July 6th, 2026


I searched and searched for a photo that even came close to what I saw and this was the best I could find. But it’s still nothing like it. (Photo by antoine de Barquin on Unsplash.)


One thing about clouds is that they are always utterly unique. One thing about riding motorcycles is that you are not in a box with a limited field of vision, you are out there to see it all, all around you.

That was the situation on the first day of our recent Utah trip, just about the time we crossed from Colorado into Utah. The sky was incredible. If I had been alone I would have stopped and shot a photo. That’s one of the problems in traveling with a group. I can’t count the number of pictures I have missed because I was with other people and for me to stop means for the whole group to stop.

Here’s what I wrote in my journal that evening: “Coming into Utah there were some incredible clouds like I don’t think I’ve ever seen before. A sky full of individual cotton balls, tinted purple and blue and white, patches of blue sky poking through, and the rest of the sky all kinds of mixed shades.”

And it’s so utterly impermanent. Five minutes later the sky didn’t look at all like it had before.

What this really emphasized for me is that I really need to put my GoPro camera to work more often. If I had had that set up not only would I have captured some shots of this incredible sky, I would also have gotten some pretty fabulous shots of the bikes ahead of me going through some terrific country. I always get lessons on these rides; too bad I rarely remember them when it’s time to prepare for the next trip.

Biker Quote for Today

Travel as much as you can, as often as you can, and as far as you can. Life was not meant to be lived in just one place.

And More Threats To Motorcycling

July 2nd, 2026


Yeah, Zero electric bikes have changed a lot since this shot from 2011.

I’ll proceed now with numbers 5 and 6 on this list of “10 Biggest Threats To Motorcycling” discussed in the May 2026 issue of American Motorcyclist, the publication of the American Motorcyclist Association. You’ll find issues 1 and 2 here, and 3 and 4 here.

Side-By-Side Size And Power, And Trail Degradation
Four-wheel all-terrain vehicles (ATVs) are not motorcycles. But more and more, the people using these things are taking to the trails that have formerly been used by dirt bikes and mountain bikes. There is a problem in that they are double-track while we are single-track. They’re basically carving into the adjoining areas in order to do so. They’re also bigger and heavier so that contributes to the issue. Being more stable they also go faster. And because they are easier to use than a motorcycle, the users are often less experienced and don’t necessarily have a good idea what they’re doing.

That kind of adds up, doesn’t it? Do I really need to say more? To quote the AMA, “As a result, responsible motorized trail users are grouped in with the damage caused by oversized side-by-sides and the sometimes-poor decision-making by their drivers, leading to reductions in trails and land closures.”

Now, the AMA does not support getting these machines off the trails, they simply ask that they follow appropriate trail etiquette and trail groups “be mindful of one another and work together rather than one group dominating the trails in some way.” They also mention that some states now require training for these users, which presumably include appropriate and protective ways of operating the vehicle.

Consumer Choice
Electric is growing and you may already have an electric car or bike. But some people still want their gas-powered vehicles.

The motorcycle market should be allowed to evolve based on demand, innovation, and rider preferences.

Add in the fact that current infrastructure is not prepared for an all-electric future, it’s clear that electric mandates would certainly harm motorcycling.

That pretty well sums it up. Electric is fine, just don’t force it on everyone. The AMA supports two proposed Congressional bills that would address these concerns. These are the Preserving Choice in Vehicle Purchases Act and the Automobile Retail Sales Act, both introduced in 2025.

Biker Quote for Today

Going for a ride is always worth it.

Pre-Riding Comes Through Again

June 29th, 2026


It seems the worst of the flooding damage was on the road that is part of my planned route.

I wrote about pre-riding a route you plan to lead a group ride on just a few weeks ago. Well, it seems there’s a very good reason not to do that pre-ride too far in advance. Conditions change.

We just got back from two weeks in Alaska. We flew from Juneau to Seattle and needed to change planes in Seattle. We found right away that our flight was delayed a bit more than an hour. As it turned out, the plane to Denver was coming from Denver and they were delayed more than an hour from taking off. It seems there was a bit of a weather event. We never did learn much about it because it was all over by the time we did get home.

We’ve been home a week now and it occurred to me that if I intend to lead this ride that I’ve been planning since before I got hit head-on exactly one year ago, this is really when I should do it. I was leaning toward posting the ride on the RMMRC site Saturday and meanwhile I was catching up on all the emails that piled up while I was gone.

Surprise, surprise! I came across a new item saying there was extensive flooding in Evergreen and Kittredge, connected to the tornado that shut down the airport. Roads were completely blocked. And my route for this ride goes right through Evergreen and Kittredge. I figured Sunday I’d better take a ride up there and check it out before posting the ride.

So I did. As I headed up Colorado 74 out of Morrison I thought I ought to see a warning sign if the road was closed ahead, and there was no such sign. That’s positive. You go through Idledale before you reach Kittredge and there was a sign just outside of Idledale but I didn’t see it in time to read it, so no help. But that said to be cautious.

I got into Kittredge and the first thing I noticed was that the restaurant I planned to stop at for lunch on this ride seemed to be closed. It is right beside the creek so that was foreboding. I’d have to check on that. Then I got to the west end of Kittredge and where the creek crosses under the road it was obvious what had happened. There was an area to the side where a lot of logs and stumps were piled up, obviously from a clean-up effort, and the bridge abutment still had a lot of the same packed against it. But the road was open, albeit with a good bit of gravel remaining.


It appears they will be reopened in time for us.

On to Evergreen. Everything looked pretty good in Evergreen, though when I reached the fork where one way goes north and the other south, my route being south, I made that turn and it was clear they were not done cleaning up from flooding right there. But it was not bad. On south about a tenth of a mile and you get to the turn-off up Little Cub Creek Road–my route–and then the flooding became extremely evident.

Mostly it was where the stream had come out of its banks and left gravel–a lot of gravel–on the road. Then a little further along I came to a spot where at first I thought the road had been carried away altogether. I turned around and stopped to shoot that picture above. On closer inspection I could see that the adjoining road had been nearly washed away and all that rock and soil was covering the road I was on. It’s all passable but don’t try screaming down this road on a motorcycle. No problem as long as you know what to expect.

At this point I headed back the way I came and in Kittredge I stopped to check out the restaurant. They had a sign on the door saying that due to the flooding they were closed over the weekend but would reopen right away.

OK, I guess I can lead this ride. Now I just have to get it posted.

Biker Quote for Today

Cause one day you are gonna say that today was bumping. We’re living on the edge and my motorcycle’s speeding. It is what it is and this is how I’m feeling. — Charles Smith

With Friends Like These . . .

June 25th, 2026


The RMMRC at a stop on this Utah trip.

I’ve written about this before but now it has happened again. Same concept as before: sometimes the people most hazardous to you may be your friends.

In that post I linked to above I was riding with the RMMRC and because we got separated from one rider we stopped to give him a call. Alan was parked just in front of me and because he was making the call I’m not sure he was aware I was back there. When it came time to roll he definitely acted like he didn’t know I was back there and he backed right into me, causing me to lose the bike and it to fall. No harm, no damage, but gosh, shouldn’t you look behind you before you back up?

As I know I’ve described before, my first realization of this danger was on a ride with the OFMC may years ago when I was leading and made the decision to pull over to the left for a view area. A split second before I made my turn, Bill came blasting past me–I don’t remember why. What I do remember is that if I had made my move ever so much sooner it would have been pretty disastrous for both of us. Of course, it would have helped if I had signaled to make my intentions known.

So this time was very much like the first instance with Alan. This time it was Gene. On this recent Utah trip we stopped for lunch in Glenwood Springs. I was parked right behind Gene. As we prepared to pull out, Gene started backing up, totally oblivious to the fact that I was there. I yelled but with the engine noise and with helmets on I’m sure he didn’t hear a thing. This time, however, I was able to roll back just enough that there was no contact. And then Gene pulled forward totally unaware of what just happened.

Gosh, guys, is it too much to ask, again, that you look behind you before you back up?

Biker Quote for Today

100 reasons not to date a biker: 45. ‘Do rags

Communicators–Nice If We Knew How To Use Them

June 22nd, 2026


My Cardo communicator on my helmet.

I did this Utah ride with the RMMRC guys and I was looking forward to having us all connected via our Cardo communicators. I told myself that before I left on this trip I ought to pull mine out and charge it and also refresh myself on how to operate it. I did charge it but I did not refresh. You know, someone else will be the main guy and he will know how to do it and all that.

Yeah, right. I got over to Morrison, where we were assembling, in plenty of time to get connected, and everyone there was asking, “How do we connect these things?” Oh great. I had the user guide on my phone so I called it up and was looking at it but it seems the process is open to interpretation. Does this mean this, or does it mean that?

We only managed to get Tom and Gene connected so Tom was leading the ride and Gene rode sweep. It’ll do. We’ll get this all figured out tonight in Green River. Meanwhile, during the course of the day I needed to let Tom know I needed a gas stop so I used old fashioned hand gestures to give the word to Gene to pass up to Tom. Hey, it worked.

That evening in Lindsay’s suite (he didn’t request it; they just gave it to him) we were sitting there with the door open so anyone walking down the hall could glance in and see these weird guys sitting around wearing motorcycle helmets. There were five of us and with some effort we finally got four connected, but the fifth just was not happening. I was the fifth. I didn’t like that situation.

We decided to try again from the start and once again we only got four connected. This time I was in but Dave was out. Dave did not like that situation.

But we were out of ideas so for this whole ride Dave was not in communication while all the rest of us were. Probably more than anyone else, I empathized with him deeply. That could have been me. But not deeply enough to offer to swap communicators with him.

Since getting home I have re-read the user guide again and I think I do understand what our issue was. We really need to get this figured out. Like, maybe get together to get it done before we’re actually leaving on the trip.

Biker Quote for Today

Bikers don’t need a crowd; we ride alone but together.

Making The Most Of The Ride Home

June 18th, 2026


At a pull-out going up Independence Pass.

Day 5 was the last day of our RMMRC 5-day Utah ride. It could have been a quick blast east on I-70 but there was no way we were going to do that. Heck, we were in Basalt, which is right next door to Aspen, which is the gateway to . . . Independence Pass. One of Colorado’s real gems. Which direction do you suppose we went?

We heard from a cabinetmaker staying at our hotel that the morning commute into Aspen is killer. Because no one who does any of the hard work in Aspen can afford to live in Aspen. But either because we started a little later in the morning–9 a.m.–or because it was Saturday, we had no issue with traffic. That’s a win.

There’s no way in the world they’ll ever be able to build a bypass around Aspen so we had to go right through the middle of town. Not a win, but that’s life. Then we were out in the open, heading up the pass. And there was very little traffic this early in the day. That’s a win.

There are a couple places along the road going up the west side of Independence where it narrows down to one lane. I was riding sweep and as we came around a bend in one of these one-lane stretches I joked on the intercom that we should stop here for a group picture. Gene, in the lead, said OK. I came around the bend then and saw there was a pull-out right there and everyone was pulling in. Had to laugh about that one.

Of course, then as we left the pull-out I forgot to plug my electric vest back in so it was going to be a cold ride up to the summit. Dang. I knew it was totally unsafe to try to plug that thing in while riding but I still considered it. I thought if I secured the the female connector between my leg and the tank that maybe, on a straighter stretch, I might be able to insert the male connector. The opportunity came and I made a feeble attempt but clearly it was not going to work, and I was not willing to risk my life to avoid being cold for half an hour. When we stopped at the top I made absolutely certain to plug in before we headed down.

That was a good thing, because on the east side of the pass there was a ferocious wind blowing and that wind was cold! It didn’t really get warm until we were almost to Buena Vista. But oh hey, Independence Pass was its usual gorgeous self. What a nice ride.

We didn’t stop in Buena Vista. Too early for lunch and a couple guys had said they did not plan to do a lunch stop. Usually about the time we get onto US 285 headed back down the hill it’s time for the group to dissolve as the horses head back to the stable. Amazingly, this time that did not happen.

Dave and Lindsay told us as we made our final stop at Johnson Village that they intended to peel off on US 24 at Antero Junction, where you come down the hill into South Park. They did and then Tom and Gene and I stayed together all the rest of the way into town. The two of them finally got separated from me coming across town when I caught a red light they got through. Then it was home and this really good trip came to an end.

Biker Quote for Today

The road is a mirror; it reflects who I truly am.