorcycle and you would much rather alert vehicles in front of you to your presence. I know motorcycles have been rear ended, but that makes up a tiny percentage of multi-vehicle motorcycle accidents. If your truly worried about saving lives, loud pipes should be near the bottom of the list of your concerns.

 

Now that the lecture is out of the way, I'd like to point out that I still like loud pipes! How about we say, "loud pipes kick ass?" The patch below is also one of my favorite when it comes to showing love for loud pipes. Let's just admit that we have a loud exhaust because we think that it's cool. At least that'd be honest!

 

 

 

"You got loud pipes, but you ain't sayin nothing!" - Junior in the motion picture Torque

Crash News

 

I believe I've written about this before, but I think it needs to be addressed again. On occasion, I'll Google search motorcycle to find inspiration for subjects to write about. Sometimes I'll click the news tab to see if anything cool is happening or if there's a new technology in the motorcycle industry. Today, of the 30 articles that I browsed, 26 of them were about motorcycle crashes. That just about ruined my day.

 

A saying that I've heard from multiple people criticizing news outlets is, "if it bleeds, it leads." I'm afraid that this statement is abundantly true when it comes to motorcycles. I understand that an online article's main purpose is to generate internet traffic, but quite a few of these reports were fairly gruesome and left me sick to my stomach.

 

There is a part of me that sees these stories as necessary. They're showing us riders that we need to place safety as one of our highest priorities. However, I really hate how this places motorcycling in such a negative light. An adult, who has never ridden a motorcycle, would probably never even dream of touching one after reading a couple of these articles.

 

For those of us that love motorcycles, all we can do is not let these type of articles discourage us. Don't let bad press ruin your fun, but please stay safe!

 

"The Press, Watson, is a most valuable institution, if you only know how to use it." - Arthur Conan Doyle, The Adventure of the Six Napoleons / The Adventure of the Crooked Man

Douchebag

I am, at times, a douchebag. Yes, you read that correctly. My "douchebaggery" showed itself last Sunday afternoon. Here's the story.

 

My dad has a 2002 Ural Tourist motorcycle with a sidecar. If any of you are familiar with Urals (especially Urals 10 or more years old), you'll know that they come with their fair share of problems. His Ural broke down near my house a couple of weeks ago. The ignition rotor cracked, causing the timing to get thrown off and the engine failed to fire. I ordered a new rotor for my dad shortly after (another thing about Urals is that parts are difficult to come by, but that's another story). On Sunday, he rode his Harley Road King to my house and we installed the new rotor on the Ural. He took the Ural home and I said that I'd ride his Harley back to his place sometime that afternoon. 30 minutes later it began to rain.

 

It rained for nearly three hours and I was pretty sure it wasn't going to stop any time soon. At this time my wife mentioned that we should head into town to do some grocery shopping and I agreed. When I went outside I noticed that the rain had stopped and the road wasn't too terribly wet. At that instant, I decided that I was going to ride my dad's bike back to his place since it was on the way to the store. I was hoping to make it there before it started to rain again. I ran over to the garage, hopped on the bike and took off. I was wearing shorts, a sweatshirt, and no helmet. If you've read some of my past blog posts, you'd know that one of the most idiotic things I think a rider can do is ride with shorts! With the fairly wet road conditions, not wearing a riding jacket or helmet was just as moronic. I'm actually kind of ashamed. I'm glad my son isn't old enough to realize how many of my own rules that I was breaking.

 

I completed the ride unscathed, but I had that terrible feeling that you get when you do something that goes against your moral compass. In my rush to beat the rain, I became one of the douchebags that I berate in this blog. At least I'm admitting it, right?

 

"A douchebag has an image to maintain. He is not real. He is the kind of guy who will change his last name into something cooler and more impressive." Cory Duchesne

YouTube Advice

I read the following article a couple of days ago. It has some pretty good tips on doing your own motorcycle maintenance. These especially good for beginners or people without much mechanical knowledge. There is one tip I'd like to add that I think would be applicable nowadays. It is to search YouTube for instructional videos on the motorcycle you're working on.

 

One of the only instances that this method won't apply is if/when you buy a brand new motorcycle in its first year of production. I ran into this problem when I first purchased my 2015 Ducati Monster 821. This was the first year that Ducati sold this bike, so there were no specific videos pertaining to it. However, with a little research, I discovered that the engine was nearly identical to the Hypermotard 821 which had already been manufactured for a number of years. Also, the Monster 1200 model is a year older than the 821 and its chassis is nearly the same. I was able to gather up a few videos from each of these models that would help immensely if I needed to repair anything.

 

I also know from an inside source that even professional technicians will utilize YouTube for instruction. A friend of a friend was a technician for a certain motorcycle company that he was specifically trained for. He took a new position with a smaller, less known manufacturer that didn't have any formal training for their motorcycle technicians. He found all he needed on YouTube. The videos along with his mechanical ability allowed him to thrive in his new position.

 

So, if you're nervous to touch a wrench to your bike, watch a video of someone else doing it first. I promise you'll be more confident after you do!

 

"You've got your Brain, Google, and most importantly, you've got YouTube. Use 'em!" - Olawale Daniel

Family Motorcycles

Last week I discussed the little dirt bike that I'm buying for my kids. Now, it would be wrong of me to not buy one for myself so I can ride with them, right? Well, that's the logic I'm using to justify my shopping for a dirt bike of my own.

Ten years ago I also went through a period that I thought I needed a dirt bike. However, at that time I figured that with my size and riding experience that anything under 400cc would be useless. I was an ego filled moron! First of all, I don't have that much riding experience in the dirt. During my first few years of riding I had a dirt bike, but I've been strictly riding street ever since. Next, I really don't need all that much power. A 200cc dirt bike would be more than enough. Finally, after shopping around I figured out that large displacement dirt bikes are really expensive! I never did purchase one.

Now, my only consideration is matching the amount I'm going to spend with the time I'll be riding. I don't want to spend $10,000 on a bike that I ride a couple times a month. I think $1000 would be a more acceptable price. Now, the only obstacle is convincing my wife that a dirt bike would be a smart purchase. I think I'll buy her a four wheeler (she loves riding them). That should soften her up!

"Love is the feeling you get when you like something as much as your motorcycle." - Hunter S. Thompson

Motorcycles and Kids

I bought my kids a motorcycle. Well, actually that's incorrect. I'm probably going to buy my kids a motorcycle in the next couple of days. A friend of mine contacted me last weekend and said he had a bike that he'd sell me for almost nothing. Let me say that I'm thrilled to introduce my kids my favorite hobby.

 

Don't get me wrong, I won't force this on them. If they don't want to ride the motorcycle, they won't have to. I'm pretty positive that my son will be willing, but I'm not quite sure he's ready yet ( he's only three). My daughter, on the other hand, can be quite tentative so we'll gauge her attitude toward riding when we get the bike. Both kids will have some time to get used to the idea because neither will be allowed to operate the bike until I get them some proper riding gear.

 

Yesterday, I showed my son a picture of a motorcycle similar to the one that I am going to buy. His comment was that it wasn't green (his favorite color...he may be team Kawasaki). This wasn't really a good start. Then, right after our conversation, he leaped off of our couch doing his best superhero impression. He barely missed cracking his head on the coffee table and slammed on the floor. Maybe this is a terrible idea! This kid lives dangerously enough without adding motorcycles to the equation!

After my panic subsided, I came to the conclusion that teaching him to ride safely at an early age is probably the best course of action, no matter how adventurous he may be. My hair may turn gray a little early, but his joy would be worth it.

 

"It is a wise father that knows his own child." - William Shakespeare