Passes & Canyons Blog

Yeah, I still have this old windshield on the bike, though it’s cracked from the one time I went down on it.

Thinking about my first days with a motorcycle made me think of other things. Like the D.U.M.P. As in Denver Used Motorcycle Parts.

This was an appropriately dumpy little place along Park Avenue West, at about Ogden or Emerson, where it was a parts and gear shop plus they had a small yard with old bikes being parted out. A lot like Steele’s today but much smaller.

I got all my early gear from the D.U.M.P. And I learned a lot.

For instance, I very quickly found that I did not like the blast of the wind at speed. I went to the D.U.M.P. and asked for a windshield. The guy showed me some and along the way I used the word “fairing” interchangeably. He asked me, did I want a windshield or a fairing? I didn’t understand the difference. I bought a windshield.

I already had a helmet, a half-helmet actually, from my days flying a hang-glider. But I wanted a face shield to block the wind. It had three snaps across the front so I looked for snap-on shields. The woman waiting on me at the D.U.M.P. showed me some simple, curved shields but I asked about this one that was like a half bubble. She told me scornfully that yeah, some people used those, but it was clear she did not think highly of them. I liked it and that’s the one I bought.

Later I bought a sissy bar and rack there.

I got my first leather jacket from the D.U.M.P. and my first gauntlet-style gloves and also a similar pair for winter lined with Thinsulate. And then my leather chaps. I was a regular customer at the D.U.M.P.

Of course the name of the place inevitably led to some amusing confusion. I remember a girlfriend asking me where I got something and when I told her I got it, in her hearing, “at the dump” she looked at me with a very weird expression.

And then one day I came by and they were closed. Gone. Now there’s probably some high-rise standing on that piece of land.

That’s something I’ve come to see as a constant: Motorcycle shops come and go. I try to keep my Colorado Motorcycle Dealers and Repair Shops page on the website up to date but at least once a year I go through and click on all the links and remove a bunch that are no longer in existence. Heck, the little shop on Federal where I bought my CB750 closed within a year or two of me buying that bike.

Fortunately, there always seems to be someone else willing to give it a shot. It’s probably not a bad idea if we all support our local motorcycle shops. That’s the only way they’ll be there when we need them.

Biker Quote for Today

Why motorcycles are better than women: Motorcycles last longer.

Things looked like this out there just a few days ago but most of the roads are clear now.

What is it with people just flagrantly violating traffic laws and everyday rules of the road? In the last week I have been witness to three such incidents.

On Friday last week I was coming south on Havana, right where it bends west and becomes Hampden. I was in my car but that’s not really relevant here. This guy in a car came zooming across three lanes of traffic and got in the turn lane and was passing everyone in sight. He came up to the signaled intersection at Dartmouth and just blasted on through, still in the turn lane. And then he was gone around the bend.

Yesterday I was on my V-Strom on that same stretch of road and some guy on a sportbike came along going fast. He came to the first intersection after you make the bend onto Hampden and stopped for the red light. He looked both ways and saw there was no one coming from either direction so he just blasted on through the red light. He came up to the next lighted intersection and did the exact same thing.

And today I was out on the CB750, taking it for its first ride of the month. I was headed west on Quincy and had just crossed over I-25 and was planning a right turn onto Happy Canyon Road. Approaching the intersection there was a guy in a car behind me super, super close–not something anyone appreciates. I made the turn and so did he. Happy Canyon is a collector street so it’s bigger than a residential street but not as big as Havana or Hampden. It does have a turn lane in the middle. You guessed it. This guy just blasted on past me, and the person in front of me, using the turn lane. Dude, really? We were already going the speed limit. But I guess the laws don’t apply to these people.

So it’s a new month–February–and I had to get out on each of my three bikes. As I frequently do, I rode up to Cherry Creek to the Vineyard wine shop. Parking is terrible in Cherry Creek but the Vineyard has a small parking lot behind the store. You enter on the alley.

Well, at the north end of the alley the buildings provide enough shade that it was still all iced in. There was no way to get in without crossing the ice. I’m not crazy about doing that but I goosed the throttle a little for momentum and then rolled off and coasted across. No problem, but not something I want to make a regular habit of doing.

Biker Quote for Today

You might be a Yuppie biker if you leave your garage door open just so people can see your bike.

Accommodations on one of the early OFMC trips.

The story continues as I continue to key in my journal. With a lot of really bad stuff going on in my life my motorcycle was the one thing that brought me pure, unadulterated joy. I was already becoming very attuned to just how great motorcycles are. From January 21, 1989: “Today is supposed to be the world’s most gorgeous day so I’ll be out on my bike.”

Then, in my journal entry for March 20, I remarked, “The motorcycle continues to be one of the few things I have to live for.” That tells you a lot about my state of mind at that time.

Bill was in a bad place at this point, too. His wife had thrown him out and he considered moving in with me. On April 11 I wrote, “Bill said he won’t be moving in. He should be getting his motorcycle Saturday. The weather better be nice because we’re going to want to ride.” Unlike the old, used bikes John and I bought, Bill got a brand new Honda Shadow.

Before I started riding motorcycles I flew hang-gliders. Between the two I chose the bikes. April 26: “Thought I’d sell my glider but the guy found another. Too bad. I need the money to cover the $250 my motorcycle is going to cost for a tune up and a tire.”

In May I told my parents about using money I borrowed from them to buy a bike: “I told them about the motorcycle. Mom was not happy. Dad was cool.”

Our first trip anywhere was over to visit a friend. June 7: “John & Bill & I are taking the bikes over to Fruita this weekend, weather permitting.”

July 12: “John & Bill & I had a wonderful three days on the bikes. Spent one night in Steamboat and the next at Rifle Falls up Rifle Gap. Very nice place. Loved being on the bikes.” This was the first of the annual OFMC trips, which are now in their 34th year.

Then this on July 21: “Our love affairs with our motorcycles continue to grow. Bill & John & I took a three-day trip through northwestern Colorado a couple weeks ago and we were in heaven. There are times when, cruising down the highway, I laugh out loud and throw my head back and scream ‘I love my motorcycle!'”

There were other things to be learned about riding a motorcycle. On August 20 I wrote, “One reason I have time today is that I have a flat on the bike.”

And of course I had to make the bike mine. September 4: “Put a case protector on my bike. Now I need to attach the highway pegs. Learned a bit of motorcycle mechanics in the process.”

Yeah, I’ve done a lot of work on my bikes over the years but mainly I let the pros handle it. I just do little stuff.

So by now I figured I was a real motorcyclist. A status sadly postponed by more than 20 years. But I was only getting started. Will I pass along more from the journal? Depends on what I find that I had to say, and when I get to those parts. Keying this journal in is a multi-year project.

Biker Quote for Today

We know you’re a poser if you take your bike into the shop for oil changes.

I still have that bike, and I still have that jacket. I don’t still have all that hair.

I’m a writer, always have been, and so it should be no surprise that I have kept a journal most of my life. Of course, for the greater part of that time it was all on paper. Paper is nice, it’s durable and all that, but it’s a real pain to search through if you want to find something in particular but don’t know the date.

In the last couple years I have been keying my journal in on the computer. This will make it more searchable and it also has taken me on a trip down memory lane. Recently I got to the point where I bought my first motorcycle, my 1980 Honda CB750 Custom. I figured I’d share a little of what I wrote about it back then.

The first mention is from June 22, 1988. My friend John had recently bought an old Yamaha Virago 750 and he would come pick me up and we’d go ride. At this time I noted, “I need to simultaneously finance a rollover of my 401(k) to my IRA, buy a motorcycle, and get a computer, although the computer will probably wait if I’m learning more on that at work.”

The next mention is July 16. “So how do I pay off the $3,000 I’m borrowing from Mom & Dad, how do I get a computer system, how do I get a motorcycle—how do I pay at all for any emergency like a new refrigerator or furnace or even some modest landscaping? I have got to find a better job.” Jumping ahead here I’ll note that I bought the bike with money from the $3,000 I borrowed from my parents, which I considered sweet justice because of how my mother quashed my dreams of getting a bike at 15. “You’ll never own a motorcycle as long as you’re living in my house,” she said, and now I was using their money to get one.

Then on July 24 I wrote, “Went out with John on his cycle the other night. I’m definitely going to get a motorcycle, sooner rather than later. After I get my next paycheck I’ll have enough money.”

September 11 it still hasn’t happened. “John & I had a good time Friday night. We rode his motorcycle up to Richard’s and the three of us sat & drank coffee and smoked dope. We stayed pretty late & then had a real nice ride back.”

Then September 21. “I finally did it. On Saturday I bought a Honda 750 motorcycle. It leaves me broke but I don’t care. Today I went to get a learner’s permit and tomorrow I’ll pick it up. Boy do I need something fun and exciting in my life.”

September 26. “And on top of that, I picked up my motorcycle that day. I was ecstatic. I was way up in the clouds. . . . After getting my bike Thursday I rode it about eight miles very cautiously and came home to get warm. Dressing warmer Friday, John & I went riding about 30 miles. Then Saturday we went about 120 miles, through Lyons, up the St. Vrain to the Peak to Peak highway to Nederland and down into Boulder. I got a windshield and we put that on and tonight I took it out and the difference is tremendous—so much warmer and much more comfortable. I like this. I can’t wait to ride it over to drop in on Dave. But between bills and the bike I’m broke. I’ve got about $50. Talk about scraping by. But Friday is payday.”

October 25. “I bought another helmet and Lynne & I went out on the bike Sunday. She loved it.”

And then November 4. “Got my motorcycle driver’s license yesterday. Flunked the test Wednesday & passed yesterday.”

So my riding career was launched. More to follow.

Biker Quote for Today

It’s Valentine’s Day in a few weeks. I wonder what to buy for my motorcycle this year.

Screen shot of the ASM site.

People do crash; it happens. Then what do you do?

When someone is hurt or in danger, seconds can count. Do you suppose that if you’ve had some training in what to do that you could help minimize the harm? That’s what Accident Scene Management Training is all about.

A group called Road Guardians has put together a training course and locally Rider Justice is paying to reduce the cost to anyone wishing to get trained. The course is normally $99 but you pay only $40. The next session is February 26. I’ve signed up and will be attending.

It says on the website that “Accident Scene Management (ASM), was established in 1996, to reduce injuries and fatalities to motorcyclists through first response education. Since its humble beginnings, ASM has become the largest motorcycle trauma training organization in the world! We teach both bystanders and professional rescuers what to do when a motorcycle crash occurs to improve outcomes.”

Also:

This intense course will teach you:
• Safety Factors
• How to Secure a Crash Scene
• How & When to Move Someone
• Effectively Accessing the situation and Mechanisms of Injury
• Contacting and Assisting EMS Responders
• Common Injuries Associated with Motorcycle Trauma
• Helmet Removal & Jaw Thrust Rescue Breathing
• Assessment & Treatment Techniques
• Preservation of Evidence at a Crash Scene

The Rider Justice subsidy is only available for 14 people for this session. I have no idea how many spots are still open, but if you’re interested you ought to sign up right away. See you there, perhaps.

Biker Quote for Today

You know you’re a biker when you try to throw your leg over your car seat.

The Expo is a great place to see some cool bikes, and the people-watching is pretty good, too.

I just learned this so I’m guessing a lot of you had not heard either: this year’s Colorado Motorcycle Expo has been rescheduled for February 19 and 20. It had originally been set for this weekend.

I was in the midst of writing a post saying I would be skipping this year’s event when I went to their website to copy down the URL and only then discovered the postponement. Here’s what they say about this change:

Even though the dates have changed, The Expo is on!!

The 2022 Colorado Motorcycle Expo will be held February 19th and 20th.

The Colorado Department of Public Health has granted us a variance pre-approval to Public Health Order 20-38 should the order be extended. This means vaccinations will NOT be required for our event.

We can hardly wait to you see everyone there!!!

I had been wondering about this, thinking it was highly unlikely that, despite any “mandate,” this biker crowd would comply with a mask requirement. And now it seems no requirement for vaccinations, either.

This is all exactly why I was planning to skip it this year. Judy and I are fully vaccinated but for three days each week we keep our three-year-old grandson Jack, and at that age he is obviously not vaccinated. Now, they say kids that young are highly unlikely to get seriously ill from Covid but on rare occasions they do. Judy is super cautious about this, not wanting to be in any way responsible if he should get sick.

All that considered, it seemed to me that the Expo was shaping up to be a possible super-spreader event, much in the way the Sturgis rally was last year. I like going to the Expo but keeping my grandson safe, not to mention keeping my wife happy, takes a higher priority.

But who knows. Omicron seems to be fading rapidly and maybe the difference of a few weeks will be significant. But right now I’m not counting on it.

Biker Quote for Today

All grampas are created equal, but only the coolest ride motorcycles.