Archive for the ‘Colorado motorcycle rides’ Category

Try This Again

Monday, December 29th, 2025

Who knows, if they did the Elephant Ride this year they might make it over to Georgetown.

Monday before Christmas and it’s 73 degrees and my piano lesson got canceled. Need I say more?

It’s funny how I no longer need to specify that I was on the V-Strom. It’s my only bike now. Still a bit odd.

I wondered where to go and it hit me: do what I tried to do last time. Figure out how, in Parker, to get onto Motsenbacher Road south to Crowfoot Valley Road down to Castle Rock. By golly, this time I was going to get this clear in my head once and for all.

I started out on the same route, south to Bellview, east to Peoria, south on Peoria and the east on Bronco Parkway. This time, though, instead of taking Bronco Parkway all the way to Parker Road I turned south on Jordan Road. Parker is a major highway and there’s a lot less traffic on Jordan. At Main Street I turned east to get right back to where I had gone wrong before.

Reaching Parker Road I did as I should have done before, continuing southeast on it. This time I got to Twenty Mile Road and I didn’t really want to turn on that but the street signs are so small in this area that by the time I could read it I was committed. Fine, I’ll do a Uey if I need to.

But then I saw ahead on the left a bridge, now open and in use, that I had seen last while it was under construction. This was Dransfeldt Road and I took that left. I crossed over this new bridge, this brand new connection, and as I approached the upcoming intersection saw a sign that read “End Dransfeldt, Begin Motsenbacher.” Yahoo!

So essentially, I didn’t figure out how to get to Motsenbacher the way I would have needed to before, I discovered the newest, more direct way to get to it. And what’s more, I had crossed Twenty Mile Road going east on Main Street. It takes off from Parker Road heading west but soon bends north. So in the future I can skip going all the way to Parker Road and just go south on Twenty Mile Road to get to Dransfeldt to get to Motsenbacher. I’ve got this baby nailed now. And I can go all this way without once getting on super busy Parker Road. Nice.

As I knew it would, Motsenbacher became Crowfoot Valley Road and I soon came to Castle Rock. Along the way, as I so often do, I marveled at the development. When I first started riding Crowfoot Valley Road, not that many years ago, it was all rural and there was a little farmhouse out there that was all alone. Now you go mile and mile with hundreds upon hundreds of homes everywhere. That farmhouse now seems to be converted to a construction operations site. Further along you come to an area of large houses on large acreages but there is also open land with For Sale signs. This is all gonna pass, and sooner rather than later.

I passed through Castle Rock, across I-25 to catch US 85 northwest and made the turn onto Happy Canyon Road. I had forgotten that when that road reaches I-25 there is nowhere to go but onto the highway, so I found myself briefly on I-25 northbound.

I got off at the next interchange, Hess Road, and intended to jog east and then go north again on Havana, running alongside I-25, but there was construction and Havana did not appear to be accessible. So I continued east on Hess, finally turning north on Chambers, and from there worked my way on home.

Was this the warmest day on record here for December 22? I don’t know but it might as well have been. Heck, our mailman was wearing shorts and a short-sleeve shirt. I love Colorado.

Biker Quote for Today

Motorcyclists are always happy but never quite satisfied.

Contracted Expansion Joints

Monday, December 22nd, 2025

A good day to ride.

Concrete is such a solid material that the idea of it moving or flowing is kind of hard to imagine. Except it does move.

When bridges are built they are designed with gaps between the bridge and the abutment it rests on. That way, in the summer when it gets hot there is room for the concrete and metal to expand with the heat. In the winter it contracts with the cold.

This is winter. All the expansion joints on bridges and in concrete roads have contracted. That leaves gaps in places, sometimes really big gaps. If you’re on a motorcycle at this time of year, watch out!

I’m talking about this now because last week when I was out on the V-Strom I was seeing gaping expansion joints everywhere. Head out southeast on Parker Road and they’re all over the place. And some of them look like they’re just waiting to trap my front tire into the groove, with possibly very bad results.

The thing is, paving roads is not an exact science. Most expansion gaps are small enough that they are no problem. But some are a lot bigger.

I think the first time I started noticing these large joints was on I-225 where it runs into I-70. As you get off onto the lane that feeds onto eastbound I-70 you really need to watch out. But then the other day I was coming up Monarch Boulevard, which becomes Quebec, from Daniels Park and they were all over down there. Some that must have been two inches wide. That’s certainly enough to channel a wheel in a direction you don’t necessarily want to go.

Nothing we can do about it. Just pay attention and stay alert. And cross those babies at as sharp an angle as you can.

Biker Quote for Today

A biker’s heart beats to the rhythm of the engine.

This Is Not Where I Was Going

Monday, December 15th, 2025

Blue sky, sunny day–a great day for a December ride.

Have you ever started out heading to a particular place and found yourself somewhere else, asking, “How the heck did I get here?”

That was me on Sunday.

Sunday was sunny and warm and there was no way I was not going out on the V-Strom. A lot of other people had the same idea. I saw you out there.

I was very uncertain which way to go other than I clearly was not heading into the hills. That’s over for this season.

So I concocted a route, a pretty standard route. I would go out Parker Road to Parker and the go west on Main Street. At Motsenbacher Road I would go south and follow it to Crowfoot Valley Road, to Castle Rock, and then get on US 85 (Santa Fe) going north until I reached Sedalia. Then some route home. Simple.

Except one thing. As many times as I’ve been on the Crowfoot Valley Road I still have trouble finding it on the Parker end. It’s easy on the Castle Rock end but trickier up in Parker. But I figured now I had finally got it clear in my head.

I did what I planned. I got to Parker, turned onto Main Street, and then turned south on Motsenbacher. Nothing to it.

But then Motsenbacher ran out at a T intersection at Todd Drive, a street I was not familiar with. I took the turn to the west and soon ended up on Jordan Road. Fine. I turned south again on Jordan Road.

And then Jordan ended at a T with Hess Road. I turned west again and found myself a bit later at Hess Road and I-25. What?

It’s only now, looking at the map, that I see where I went wrong. I knew I wanted Motsenbacher but that road is one of those that stops and then picks up again later. I needed to pick it up further south than Main Street. If I had it would have simply flowed into and become Crowfoot Valley Road. Or I could have gone east on Hess and gotten back to Motsenbacher that way.

Anyway, no matter. Once I got to I-25 I crossed it and was on Castle Pines Parkway, which I followed to Daniels Park, then I turned north to home. It was a really nice ride.

There’s a quote I’ve seen, I believe it’s from The Lord of the Rings, that says “All who wander are not lost.” Nope. But sometimes they’re sure as heck turned around.

Biker Quote for Today

Riding a motorcycle is an art; every twist and turn is a brushstroke.

Ride Before The Snow Falls

Thursday, December 4th, 2025

If I had waited a day this is what I would have been faced with.

Tuesday was sunny and nice. Snow was forecast for Wednesday. It’s a new month: December. With the stage set like that how could I not go for a ride. The only gear I didn’t wear was my heated gloves. I figured my fingers might get chilly but they’d be OK.

I had no idea where I was going. I headed south to start with and got to where I thought I might go east but didn’t. On further south and I got to Arapahoe Road. Here I turned east. Going west is out of the question now till next spring, except if I just want to stay in town.

I knew I had been out as far east on Arapahoe as you can go but I didn’t remember where it ends up. Guess I’ll find out again and decide where to go after that when I get there. So. Cross Parker Road, on past E-470, and then I remembered this was going to bring me up onto Smoky Hill Road. OK.

When I left home the thermometer out front, in the sun, had read 60. The one in back, in the shade, had read 50. That’s a fair representation of how much effect sunshine offers. And it was sunny when I left. By the time I reached Smoky Hill Road the sky had totally changed. It was fully clouded over and not a bit of blue sky to be seen. And the temperature had dropped. OK, I had never expected to take a long ride and this seemed like good spot to turn toward home.

As I’ve been out riding lately I have noticed again and again road work aimed at installing medians on major streets. I had just gone past some on Arapahoe Road but now, heading west on Smoky Hill Road I saw some of the strangest medians I’ve ever seen. Usually they put in planters and vegetation or else just some smooth concrete or concrete stamped to look like brick. Not on Smoky Hill.

In these new medians they’re putting in it is all rough, sharp, loose rock. Sharp, jagged rock about the size of a football and just spread out thickly on the dirt. This is the kind of thing that would eat your tires almost instantly. Nobody is going to willingly drive onto these medians. But I bet this is a heck of a lot cheaper than even the simplest concrete. Is that all it is, a cost-saving matter? It’s definitely not aesthetically pleasing.

Anyway, I got home and was not too chilled and I had gotten my December ride in, in case the bad weather persists. Not a day too soon.

Biker Quote for Today

Make noise with your Harley Davidson bike and work in silence to achieve it.

First Cold Ride Of The Season

Monday, November 24th, 2025

Not the nicest day to ride but a good day on the bike just the same.

I wanted to ride Sunday but by the time I got stuff done that needed doing I had missed the window of warmth. The sky had clouded over and the temperature was dropping. So I got on the V-Strom and headed out. I’m no fair-weather rider.

I didn’t turn on the electric vest immediately but by the time I’d gone about two miles I did. Yep, gonna be a chilly one. Hope I don’t regret not having my heated gloves.

I had no idea where I was going. I’ve been heading to the hills as often as I could knowing the weather had to change soon, but this day the clouds over the mountains were looking threatening and I figured that was not a good idea. Instead of west I went south.

I still had no idea where I was going, though. On an impulse, I turned east on Belleview, through the south end of Cherry Creek State Park and it bends south to become Peoria. I went around Centennial Airport and to regain Peoria but hadn’t gone far when I concluded that yeah, it’s darn chilly. Maybe I don’t want to go too far from home. I turned west on Liberty Boulevard, which runs around the south end of the airport and over into the Inverness area.

Stopping to get a quick photo with the airport and mountains in the background I did see the only other biker I would see on this day.

Inverness Parkway took me north to County Line Road and I went west on County Line. Just because I didn’t want to get much further from home didn’t mean I wanted to head home. By now I was used to the cold and finding it brisk but pleasant. Thank you to the electric vest for that. Without it I would have been pretty uncomfortable.

I followed County Line all the way to Broadway and then turned north. What a lot of construction there is at the moment on County Line Road. I guess they’re expanding from two lanes to four in a long stretch of it. That’s probably overdue. Then going north on Broadway I hit a bunch more construction. These guys must be rushing to finish the work before bad weather sets in.

From Broadway I turned east on Belleview and headed back home. Not the longest or most scenic ride ever but it was good to be out on the bike for about an hour and a half. I still have a lot of making up to do from having missed the whole summer and I want to get out as much as I can, even when the weather is not the best. Sunday was one of those days.

Biker Quote for Today

The road is my stage, and my bike is my dance partner.

Last 2025 Ride In The Hills?

Monday, November 17th, 2025

One of the many rock formations along South Valley Road.

With a near-record high temperature and forecasts for snow–finally–in just a couple days I wanted to get into the hills for perhaps the last time this year. And gosh, I never have to decide what bike to ride anymore, it’s always the V-Strom.

The quickest, most direct route is to get on Hampden (also known as US 285) just a couple blocks north of home and heat straight west. But I’ve been that route a thousand times so I often look for something else. I didn’t really know just where I was headed so I went south on Yosemite to Arapahoe and then west. Yeah, I’ve been that route plenty, too, but not as much as Hampden. Then Arapahoe ends at Broadway so I turned south on Broadway.

My thought was to get onto C-470 and go west but when I got to Mineral I realized that if I have ever been on that particular stretch of Mineral it was only once and I have forgotten it. So great! A new road to ride. And no, it did not look at all familiar. With a metropolitan area as large as Denver’s, you can be surprised to find how many roads you’ve never been on. You get to explore in town.

I got past Santa Fe and crossed the Platte and it was all undeveloped and really pretty. I guess this must be floodplain and will never get built on. We can hope. By the time I reached Kipling I was back on a portion of Mineral I have been on. I pushed on west all the way over to C-470 as it comes north now and expected to have to take it north or south but found that Mineral feeds directly into the mouth of a small canyon. Great, I’ll keep going.

Then I recognized it. This is part of Ken Caryl Ranch and we have family living out here. I took the road going south a little past C-470–South Valley Road–and realized I had accidentally done a great job of navigating. As I had been cruising along Mineral I had figured out a tentative route and that included going up Deer Creek Canyon Road. Well, South Valley Road goes south through a beautiful valley with lots of gorgeous rock formations and open space and meets up with Deer Creek Canyon Road. Couldn’t have done better if I’d planned it that way.

I turned up Deer Creek Canyon Road and a lot of other bikers had chosen this same road. No matter whether they were going the same direction I was or the other direction, they all blasted past me. I was just not in a hurry. I was interested in savoring this gorgeous day. Unlike when I’d been up this way last week, this time I did not take the turn onto South Deer Creek Road but kept going on Deer Creek Canyon Road up and over the top and down to South Turkey Creek Road. I went east a short distance till I made the turn onto North Turkey Creek Road, headed toward Evergreen.

Then again, unlike my other ride last week, I did not turn up High Drive but stayed on the Turkey Creek road, all the way up to CR 73, which runs between Conifer and Evergreen. At this point in the day, deep in the canyon there were a lot of places with bright sunshine followed by deep shade. You can’t see a thing in the shaded area so as you approach it you hope there is no sharp turn as soon as you get into what you cannot now see. On top of that, on the right-handers there is a lot of gravel thrown up onto the road by cars that cut the corner a bit too tight. So the real nightmare is plunging into the shadows and finding yourself faced with a sharp right turn and a lot of gravel on the road.

Fortunately that was not the case usually but in at least one spot that was exactly what I encountered, and this particular spot had more gravel than any other place I saw. It’s times like that when you really ought to be taking it easy. I was, but boy did I see a lot of guys–on sportbikes mostly–who were riding pretty aggressively. Not for me, thanks.

So I made it on up to Evergreen and turned down Bear Creek Canyon to Morrison. Then I cut over to US 285 and turned east for home. Wow, did I have a nice ride! And now the weather is already turning colder and we’ll see if this snow arrives as predicted.

Biker Quote for Today

Bikers don’t follow the crowd; they make their own path.