Cecilie's Moto Journal

Moto sub culture: Helmet Stickers

cecilie.hoffman@balsamfir.com (Cecilie Hoffman) — Fri, 26 Feb 2010 23:59:00 +0000

Non-riders think all bikers are the same. "At some level of abstraction, this is true" to quote one of my linguistics professors. Once you start riding you learn about all the different cultures in the biker community. Photographer and mechanic Sara Liberte interviewed some Harley folks at a recent conference. She gave them the first half of a phrase and asked them to finish it. Even if you don't know anything about Harley Davidson culture, you'll still enjoy these characters.

Here's the list of lead in phrases (except for the ones I couldn't understand) how many do you know? For example, the first one is, Live to Ride ... Ride to Live. I only knew 9 out of the 24. I think the only conclusion you can draw from that is that I don't ride a Harley. (grin)

Live to Ride ...
Loud pipes ...
Ride it like you ...
My bike doesn't leak ...
If you can read this ...
If it has testicles or tires ...
When in doubt ...
Excuse me but you are stading on my ...
Brakes are for ...
What does DILLIGAF stand for?
Turn the gas on ...
The most dangerous place is between ...
I'm not speeding, I'm ...
This isn't a beer belly, it's my ...
Ass, gas, or grass ...
Boobies make me ...
He who is faster travels ...
Support your local ...
Horn broke, watch for ...
Bury an EVO with ...
What does WFO stand for?
Chrome won't get your home but ...
Nine out of ten bikers prefer ...
Don't ask to ride my bike, I won't ask to ...

Thanks to Mike Werner at Motorbiker.org for his weekly news summaries and to HarleyGirl.

Stuff People Say to Women Riders

cecilie.hoffman@balsamfir.com (Cecilie Hoffman) — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 02:05:00 +0000

Found this on BikerChickNews in the Blowing a Gasket category: "Rules for talking to women bikers", as in, Looking for a sure way to make a fool out of yourself? Go ahead, just ask:

"Did you ride that bike here all by yourself?"

"Is that a girl's bike?"

"Do you wear a leather thong?"

"Is that the biggest thing you can get between your legs?" (very snappy comeback in the original article)

"Do you own your own bike?"

"Are you having a mid-life crisis?"

"Wow, that's a big bike for an itty-bitty little girl like you."

Trans Canada Highway - how plans really start

cecilie.hoffman@balsamfir.com (Cecilie Hoffman) — Mon, 18 Jan 2010 02:19:00 +0000

For the trip across Canada, I'm searching through recollections in recesses in my head, trying to figure out what goes into the "include this on the trip" pile. Here are a pair that are on the plan: the Mackinac Bridge and Lake Gitche Gumee.

The Mackinac (pronounced close to mac-in-awe) Bridge is a suspension bridge spanning the Straits of Mackinac that connects the non-contiguous Upper and Lower peninsulas of the U.S. state of Michigan. Although bridge happens to be really long, as in longer than the Golden Gate Bridge as measured between the anchorage points, the big deal is the wind. The engineering design of the bridge makes the road way stable in winds up to 150 miles hour (240 km/h). Learning from the failure of the Tacoma Narrows Bridge (Tacoma, WA) in 1940, the bridge designers gave the Mackinac two features to reduce its wind resistance, the stiffening truss is open to reduce wind resistance and the road deck is shaped as an airfoil to provide lift in a cross wind.The center two lanes are open metal grid (not tarmac) to allow vertical air flow which cancels the lift, making the roadway stable. "Stable" is the key word here, stability is all in the mind. I've watched Cirque du Soleil performs who thought they were stable walking across a high wire.

We'll take a southerly detour to Michigan as we cross into Ontario from the east as Peter is determined to ride across this bridge. The motorcycle blogosphere has several entries from riders who white-knuckled it across the bridge because of the windy conditions.I will decide whether I cross the bridge when we get to St. Ignace. Go ahead, call me a wimp. The fact that the Mackinac Bridge Authority has a Drivers Assistance Program for those who are concerned about driving over the bridge tells me just about everything I need to know.

As we head west from the Mackinac Bridge experience, if I'm understanding correctly, we'll be riding on the south edge of Lake Gitchie Gumee, which is also known as Lake Superior. In the Ojibwe language, the lake is called Gichigami, meaning "big water." Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote the name as "Gitche Gumee" in his epic poem, The Song of Hiawatha.What's confusing is there is actually a lake in Hanover, Michigan called Lake Gitchegumee, which is about 100 miles southwest of the northern end of the Mackinac Bridge. This would be an easy mistake, one that would be easy to admit and shrug off. I've seen blogs from brave men who admitted that they got confused in Alaska and rode from Fairbanks, AK to Circle, AK instead of riding to the arctic circle at Prudhoe Bay, AK via the Dalton Highway.

The "what could go wrong?" approach to getting to the arctic circle from Fairbanks (a dream still on my list) can cost about 300 miles and a day's delay. Stories about unplanned round trips feed the stubborn nature of spontaneity-challenged riders. Should I be thinking about getting Peter his own GPS?

Trans Canada Highway - the planning begins

cecilie.hoffman@balsamfir.com (Cecilie Hoffman) — Sat, 02 Jan 2010 00:56:00 +0000

Happy New Year to you all!

It is January 1st and my goal for this year is to ride the Trans-Canada Highway through the south-eastern provinces, Quebec, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia - Prince Edward Island, and Newfoundland.

Wikipedia is great place to get your first lesson about the Trans-Canada highway system. I thought that the Trans-Canada Highway was just one r e a l l y long road under federal jurisdiction. I was wrong. If you want to go from Victoria, British Columbia to St. Johns, Newfoundland, you will traverse a network of highways that are governed by the individual provinces.

I'll be using this extraordinary Trip and Vacation Planner website for the Trans-Canada Highway. You can look at the itinerary segments on Google maps (choice of satellite, map, hybrid or terrain views) for the entire highway system, broken up by province, with elevation details and mileage. You can navigate across maps or by pull-down menu. Itineraries have links to attractions, accommodations. I was delighted to see a list of "known speed traps" on the Nova Scotia page. The information that any traveler wants is right up front:

Overview of the highway, a detailed travel itinerary, and trip planning suggestions.
Weather conditions, with "normals" and forecasts along the highway as well as road conditions
Information about geography, flora & forests, fauna & wildlife, and agriculture (both plants & animals) that you may see in between the cities & towns along the way.
Route itineraries in handy 200-300 km segments to facilitate trip planning (in both miles and kilometres)
Getting to & from Toronto, Canada's largest city not on the Trans-Canada Highway

I have just started planning this trip. The primary constraint - there are always constraints - is time, I've got four weeks. I'll be starting this ride in upstate New York. The timing challenge will be to balance the time traveling north-of-the-US border heading west with the time it will take to complete the last leg of the journey heading southwest back to San Francisco. Will I make it to Victoria, BC or will I have to turn south in Regina, Saskatchewan? The route below is just shy of 8,000 miles (no side trips).

This trip will be a combination of tent and credit card camping. I'm particularly interested in open spaces, I love being around wildlife. If you have traveled on the Trans-Canadian Highway system through the south-central and south-eastern provinces and have suggestions about your favorite routes or places to see or stay at, please let me know.

Santa does too know when you're driving while on your cell phone

cecilie.hoffman@balsamfir.com (Cecilie Hoffman) — Sat, 26 Dec 2009 00:23:00 +0000

From the Roadshow column in the San Jose Mercury News: Gary Richards is the ombudsperson for all things related to Silicon Valley traffic.

"I pulled up to turn at a stoplight. Young lady next to me was talking on the phone. Light turns green. My lane moves. Young lady does not. I turn into a shopping center. So does young lady. What's the difference? A motorcycle officer is behind her with his red and blues on. Just made my day. I am so happy that I will give up my Grinch attitude and be happy for the holidays".
- David Giroux

A big "Thank You!" to the moto cop.

Motorcycling for Women: Beginner Bikes, by Carla King

cecilie.hoffman@balsamfir.com (Cecilie Hoffman) — Mon, 21 Dec 2009 17:41:00 +0000

Carla King of Motorcycle Misadventures has a new book out, Motorcycling for Women: Beginner Bikes.

I started riding on a Suzuki GZ 250cc cruiser for exactly the reasons that Carla identifies. Because of the low seat I could get both feet flat on the ground - a crucial point for building my confidence. Since there was no body work other than the fenders I didn't worry (too much) about dropping it. I rode that little fellow for six months, then graduated to a BMW 650 CS. I'm on my fifth bike, a BMW 1200 GS now. That wonderful little GZ250 was the perfect starter bike for me - realizing I had outgrown the bike was a tremendous step forward. Too many people buy a bike that's too big to learn on. They either get into trouble or the bike never leaves the garage. Finding a beginner bike that fits you is an important first step.

I hope every woman who is thinking about riding her own down loads a copy! [This recommendation goes out to guys with pant leg inseams less than 29", too!]

Carla has made the book free - if you want to read it online you can. If you want you can go to Scribd and grab the code to display the book on your site and blog.

Motorcycling for Women Beginner Bikes

How to make any pair of gloves work with a touchscreen

cecilie.hoffman@balsamfir.com (Cecilie Hoffman) — Sat, 28 Nov 2009 12:51:00 +0000

Here's an interesting idea (read: I haven't tried it yet) - boosting your touch screen device's responsiveness to input from your glove-covered fingers by making the material in your glove more conductive. I've noticed that when my fingers are cold, the address input screen of my GPS seems less responsive.

There's a comment on gizmodo that this idea will only work on thin gloves but I speculate that if you only sew the outer layer of the glove material with the conductive thread it should still work and you won't compromise an internal liner that is providing weather-proofing.

http://gizmodo.com/5412823/how-to-make-any-pair-of-gloves-work-with-a-touchscreen. Thanks to Mike Werner at motorbiker

Flash Moto Mob on 880

cecilie.hoffman@balsamfir.com (Cecilie Hoffman) — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 03:51:00 +0000

Two weeks ago I was invited to talk to a group of sixth grade boys who were in a robotics competion. Their overall task was to build a robot that took into account consumption of resources. They had wanted to build a motorcycle but figured out fast that they needed something with built-in balance, so they built a trike instead. One of the sub-tasks was to talk to an "expert" related to their design. I had been instructed to talk about safety, both rider safety and bike safety. I was warned ahead of time that the kids had a short attention span so I was surprised that they still had questions after twenty minutes.

I passed around my gear and told them where to poke and prod so they could feel how much armor and padding I'm wearing. We talked about balance, momentum, traction, weight shifting, tires, and, of course, wheelies and stoppies, and falling down. My friend Valarie, their organizer, was happy that they stayed focused for twenty minutes. I was happy to have given my first ever motorcycle safety talk. Valarie told me later that this team of kids, who were not only entering the competition for the first time but also the youngest team, had made it to the finals and finished in third place.

* * *

Fast forward to this afternoon. I was on Highway 880, just north of Whipple, where 880 becomes straight as a pelican dive. About twenty squids merged onto the highway and closed ranks in the lanes to the right of the fast lane.

I was in the fast lane with one car in front of me. A single rider slipped in front of the car. The rider pulled a wheelie, and brought the bike down under control. The car in front me got the hell outa there - shifted lanes and disappeared to the other side of the motorcycle wall that had formed to the right of the guy in the fast lane.

There was a gap between me and the rider now that the car was gone, and I started to accelerate to close the gap. A rider from the posse riding just ahead of me in the lane to my right gave me the "stay back" hand motion. "What the hell is going on?" I wondered.

There was moment of quiet, then the rider pulled the bike into a high wheelie and rode in a standing position at around 75 mph for what felt like about 30 seconds, maybe it was between 10 and 30 seconds. The stunt rider dropped down to two wheels under control, blended into the moto mob and smoothy exited the highway at the intersection with Highway 92.

The whole thing seems to have been planned. The section of highway was straight, with no surface variations in the left lane. By doing the stunt in the left lane, the risk exposure was minimized (assuming the best outcome) to the right side of the lane. They arrived in a flash. The posse quicky and efficiently formed a protective wall around the stunt rider. The rider did a test, then a full-out sustained stunt, then the whole mob executed a clean exit. Well done. Dangerous. Illegal. And well done.

Was it "safe"? No! And, still I think this group thought about safety. The rider posse appeared to be grouped behind the stunt rider, they occupied all the lanes to the right of the stunt rider. Had the rider gone down, the bike would have spun out and hit the moto wall before it hit any cars. Yes, the rider would would have been run over by the posse. Yes there would have been mayhem and collateral damage to the cars and to the people in those cars. Fortunately nothing bad did happen. No horns blared, no car tires screeched as the moto formation whooshed off the exit ramp. Maybe we were all too stunned to react.

There is no question that the stunt was irresponsible and dangerous to everyone on the highway for those few seconds. I don't condone it, and, I understand completely.

True obsession

cecilie.hoffman@balsamfir.com (Cecilie Hoffman) — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 22:05:00 +0000

I haven't been on a motorcycle track in a few years but I'm still on the Keigwins@theTrack mailing list. It is a moderated, "low noise" mailing list. Every once in a while some enterprising person finds a way to get a non-motorcycle related topic on the distribution list.

Incoming message

Subject: "I'm thinking I've seen this girl at track, anybody recognize her?"

Message body: "Take a look at her, she rides a Honda, right ? [URL to a site]

I go to the website figuring I'll see a trackday photo of some chick on a CBR 1000rr dragging her knee in Turn 10 at Thunderhill. Turns out it is an 18-and-over site. She's not my type, I close the web page.

A person known as afm199 responded:

"Dude this is a moto list. We don't hire $1000 call girls, we spend the money on tires. You're wasting your time."

Well said, afm199.

RawHyde Adventures at Mosquito Pass - gird your loins!

cecilie.hoffman@balsamfir.com (Cecilie Hoffman) — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 04:30:00 +0000

One must carry dreams in one's heart, and it is nice to know that the dream is achievable even if one secretly wonders if she will ever achieve that dream. Here's a look at riding skills that I lust for. From RawHyde Aventures: Mosquito Pass is the highest dirt road (rocks and boulders might be a better description) mountain pass in North America. It took the riders 4 hours to go 6 miles. Check it out.

What every rider should know about protective eyewear

cecilie.hoffman@balsamfir.com (Cecilie Hoffman) — Mon, 19 Oct 2009 18:38:00 +0000

Most of us wear sun glasses while we are ridng. Please read this article from Biker Chick News - it's a short summary of what we need to know about being able to see the road and protect our eyes. It was nice to see that Andrea at gogglesandglasses.com was the subject matter expert. I spoke with her several years ago when I was looking for goggles - she was extremely knowledgeable and easy to talk to.

Update on US tour of Gaurav Jani's "One Crazy Ride"

cecilie.hoffman@balsamfir.com (Cecilie Hoffman) — Sun, 18 Oct 2009 17:50:00 +0000

For those of you who have "never say die" as your life motto, you have a brother in India named Gaurav Jani. His second film, One Crazy Ride, is a motorcycle expedition on uncharted roads across the Himalayan state of Arunachal Pradesh, situated in North-east India. He was told by many people that this ride was "impossible", no known roads, he would be passing through hostile villages, he would never make it home alive. Gaurav, riding and filming, and his friends, found a way despite the terrain and mechanical problems. Gaurav is in the US showing his film at film festivals and I'm delighted to report that the San Rafael, CA screening for today October 18th is sold out. Click here for an updated list of screening locations - some of the locations are free of charge. Here's the link to an earlier post on One Crazy Ride

Click here to learn more about both of his films - Riding Solo to the Top of the World and One Crazy Ride. If obsession facinates you, Gaurav keeps the bar high for motorcycle adventure riding.

Motorcycle Cop License Plate

cecilie.hoffman@balsamfir.com (Cecilie Hoffman) — Sun, 11 Oct 2009 20:29:00 +0000

License plate frame on a motorcycle officer's bike: "I Know, I Know. It Was Yellow." Nice to see a sense of humor.

Motorcycle Safety Foundation slogan contest for Women Riders

cecilie.hoffman@balsamfir.com (Cecilie Hoffman) — Fri, 02 Oct 2009 15:01:00 +0000

The Motorcycle Safety Foundation (MSF) asked people to submit a slogan for Motorcycles and Women. MSF selected the best 10 and are asking you to vote for the best one. The top three winners will receive gift certificate prizes from Whitehorse Gear: 1st Place is US$599, 2nd Place is US$400 and 3rd Place is US$300. [Yes, that's $599, I checked. I wonder what the tax law is.]

You have until October 15th to vote. The top 10 slogans are:

1. Real Divas Ride Smart

2. New Rider, New Skills, New Confidence, New Friends, New Woman
3. A good foundation isn’t just for your face
4. Save a marriage, let a professional teach you to ride. MSF saving marriages since 1973.
5. Mom taught me about life … MSF taught me about riding
6. Your curves look better when trained. Take an MSF class!
7. Unleash your Inner Biker Chic! Take A MSF Course Today!
8. Women on motorcycles are positive female "roll" models. Strike a pose!
9. MSF RiderCourse, a women’s ignition to confidence, independence and inspiration
10. Female motorcycling - The essence of independence! Learn how at www.msf-usa.org

Click here to vote.
Thanks to Mike Werner at MotorBiker.org

Carolynn Sells - First Woman Winner of ManxGP (Ultra-lightweight class)

cecilie.hoffman@balsamfir.com (Cecilie Hoffman) — Sat, 26 Sep 2009 17:28:00 +0000

On September 4, the 20th anniversary of the Manx GP's decision to allow women into the race, Carolynn Sells made Manx Grand Prix history by becoming the first woman to win a race on the Isle of Man’s Mountain Course. She took the honors in the Manx GP Ultra-lightweight class on her Martin Bullock & Paul Morrisey sponsored Yamaha 400 cc.

The race was 4 laps, one lap on the Mountain Course is 37.73 miles (60.7 kilometres); the course is reputed to be "treacherous".
Official Results:

1: Carolynn Sells 400cc Yamaha / Martin Bullock & Paul Morrisey - 01:25:24.51
2: Mike Minns 650cc - Suzuki / Merlin Sidecars - 01:26:26.31
3: Wayne Kirwan - 650cc Suzuki - 01:26:27.44

Thanks to Motoress for this news item.

US Screenings for "One Crazy Ride" - Gaurav Jani's film

cecilie.hoffman@balsamfir.com (Cecilie Hoffman) — Sun, 20 Sep 2009 00:16:00 +0000

In March of 2009 I told you about Gaurav Jani's new film, Once Crazy Ride. At that time you could either fly to India to see it, or order the DVD. The film is being screened in the US now. Gaurav, the film maker/rider and Sobby, one of the riders in the film will be presenting One Crazy Ride at the 32 year old Mill Valley Film Festival in California and at the Flagstaff Mountain Film Festival in Arizona. Both screenings are in October 2009. Here's the trailer.

In addition to the film festivals, Gaurav is working with the riding community to organize free screenings (you have to pay to attend the film festival). Check below to see if there's a free screening near you. The list is growing as people help out by organizing a screening in their community. (Hint: Dirt Track productions would be grateful for your help! You can send e-mail to info@dirttrackproductions.com to help them organize a last-minute screening in your city.)

The entire list of screenings and date/time/location is here.

Partial list as of September 17, 2009

Richmond, VA - Saturday 19 September

Edmonds, WA - Sunday 4 October

Edmonds, WA - Monday 5 October

Seattle, WA - Tuesday 6 October

Everett, WA - Wednesday 7 October

Flagstaff, AZ - Saturday 10 October

Phoenix, AZ - Tuesday 13 October

Mill Valley, CA - Friday 16 October

San Rafael, CA - Sunday 18 October

Richardson, TX - Saturday 31 October

Richardson, TX - Sunday 1 November

Asheville, NC - Saturday 7 November

Asheville, NC - Sunday 8 November

More reviews: RoadRunner Magazine (PDF), Steve Werner in Easy Rider (PDF)

TV Premier Sept 25 - Bikers and Animal Rescue in New York

cecilie.hoffman@balsamfir.com (Cecilie Hoffman) — Sat, 19 Sep 2009 17:03:00 +0000

Several times a week I receive all sorts of blog-related requests - a request for a link exchange, a mention in a blog entry, a request for advertising space, a request for an endorsement. Unless I have personally used the product / service I either send back a polite, "no thanks" or I delete the inquiry. However, the inquiry from National Geographic grabbed me by my heart strings - bikes, social misfits with soft hearts, and animal rescue.

The Video Promo is good, but bio of "Des the cat man" sealed the deal. Here's an excerpt.

Ever the pragmatist, he then decided he might as well make a living out of juvenile delinquency and checked out a Carl Jung book on theories of personalities to learn how people interact and formulate their perception of reality. Soft-spoken and baby-faced, Des put the book’s words into practice and managed to survive the time he spent on those volatile streets. Luckily for him, his passion for motorcycling got him out of the “hood” and into Manhattan, away from the gangs.

The program, Rescue Ink Unleashed: It's a Cruel, Cruel World airs on Friday, September 25 at 10PM ET/PT. The late air time reflects that there's a lot of language that has to be bleeped out, and the content is not suitable for children. Honestly I don't know how much of this I'm going to be able to watch. One of my cats came into my life after being abandoned with five new kittens. It took her years to stop eating every meal as if it were her last.

So, check out the video and bring a clean hanky (with or without flames) with you when you watch the show.

On the program you can find individual profiles and bios of the men of Rescue Ink.

Angel: The Pet Investigator
Batso: The Spiritual Father
Big Ant: We’re the Army for the Animals
Des: The Cat Man
Eric: Big Guy with Little Dogs
George: Only the Weak Abuse Animals
Joe Panz: Hard-Core Animal Lover
Johnny O: Gentle Giant

2009 Solo Ride to Colorado

cecilie.hoffman@balsamfir.com (Cecilie Hoffman) — Sun, 06 Sep 2009 10:00:00 +0000

For this year’s long ride I used the American Motorcycle Association’s 2009 Women’s Conference in Colorado to schedule much needed time away from Silicon Valley. Kari at CalMoto told me it was possible-but-difficult to ride from San Francisco to Keystone, Colorado in two days. Looking at MapQuest and Google maps, it looked like in order to do that you would need to a) be able to ride at night (or be willing to ride over the speed limit) and b) be nearly an Iron Butt rider – neither of which are true for me. As my eyes get older I’m less willing to ride unfamiliar roads at night, especially if I’ve been riding since sunrise. As for the Iron Butt part, if I chose the shortest and fastest route based on interstate highways, it looked like a 1500 mile one-way trip. From my Seattle experience I know that I’m catatonic after 650 miles (in one day) so with a sigh of relief I removed “hyperwarp” from my list of possibilities for this trip. Three-to-four days for each leg of the trip sounded about right – time for some two-lane roads and a time buffer sacrifice to the gods of chaos who are always present even if they don’t manifest.

People around me kept asking, “Are you riding with a group?” They seemed confused when I responded that I was riding solo. “Why are you riding by yourself?” I’ve tried several answers, but haven’t found one that satisfies people. The idea of riding solo bothers people who don’t ride solo. “Wouldn’t it be more fun to ride in a group?” “Aren’t you afraid?” The answer to the first question is easy. If you are riding in a group and you see a road that you want to try, the likelihood that the group will appreciate your going off by yourself is understandably low. The good thing about group riders is that they look out for each other. If you are fundamentally a lone wolf, group rides can be suffocating. The answer to the second question was an unequivocal, “Yes” and, I was going to ride solo anyway. The major draw to the AMA’s conference for me was the panel “Solo Riding and Touring: Gaining Confidence in Taking to the Open Road. My preparations for riding solo reek of paranoia. I was curious to hear what the panel speakers, Carla King, Sarah Shilke, and Alice Sexton would have to say.

Part 1 – The Ride from California to Colorado
Part 2 – Impressions from the AMA Women’s Conference

Part 1 – The Ride from California to Colorado

cecilie.hoffman@balsamfir.com (Cecilie Hoffman) — Sun, 06 Sep 2009 09:59:00 +0000

Thinking of the August heat, my better half, Peter, pointed out that taking Highway 80 across northern Nevada in August was lunacy. Highway 50 was also an option but with the nickname of “the loneliest highway” and with the memory of a bike-totaling crash etched permanently in my leather pants, I looked at other options. There was no escaping triple-digit heat crossing Nevada and Utah but even a five-degree temperature differential would make a difference so I agreed with his common sense and went south instead. Peter has an affinity for Death Valley and takes every opportunity to ride there. Having never taken Highway 58 I crossed Death Valley off my route plan. The basic route was:

The map above is on OpenRoadJourney.com. [The orange "end of trip" marker in Southern California is bogus, I'm trying to get that fixed.]

Highway 101 South from San Francisco to Gilroy, the Garlic capital of the world

Highway 152 East across Pacheco Pass

Highway 5 South - Ugly, but satisfies the need for speed (just have to watch for cops on four wheels and in helicopters)

Highway 58 across the Mojave Desert (next time I'll go through Death Valley - much more scenic than Hwy 58)

Highway 15 north east crossing the Virgin River gorge at the foot of Nevada, across the northwest corner of Arizona into southwestern Utah

Highway 70 east across more than half of Colorado

Highway 6 to Keystone, with a loop across the Loveland Pass, 11,990 feet over the Continental Divide.

This ride would include open desert, mountain passes, daylight temperatures ranging from the low 40’s to over 100 degrees F.

Escape from Silicon Valley
The first point of relaxation was the horsey smell of Morgan Hill. The next long sigh of relief emerged at the sight of the San Luis Reservoir even with the gusty winds.
Those were just practice winds for the ride through Mojave – I was already thinking about those windmills. (photo by Grace)

Highway 5 delivered on the promise I made to the GS for some open throttle time. The carbon build-up on my brain burned off and I felt my senses perk up. The signs for Tehachapi reminded me that I didn’t have my distance butt under me yet. After only 300 miles I was ready to call it a day. The third long sigh reverberated in the steamy shower at the motel.

Not as smart as I think am
I went to bed thinking, "I don’t want to see the blades of those windmills turning." Rising before dawn, I put on my cool weather jacket and pointed the bike eastward. As the windmill farm came into view I smiled to myself. What do snakes and windmill blades have in common? Cool air slows their movement. I was very proud of myself until I noticed an other-worldly warm yellow-red glow on the hills in front of me. Instead of feeling anticipation for the sunrise I felt foreboding but couldn’t understand why. Understanding hit me in the eyes as I rounded a curve and passed between two walls of glowing red earth – I was riding due east and staring straight into the rising sun. A quick swap to the dark visor yielded no relief. Neither did the emergency sun-glass goggles. I hadn’t tried them on with my current helmet – the face pads fit so closely that the goggles couldn’t sit properly on my nose. I rode for the next hour wondering what it is was about “the sun rises in the east and sets in the west” that I didn’t understand until now.

From Tehachapi, CA to St. George, UT was only 363 miles but 300 of those miles were in brain-frying heat. By noon I need to change into my airflow jacket. Two years ago on the ride to Seattle while trying to look over my shoulder to change lanes on a twisty road I discovered that the padded straps of the meant-for-skiing Camelbak impeded the range of motion of my helmet-encased head. The new Camelbak with its thin shoulder straps worked perfectly. I sipped the Nuun electrolyte replacement spiked water all day but still needed to stop three times for ice. One cup of ice will keep my core cool for about an hour. I poured the ice down my bra, not into the Camelbak. Most athletic tops for women have a “shelf-bra”, that is, an elastic band that encircles the chest just under the sternum. I positioned the ice chips so that they were against my ribs, not on top of or between my breasts – wipe that silly grin off your face.

The August heat is a small price to pay for the privilege of riding in the open desert. Whatever work-related pre-occupations and concerns weren’t broiled to ash and released out of my helmet’s vents, the colors of the desert and the melting ice slowly washed off my body onto the hot-enough-to-fry-an-egg tarmac.

In southern Nevada Highway 15 takes you through a spectacular gorge cut by the Virgin River which runs from central Utah to Lake Mead. The gorge is actually located in the northwest corner of Arizona and exposes several beds of rock that striate the steep walls. Virgin River Gorge separates the Utah desert from the one time marsh area in southeast Nevada now known as the Virgin Valley. Passing through this gorge was cathartic - finally I was able to completely relax and breathe freely.
Virgin River Gorge - photo from AmericanSouthwest.net

I marked the end of my day in St. George, Utah. If you must have a beer at the end of your riding day you'll want do some research/planning or you may have to go to bed dry. You can’t just go to the grocery store and buy a six pack in Utah. If you stay in St. George you want to be near the Palms Restaurant and Steakhouse (next to the Holiday Inn) which has a state liquor license. And, if you arrive on a Sunday you’ll find your choices for places to eat restricted to places near major highways. “What do people do here on Sundays?” asked the fellow at the next table, clearly annoyed that everything seemed to be closed. “People who live here go to church and spend time with their families.” replied the waitress with just a trace of superiority behind her professional smile.

Time to slow down
I had given myself four days to get to Keystone, CO. I was halfway there and had escaped the stupefying gravitational pull of Silicon Valley. From St. George to Salina was 184 miles had I followed the main highway but that need had faded away. I left Highway 15 and turned onto highway 89, saw a nice looking road and turned, not really knowing where it would go. That “nice looking road” was highway 173 which twists its way through the Cedar Breaks national monument.

One of the pleasures of traveling solo is the ability to stop at any “Scenic View” that you want to without having to worry about surprising/annoying your traveling companions with your sudden stop. I stopped because my heart was pounding in my chest. When I saw the sign for the Chessman Canyon overlook, I knew why, I had climbed from 2,860 feet (St. George) to over 10,000 feet in a few hours and my sea-level heart needed a moment. While I had been experiencing jaw-dropping natural beauty all throughout Utah, as I approached the edge of the lookout in the Chessman Canyon I felt my mouth agape again. The canyon is a 3-mile wide natural amphitheater that has been eroded out of the variegated Pink Cliffs near Cedar City, Utah. Geological uplift and erosion have created a deep canyon of rock walls, fins, spires and columns that you can stare at for hours.

I made another spur-of-the moment turn off Highway 70 to visit to Cove Fort which was established in 1857 by the followers of Brigham Young. The fort was restored in the 1990s and they did a fine job finding period-correct artifacts. The stone work on the fort is remarkable – the local lava rock was used on the outside of the four-foot thick walls, limestone was used on the inside to help keep the interior cool. I have a “rag rug” runner in my home but the significance of that term became clear when I saw the cut up strips of worn-out clothing in the process of being woven on a loom that was set up in one of the fort’s rooms. The quilts on the various beds are works of art though you have to wonder when the women had time to do quilting with all the cooking, cleaning and caring work they did. Elders from the Church of Latter Day Saints (more commonly known as the Mormon church) will be your tour guide and yes they will tell you about their faith and offer you a chance to learn more. The guides I had were a sweet elderly couple, quite knowledgeable about the history of fort and the activities of the people who lived there. Don’t miss the barn – the woodwork made my engineer’s heart joyful. Contrary to my expectations, no comment was made about my traveling alone on a motorcycle – my old-world traditional guides practiced the tolerance that they request from non-church members.

The 100 or so miles between Salina and Green River were both challenging due to the heat and achingly beautiful. My riding pace had slowed because I was mesmerized by the San Rafael Swell.
This land formation would be a national monument anywhere else, I can only imagine that it isn’t one in Utah because they have so many already. I recommend stopping at the Best Western in Green River. The complimentary breakfast is made from locally grown food courtesy of the eponymous water source which is a tributary of the Colorado River. No, I didn’t learn much geography in school, I visited the John Wesley Powell museum across the street from the Best Western and learned about the Colorado River system from a great video re-enactment of Powell's exploration of the Green River in a wooden boat. Here's a clip from the video.

Another gem of a small museum is the Dinosaur Museum in Fruita, Colorado. This museum will bring out the kid in you with its delightful animatronic figures. I had parked the bike in the shade of a large crab apple tree and selected few rosey fruit to eat. While I was munching crab apples the museum’s caretaker told me about that I would be riding through Glenwood Canyon and that I should stop at the No Name rest stop. With the image of a velociraptor skeleton in my mind (the Jurrasic Park movie took great liberties with scale), I continued eastward.

The Glenwood Canyon is a marvel and the engineering of the highway and bike trail through the canyon are nearly equal marvels. The speed limit in this section of highway 70 is 50 mph – I had a hard time going that fast because I was looking at the rock walls on either side of the highway and amazed at the highway itself. As best I can figure, I was at 8,000 feet and feeling dingy. I was riding like a ninny. Trucks were passing me on the left – I would have waved them by but I needed both hands on bike. Once again, if my mandible were not connected to my cranium I would have left my lower jaw 90 miles east of Grand Junction.

The No Name rest stop is a jewel of a rest stop probably named for one of the three boats that Major Powell and 8 other intrepid men explored the Colorado River with. The No Name boat was dashed to pieces at Disaster Falls early in the trip so it is befitting to have this resting place as a memorial. Having sucked down a full litre of Nuun-infused water over the last hundred or so miles, I was most happy to visit the clean facilities, rest in the shady trellised garden and give my sea-level brain a while to do nothing and "just be".

Returning the highway, the bike wanted to wander around. We ended up on Highway 24 and decided to stop in Leadville, Colorado. If I had stayed on the bike any longer I was going to fall down, not from exhaustion but from lack of acclimation to the altitude. I had arrived just before the weekend of the Leadville Trail 100 Ultramarathon (aka The Race Across The Sky or the LT100). This annual ultra-marathon is run on trails and dirt roads at high altitude west and south of Leadville, through the heart of the Rocky Mountains. Runners climb and descend 15,600 feet with elevations ranging between 9,200-12,620 feet. Because of its difficulty it is common for less than half the starters to complete the race ahead of its 30 hour time limit. Due to the altitude, I couldn’t continue riding and decided to walk around town and gaze wistfully at small stone carvings of animals and other tourist chotchke.

The Garmin GPS was giving me fits on this trip; the route that I apparently uploaded from the MapSource software was not the one I thought I had loaded. I was using the GPS only when I needed to find something, like the nearest motel. The GPS provides the location (map), address and phone number of businesses. Standing next to my bike, one finger of one hand poking the menus of the GPS screen, the other hand holding my cell phone to my ear, I found a motel with an available room. It bothers me to speak my credit card number out loud over the phone but I didn’t want to risk losing the room after finding out that everything nearby was already taken. Fortunately no one was standing nearby the stinky disheveled rider who was having trouble walking a straight line.

The next morning I gave the sun a good hour to get off the horizon while I lolled in bed so that I wouldn’t be riding due east again at daybreak. At 10,152 feet there was still August morning ice on the windshields of the cars in the parking lot. My hot weather jacket had disappeared into the right pannier and wouldn’t be seen again until riding west after the conference. My poor bike spent a cold night and didn’t appreciate the early wake up – it took a couple of tries to start and needed some throttle to keep running long enough to warm up. I figured we would both get fuel at Copper Mountain. Its easy to understand why Colorado has a School of Mines given local town names such as Basalt, Gypsum, Leadville, and Copper Mountain. The ride north on Highway 91 takes you along the Continental Divide past the ghost town of Climax which is at an elevation of about 11,360 feet. Climax was an unincorporated mining village known for its large molybdenum ore deposit – molybdenum is used in high-strength steel alloys. I didn’t know it was a ghost town – it’s on the map and I was thinking of getting breakfast there. Instead, Climax gives off a bleak aura – as you would expect from a ghost town.

Had a great breakfast at the Blue Moose café in Breckenridge, named in the spirit of Paul Bunyun’s companion, Babe, the blue ox.
Stopped in Dillon for gas and decided to get my hair cut before arriving at the conference. I must have given off a really bad vibe - I got the worst hair cut I have ever had.

Riding past the Keystone resort I could see the semi-trucks unloading the demo bikes from Harley, Buell, Moto Guzzi, BMW, Yamaha, Kawasaki and Kymco and thought about just chilling out for the rest of the day but there was one more thing I wanted to do before shifting into conference mode. Loveland Pass – 11,990 feet above sea level on the Continental Divide – sure to have plenty of twisties – sure to be a challenge for this acrophobic, no-aptitude for altitude rider. If I didn’t try it now, I wouldn’t do it later. Highway 6 would loop me over the pass then I could take the Eisenhower tunnel back to Keystone. It sounded so simple but just thinking about riding this pass made my sphincter tighten up. Pacheco Pass near my home isn’t even at altitude but the winds there can slap you hard. The winds in most mountain passes make you pay attention. Add snow into the equation and you usually get sand on the road surface, even during the summer when the snow shouldn’t be there. I say "shouldn’t" because I’ve encountered snow on mountain roads in July.

Riding Loveland pass is a rite of passage – it has a 6.7% grade, hairpin turns on both sides, and breathtaking views.

I had spoken to my friends and former Colorado residents Bryan and Karalyn about this pass – I was scared that I’d get an altitude headache and keel over. This wasn’t an irrational fear – Peter had tried to get me to the top of Mt. Whitney in California many years ago. Base camp is at 9,000 feet – no problem. The paralyzing headache started at 10,000 feet. At 11,000 feet I lay down and couldn’t move – Peter completed the hike to the top, 14,440 feet, then came down, helped me stand up and walked me down to 10,000 feet where we camped for the night. I thought my head was going to explode. Bryan and Karalyn encouraged me to try the Loveland Pass – they felt that the three days of travel would be sufficient time to acclimate and they were right.

In general I’m okay going uphill. I know it is irrational but I wish there was a way to not have to ride down steep hills. I felt I had earned my hotel room by the time I arrived at the Keystone Resort check in, ears still popping, still checking to make sure I wasn’t clenching my teeth. As I unpacked the bike I heard it tell me, “You know, you’re still kinda dingy, don’t drink any alcohol, okay?”

Part 2 – Impressions from the AMA Women’s Conference

Part 2: Impressions from the 2009 AMA Women's Conference

cecilie.hoffman@balsamfir.com (Cecilie Hoffman) — Sun, 06 Sep 2009 09:58:00 +0000

I attended these seminars at the AMA Women’s Conference:

Solo Riding and Touring

Survive Institute

Dual Sport and Adventure Riding

Accident Scene Management, Part 1

Pick up your own bike

I didn’t do any demo rides. Honestly, I was generally dingy from the altitude and, I was riding with a sprained right ankle. I figured I was tempting fate enough already, I didn’t want to push my luck on a bike I didn’t already own.

I recommend the Survive Institute to everyone. This presentation is a “bring the house down” experience that leaves you educated, empowered and grinning from ear-to-ear. The content is not politically correct, not what law enforcement tells you, not what martial arts instruction tells you, not what your parents and teachers tell you, and even so the message resonates down in the belly as truth you won’t hear from anyone else.

The Accident Scene Management seminar was one segment from a full course for motorcyclists for how to manage the scene of a motorcycle crash in particular, but any accident scene in general. The content of the segment I attended was outstanding. I hope to find a local class so that I can get the rest of the course material.

There were two places where women could learn to pick up their own bike, in the “marketplace” (where the vendor booths were located) and the parking lot where the demo rides were staging. In the marketplace there was a lot of whooping, cheering and clapping going on as one woman after another succeeded in raising a lying-down Harley to a standing position. At the Progressive Insurance booth in the parking lot I met Sue Slate, the National Programs Chair of the Women’s Motorcyclist Foundation. I asked if they might use my bike for the “pick up your own” demonstration in the afternoon. She asked what I was riding and broke into a grin when I told her – she’s not much bigger than me and rides a bike taller than mine. Reading my mind she asked if I needed to wait until the afternoon. “Umm, no, sooner is good.”

With my bike lying on its side on a sleeping bag, on a down-hill slant, I was shown this method, then it was my turn to try. There was one spotter at either end of my bike giving me directions and encouragement. I could smell how nervous I was. It took a few tries to find the right leverage point, I started too low on both tries. Once my butt was in the right place it took some leg muscle and mental focus but the bike came up. Finding the kickstand with your heel when facing away from the bike was nerve wracking – my foot knows where to go but from this orientation my foot had no clue where that kickstand was and, being nervous, I was sure that looking down ensured that the bike will go down. Eventually I found the kickstand with some verbal coaching from the spotters. I was also shown how to turn around while holding up the bike so that my shoulders would be facing the handle bars which would give my foot a more familiar angle. Again the trick was to lean into the bike with your hip.

I succeeded in raising the bike twice. I didn’t try a third time because the effort to press the bike up moved the cuboid and navicular bones in the foot attached to the sprained ankle in a way that aggravated the sprain. Sue was non-plussed when I told her why I didn't want to try a third time. "Well, a sprained ankle isn’t a far-fetched scenario for a motorcycle rider, you gotta learn how handle to these things." Nor had she blinked when someone pointed out that the bike was lying down on a downhill slant. "She might as well experience that now." I love it, a practical, plain-spoken woman - I found her magnetic and magnanimous.

I had to stand still for a few moments and let the experience sink in. I rode away from parking lot both dazed and dingy - heavens above, I did it, I picked up my own GS! Once my ankle heals I think this is something worth practicing a few times in my own garage.

Solo Riding and Touring

Once people get past the idea that I like riding by myself, then come the rest of the questions:

“What will do you do if you get into mechanical trouble?”

“What if the bike falls down, can you get the bike up by yourself?”

“What if the bike falls down and you’re stuck under it?”

“What if you get lost?”

“Aren’t you worried about creepy men figuring out that you are riding alone?”

“Won’t you get lonely?”

“How will I know you’re okay?”

“What if you are injured badly enough to need emergency care? How will you (and the bike) get home?”

“What if you die?”

Let’s take these one at a time. My comments include what I’ve been doing out of paranoia and what I learned from the panel of Carla King, moto-blogging pioneer and world traveler, Sarah Shilke, street rider turned amateur off-road racer , and Alice Sexton, world traveler, vintage road racer and president of the Women’s International Motorcycle Association.

“What will do you do if you get into mechanical trouble?”

If you’re Carla King, you know how to fix just about anything.

In my case, I get my bike serviced a month before I take a trip – I tell the mechanic that I’m preparing for a long ride. Don't have the service done just before you leave, there won’t be time to discover (and fix) something like a poorly seated crush ring, or something else that might not have been put back together quite right.

I also practice plugging a tire – it never fails to amaze me how much strength it takes to ream out the opening for the plug – and, the insertion device is not intuitive – if I don’t practice using it I just know I’ll be cursing at myself on the side of the road as it is getting dark and the mosquitoes descend.

Know how to do a TCLOCK check and do it.

Subscribe to a road service. I have BMW’s road service.

Join a group that has a network through the area you'll be traveling. I’m a member of BMW Owners of America which provides me with a network of people who will help even a lone wolf rider in trouble.

The best tip was to carry the bike’s service manual on the bike so that if the best you do is get the bike to a shade tree mechanic, that person might be able to figure out what to do from the manual.

If all else fails, get help to load the bike in to a UHaul and drive yourself home on four wheels.

“What if the bike falls down, can you get the bike up by yourself?”

See “Pick Up Your Own” above. [Grin] And I pray that I don’t lay it down on loose gravel (deprives you of good footing) when I’m riding solo.

“What if the bike falls down and you’re stuck under it?”
This would be a problem; it has happened to me. I was stuck in a parking lot sitting on my butt with my foot pinned by the bike until someone came along lifted the bike up one inch so I could slide my foot out. Allan Karl, (WorldRider), says that based on his personal experience, a solo rider never really rides alone, there are always people who will appear if you need help.

“What if you get lost?”
I can get lost in my own back yard. I can’t find my way out of a paper bag in my own back yard. I uploaded the wrong route into my own GPS. When I get flustered, I can’t read a map. If I calm down I will figure out to read the map. If I keep using the GPS I’ll learn how to use it properly. I have the BMW Owners book of kind people and a cell phone. I’m female, my pride doesn’t suffer when I have to ask for directions.

“Aren’t you worried about creepy men figuring out that you are riding alone?”

Here’s where attending the Survive Institute seminar was justification for the entire conference fee. One of the main points was that we teach our kids not to talk to strangers. Here at this conference, what are 1,000 conference attendees doing? Talking to strangers, only as adults we call it “networking”. And when I have to ask for directions, aren’t I talking to a stranger? Survive Institute recommends reframing the caution to, “Don’t talk to creeps”. Now that makes more sense; we all know that gut level feeling we get when somebody is creepy.

From my own experience I know that I’m less than attractive after a few hundred miles – helmet hair for sure, sometimes blood shot eyes, too.

The affirmation from the seminar was, most guys take one look at a solo female rider and think, “Jeez, I’m not messing with her.”

From my martial arts training experience I know that you can learn to turn on the “Don’t even think about talking to me” vibe.

“Won’t you get lonely?”
No. Do you know the book, “Leave Me Alone I’m Reading”? I should get a t-shirt printed, “Leave Me Alone I’m Riding”. Time alone with oneself and nature is precious.

“How will I know you’re okay?”

I sent text messages to my sister, one friend and to Peter at the end of each riding day, The format of the message was simple, “Safe at (name of town)”.

From the seminar I learned about the Spot personal locator, - this very cool device enables you to designate people that you want to be able to track your progress. It allows you to send three types of messages, "I’m safe" (e.g., at the end of the day), "I need assistance" (non-emergency), and "I need emergency help".

Carla King uses Twitter to keep her large fan-base apprised of her adventures.

“What if you are injured badly enough to need emergency care? How will you (and the bike) get home?”
I have a policy with MASA , a medical airlift service, because they will take care of me and my bike. For this trip to Colorado I took out a short term policy with MASA – it was cheaper than the full year subscription that I have had in the past.

Another emergency airlift service provider that I’ve seen mentioned in the motorcycle community is MedJet.

I learned from the Accident Scene Management seminar that my carefully composed summary of everything a medical person might need to know about me is useless unless the document is on my person. If the document is in your tank bag, it is useless because the tank bag doesn’t go with you to the hospital. What goes with you are the clothes you are wearing when they put you on the gurney. So, my DNR and the medical summary (name, age, blood type, allergies, name of doctor, names of emergency contacts, medications I need to take, medical insurance policy number, MASA account number and phone number) now live in ziplock bag (double bagged) in the inside pocket of my riding jacket.

There's also RoadID, a small dog tag that you can wear around your neck, wrist or ankle. RoadID engraves your critical-to-know information on the tag.

“What if you die?”
Dying is something that is eventually going to happen to all of us. I’d rather die doing something I love to do than go to my grave wishing. My family has copies of my Living Trust – and my bike is paid off.

On the lighter side, here are some other tips that the panel came up with:

If you decide to bring your bike into your motel room with you, don’t block the door with the bike – in case of a fire you don’t want to lose precious time moving the bike.

Join riding clubs – use the club networks as a way to have a place to stay, a way to have people know when you’ll be in their town, find people who know the local roads.

Wear all the gear all the time (ATGATT)

If you are just starting out riding solo, consider taking roads that are well-traveled. This doesn’t mean you have to take the main highways, there are plenty of well-traveled two-lane roads.

Keep water, electrolyte replacement or EmergenC and snacks in your tank bag – its easy to avoid fatigue from dehydration or lack of sustenance.

Keep cash on you – credit and debit card readers sometimes can’t read your card, or, your bank may put a hold on your card thinking its been stolen (this has happened to me – it is hard to get mad at the bank for doing this, I’d rather have to call them than run the risk of identity theft).

If you need to leave your bike, leave it in a visible well-populated place like right in front of a fruit stand – buy some fruit and ask the shop keeper if he/she would keep an eye on your bike. They will also be aware of you.

If you are camping at a campground, tell the camp office that you are traveling alone. They will put you in a safe location.

Here is the Iron Butt Association's list of best practices for distance riders. Most Iron Butt riders ride solo because no one in their right mind will ride with someone who is in the throes of this kind of obsession.

Trust your gut – if you have to make a choice trust your inner voice of reason.

The Solo Riding seminar was given several times over the course of the conference. Based on the screaming laughter audible through the conference center walls, each presentation was better than the previous one. I’m hoping that Carla, Sarah, and Alice will compile a list of their ideas and the contributions from the different audiences and post it on their web sites.

* * *

The AMA says there were 800 pre-registered attendees and around 200 walk-ins.

As I was getting ready to leave the conference the husband of the rider of the big Yamaha cruiser parked next to me asked if he could ask about my bike while I was packing up. I don’t know how many of the attendees were husbands/boyfriends/family members but I was surprised to see quite a few men. The Yamaha husband and I talked for nearly half an hour. He said there was more helpful information at this women’s conference than any of the “regular” AMA conferences he had attended. He was impressed with how the women generously shared all their knowledge and experience. In particular he had attended the seminar on “Making Your Bike Fit You” where he heard questions that he asserted men would never ask for fear of appearing inadequate. He implied that had a woman asked the question, the answer coming back from most men would have had an underlying patronizing tone. No, really? His questions had to do with how a 5’3” 120 pound female with a 29” inseam was riding a 1200 GS. He was in love with German engineering but not particularly tall - he had simply assumed that riding a GS was a far-fetched dream. I told him everything I could think of that was relevant and encouraged him to go test ride the three models (650-twin, 800, 1200) of GS bikes BMW had available for demo rides. Once the fear of receiving a condescending response was lifted, this guy released a flood of inquiries that revealed glimpses into long repressed dreams.

After he left I recalled that one of the spotters who helped me learn to pick up my GS was a guy, Pete from Marin, a kind, tall, lanky fellow riding a BMW K model. It didn’t occur to me at the time to tell him that I appreciated the way he spoke to me – not a trace of patronization – just encouragement and complete belief that I was going to get that GS off the ground, solo.

There is always someone to admire...

cecilie.hoffman@balsamfir.com (Cecilie Hoffman) — Fri, 04 Sep 2009 03:03:00 +0000

From Jim Hyde of Rawhyde Adventures (off-road motorcycle riding):

"It does not matter what you do in life... there is always someone that is tougher, faster, smarter... or more committed than you are... On our ride of the Great Divide from Mexico to the Canadian border we encountered a couple of folks who are "more committed" to the Great Divide ride than we were. They are 'unicyclists"... They are giving themselves 4 and a half months to ride their unicycles down the Great Divide. Their names are Gracie and Matt... Yikes.... Unicycles... they each have a 20 pound pack of 'Stuff" on their backs.. and they not only have to pedal "up" hills... but down as well... they cant even coast down a hill. Its all work...If it's hardpack they ride... if its sand or mud they "walk"... 2400 miles... 4 and half months... my hat's off to them...
We were congratulating ourselves on our accomplishment till we met them. I was humbled by what they are trying to do. You can check Gracie and Matt out at http://divideby1.blogspot.com/. Of particular interest is the fact that they have pictures of us on their blog... (about half way down - they mention that the motorcyclists were their favorite folks... because we gave 'em some food... pretty funny-HA!) They were a joy to meet and as many folks do on an extreme endeavor they have a charity that they are trying to raise some $$ for.. the leukemia and lymphoma society."

[Cecilie here again] I'm adding "riding the Great Divide" to my list of dream rides - my off-road skills are still in kindergarten, no where near what they would need to be for riding the Great Divide.

I have returned from a 3,000 mile solo ride to Keystone Colorado where I attended the AMA Women Riders' Conference. I'll have the Labor Day weekend to write about the great ride and the better-than-expected conference.

Preparing for the next Long Ride

cecilie.hoffman@balsamfir.com (Cecilie Hoffman) — Tue, 04 Aug 2009 17:27:00 +0000

I'm reading flash gordon m.d.'s delightful books on motorcycles and medicine,
Blood, Sweat & Gears: Ramblings On Motorcycling and Medicine (2005) and Blood, Sweat and 2nd Gear: More Medicine for Motorcyclists (2008). If you are local to San Francisco you may have read some of the good doctor's articles when he was writing for City Bike, a tabloid-style community newspaper that was so sure that their content was great that they don't waste time on proof-reading. Both books are small, quick reads, perfect for the bathroom (unless you have hemorrhoids in which case you shouldn't be reading in the bathroom - see what you will learn?). It appears that the 2008 edition covers everything that is in the 2005 edition.

I'm a big believer in the umbrella rule of life - be prepared and you won't need it. Blood Sweat and Gears covers the medical issues that riders want to believe will never happen to them such as road rash, getting a cold, lower intestinal compaction, and the opposite problem, the runs. If your riding buddy hits a sandy patch and low sides, would you know what questions to ask and what places to check for injury?

I'm preparing for a long ride and decided to open up the two first-aid kits just to remind myself of what I have and where it is. The small kit I carry with me all the time on the assumption that I'm not far from medical care. The content of the small kit is only good for minor scrapes, but I'd rather have the bandages than say, bleed all over the inside of my glove. I also keep the resuscitation shield with the small kit - thank heavens I've never had to use it.

The larger kit has stuff for handling situations where medical care might take a few hours to arrive and can address nasty stuff like burns, broken bones, and gashes. I'll move the resuscitation shield to the larger kit when I leave and head east. Again, heaven forbid that I'll need to use it. On my last trip I was very happy with the Nuun electrolyte replacement tablets. The new Camelbak allows me to turn my head from side to side without the helmet hitting the Camelbak's shoulder strap. As dr. gordon will tell you, hydration while riding is important! I'm still working on my checklist but I am so ready to get on the bike and ride.

Redwood Highway & Skyline (East Bay)

cecilie.hoffman@balsamfir.com (Cecilie Hoffman) — Mon, 01 Jun 2009 03:51:00 +0000

I haven't been out riding for a long time - it has been months and man, does the lack of practice show. Spent the morning riding twisties in the East Bay (the Oakland side of the San Francisco Bay) with my friend Dennis and his friend Jean. Here's the route on Open Road Journey. The fog hadn't lifted by the time we reached the intersection of Skyline and Grizzly Peak Road. Had we waited another two hours we might have been able to see the panoramic views from Grizzly Peak Road. The lovely twisites on Redwood Highway and Skyline were plenty good for me - thank goodness the body doesn't forget how to move while the brain is trying to think. The added benefit of riding twisties is listening to the engine's song as you glide through the curves - the baritone of my twin brings such comfort to my heart. When you say "Skyline", most people think of Highway 35 on the west side of the bay. The east side of the bay has great twisty roads with much less traffic (bicycles, cars, other bikers), but perhaps I shouldn't be letting that secret out.

Bajaj Motorcycle Transformer TV Commercial

cecilie.hoffman@balsamfir.com (Cecilie Hoffman) — Thu, 23 Apr 2009 18:45:00 +0000

Thanks to Mike Werner of Motorbiker.org for this gem. Transformers and motorbikes - what more do you need?

Bajaj produces the most creative commercials for motorcycles - my only grouse is that the riders are all male, women are adornments riding pillion. It took BMW a while to figure out that they were ignoring a market segment, but they did eventually start listening. Clearly Bajaj are clever and not constrained by tradition, so I'm interested to see how long will it take themto figure a way around the cultural barriers.

I've allowed work to cut into my ride time. I've become a ride-to-and-from work schlump. Hope to have more next month.

Movie Review - One Crazy Ride by Gaurav Jani

cecilie.hoffman@balsamfir.com (Cecilie Hoffman) — Sun, 22 Mar 2009 16:32:00 +0000

Gaurav Jani's DVD, One Crazy Ride, finally arrived in the mail. Gaurav and his friends set out to find a way to the Himalayan state of Arunachal Pradesh, situated in North-east India. They could have taken the "real roads" through Assam, but being true adventurers, they chose to stay north of Assam and find the uncharted routes.

Like Alan Karl, WorldRider, and Glen Hegstaad - Striking Viking, Gaurav travels to remote places in spite of, or maybe precisely because he's been told that the people are hostile and the land is dangerous. Over and over we learn from other world travelers that our humanity binds us together - we aren't all that different from one another no matter what our government or religious leaders tell us.

Whether you are an off-road rider, an off-road wannabe or an off-road voyeur, Gaurav ensures that you get your fill of challenging conditions, slick mud, stream crossings, rock fields, deeply rutted paths, and a suspended bridge.

This film is different from the likes of "Long Way Round" - Gaurav is doing his own filming. Think about what it would take to film yourself riding the switchbacks up the side of a mountain. You would have to position the camera, turn it on, ride down to the point where you want to start filming, ride past the camera to the next point, turn around, retrieve the camera, turn it off, ride to the next filming point, position the camera, turn it on, ride back to your starting point, ... you get the picture. Now think about what it would take to film yourself traversing a stream - yep, you would have to cross that stream three times to get the shot and continue on your way.

Gaurav refers to himself as "an unemployed film maker" and we have to believe him because he doesn't appear to have the financial resources to acquire what we here in the West would consider necessities for the rides he does. He's riding a Royal Enfield that doesn't have off-road suspension or dual-sport tires. One Crazy Ride shows what determination and just a touch of crazy obsession can accomplish with a minimum of high-tech. After watching this film I'm more than a little embarrassed that I use my GS to do grocery shopping.

Did I mention that the photography is gorgeous? Shots of the clouds from *above* the clouds, landscape shots of the Himalayas, delightful cameos of the village folk that he and his friends meet along the way. Gaurav is a remarkable man who draws deep from within himself and is able to share his vision with the rest of us. The sequence of him riding across the suspended bridge will remain in my mind forever as a metaphor for living life to the fullest.

Dirt track Productions: One Crazy Ride (2009) and Riding Solo to the Top of the World (2006)