Passes & Canyons Blog

If I have one motorcycle that has plenty of storage space it is the V-Strom, especially now. I just put on a tank bag.

The V-Strom already has a pair of really large Givi side bags. These things are so big that when I travel one-up I don’t even need to worry about packing, I just throw stuff in and never get them more than half full.

Nevertheless, awhile ago I added a top case on the back. What that enables me to do is leave the side bags off most of the time while still giving me cargo room. I mean, who needs to be riding around with those huge, empty side bags all the time?

Now the tank bag takes that a step further, adding a lot of convenience in storing smaller items such as a camera or gloves or such.

I had no idea how this tank bag was supposed to attach and I don’t recall that there were instructions, which now strikes me as somewhat odd. But it is made by Wolfman, and I knew that Ron Coleman, who rents V-Stroms and equips most of his bikes with Wolfman bags would be able to help me out. So I headed up to Boulder for assistance. I mean, heck, what more excuse do you need for a ride on what proved to be a beautiful spring day?

It turned out to be super simple. If I had known what to do I could have done it myself easily. One of the things that confused me was that the bag came with four identical straps, but for some reason I’m sure makes sense to Wolfman, they were laced together in the package. I looked at that funny thing and had no idea how you would put that to use. Answer: you separate the pieces and hook each one up separately. Doh!

So all it took was to loop each strap around a bar at each end of the gas tank, slip on the snaps, and presto–tank bag mounted. Heck, I thought we were going to need to raise the tank so as to feed the straps under it. This was so much easier than I expected.

Not that I headed home right away. It seems Ron and Jacque recently took a three-week trip to Vietnam where they rented motorcycles and hired guides and did some serious touring of that country. And of course Ron had all sorts of stories to tell and photos to show me.

Anyway, thanks for the help, Ron.

Biker Quote for Today

Go soothingly on the grease mud as there lurks the Skid Demon.

If I remember correctly, the first time I dropped a motorcycle it wasn’t actually even me doing the dropping. I was still learning how to park a bike properly and this was a lesson. I rode over on my Honda CB750 Custom to where John was watching his son’s soccer game and I just parked in the lot. When I came back it was laying on its side. Wind, I guess? Beats me, I never really knew. But it bent the brake lever and when we tried to bend it back the thing snapped.

There was another time when I didn’t do the dropping, either. I parked my Kawasaki Concours in the only place I could find and I was nervous about the angle. The Connie stands up pretty straight even on level ground and this was not level. I came back and found it on its side. I hate that. Now in a situation like that I would use the center stand.

But what about when YOU actually drop the bike? It usually seems to happen in a parking lot. You’re padding along on the bike to park it and you let it get away from you. Who hasn’t done that? I don’t see any hands raised.

I’m sure I did it at least a couple times in the early days and it was just like I said, in a parking lot. Really glad to have the guys there to help me get it back up.

Then when the Concours was new I had the most unnerving drop I’ve ever had. The Connie is tall and I was still learning to be comfortable on a bike that high. Judy and I had ridden out to Eldorado Springs to hike a bit in the park there. The parking lot was gravel so when we were leaving I told her to wait until I got it turned around–I was not at all confident on this bike in this situation.

So I fired it up and started to try to ride a tight 180 . . . and failed miserably. Down went the bike. Fortunately several guys rushed over to help me get it back up but I was really shaken. My low confidence was down to zero. But we had to get home so with my heart pounding and butterflies in my stomach I got back on and told Judy to get on. And I was never so glad to get home.

And there are other stories, such as the time last year when the OFMC came into Ruidoso and at a sharply angled intersection on a downhill slope I was turning my head far to the left to look for traffic and just put the Suzuki V-Strom down. Or the time I was parking the Kawi at work at the National Park Service and just totally failed as I tried to rock it up onto its center stand (that photo above).

What can you say? Stuff happens, and usually when it does you feel more than a little bit stupid. But we all do it. I’ve helped the other guys pick up their bikes more than once. Heck, Bill and I helped John pick his Shadow up twice in one day. I’m just glad the only time I’ve ever gone down on the bike while in motion we were only going about 5 miles per hour. And that was the fault of that dang dog. And yeah, it took a little courage to get back on the bike after that one, too. But again, we were way out there and had to get home. You’ve just gotta do it.

Biker Quote for Today

There are worse ways to die than on a motorcycle. All the better ways are boring.

I was in surgery prep (nothing life-threatening) when I got the text from Bill that he and Dennis were going to ride up to Black Hawk for lunch in two days. At first I figured I’d have to miss the ride but then I figured what the heck, I’d go along but I’d have to be in my car. I’ve written before about cars and motorcycles traveling together and now it was my turn to be behind the wheel.

So we met at the Starbucks out by Bill’s, our usual gathering spot these days, and headed on up. I took the third spot figuring that would provide them with the extra protection from the crazies in cars who might want to drive right on their butts. The whole way up the hill I was very conscious of driving the way I would want someone to drive who was behind me on my bike. I kept a good distance and made sure to brake early, knowing their brakes were much better than mine.

All in all it was uneventful. Which in cases like this is always good.

But before we took off we had a bit of a diversion. Pulling into the Starbucks parking lot I spied that odd vehicle you see in the photo there. I parked, said hi to Bill–Dennis wasn’t there yet–and said let’s walk on over and look at this machine.

It turned out the guy driving it (Grant was his name) was in it and he got out and was happy to show it off and tell us all about it. Made by a company called Electra Meccanica, the model is the Solo, which by no surprise seats one person. It is a three-wheeler like the Can-Am Spyder and the Polaris Slingshot. It has two wheels in front and one big, car-type wheel in back.

The difference here is that the Solo is enclosed, like a car. And it is electric-powered. Grant said the Solo he was in gets about 100 miles on a charge but the newer models that are to be released soon will get up to 150 miles on a charge.

Anyway, I’m not going to go into this in depth here. I told Grant I have this website and blog and that I’d like to do a blog post about the vehicle. He said sure, you bet, would you like to get together sometime and discuss it extensively and take it for a spin at that time? I think you can guess I said yes indeed, I would like that very much.

So I’m not going into it much here because I intend to go into it much more fully later. This is just a heads-up. Stay tuned.

Biker Quote for Today

The difference between racing and track days, is shooting bullets versus throwing them.

There are apparently millions of people who think they can safely drive while texting or doing so many other things that take their eyes off the road and their attention off the incredibly important activity of actually driving their car. Those people are idiots.

I never use my phone when I’m driving and I am an extremely careful, defensive driver. And rider.

And yet, despite all my care, I sometimes find myself in potentially dangerous situations. Safety is hard!

If I thought about it I’m sure I could come up with any number of dangerous times I’ve had on the bike, but I don’t have to think too hard to come up with the one that happened on Sunday.

I had been on a portion of the Old Bike Ride 17 and was headed home. I came into town on 6th Avenue and turned south on I-25. I quickly merged one lane to the left and wanted to move one lane further to the left. I turned my head to get a clear view of traffic, saw that it was clear and signaled and accelerated, all in the space of a couple seconds, and turned my view back to the front only to find the traffic in front of me had slowed down and I was already uncomfortably close to the rear end of the car in front of me. I was already moving left so I just accelerated that move and didn’t have to brake or even roll off the throttle and all ended well.

But that’s how it works. You have to pay attention ALL THE TIME. Conditions change in an instant. If you think nothing can go wrong in the three seconds you spend looking at your phone . . . you’re an idiot!

Biker Quote for Today

I have to get a license to drive a motorcycle to protect myself and the people around me. I am adamant there should be some sort of licensing required to have children. — Tim Allen

I got a different perspective on the concept of “ride your own ride” on the Old Bike Ride Sunday. Normally that idea is that you should ride in the manner you are comfortable and not try to keep up with someone going faster, especially if you are not comfortable with that speed.

Here’s a different take: Start off on the ride whenever you feel like it; you don’t need to start with the group. Then, do whatever section or sections of the ride you wish and blow off the others. This went on a lot on this ride.

It was a smaller group than I expected at the starting point in Golden. I’d guess there were about 35 people hanging around. Getting started, one person would take off, then maybe a group of three, then a few minutes later another single, another single, a group of two . . . OK, everyone knows where we’re going–just get there at your own pace. The first leg was up Lookout Mountain. Slow going with a lot of bicycles intermixed with the motorcycles and the cars.

Then we got to the first stop, up at Buffalo Bill’s grave site, and there were only about 20 people. Apparently a fair number of people just come to say hello and look at the bikes, but have no intention of actually doing the ride.

We took off from there but soon there was no group at all, just a bunch of bikes moving at different speeds and few in view either behind or in front of you. This leg was over to I-70, a short hop to Evergreen Parkway, and then a right onto CO 103 over Squaw Pass, past Echo Lake. We pulled in at the next stop, Echo Lake Lodge, with people straggling in over 10 or 15 minutes, even though we had all left the last stop at roughly the same time.

Then, just a few minutes after I got there, about half the group headed out again. The remainder had no intention of going anywhere for at least another 15 minutes.

We continued on CO 103 down to Idaho Springs, hopped on I-70 a few miles to U.S. 6 going down Clear Creek Canyon. The group was heading on up to Nederland for lunch but I had no inclination to go to Nederland so I went down the canyon, back to Golden and on home. So I joined in the ethic of riding my own ride.

But it was a really nice day to be out riding. This was my first ride into the hills of 2019 and boy, was I glad I wore my electric vest and my winter gloves. Going over Squaw Pass was cold! And the ground was still almost completely covered with snow, although the road itself was clear and dry, with not even the expected sand you usually see at the end of winter.

And finally, on my third try, I took part in the Old Bike Ride 17.

Biker Quote for Today

An old motorcycle is like an onion, the more layers you peel back the more your eyes water.

Every time we ride we know there is at least the possibility that things will turn ugly. On the vast majority of days it doesn’t happen, but then there is that one day.

It happened with the OFMC last year down in New Mexico, when Friggs, for no reason he understands, crashed on a perfectly smooth, clear road.

We had just gotten past a rough, torn up for chip sealing stretch of road, and stopped at the top of Emory Pass. Moving on again, the road was practically new and you could not have asked for better.

I was in the lead, with Bill behind me. Friggs was at the very rear, in back of Dennis. As I cruised along I noticed I had not seen Bill for too long so I slowed down. Bill caught up with me but had his turn signal on, so I pulled over at the first opportunity. Bill had not seen the guys behind him in too long a time.

A lot of things go through your head in a situation like this. First off you assume everything is all right and there’s a good explanation. Someone had to stop to pick up something they dropped. Someone realized they had not sealed one of their bags. There are any number of things that could cause a delay.

But you also worry it might be worse. What if someone went down? What if they went down and are seriously injured? How would you even deal with that? I don’t think any of us have First Aid training and where we were it was unlikely that there would be cell service. Would you be watching your buddy bleed to death waiting for an ambulance to finally arrive?

These are not pleasant thoughts to entertain so we focused on the more benign likelihoods. Still, after waiting about five minutes for the others to catch up, and not seeing anyone, we headed back.

Bill and I talked later and confirmed we had both been thinking the same thing, that we would come around a bend to see a disaster strewn out in front of us, with someone badly hurt. Each twist in the road offered that possibility afresh. We were figuratively crossing our fingers and hoping not to have something really ugly burned into our memories.

It was with great relief that we saw Brett and Dennis going the other way and they gave us the OK sign. But where was Friggs? Bill and I kept on until Friggs also went by and then, with relief, we turned around and caught up with them all at the same place Bill and I had pulled over. Friggs had gone down and was miraculously uninjured. His clothes were ripped and torn, his helmet scraped horribly, and there was damage to the bike but Friggs was somehow OK.

Wow. Such a good outcome when it could have been so bad. His angels were definitely watching over him that day.

So anyway, this has got me thinking, and I’ve decided two things. First, before this summer’s trip I’m going to take a First Aid/CPR class. And then, next chance I get, I’m going to take an Accident Scene Management class as well. The unfortunate thing is that these are not offered frequently and I just missed one because we were in Europe. That’s why I say “next chance I get.”

I’ll let you know how these go. Maybe you might consider getting some training, too. Couldn’t hurt and you never know when it might help–a lot!

Biker Quote for Today

If I hadn’t laid ‘er down , I would have wrecked.