Passes & Canyons Blog

Riding Cottonwood Pass.

The Denver Post, as the media tend to do, had an article the other day that focused on a real issue but made its central thesis something that is very secondary. Specifically, in an article “Deadly crashes hit all-time high in 2022,” they wrote about exactly what the headline implies. And good for them on that.

But, no surprise to us, after stating the facts of the matter the article veered off into how many of those who died were wearing helmets and why wearing a helmet is so important. I don’t dispute that helmets make a difference. But it was not until the very last paragraph in the article that they said, rather blandly, “Other drivers also need to use caution around motorcycles, particularly around
intersections where passenger vehicles often fail to see oncoming motorcycles.”

Oh really? Maybe that should have been the second paragraph in the piece. Yes there were way too many deaths in Colorado last year and I’m willing to bet that most of them were not the fault of the rider who died. Who among us has not narrowly avoided a similar fate more than once?

So I did what I do, I wrote a letter to the editor. I have a pretty good track record on getting my letters published, but at this moment I haven’t heard back from the Post on it so who knows if this one will be. Here’s what I said.

In regard to your article, “Deadly crashes hit all-time high in 2022,” on May 18, as a motorcyclist I support wearing helmets but I object to your focus on helmets related to fatalities. It’s OK to mention that “Of the 2022 fatalities, more than half of the motorcyclists were not wearing helmets, and nationwide, DOT-compliant helmet use decreased by 4% from 2020 to 2021.” But to then go on another two paragraphs about why helmets are good, then do a couple paragraphs about why rider training is good, and then finally, in the last paragraph in the article, point out that other drivers need to be cautious of motorcycles is seriously disingenuous.

If you look at the statistics on motorcycle fatalities you will see that an extremely high percentage of them are caused by other motorists violating the rider’s right-of-way. That is to say, the motorist caused the crash. How about putting that front and center?

And finally, something under half of those killed were wearing helmets. Safer crashes are not the answer; fewer crashes are the very safest thing. Don’t drink and drive–or ride–and put down your phone. That will save lives.

I know I’m preaching to the choir here but maybe somebody, if the letter gets published, will stop and think one time and it just might make a difference.

Biker Quote for Today

100 reasons not to date a biker: 13. The neighbors will come over to complain.

Now there’s something we hadn’t seen in days: blue sky and sunshine.

In Colorado we simply don’t have five days in a row of area-wide rain. Sure, it rains in different spots every day in the summer, while just a couple miles away the sun is shining. But never over the whole region for five days in a row.

So I was getting a little antsy to go ride because we had just had . . . here it comes . . . five days of area-wide rain in a row. It was killing me. On Monday the guys got together for breakfast and both Dennis and I mentioned that we had intended to ride there but the rain said no. Dennis is a snowbird, just back from Georgia a few days ago, and it had rained the whole time since he had been back. What’s with this?

Finally, in the late afternoon, I looked at the sky and it didn’t look good. But it didn’t look all that bad right at that moment. Yeah it’s going to rain again, but maybe not for an hour or two. I’m going riding. And to heck with getting wet, I’ll take my rain gear and if it rains I’ll gear up. I’m going riding!!

Well, my timing was perfect. I had only gone about two miles and suddenly there it was, something I hadn’t seen in days–blue skies and the sun! Holy smokes!

I didn’t have anywhere in particular to go so I just headed south. I turned east when I hit Lincoln Avenue and continued east across I-25 toward Parker. I had been on Lincoln Avenue in the area behind me plenty recently but it had been a long time since I had been on this part of the road.

And whoops, they did it again. I was cruising along and all of a sudden there’s this huge housing development on the south side of the road that just wasn’t there the last time I came along here. It looked like at least 300 large homes. And they were all made out of ticky-tacky and they all looked just the same.

I headed on but a little shy of downtown Parker I turned north on Jordan Road. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t even five years ago that Jordan Road was two lanes but now it’s four and there was a whole lot of new development along it that I had never seen before. This stuff is just crazy.

I worked my way on back home and by the time I got there it was getting seriously cloudy again. As I said, perfect timing.

Biker Quote for Today

You might be a Yuppie biker if your tattoos wash off.

We still use paper maps but back then that was the only option.

The OFMC did really well in terms of avoiding mechanical issues on the road for a very long time. We only sort of, semi avoided it, however, on our seventh trip, in 1995. Bill had his problem before we left.

John and I were at John’s waiting for Bill to get there when the phone rang. It was Bill, with a dead bike a few miles away. We rode down there and found him in a shopping center parking lot. Thinking that maybe if we could get it running all would be fine (fat chance!) we pushed and pushed and pushed him till we were about to keep over. But miraculously, at some point, we did get it started. At this point Bill figured it would not be wise to head out of town so he went straight to his dealer’s place while we waited at John’s.

Maybe an hour later Bill called to tell us the issue was his stator, which had died, and the dealer did not have one in stock and at best it would be a couple days to get one in. We hated to leave without him but we all clearly understood that if someone couldn’t ride the others were not going to let that ruin their trip. John and I left, headed north.

We got as far as Wheatland, Wyoming, that evening and checked into a scuzz-bag motel. Got a quick fast-food dinner and headed to the nearest bar for a few beers. Along with the live band for entertainment that evening we got a pick-up offer from a local woman whose lack of beauty was matched by her obesity and drunkenness. “You guys want to come home with me?” No. Really, really no. Thanks for the invitation.

The next day we headed on to Deadwood, South Dakota. A gambling stop is always a mandatory part of our itinerary. Of course we lost money; Bill is usually the only one who wins. In the morning, before we started out, John called his wife Cheryl to see if she had heard anything from Bill. This was before cell phones.

Yes Bill had called. No, he had not gotten his bike fixed but he bought a trickle-charger and figured if he removed the fuse for his lights and rode only in the day-time he could keep the bike running, and then charge it overnight. He also had a long extension cord. He would meet us that evening in Thermopolis, Wyoming.

Great! Bill’s gonna make it!

Of course this was before we started planning everything out beforehand, so there was no plan as to where to meet Bill in Thermopolis. So we got a motel on the mail drag and parked our bikes right out front by the curb to make them totally visible. And what do you know, about 20 minutes later here came Bill. He immediately plugged in the charger.

From Thermopolis we rode on first to Pinedale, then Bozeman, Montana, and then to Salmon, Idaho. The night in Bozeman was the Fourth of July so we had a great spot from our motel on a hill to watch the fireworks. Did you know that Bozeman is so far north that they don’t even start the fireworks show until about 10:30 p.m.? And it’s not really dark yet then.

On the way to Salmon we stopped in a couple little ghost towns, Virginia City and Wisdom, where a bartender looked very disapprovingly at my bandana. He told me I had it tied all wrong, and then proceeded to show me how to do it right. I couldn’t follow his instructions so to this day I don’t know how to tie my bandana “right” but that’s OK, I don’t ride without a helmet anymore anyway.

Each of these nights Bill dutifully plugged his bike in to charge and each day it ran OK. Just hoping we don’t have any surprises.

The next night in Kemmerer, Wyoming, we learned another good lesson: some motels have rooms with more than two beds. With three of us we had always taken turns being the one who slept on the floor. This was back when we used to always carry tents and sleeping bags so that was an option, and that’s what we did. We sure didn’t have the money to pay for a second room. Well, this place in Kemmerer had four beds so from that time on we always asked.

The next day, our final night out, we planned to stop in Saratoga but our usual place, the Sand and Sage, had no rooms. They suggested we ride on to Encampment or Riverside, just down the road. We did and got a little cabin that had beds for us all and it was just sweet. About as rustic as you can get but that suited us just fine. We liked it so much we came back in later years.

And Bill never had a problem. Let’s hear it for ingenuity.

Biker Quote for Today

Why motorcycles are better than women: If your Motorcycle goes flat, you can fix it.

A bit of police and biker interaction in Laughlin, Nevada.

If it has never happened to you, you are an extreme rarity. By “it” I mean getting stopped by the cops. And when you do get stopped by the cops there are certain things you really should or should not do.

There is a Midwestern law firm called Hupy and Abraham that has put out an article called “10 Rules for Dealing with Police,” which is worth reading. None of this is mind-blowing; it’s really just common sense. But we know how little common sense some people exhibit sometimes. It won’t hurt to run through the list quickly just to refresh your memory about these sorts of things. I won’t just copy and paste it here because I’m not sure about copyright issues, but I’ll give the list and a few comments of my own.

Remain Calm and Cool — This is self-explanatory. We’ve seen all to often of late what can happen if you try to run or you get aggressive toward a police officer. Remember, they have guns. Just cooperate with them.

Never Touch an Officer — Again, totally self-explanatory. Don’t be stupid.

Do Not Give Up Your Rights — If you agree to a search of yourself or your vehicle you won’t have much of a leg to stand on if things go some way you did not expect. Be polite but firmly decline a search. If you choose not to speak or answer questions without a lawyer present, tell them that and then keep quiet.

Ask if You’re Being Detained or Are Free to Go — You have a right to know what’s happening. Ask politely.

Refuse Most Searches — Insist that they have a warrant. They can still pat you down for weapons, and do not resist this.

Do Not Confess to Wrongdoing — You have a Fifth Amendment right against self-incrimination.

Keep Silent, Do Not Lie — If you wish to remain silent until a lawyer is present, state that clearly. Then keep quiet. And certainly don’t talk and lie–you would really be asking for it then.

Ask for a Lawyer — If you want a lawyer say so immediately. If you are permitted a phone call and you call a lawyer the officers are prohibited from listening to your conversation.

Demand a Warrant for Entry into Your Home — Again, self-explanatory.

Report Misconduct Later and Do Not Argue — Do not resist. This is not the time to argue. Make mental notes of what you feel is wrong and write those down as soon as possible afterward. Then file a formal complaint.

OK, clearly, these are not all “stopped going down the road” sorts of tips. These are tips for any time you deal with the police. Again, I have paraphrased and abbreviated. If you want to read the whole thing visit the website.

The number one key thing here, in my opinion is, Don’t Be Stupid. Being totally in the right means nothing if you’re dead.

Biker Quote for Today

You know you’re a biker when you have more pictures of your bike than your kids and grand kids.

Having a beer beside the road, but in this case it was when we knew we were stopping for more than an hour, and we only had one.

Years ago, in the early days of the OFMC, we were young and dumb in a lot of ways. We seldom wore helmets and in the beginning we had almost zero actual gear. We also would stop at bars and have a few beers and it was de rigueur for us to stop a couple times every day to smoke some pot. You know, we were immortal and when you’re immortal you do these things.

So one day as we were heading across southern Idaho we stopped at Craters of the Moon National Monument and took a hike down into some lava tubes. We went way back in deep and turned off our flashlights to see if we could see anything at all in the total darkness. Give your eyes a few minutes to adjust, then see if you can see your hand in front of your face. No. Not at all. It really is that dark.

Having settled that, John pulled out his pipe and lit up. Just as there is no light down there, there is very little air movement, so I’ve always assumed that when the next visitors came down that tube, long after we were gone, they would smell what we had been up to. Hey, we’re just young guys having fun.

We got back to our bikes with a good buzz on and you might have thought that would have been sufficient but when we got to Arco shortly after there was a bar in the middle of town that was calling our names. We stopped.

It was a typical small-town bar, with a handful of locals enjoying a beer on a hot afternoon. We sat at the bar, returned the greetings from the locals, and ordered beers. Somewhere along the way I noticed this thing hanging from the ceiling. This was one of those bars that has a lot of old implements and stuff to add decor and this thing looked like a pair or big ice tongs except that the ends, rather than being pointed like ice tongs, were rounded. There was also a cord attached to this thing but I didn’t think much about that.

What is this, I wondered. It was just above me, within easy reach, so I reached for it and pulled on it. A bell attached to the other end of the cord rang out and the locals went silent. And they were all looking at me. Oops.

It turns out, as they were all too happy to explain to me, the rules in the bar were that anyone who rang that bell had to buy the house a round. (The object, by the way, was for leading a cow around by the nose. Cow nose tongs. Thus the rounded rather than pointed ends.)

Oh gosh, this is going to cost some money. And you have to understand this was back when I was a poor young guy and didn’t exactly have tons of money to throw around. Bill and John and I quickly conferenced and in the meantime the locals were saying that they would excuse us from the rule this time but we agreed that no, by golly, we would honor the tradition. So another round of beers went out, including to us. The locals thought we were a good bunch of guys.

Came time to head out and we did, with more than a little bit of a buzz. We were headed on to Idaho Falls and we were in a good mood. And it was fun to ride really fast. Inebriation will do that to you.

Fortunately all ended well and we just had a good story to tell. Would we dream of doing something like that today? Of course not! But we did it then, and we always enjoy telling the story. How boring would your life be if you didn’t ever have stories to tell. I know my life has not been boring.

Biker Quote for Today

100 reasons not to date a biker: 58. Beer is the base of our food pyramid.

Preparing to barge through a herd of cattle outside of Chama, New Mexico.

If anyone wants to accuse me of promoting the Rocky Mountain Motorcycle Riders Club that’s OK, because I am. I’ve really enjoyed all the rides I’ve been on with this group. With the OFMC we do one ride a year and then only occasional day rides. The RMMRC does a lot of day rides and several big rides every year. And we’d love to have more people joining in.

So here’s another good ride that was just posted for the RMMRC. This is listed on the site as New Mexico Tour 2023.

Leaving on Saturday, June 3, and returning on Thursday, June 8, the first night’s stop will be Montrose. Day two will be down through Colorado into New Mexico, to Gallup. We’ll be staying in Gallup at the historic old El Rancho hotel. This is a very cool place. It’s where all the Hollywood people used to stay when they were filming movies up in Monument Valley and all the rooms are named for the various stars who stayed there.

Day three will end up in Silver City, another very nice place. I’m not sure what hotel we’ll be at but there are a couple really nice old, refurbished places in town. I have no idea what route Bob plans on taking but getting to Silver City pretty much requires that you ride some of the nicest roads in New Mexico.

The next day will be heading back north, to Grants. There is no obvious route I see looking at the map so this is a question mark. It could be one of the less interesting rides of the trip. Or not. I just don’t know.

Then on to Red River. This is another nice town. Nice enough that they hold a motorcycle rally there every year. What more do you need to know?

On the last day it’s just a run toward home. There are several possible routes so hard to say.

Altogether, by a very rough estimate, it looks like about 1,500 miles in six days. That’s really low mileage for an RMMRC trip but very much of the sort I prefer. I’m pretty sure I’m going on this one. What about you?

Biker Quote for Today

The motorcycle is just as good company as most husbands and, when it gets old and shabby, a woman can dispose of it and get a new one without shocking the entire community.

A couple of the early Zero electric bikes. They’ve come a long way since then.

I received an interesting email recently from the Motorcycle Riders Foundation (MRF) about the shift to electric vehicles. It discussed the move by some states, most notably California, to set a point after which no new gas-driven vehicles will be allowed to be sold in the particular state.

In California, for example, Gov. Gavin Newsom issued an executive order that all new passenger vehicles be zero-emission by 2035. And apparently–I don’t know the mechanism involved here–a number of other states have their laws or regulations tied to California such that if California enacts something like that, it will go into effect in their state, too. That itself is something interesting and news to me.

As you can well imagine, a lot of people in a lot of states are not inclined to follow that lead.

I personally have no issue with having electric vehicles available. They reduce noise and they reduce air pollution. Who could possibly oppose those? Especially if you have solar panels on your roof feeding your electric motorcycle, all you really need is better batteries to enable you to go farther on a charge. And those better batteries are on their way.

But let’s take Harley as one example. Many Harley purists have for years voiced their preferences for sticking with the old tried and true of decades ago. Yes, Harley has steadily introduced high tech improvements, but the basic engine configuration and styling has met the demands of this group. What if, in 12 years, they had no choice but to buy an electric motorcycle? Screaming bloody murder is pretty much a guarantee.

Let me hasten to note that apparently this executive order does not as of yet speak to motorcycles; it’s just passenger cars and trucks. But don’t think that something addressing cars and trucks won’t eventually filter over to motorcycles. Meanwhile, according to this note from the MRF, “In Colorado, the Energy Office said, ‘While the governor shares the goal of rapidly moving towards electric vehicles, he is skeptical about requiring 100% of cars sold to be electric by a certain date as technology is rapidly changing.'”

The bottom line to all this, ultimately, is that at some point–perhaps not within our lifetimes–the simple act of riding a gas-powered motorcycle, or driving a gas car, will be restricted to hobbyists who have the time and money to source the very scarce fuel needed to run them. There will be charging stations available everywhere but gas stations will be a thing of the past.

Hey, the only constant is change. Just 125 years ago nobody ever heard of such a thing as a gas station. And 125 years from now probably most people will be grossed out at the idiocy of vehicles that spew toxic fumes to foul the air.

For now though, I have three gas-powered motorcycles and I intend to ride them as much as I can. It’s not that I don’t care about clean air, . . . I don’t know how to end that sentence. I do care about air pollution but I’m still going to ride my bikes. End of discussion.

Biker Quote for Today

You might be a Yuppie biker if you think any motorcycle is too loud.

At least on the Elephant Ride nobody guesses wrong about how warmly they need to dress.

How many times have you gone out on your motorcycle and discovered you had not dressed appropriately for the weather? More to the point, how many times have you found yourself thoroughly chilled because you had not anticipated how cold it would be?

If you’re like me you can’t begin to count how many times it has happened because it has happened so very often.

Of course, if you pack away extra layers you can easily stop and put on more if need be, but stopping is an annoyance and also not a great thing if you’re riding with other people. So I try to take a worst-case approach and over-dress just a bit. But sometimes even then I underestimate the cold.

The times I kick myself the most is when I have underestimated the cold and did not pack extra layers. Now I’m really sunk. And I have done that more than just a couple times.

With that kind of background, I inevitably end up over-dressing at times. Boy did I do that the other day.

I looked at the weather app on my phone and it said it was only 40 degrees outside. Yeah, OK, that calls for some very warm layers. Besides my usual t-shirt and flannel shirt I put on my electric vest and a sweatshirt under my leather jacket. That should do it.

I fired up the bike, my Concours, and only then realized that when I had replaced the battery a few days earlier I had left the dongle for the vest tucked under the seat. Now to plug the vest in I would have to stop the bike and pull the key to get the seat off. I didn’t want to do that so I figured OK, if I really get cold I will stop and do it then. But first I’ll just see. Besides, it really didn’t seem like only 40 degrees.

I took off and it was a terrific day to ride. Very comfortable; no need for electrics. I rode a bunch of roads I’ve been on numerous times but this time I put together the route a bit differently than I ever have before, which made it more interesting. And I noticed I was pretty darn warm. But I didn’t do anything about it.

When I go riding by myself it is common for me to just ride–no stopping. And as long as I was riding I was not overly hot, although I was definitely aware that the warmth was a bit much.

Then I got home and stopped and suddenly I was roasting. Did it really warm up that much in an hour? I pulled out my phone and checked the weather app and it was still saying 40 degrees. Really? I tapped it and then it updated. Now it said 68. OK.

One weakness in this app that I have noticed before is that it only updates whenever it darn well feels like it. I’m guessing if I had updated it before I took off it would have shown something closer to 50 or even higher. Just another lesson learned.

Biker Quote for Today

Nothing is harder to start than a used motorcycle being shown to a prospective buyer.