Passes & Canyons Blog

I wrote here about my trip to Arizona Bike Week when it happened, but looking at what I wrote I see that what I put up on Examiner was quite different. That makes sense since it would be boring to write essentially the same thing a second time. So here’s what you didn’t read previously.

A rest stop in New Mexico on my way to Arizona Bike Week.

The Pre-Rally is already in full swing but Arizona Bike Week itself doesn’t start until Wednesday. I’m en route and will be there tomorrow, Monday. I’m happy to be able to say that because it wasn’t a sure thing earlier today.

The weather gods seemed to be smiling on me this morning in Denver, with temperatures higher than they had been in a week and clear, sunny skies. I climbed aboard my Kawasaki Concours and took off with my only concern being whether I could keep my hands warm.

That particular question was starting to feel a lot more important by the time I got to Castle Rock, just 20 miles from home down I-25. My finger-tips were very cold but I didn’t have a lot of time to think about them because as I climbed toward the Palmer Divide I noticed that about half the cars coming the other way had snow on them. Then the highway started looking suspiciously wet and I wondered if that moisture was in liquid or solid form.

Then came the fog. I got over the divide and started the descent toward Colorado Springs and it was pea soup. To say that the warm, welcome sun I started out with was nowhere to be seen is an understatement. I tucked in behind a pick-up pulling a trailer that was going about 40 and just crept along. And I was getting a lot colder.

Of course I had my electric vest on, as well as my warmest longjohns and a bunch of other warm clothes. If not for the vest I would have turned back. No way would I ride on in that cold without that warmth. But by the time I got to the south end of Colorado Springs my fingers were screaming in pain from the cold and I pulled off to get a cup of hot cocoa at a convenience store.

With my freezing hands wrapped around the hot cup of cocoa, I questioned people coming in the store as to whether they knew how the weather was on south. No one knew for sure but the presumption was that it should be warmer heading toward Pueblo. I asked a guy where he was coming from that he had snow on his car and he said, “My house. Right here in the neighborhood. We had snow this morning, but I think it’s all done for now.”

With my hands warm again I got back on the bike and pressed on. Sure enough, the farther south I got the warmer it got. It was a little chilly going over Raton Pass but by the time I reached Santa Fe I switched the vest off because it was getting too hot.

Meanwhile, about the time I reached Walsenburg, before reaching the pass, I got hit by the first blast of the powerful crosswinds I was destined to contend with for the next several hours. Almost all the way to Albuquerque the winds played their cat and mouse game, easing off when the road dipped beneath the general landscape and blasting me as soon as I came out in the open again. I’d pass a truck on the downwind side and have to stand the bike up quickly to keep from steering right into it, and as soon as I would pull ahead the wind would blast me toward the median. I took to diving back into the right-hand lane as soon as I got ahead of the truck because while that’s exactly what happened most of the time, other times the blast hit me so hard that if I hadn’t already been leaned in like that it would blow me off the road.

At Albuquerque I turned west on I-40, so now at least, any westerly wind would be blowing in my face rather than from the side. I pressed on to Grants and considered continuing to Gallup. But the sun was at that point where if I had, it would have been setting and I would have been riding right into it the last part of that leg. I opted for Grants. That’s about 530 miles of the 850 from home to Scottsdale, where I’m headed. Another 320 miles tomorrow won’t be bad. Plus, I get to leave the interstate at Holbrook and the last 140 miles will be on two-lane through some mountains I’ve never seen before.

So all right! First bike trip of the year. Yee hah!

Biker Quote for Today

Riding fast is one thing, riding in a hurry is a completely different thing. Never ride in a hurry.

Photo by Zigy Kaluzny

Zigy Kaluzny wanted to get away – far away. And he didn’t just want to visit a country, he wanted to see it. So he contacted a bike dealer and arranged to buy a 1996 BMW R1100GS, with a guaranteed buy-back at the end of his trip. Off he went to New Zealand.

It was a trip filled with serendipity. Upon Kaluzny’s arrival in Wellington, on New Zealand’s North Island, the dealer picked him up at the airport and dropped him at the hostel where he had reservations. The hostel, or “backpacker” as they are known there, was literally right around the corner from the dealership.

After checking in at the backpacker, he strolled over to the dealership to handle the paperwork with the bike. The dealer mentioned that one of his customers was planning to visit the U.S. and would love to talk to him, but was away on his sailboat at the moment. Perhaps when Kaluzny returned the bike . . .

Two Big Islands
New Zealand consists of two long, narrow main islands and is approximately the size of California or England. One thousand miles in length, there is reportedly no place on either island farther than 75 miles from the ocean. Intending to ride the South Island first, Kaluzny boarded a ferry and started riding counter-clockwise around it. New Zealand has impressive mountains, but, as Kaluzny says, “Since I live in the mountains, I wanted to stay by the ocean.”

The North Island has 75 percent of the population and two of the country’s largest cities, Wellington and Auckland. The South Island has the other 25 percent of the population, with Christchurch as the largest city.

“The South Island is more beautiful. It’s much more agricultural, it’s sheep country, lots of rolling hills. Plus, I’ve never been to a place where you can be at a glacier that then runs down through the jungle to the ocean. There’s a jungle on either side of the glacier and the run-off goes to the ocean right there. Climatically I don’t think there’s any other place like that in the world.”

Kaluzny didn’t have a plan or itinerary.

“I would just wander, and I knew about some places I was curious to go to, because I had done some research. But for me it’s more the day to day experience of being in a place and seeing what happens. I’d run into motorcyclists all the time, and sit and have dinner if we were staying in the same hostel.”

One spot of particular interest was the town of Blackball. This mining town was the site of a big union struggle years ago and has a lot of history. The main hotel is an old Victorian building that is “a target for motorcyclists,” says Kaluzny. It was named the Blackball Hilton, but the international hotel chain sent them a cease and desist letter, so they changed the name to “Formerly the Blackball Hilton.”

“I pulled up and there were about a dozen motorcycles, and I immediately sat down and started talking with the riders. With motorcyclists, unless they’re a bunch of Harley guys, in general, you’re all immediately companions of the road.”

On another day, in a tiny town whose name he doesn’t remember, Kaluzny was sitting having coffee and he looked out the window and saw a couple walking around the GS and talking about it. “I go out and I say hi and they start talking to me and I realize it’s the couple he (the dealer in Wellington) was talking about. So they invited me to come and stay with them.”

That openness and friendliness is part of what Kaluzny loves about New Zealand.

“The people are tremendously friendly, but there’s enough British reserve so it’s not like you’re always being bugged by somebody. It’s like America in the ’60s, just rip out the Vietnam war. Most stories from travel, for me at least, are either really terrible meals or really weird people, or experiences that could have been dreadful but turn out OK. I don’t have any like that from New Zealand.”

What he does have are stories of touching encounters. In a small town one day, getting ready to ride after having lunch, “I’m putting my helmet on and a little old lady comes up, a very elegant little old lady, and she says, ‘Just touring are we?’ And I said yes, that’s right, and she said ‘Well, how do you like our country?’ I went into my 5-minute spiel about how beautiful it was, how friendly the people were, how much I enjoyed the food, why I love New Zealand, and she listens and she says ‘Yes, we think so too.’ I smiled for the next 20 kilometers.”

Not All Smiles
There was one New Zealander, however, who Kaluzny would rather not have encountered.

“New Zealand has the world’s only alpine parrot. They are profoundly destructive. They’ll rip up tents, they chew boots, they love rubber and fabrics like that. I come out in the morning and some parrot has feasted on my seat.”

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t been warned. There were signs in the parking lot to “Be aware the kea is here.” But what American would suspect a bird twice the size of a pigeon would do such damage?

One subtle danger for Kaluzny was the lack of traffic on the highways. It was common to be riding a major highway and not see another vehicle for minutes at a time.

“We (motorcyclists) are so used to being hypervigilant, then suddenly, when you’re in the middle of nowhere, you stop some of the hypervigilance after awhile. And of course that’s always dangerous. I’d have to tap myself on the helmet and say, Zigy, there’s a car out there somewhere, pay attention.”

An annoyance was the ubiquitous sand flies, little gnat-sized critters.

“They are everywhere. If I would stop along the road and want to take a nap I’d have to keep my helmet on. You can’t camp out without being in a tent.”

Nearing the End
After circling the South Island Kaluzny took the ferry back to the North Island, to Wellington, and headed counter-clockwise around it. At one small town of about two blocks, Onga-Onga, “I liked it so much, and it was getting late, so I wanted to stay there where it was totally quiet.” There were no hostels, and a local tried unsuccessfully to find him a place to camp, so he rolled on.

Then, on the very last day he was stopped along a beach and a car pulled up. Two people got out, a Maori (native) woman and her daughter. As they talked, she asked Kaluzny about disappointments. He replied that he had not gotten to attend a Maori hangi, a tribal feast.

Taking a pen and paper, she wrote and handed him the paper, saying, “Here’s my name, my phone number, and my email. Next time you come back over call me and we’ll invite you over for one.”

“I was really touched by that,” he says. “It still gives me goose bumps, it was just generous.”

And so typically New Zealand.

Biker Quote for Today

If you see me in your rear view on one wheel . . . stay in your $#@% lane! (OK, I do have problems with this quote but it was interesting so I figured I’d use it.)

Looking for some folks to ride with? Try the RMMRC.

As the OFMC continues to shrink–after years of growing–it is starting to look more and more like I made a good choice to join the Rocky Mountain Motorcycle Riders Association (RMMRC). The OFMC continues to ride but we are back down to just three guys this year, same as when we started more than 25 years ago.

So it’s good to have another group to ride with.

So what rides are on the RMMRC agenda this year? There is an events page and here’s what is coming up.

Capulin Volcano Ride — May 25 and May 26. Two-day ride from Denver to visit Capulin Volcano National Monument in northeast New Mexico. We will stay overnight in Trinidad, CO. Capulin Volcano was formed approximately 60,000 years ago from four lava flows which formed the nearly perfectly-shaped cinder cone that rises over 1,000 feet above the surrounding landscape. A road winds around the cone to the top of the volcano.

BMW MOA Rally Ride – and so much more! — June 9 through June 20. Join us for all (or parts) of this 12-day ride that will include the 2019 BMW MOA Rally in Lebanon, TN and tours of the Barber Vintage Motorsports Museum in Birmingham, AL, the Corvette Factory and Museum in Bowling Green, KY, and Hannigan Motorsports in Murray, KY. We will visit 8 states outside of Colorado and ride approximately 3,050 miles.

Rocky Mountain National Park and Walden loop — July 13. This will be a long, all-day ride traversing Rocky Mountain National Park on US-34W from Loveland to Granby, riding CO-125N from Granby to Walden, and CO-14E from Walden to Fort Collins. US-34/Trailridge Road, CO-125 and CO-14 are perennial favorites for Colorado riders and offer an abundant supply of curves, elevation changes, and scenery. In fact, this route has been named one of the top motorcycle rides in the US for 2019. Assuming a start and finish near I-25 and 136th, the ride will total approximately 335 miles.

Ride Colorado – A 4-Day Scenic Tour — August 9 through 12. This will be a tremendous 4-day tour of southwestern Colorado, featuring lots of twisties and awesome scenery EACH day! Approximately 1,254 total miles.

Fall Colors Ride – See Fall Colors in the Rocky Mountains — September 28 and 29. Join us for a 2-day weekend ride. We will spend Saturday night in Steamboat Springs.

Of course, to participate in an RMMRC ride you have to join the group. It’s $25 for a one-year membership and if you’re looking for folks to ride with I strongly recommend it. There are monthly meetings that frequently have interesting programs and if you’re free, there are impromptu rides going on any time the weather permits.

Let’s go for a ride, hey?

Biker Quote for Today

If you can’t buy happiness, explain motorcycles and beer.

A section of the Buena Vista Rides home page.

I got an email the other day from April Kali, writing to tell me she has just launched her new motorcycle tour company in Buena Vista. The name is Beautiful View Rides. Get it? Beautiful View = Buena Vista.

Actually, April also goes beyond Colorado. Her offerings include a Southern Colorado tour, a Sturgis Motorcycle Rally tour, and a custom tour going wherever you like.

I’ll let April speak for herself here a bit:

The goal of Beautiful View Rides is to provide all inclusive motorcycle tours, so participants simply have to just “show up and ride.” I advertise the numerous options for participation: riding your motorcycle out, trailing motorcycle out, shipping motorcycle or renting. I offer assistance in all options and want to provide an experience that is easy to plan but is once in a lifetime. As a participant of my tours all you will have to worry about is taking in the scenery. All the logistics of the route, gas stops, dining, lodging, scenic stops, etc. are all planned. Just simply follow me! Plus, I limit the participating motorcycles to only 6 in order to ensure a smaller more intimate experience.

At this time I am mainly promoting a Southern Colorado Motorcycle Tour that will be offered four times this summer.

Unlike some tour companies, Beautiful View Rides does not provide motorcycles, but if you don’t come on your own bike April will connect you with rental outfits that do offer bikes.

April tells me she has been riding motorcycles since she was 18 (she’s 31 now), when she got a 2001 Yamaha R6. Before that she did spend a lot of time on her grandmother’s Motobecane moped starting at age 15. (And unlike scooters that so many people call mopeds, the Motobecane is an actual moped! It has pedals and a motor.) She rides a Street Glide now.

Now, April has a bit of competition in this new endeavor. Motorcycle tour groups have proliferated in the last 10 years in Colorado, so I’m wishing her success. I told her I was happy to add her to my list of tour companies and would mention her here on the blog. Have at it April. Best wishes.

Biker Quote for Today

A woman who rides a motorcycle is in tune with the universe, a candidate for high adventure. — Celestine Sibley

Part of our group at Lake Louise.

Everyone is an individual and so it is a simple truism that every group is different and group dynamics are different from one group to another. Plus, group dynamics change as a group changes. When you become part of a group it behooves you to figure out the group dynamics.

With the OFMC, it started out very simple. Each of us took our turns leading, not by any formal process but simply based on who felt like being in front at this moment. That would change if someone got a wild hair and wanted to put on some speed for awhile. Bill goes blasting past and we either pick up the pace to join him or we catch up with him when he slows down. John wants to stop, he either pulls over when he chooses or, if he’s behind, he blasts ahead and then stops. It’s easy with three.

As the group got bigger it got more complicated. Friggs became the one who set the pace in terms of taking off from a stop. We learned that it just didn’t make any sense to even put on your helmet until Friggs put on his. He was always the last to be ready to ride.

If you didn’t want somebody right on your butt, make sure not to get immediately in front of Randy. Randy would target fixate on your rear bumper and stay close, right behind you, rather than staggering to one side or the other.

Don’t try to ride a staggered formation with Dennis because Dennis is all over the road. If the folks behind you want to ride in staggered formation, just pick one side of the road or the other and stay there, so the folks behind can all stay in one spot. Sometimes Dennis will be right ahead of you and sometimes he won’t. Live with it.

What am I in all this? It embarrasses me a little to have to say I don’t really know. You’d need to ask the other guys. I do know that I was one guy who everyone figured knew where he was going. With a larger group John became the leader almost all the time but sometimes he had to berate the guys for not paying attention to our route. The only one he had confidence to know where we were going was Ken, he would tell them.

Now that John’s health has him not riding any more, I have become the leader. I planned our last trip and rode in front most of the time. But I did make a point, when I knew one guy was clear on the route and destination, to suggest he lead for awhile. And it seemed like they kind of enjoyed taking that spot occasionally.

Riding this summer to British Columbia with Willie and Jungle and others, the dynamics were set. This was their ride so Jungle always rode lead and Willie always rode sweep. Except, with two Slingshots and a Porsche Carrera 2 in the mix, people sometimes had other ideas.

Terry, in her Porsche, was sometimes impatient with the group going what she considered slow. So she would take off on her own and we’d see her again whenever we did.

As the den mother for the group, Willie often found herself telling the rest of us to go ahead, she and JC, in his Slingshot, would catch up. It seems JC has a wont for shopping and thought nothing of wandering off to some shops just as the rest of us were getting ready to go.

Meanwhile, Jean has her issues with JC and to the extent possible, she stayed as far away from him as possible. With seven or more of us in the group that was fairly easy, and Willie–again the den mother–went out of her way to ensure they didn’t end up sitting next to each other at meals. JC, of course, was unaware of any of these machinations.

So what got me thinking about this is that after Judy and I peeled off to blast home so I could turn around and leave on the OFMC trip, she wondered how our departure would affect the group dynamics. And especially how much harder it would now be to keep Jean separate from JC.

People are people. Each is unique. When two or more come together you get group dynamics. The patterns are infinite. This is life.

Biker Quote for Today

Don’t wait for life, ride to meet it.

Riding as a group comes with certain responsibilities toward your other riders.

When you’re riding with a group on motorcycles there will always be someone in the lead and someone at the back, riding “sweep,” whether you think about it that way or not.

It’s a really good thing if the leader knows where he or she is going. Unless you’re using GPS, however, that is not always possible. For instance, when we were with Willie and Jungle’s group going to Banff this summer, there was one point where I was in the lead because the group had had to split up, with Jungle back in Cranbrook, BC, with a broken down bike.

We pulled into Radium Hot Springs, our destination for the day, and at an intersection neither Judy nor I noted that the highway we were following took the right turn. We went straight, as did all those behind us.

We quickly realized our error and turned around, motioning for the others to follow but for some reason they stayed put at the turnaround. Apparently they expected us to come back to tell them, yes, this is the correct way to go. Eventually everyone found their way to the motel but that’s the kind of problem you can have when the leader doesn’t know the route exactly.

Generally, however, everyone has GPS these days and as long as everyone knows the destination, they can get there. It’s just that sometimes you have to stop to pull out the phone and check the GPS.

Riding sweep is entirely different. Theoretically, each rider is responsible for making sure they do not lose sight of the rider behind them. If you do, you slow down until they show up and if they don’t show up you stop. If they still don’t show up, you go back. This ripples through the ranks up to the leader.

Unless the sweep is the one suffering problems, their general responsibility is to stop and assist anyone ahead who has problems. If the sweep has problems then the first rider in front of them should notice and come back.

That’s where it can get sticky. At least in the group I ride with, not everyone is paying all that much attention. They should, but the truth is, some do not. I like to ride sweep mainly because that way I don’t have anyone behind me crowding me or target fixating on my rear. We do have at least one person who will do that.

But I have been the one who has had problems, or the one who has stopped for another reason, and had the guys in front of me just keep on riding. When I finally have rejoined the group it’s generally, “Where were you?” to which I reply “Well, where in the heck were YOU?!”

It can be a fine line, though, between going your own speed and dropping way back and dropping back so far that the folks ahead of you start slowing down wondering about you. This is something about which Friggs has aggravated the rest of us at times. For instance, on this year’s OFMC trip, I was riding sweep but Friggs was going so slow for so long, with the others nowhere to be seen ahead, that I finally just blasted past him. He’s on his own! I have no feelings of guilt over passing him and leaving him behind.

Talking with the other guys later, they agreed that they had had the same annoyance with him at times and done the same thing. Dude, it’s fine to ride your own ride but you really need to at least maintain a minimum of contact with the group. If you’re not going to, say so in advance and we’ll see you when you get there.

Biker Quote for Today

Keep calm and take a back road.

At the top of Emory Pass, successfully past the chipseal, moments before Friggs (right) crashed his bike.

We all know that anywhere that you have winter, summer is the season for road work. This can mean delays but more importantly, on a motorcycle, it can mean riding through rough conditions that your street bike does not necessarily take well to. One of those conditions is chipseal.

What we’re talking about here is where the basic road surface is in decent shape but there may be cracks, which, left on their own, will cause the road to deteriorate at an accelerating pace. The answer in this case is to coat the road surface with oil or some more sophisticated semi-liquid, sticky substance. Then sand and/or gravel is spread over the stickum and it is left for the weight of vehicles to bear down on the loose stuff and make it adhere to the surface. After a while, when it is deemed that the maximum amount of gravel has adhered, the remaining loose stuff is swept up. Presto, you have an essentially new road surface at minimal expense.

The problem for motorcycles, of course, is that all that loose gravel or sand makes riding very iffy. Plenty of motorcyclists totally avoid riding off the pavement but when you’re on a highway and run into chipseal you have little choice but to ride on the stuff you hate.

For three weeks this summer I was out on my Concours, first, and my V-Strom, second. Would it surprise you if I said we ran into a lot of chipseal? It was almost a daily thing, sort of like the chipseal du jour.

The first chipseal we ran into, on the trip Judy and I took up to British Columbia, came in Montana when we headed north out of Anaconda on U.S. Highway 10A headed to Philipsburg. Here we rode for 15 miles on some of the finest (as in smallest) aggregate I’ve ever encountered as chipseal. It was like plowing through sand, and it had just been laid down that day so it was deep in spots. My Concours hates gravel so it was not at all happy on sand. It’s probably a good thing I had a brand new tire on the back with deep tread. We got through.

Off With The OFMC
My next encounter with chipseal came after Judy and I had split off from the group and were blasting home. We were crossing central Wyoming and the road out of Riverton intersected U.S. 287 a little west of Jeffrey City. There was a chipseal in progress on 287 in both directions from the junction. We were going east.

With only one lane of traffic open on 287, we had to wait until east-bound traffic was allowed through and we then tucked in behind them. This was more of a gravel-sized chipseal, the kind I’m a lot more familiar with, so it was just a matter of staying far enough behind the car in front so that thrown stones were no concern. (I’ve been hit with those in the past.) To our surprise and delight, however, most of the work was to the west of the junction and after less than a mile we were out of the work zone. Big smiles.

The next chipseal showed up after Judy and I got home and I set out with the guys on the OFMC 2018 trip. We were headed north on I-25 out of Las Cruces and turned west on New Mexico 152 to reach Silver City. This took us up over Emory Pass, along the road New Mexicans call “the snake.” This was going to be fun.

Except that after we passed through Hillsboro we came to a chipseal operation in progress. We stopped to wait sitting on new chipseal that had been put down that morning. When we got the go-ahead we had already heard that we would be on this stuff all the way to the top of the pass. And no, it was not any fun at all. I was just glad I was now on my V-Strom, which is better equipped for this sort of thing. The other guys were not so lucky. Mark this road down as one we’ll need to head for again so the guys can have the fun we missed out on this time.

We did get to the top uneventfully, but immediately after, on the run down the other side, Friggs crashed, for no reason he can discern. Go figure. You ride the squirrelly stuff OK and then go down on the smooth pavement.

We ran into more chipseal the next day. Working our way north from Silver City to Gallup, we turned onto New Mexico 32 just east of Cruzville and soon ran into the work zone. They were working our way so what we encountered first was the freshest, i.e., the loosest. This was also the longest stretch of chipseal we encountered–about 30 miles.

Here at least it was not a twisty road. It was the extremely twisty road the day before that made that run so miserable; going straight is easier. In fact, with my V-Strom I felt pretty confident and was hitting almost highway speeds. The other guys lagged behind; they were not going to get up much speed.

You could tell the crews had been working this project for a good while. The further we got the better the packing down got, although we never reached a place where the road had been swept of the remaining loose stuff.

It was after this day that I told the guys that while mapping out this trip I had consulted chipseal.gov to find all the work zones and be sure to visit as many as we could. They agreed I had done my job well.

And that was it. No more chipseal the rest of the trip. Oh, shucks.

Biker Quote for Today

Those voices are telling me to go riding. If I don’t they won’t stop.

This group ride included two Slingshots as well as a Porsche in addition to the bikes.

When I’ve gone on motorcycle trips, that is just what they have been: motorcycle trips.

Until this summer when Judy and I went with a mixed group on a trip to British Columbia and elsewhere. On this trip, in addition to four motorcycles we had two Slingshots and one Porsche. This may have been the first of many.

First off, it wasn’t at all an issue. I’ve always figured it would be awkward with a car along because motorcycles can stop in a lot of places where a car could not. But that’s really not an issue if you recognize this is something that might happen at times but meanwhile everyone knows where we’re headed and can get there on their own.

Secondly, it can be incredibly convenient to have a car at times. Such as when Jungle’s Interceptor died in British Columbia. Because Terry was there with her Porsche it was easy to load Jungle and his bags into the car and drive on ahead to the nearest town with a motorcycle dealership. And then because we had another friend joining us for a few days–in a car–we were able to continue the trip while the bike sat awaiting repair. And finally, Willie was able to ride with Terry while Jungle rode her bike on the trip home.

I then went immediately from getting home from this trip to heading out on the OFMC 2018 trip, and on the fifth or sixth day of that trip Friggs crashed his bike. This spooked him because he had no idea why he crashed and he told us in a day or two that he had decided to give up riding.

However, this came at the point where we were joined by John, one of the original three OFMC members, who has given up riding for health reasons. John said he had considered coming along with us in his truck but didn’t think that sounded all that appealing, all by himself in the truck. If Friggs would like to join him in the truck, perhaps both of them will be back with us next year. And Friggs thought that sounded great.

So all of a sudden, motorcycle trips are no longer looking like just a bunch of guys on motorcycles. And I guess I’m OK with that. But I swear I’ll stay on two wheels to the very end.

Biker Quote for Today

A bad day just makes an evening ride feel that much better.