Last Wednesday, Chris (cablebandit) and I set off on a six-day international motorcycle adventure. The purpose of our trip was to be in Byron Center, Michigan on Saturday, June 9th for CLAY's annual ST.N BBQ. We decided to take "the long way" to get there by traveling up to and through Ontario on our way to Michigan.
While we were gathering our clothes Tuesday evening, I asked Chris what time we needed to leave Wednesday morning so I could set the alarm clock accordingly. He said we should be on the road no later than 8 AM. Wednesday morning, we were up, packed, suited up, and ready to roll out of the garage at 7:49 AM.
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Where does a ride really start? When you leave the driveway? During the weeks before when you research the route, change the oil, make the hotel reservations, maybe buy new tires? If you’re lucky enough to have two bikes you might ponder which one to take.
I’m from Seattle and although I did all of the above, this ride began about twenty miles out of Walla Walla, Washington where the road first started to get twisty. Anything before that dissolved into a blur of preparation. last minute chores, and four hours of finest US freeway from the Jet City.
That winding backroad into 2 x Walla spilled me through green wheatfields, past the State Penitentiary and into the parking lot at the Marcus ...
We started planning the trip back before the holidays. Six guys would hop on their bikes in Sacramento and Reno, point them east and ride for the sights of Western Utah. There was just one problem. You guessed it. Nevada. There’s just no way around it, metaphorically speaking. If you’re sitting on the couch in Northern California and you suddenly decide that you want to ride SR-9 though Zion Canyon, you can’t fail to notice that big, triangular void on the map.
Nevada. The Silver State. Home to the Comstock Lode. Casinos. Area 51. Legal prostitution. High deserts. Straight, boring highways. Forty mile-per-hour crosswinds. Tumbleweeds. Dust storms. Summer snow storms. Radar-happy state troopers. Ah, good ol’ Nevada.
Last year has been a very intense motorcycling year for me. Lots of riding, and the highlight was a trip around northern Europe in four weeks. Thought I'd share the ride report with you.
Starting on June 30, I rode through Germany, Finland, Russia, Norway, Sweden, Denmark, the Netherlands and France back to Switzerland on July 30.
Last Saturday, I decided it was time for a ride. The place I wanted to see was the Navajo National Memorial, which I have passed many times, but never stopped. When I Googled it, I discovered that it wasn't a memorial to the Navajo, but part of the National park service and surrounded by tribal land. I left at about 9:00am after it had warmed up to about 40 degrees.
This view is about 10 minutes from our house, in the middle of nowhere.
It's hard to keep going with all the scenery close by, so bear with me.
Soon I got my first glimpse of Monument Valley. ...
Lately we've been getting some great weather for it being October in Colorado. Last week the mountains received a good dumping of snow but the weather forecast promised warm weather and sunny days ahead for the next week.
And they did not disappoint.
Step 1: Target selection!
I decided that I wanted to go somewhere I haven't been to. Given the colder tempetures this time of year, going south into New Mexico was the obvious choice. I started exploring possible routes that were along the north end of New Mexico and settled on Taos, NM.
Step 2: Plan of attack
A route was drawn up that would consist of roughly 4/5 Colorado roads and 1/5 New Mexico. Sfarson, being familiar with the area gave me a few suggestions and we were set. ...
After a good start to the riding season, my job ate my life in July and August. It didn't help that my wife and I were trying to get our house ready to sell at the same time. I really wanted to do a short trip to the southeast and ride some of my favorite roads, so I planned on extending my ESTN ride to include The Snake, etc. But work ate my life. Again. Had a fine time at ESTN though.
Days are getting shorter, leaves are changing, and the end of riding season is on the horizon. What's this? A weather forecast with SIX days of sunshine and warm temps (70s). That NEVER happens in PA. I considered it a sign from God to ride my motorcycle, work be damned! So I cobbled up a route, tried in vain to find a riding partner, and took off on a fo...