This one out of the hysterical archives of not being too bright.
The time frame of this story is during the Rolling Axe Murders Tour. It is one for the record books simply because it's absolutely stupid! And my ego is ready to admit that it's all me...me....me.......
And still dumb.
When I have the opportunity to ride long distances, I'll park many items in between the space of my windshield and handlebars. Usually it's a bottle or two of water crammed in the space so I don't have to stop every 6.2 miles for a drink.
I had pulled out of the group to ride to Four Corners for a picture for the Mountain Shadow Rider's Scavenger Hunt. I was bound and determined to get this photo since it was one that I think was absolutely neat. I remember pulling out at oh-dark-thirty to head out and was enjoying the solitude of a sole jaunt down the highway. The temps weren't overly warm and there was little traffic on the highway, so it was The Phantom of the Opera, the background of putt-putt-putt of Harley exhaust and beautiful scenery.
Sometime late morning I got hungry and decided to stop for breakfast. As a former full-time road warrior, my favorite spot to eat is at the grocery store. It's relatively inexpensive (versus a restaurant) and I can have all the fruits and veggies without paying restaurant prices. As I wander around, I spot the fruit of the season all stacked up and calling my name.....
Of course they are cherries.
Cherries are my all-time favorite and I've paid a king's ransom for them out of season. Fortunately, they are in season and and reasonable, so I snag a bag and decide that is breakfast and a riding snack. I also figure out that I can tie the grocery bag to my handlebars and eat them while out on the road.
This continues throughout the trip.
Cherries.....good......
I get home from the trip...six days of absolute fun...and manage to get all my gear off the bike. I discover the bag and find way over ripened fruit. Out in the trash it goes.
Somehow said cherries seem to be forgotten. I don't really think much about it, until three weeks later. One of my friends calls and wants to get out for a scoot and I happily oblige. As I run around like a mad woman getting dressed, my friend pulls in and decided to take a look at Mr. Chubbs.
She notices a puddle about six inches around beside my bike and wonders what I'm leaking. I walk into the garage and look and declare that I have no idea.
So a trip to the dealership is in order to fix this problem. I pull in and I explain that there is an unknown leak of unknown fluid and I need it fixed. The tech tells me he'll be out to look at it in a moment.
While I'm waiting, I'm going over what could possibly be wrong.....really, there aren't that many fluids on the front of the bike. The service writer comes out and asks me a few questions then does the thing that anyone should....he touches the fluid. He looks at me and says "but it's STICKY".
I immediately started laughing because I knew what it was. You know, when you leave any fruit in warm weather......so the culprit was the cherries I left on my handlebars for too long. And the owner/operator of one red Harley Davidson Fatboy gets the idiot award of the day. That would be me.
It still gets a pretty good chuckle and at on a good note, at least it wasn't an expensive repair. Hey, it was something a bike wash took care of.
I wish they were all like that!!!
Keep the Shiny Side Up
~The Rainbow Wahine
Grateful for the authentic journey of this lifetime. Appreciate all the experiences and people I have encountered. I am humbled by my family--they keep me real.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
To Helmet or Not To Helmet
Sigh, this is one of those things that seems to bring a humongo debate and raise a great deal of ire when someone comments. I am not going into the debate of whether someone should or should not wear a helmet or if it should or shouldn't be a law. This is just simply an observation on my part and well, my choice.
The past few months it seems that there has been quite a few motorcycle fatalaties here in the Colorado Springs area. Death is always tragic no matter how it occurs. One incident that stuck in my mind was a few weeks ago when a woman, riding her Harley, was killed on Interstate 25. She was not wearing her helmet. Honestly, had she been wearing a helmet, she would not have survived. It was my understanding that she was cut off in traffic and tried to avoid a collision. In doing so, she hit the guardrail and was more or less decapitated.
I think the saddest thing was the reaction from the readership from the on-line newspaper article. There were quite a few heartless comments left regarding this woman not wearing her helmet. Things like "she got what she deserved" and "I don't feel bad since she chose not to wear a helmet". With no information available to the readers about how she was killed. Harumph.
Again, death is tragic no matter how it happens, especially when it is unexpected. My heart goes out to the family for their loss.
As a rider, I am guilty of not wearing my headgear. Most times that I do decide to put it on, I normally wear my half-helmet--which doesn't really offer a great deal of protection to my face. Ask my friend Lucy in Florida--she can tell you about her crash that required reconstructive face surgery. I do have a full-faced helmet and wear it occasionally.
It is my choice--unless the law tells me otherwise. Of course, I say this from the side of never having a serious accident, and I hope that I or any other motorcyclist never has one.
My point is that when tragedy strikes, we should all be compassionate. Death is never easy and losing a wife, mother, husband, father, sister, brother or child is traumatic. My heart goes out to the family for their loss. I know that the rider, on that day, did not intend on this accident--but died doing something she loved--riding.
That's all I've got to say about that.
Keep the Shiny Side Up!
~The Rainbow Wahine
The past few months it seems that there has been quite a few motorcycle fatalaties here in the Colorado Springs area. Death is always tragic no matter how it occurs. One incident that stuck in my mind was a few weeks ago when a woman, riding her Harley, was killed on Interstate 25. She was not wearing her helmet. Honestly, had she been wearing a helmet, she would not have survived. It was my understanding that she was cut off in traffic and tried to avoid a collision. In doing so, she hit the guardrail and was more or less decapitated.
I think the saddest thing was the reaction from the readership from the on-line newspaper article. There were quite a few heartless comments left regarding this woman not wearing her helmet. Things like "she got what she deserved" and "I don't feel bad since she chose not to wear a helmet". With no information available to the readers about how she was killed. Harumph.
Again, death is tragic no matter how it happens, especially when it is unexpected. My heart goes out to the family for their loss.
As a rider, I am guilty of not wearing my headgear. Most times that I do decide to put it on, I normally wear my half-helmet--which doesn't really offer a great deal of protection to my face. Ask my friend Lucy in Florida--she can tell you about her crash that required reconstructive face surgery. I do have a full-faced helmet and wear it occasionally.
It is my choice--unless the law tells me otherwise. Of course, I say this from the side of never having a serious accident, and I hope that I or any other motorcyclist never has one.
My point is that when tragedy strikes, we should all be compassionate. Death is never easy and losing a wife, mother, husband, father, sister, brother or child is traumatic. My heart goes out to the family for their loss. I know that the rider, on that day, did not intend on this accident--but died doing something she loved--riding.
That's all I've got to say about that.
Keep the Shiny Side Up!
~The Rainbow Wahine
Friday, June 25, 2010
How to Crash...or So I Think!
Looking at my archive history, I had over 200 posts in my first year. 2010 has exactly six posts. I need to get crackin'. With less than 200 days left in the year, I doubt I'll get any where close to that number but we shall see.
As everyone knows, the best way to gain experience in riding is to ride. And practice. And ride. Slow skills. Picking up a dropped motorcycle. Practice practice practice. P.S....riding fast in a straight line is not practice. Unless you want to work on your braking skills.
Unfortunately, an important skill to have is also crashing. However, this is one area that is rather difficult to practice. At least I hope for the average bear.....
When I was growing up and lived life on 8 wheels (yeah, I skated on 'quads'), I got several lessons on crashing and learned how to fall down. It's saved my bacon a time or few. I also had the luck of having a terrific boyfriend at the time that believed in teaching reactionary skills so not only did I learn how to fall down on skates, I learned how to countersteer on ice (a feat accomplished in north Louisiana, no less) and how to handle skids, dirt, gravel, and other hazards in a car and on a motorcycle.
Interestingly enough, I've found that mountain biking has been a great contributor to my education of controlled riding and well, crashing. Riding trails that are quite technical will certainly take one though a OJT course of how to and how not to ride. I think it's pretty amazing to watch those mountain bikers that are leap years beyond my skill level and how they manage to get over rocks, rivers, skid, corner and everything else they do.
At this part, I'm far away from being 'expert' in mountain biking--as a matter of fact, I can state that every ride I've done has had my bicycle has had at least one crash resulting in something being bent. I've gotten good at getting off and watching my bike crash...which I'm not sure if a good thing, but hey, it's easier to repair (and less expensive) the bicycle than to repair Christine--especially if something gets "bent" so I let go of the bike and watch it crash without me. I don't know what I will do if it goes over a cliff. Buy another bicycle, I suppose.
Granted, translating the laws of physical science from a bicycle to a 700 pound motorcycle is different, however, the skidding is pretty much the same. Rather do it on a bike since the speeds are slower (although while it's all unfolding on the bicycle it does not appear to be so) than Mr. Chubbs.
I think I would get some odd looks riding Rampart Reservoir on the Harley. Not to mention the impossibility of getting it over some of the really technical parts. Although there is something to be said about twisting the throttle while climbing up a hill which is when I'm usually muttering under my breath for it to somehow magically appear.
It has never happened. However, I notice an improvement of reactions when I do get on the motorcycle, so I've learned something. Riding with control. Braking with control....and crashing with control. I hope I never have to test the last theory, but hopefully the muscle memory will stick with me if I ever need to call it home.
Keep the Shiny Side Up!
~The Rainbow Wahine
As everyone knows, the best way to gain experience in riding is to ride. And practice. And ride. Slow skills. Picking up a dropped motorcycle. Practice practice practice. P.S....riding fast in a straight line is not practice. Unless you want to work on your braking skills.
Unfortunately, an important skill to have is also crashing. However, this is one area that is rather difficult to practice. At least I hope for the average bear.....
When I was growing up and lived life on 8 wheels (yeah, I skated on 'quads'), I got several lessons on crashing and learned how to fall down. It's saved my bacon a time or few. I also had the luck of having a terrific boyfriend at the time that believed in teaching reactionary skills so not only did I learn how to fall down on skates, I learned how to countersteer on ice (a feat accomplished in north Louisiana, no less) and how to handle skids, dirt, gravel, and other hazards in a car and on a motorcycle.
Interestingly enough, I've found that mountain biking has been a great contributor to my education of controlled riding and well, crashing. Riding trails that are quite technical will certainly take one though a OJT course of how to and how not to ride. I think it's pretty amazing to watch those mountain bikers that are leap years beyond my skill level and how they manage to get over rocks, rivers, skid, corner and everything else they do.
At this part, I'm far away from being 'expert' in mountain biking--as a matter of fact, I can state that every ride I've done has had my bicycle has had at least one crash resulting in something being bent. I've gotten good at getting off and watching my bike crash...which I'm not sure if a good thing, but hey, it's easier to repair (and less expensive) the bicycle than to repair Christine--especially if something gets "bent" so I let go of the bike and watch it crash without me. I don't know what I will do if it goes over a cliff. Buy another bicycle, I suppose.
Granted, translating the laws of physical science from a bicycle to a 700 pound motorcycle is different, however, the skidding is pretty much the same. Rather do it on a bike since the speeds are slower (although while it's all unfolding on the bicycle it does not appear to be so) than Mr. Chubbs.
I think I would get some odd looks riding Rampart Reservoir on the Harley. Not to mention the impossibility of getting it over some of the really technical parts. Although there is something to be said about twisting the throttle while climbing up a hill which is when I'm usually muttering under my breath for it to somehow magically appear.
It has never happened. However, I notice an improvement of reactions when I do get on the motorcycle, so I've learned something. Riding with control. Braking with control....and crashing with control. I hope I never have to test the last theory, but hopefully the muscle memory will stick with me if I ever need to call it home.
Keep the Shiny Side Up!
~The Rainbow Wahine
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Who's Still Out In Blogosphere?
I blinked three times and three years have somehow passed. That's it--I'm keeping my eyes open!
Seriously, at one point I was involved with the huge online biker community and then made a left turn called life. I see my fellow compadres do a drive by and visit--and see them out doing their thing and writing about their passions.
Hmmmm...just a thought.
Seriously, at one point I was involved with the huge online biker community and then made a left turn called life. I see my fellow compadres do a drive by and visit--and see them out doing their thing and writing about their passions.
Hmmmm...just a thought.
How To Take A Bath on a Harley...
One afternoon a couple of weeks ago I'm riding around in a small group of two. Typical for Colorado weather--afternoon thundershowers to cool the day down. In my area of town, there was the 20 minutes torrential downpour resulting in flash flooding and big pools of standing water.
Note 'big pools of standing water'. On northbound Austin Bluffs, before Rangewood, the left lane typically gathers water. Lots of water. As I'm riding wing, I realize that the water is probably there and I should be proactive to 1). not ride in said pool of water since I need new tires, and 2). I do not want the water to be thrown at me resulting in the inevitable drenching that renders my vision absolutely useless. Check traffic for a clear lane--I signal and move over.
Unfortunately, the leader isn't paying much attention nor realizes that the hazard is ahead. No problem, I'm out of the way and I know that said leader is fully capable of handing said pool 'o water.
Or so I think.
Said Harley Davidson Road King hits water about 45 miles per hour. The arc of water it creates is of absolute beauty! The fearless leader said he glanced in his rearview mirror to see if I was okay, only to find that I was not there. No, I'm in the right hand side of the next lane watching a beautiful arc of water racing towards me.
There's not much I can do except do a distance check to make sure there is no one too close, take a deep breath and shut my mouth.
There was so much water that I was momentarily unable to see through my windshield. Needless to say, I was soaked through and through--and in places that normally do not get wet while riding in a rainstorm.
Well, next time I will just have to be in the very far right lane.
Either that or lead!
I think that bath earned me a dinner and a bike wash. Okay, fair enough.
Until the next time~
Keep the Shiny Side Up!
~The Rainbow Wahine
Note 'big pools of standing water'. On northbound Austin Bluffs, before Rangewood, the left lane typically gathers water. Lots of water. As I'm riding wing, I realize that the water is probably there and I should be proactive to 1). not ride in said pool of water since I need new tires, and 2). I do not want the water to be thrown at me resulting in the inevitable drenching that renders my vision absolutely useless. Check traffic for a clear lane--I signal and move over.
Unfortunately, the leader isn't paying much attention nor realizes that the hazard is ahead. No problem, I'm out of the way and I know that said leader is fully capable of handing said pool 'o water.
Or so I think.
Said Harley Davidson Road King hits water about 45 miles per hour. The arc of water it creates is of absolute beauty! The fearless leader said he glanced in his rearview mirror to see if I was okay, only to find that I was not there. No, I'm in the right hand side of the next lane watching a beautiful arc of water racing towards me.
There's not much I can do except do a distance check to make sure there is no one too close, take a deep breath and shut my mouth.
There was so much water that I was momentarily unable to see through my windshield. Needless to say, I was soaked through and through--and in places that normally do not get wet while riding in a rainstorm.
Well, next time I will just have to be in the very far right lane.
Either that or lead!
I think that bath earned me a dinner and a bike wash. Okay, fair enough.
Until the next time~
Keep the Shiny Side Up!
~The Rainbow Wahine
Monday, June 14, 2010
It's A Time Warp...Sneaking in a Ride
Its pretty amazing how quickly time flies. A few weekends ago found me at the 20th Annual United Run...the first ride I've done in a very long time. Glad to see a good many of my friends...and most were surprised to see me. Happy, but surprised. Sigh. Work, graduate school and just a whole boatload of other excuses :).
The ride was a mystery ride--only the stops are known. The order of the stops and the time are the categories. Each motorcyclist guesses at the route and then rides it. It is fun and of course, getting out for wind therapy is always great! I should do it more often!
I invited myself to ride along with a few wonderful friends and we had a great time. Well, except the fact that I do need new tires. It's been something that I've been ignoring for much too long. Of course, I'm trying to beat my good friend Dozer's record of getting down to cords, but I'm finding that I'm unsuccessful. Actually, I could probably get down to that, but from a safe and sensible perspective, I think that I will blink in this unscheduled game of chicken and get 'er done.
Until then, the bike is parked in the garage and will sit. I have "fond" memories of riding in the rain on slick tires. Even cautiously riding and braking resulted in a sideways drift on wet pavement. Riding with control has never been a problem and countersteering is a great skill to have. I've forgotten all the bumps and bruises that earned that skill--mostly on dirt and never on pavement. Keeping it that way is the smart thing to do to honor these old bones!
Sunday found me in a sideways skid because of stopping too fast. On dry pavement, nonetheless. I want a new motorcycle--just not like this!
Note to riders...the contact area of a motorcycle tire on the ground is about the size of an average person's palm. It is critical to have proper tire inflation and tread! With other hazards such as chemicals on pavement, gravel, dirt, water, animals (okay I will stop there)...tires are important.
Bike should be in the shop in the next week or two, so I'm heeding my own advice!
It was good to get out and ride...and my fellow Mountain Shadow Riders took first and second in the United Run. Kudos for them!!!
Keep the Shiny Side Up!
~The Rainbow Wahine
The ride was a mystery ride--only the stops are known. The order of the stops and the time are the categories. Each motorcyclist guesses at the route and then rides it. It is fun and of course, getting out for wind therapy is always great! I should do it more often!
I invited myself to ride along with a few wonderful friends and we had a great time. Well, except the fact that I do need new tires. It's been something that I've been ignoring for much too long. Of course, I'm trying to beat my good friend Dozer's record of getting down to cords, but I'm finding that I'm unsuccessful. Actually, I could probably get down to that, but from a safe and sensible perspective, I think that I will blink in this unscheduled game of chicken and get 'er done.
Until then, the bike is parked in the garage and will sit. I have "fond" memories of riding in the rain on slick tires. Even cautiously riding and braking resulted in a sideways drift on wet pavement. Riding with control has never been a problem and countersteering is a great skill to have. I've forgotten all the bumps and bruises that earned that skill--mostly on dirt and never on pavement. Keeping it that way is the smart thing to do to honor these old bones!
Sunday found me in a sideways skid because of stopping too fast. On dry pavement, nonetheless. I want a new motorcycle--just not like this!
Note to riders...the contact area of a motorcycle tire on the ground is about the size of an average person's palm. It is critical to have proper tire inflation and tread! With other hazards such as chemicals on pavement, gravel, dirt, water, animals (okay I will stop there)...tires are important.
Bike should be in the shop in the next week or two, so I'm heeding my own advice!
It was good to get out and ride...and my fellow Mountain Shadow Riders took first and second in the United Run. Kudos for them!!!
Keep the Shiny Side Up!
~The Rainbow Wahine
Friday, June 04, 2010
It's Time
Life....yikes!
I have managed to get a bit o' riding in here and there. My kiddo is visiting his dad for the summer, so I get the daily fix of riding to and from the office.
My son is with me full time now since his father has moved away. Not a bad thing, but it certainly changes my weekends chock full of riding.
The weather hasn't been too agreeable; it seems like the awful weather was always coming in for the weekend--so it cut into 'prime' riding time. However, summer is right around the corner and the weather is finally turning.
In April, I had Alex (he's my son, btw) climb on the back of the Fatboy to see if he was finally tall enough to ride on the back. Lo and behold, he was!
Down to Apex to buy safety gear. Geez, I had forgotten how much gear is needed!
Nonetheless, gloves, helmet, leather jacket are the priority. I still need to get boots.
I got to give him props, we have had quite a few turns around the neighborhood and he's adjusting very well.
The time came to get out on the city streets and again, kudos to Alex! He's an excellent student as far as being a passenger. Of course, he may be scared out of his mind for falling off!!
The biggest test was on the Interstate. Now, going down I-25 at 70 MPH on a motorcycle isn't necessarily scary. However, this is the first jaunt down the highway and *I'm* concerned! All the crazy "what ifs" are going through my mind.
No worries, Alex was terrific. I normally don't make a habit of interstate riding, but it was necessary for that day. He did great!
Problem solved. At least a bit of it. I don't think we'll be putting 500 miles for a day's ride anytime soon. However, we can get out for a little putt on occasion. It's a start.
I guess it's time to seriously start thinking of that new big ol' cruiser bike, huh??
Already promised.....I have to finish grad school.
Summer, 2011 is the target!!
Whoooohoooooooooooooooooo!!
Keep the Shiny Side Up!
~The Rainbow Wahine
I have managed to get a bit o' riding in here and there. My kiddo is visiting his dad for the summer, so I get the daily fix of riding to and from the office.
My son is with me full time now since his father has moved away. Not a bad thing, but it certainly changes my weekends chock full of riding.
The weather hasn't been too agreeable; it seems like the awful weather was always coming in for the weekend--so it cut into 'prime' riding time. However, summer is right around the corner and the weather is finally turning.
In April, I had Alex (he's my son, btw) climb on the back of the Fatboy to see if he was finally tall enough to ride on the back. Lo and behold, he was!
Down to Apex to buy safety gear. Geez, I had forgotten how much gear is needed!
Nonetheless, gloves, helmet, leather jacket are the priority. I still need to get boots.
I got to give him props, we have had quite a few turns around the neighborhood and he's adjusting very well.
The time came to get out on the city streets and again, kudos to Alex! He's an excellent student as far as being a passenger. Of course, he may be scared out of his mind for falling off!!
The biggest test was on the Interstate. Now, going down I-25 at 70 MPH on a motorcycle isn't necessarily scary. However, this is the first jaunt down the highway and *I'm* concerned! All the crazy "what ifs" are going through my mind.
No worries, Alex was terrific. I normally don't make a habit of interstate riding, but it was necessary for that day. He did great!
Problem solved. At least a bit of it. I don't think we'll be putting 500 miles for a day's ride anytime soon. However, we can get out for a little putt on occasion. It's a start.
I guess it's time to seriously start thinking of that new big ol' cruiser bike, huh??
Already promised.....I have to finish grad school.
Summer, 2011 is the target!!
Whoooohoooooooooooooooooo!!
Keep the Shiny Side Up!
~The Rainbow Wahine
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Save the Twins--2009 BCA Ride--How to Lose 25 Motorcycles
Pulling out, I am thinking that I can NOT do this!!
I didn't miss the first turn. Just the second. No worries, I just do a quick turn on the next block and get back on track.
Pulling every bit of experience out of my ear is what I'm doing. Start slow. Last bike in the group needs to get up to speed, weave in traffic like a snake.
I'm gritting my teeth.
Not only that, my first worry is the "tricky" turn in Garden of the Gods. I know it's tricky. We (the Route Group) made it tricky. Sigh. Fortunately, I do catch the trick and manage to lead everyone through Garden of the Gods. As we are waiting to pull out, I know there is no way that I'll be able to get all the bikes out between the cars--so we will be split up.
I take a deep breath and pull out. I figure 12 motorcycles might get out before "that" car gets too close. As I slowly speed up, I watch my rearview mirror. Of course, I about have a heart attack when I see a darn rider pull out in front of the car....ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!
I don't want to lose anyone on my watch.
We weave through town and finally get to the first stop. I get off my bike, wait for everyone to park and then start yelling for the person that pulled out.
Well, it seems that his idea was to try and hold traffic. Good idea. Too bad it didn't work.
I calm down and then proceed to introduce myself. I then follow on with the "I'm known as the lost girl" story.
Heh.
I lose half my group!
Gee, I should have told them that up front!!
We didn't have any incidents during the entire ride, and those that were left were really great.
The third stop was lunch--I gave the group an hour and a half to eat.
Funny, when the 1.5 hours passed, I found that the remainder of the group decided to leave me behind.
Hmmmm....so I lost my entire group.
I ended up pulling in with the sweep team--they picked me up and allowed me to ride in with them.
It was a full day of riding--no incidents, no crashes and I didn't even get lost.
Quite a feat, indeed!!! I also got to ride over 100 miles too!!
We pulled into Cowboy's East and brought the ride to a close.
For the next hour and a half, it was prizes, auctions, and lots of fun.
When it was all said and done, the Mountain Shadow Riders raised $12,000 for the Komen Foundation and the Breast Cancer Network of Strength.
Eight months of hard work by 70 members and support members.
My hat's off to them, that's for sure!!!
Now it's about time to start thinking of the 2010 ride.
You really ought to come out. You know you want to!!
Until next time~~
~Keep the Shiny Side Up!!
The Rainbow Wahine
I didn't miss the first turn. Just the second. No worries, I just do a quick turn on the next block and get back on track.
Pulling every bit of experience out of my ear is what I'm doing. Start slow. Last bike in the group needs to get up to speed, weave in traffic like a snake.
I'm gritting my teeth.
Not only that, my first worry is the "tricky" turn in Garden of the Gods. I know it's tricky. We (the Route Group) made it tricky. Sigh. Fortunately, I do catch the trick and manage to lead everyone through Garden of the Gods. As we are waiting to pull out, I know there is no way that I'll be able to get all the bikes out between the cars--so we will be split up.
I take a deep breath and pull out. I figure 12 motorcycles might get out before "that" car gets too close. As I slowly speed up, I watch my rearview mirror. Of course, I about have a heart attack when I see a darn rider pull out in front of the car....ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!
I don't want to lose anyone on my watch.
We weave through town and finally get to the first stop. I get off my bike, wait for everyone to park and then start yelling for the person that pulled out.
Well, it seems that his idea was to try and hold traffic. Good idea. Too bad it didn't work.
I calm down and then proceed to introduce myself. I then follow on with the "I'm known as the lost girl" story.
Heh.
I lose half my group!
Gee, I should have told them that up front!!
We didn't have any incidents during the entire ride, and those that were left were really great.
The third stop was lunch--I gave the group an hour and a half to eat.
Funny, when the 1.5 hours passed, I found that the remainder of the group decided to leave me behind.
Hmmmm....so I lost my entire group.
I ended up pulling in with the sweep team--they picked me up and allowed me to ride in with them.
It was a full day of riding--no incidents, no crashes and I didn't even get lost.
Quite a feat, indeed!!! I also got to ride over 100 miles too!!
We pulled into Cowboy's East and brought the ride to a close.
For the next hour and a half, it was prizes, auctions, and lots of fun.
When it was all said and done, the Mountain Shadow Riders raised $12,000 for the Komen Foundation and the Breast Cancer Network of Strength.
Eight months of hard work by 70 members and support members.
My hat's off to them, that's for sure!!!
Now it's about time to start thinking of the 2010 ride.
You really ought to come out. You know you want to!!
Until next time~~
~Keep the Shiny Side Up!!
The Rainbow Wahine
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
9th Annual MSR BCA Ride: Save the Twins! You Want Me to Do WHAT??
I awoke to a spectacular day! The sun was shining, the sky was blue and it was COLD!!!
Somewhere along the line, I lost the morning. I know the ladies of the Mountain Shadow Riders were up at the crack of dawn setting up and getting ready. I was....still at home. No, I wasn't trying to miss all the pre-ride set up.
I actually tried to leave...about 10 times.
Where is my hat? Found said hat.
Where is my wallet? Found said wallet.
Where are my gloves? And so on and so forth.
Finally, I have my act all together, get the motorcycle started and head down. Brrrr!! It was cold! Even at this late hour, I ride down to the Western Omlet with a half dozen motorcyclists. I wonder if they had as much trouble getting out the door as I did? Probably not!!
I pull into the parking lot and say my greetings and hello. I have to practically strong arm Gordon to get my ride t-shirt. Hahaha! Strong arm Gordon. He's about 12 feet tall and 12 feet wide. Has the sweetest disposition, but still. He'd squash me like a small bug...if he were so inclined to do so. Thank goodness he is so good natured!
I decide to put my ride shirt on over the many other layers. I'm running around, trying to put on a shirt and talk to my many friends and many strangers. No, I am not paying attention. Twenty minutes or so goes by and our Ms. Chapter Director wanders over and says "momma, your shirt is on backwards".
LOL...another indication of how the day is going.
As I talk my usual trash talk self, Ms. Chapter Director again wanders over (and no, my pants are on correctly) and asks....."Would you mind leading a group"?
I all about choke on my donut. Has she forgotten that I am perpetually lost? Has she forgotten that I couldn't find my way out of a paper bag if my life depended on it? Well, I could, but I'm not admitting to it!
I tell her that I would prefer not to lead a group, but if she can't find anyone else, I'll begrudgingly take the assignment. Two minutes later, she says I'm hired.
Oh boy.
I don't think she looked very hard!
I pull my bike up to the staging area and get in the leader's position. Mind you, I was on the route committee and have driven the route once.
Oh boy.
No one pulls up behind me, so I think I am off the hook. I look down the street and see this b-i-g l-o-n-g l-i-n-e of motorcycles. I have a brief thought that I am glad I'm not leading that group of folks!!
Christine......CCCCHHHHRRRRIIISSSTTTIIINNNEEEE.....I hear my name being called. It's Ms. Chapter Director and she's yelling..."your group awaits you".
Oh boy.
I pull out and around and take a short count of motorcycles. I'd say there were about 25 or so.
And I'm the lost girl.
I get my directions out, fold them up, and clench them between my teeth.
First stop is to the Bon Shopping Center by route through Garden of the Gods.
I take a deep breath, give the thumbs up, look back at everyone and pull out.
I say a short prayer...please don't get lost.
I'm sure Ms. Chapter Director has the same prayer. She better be praying for me!
Tomorrow I'll tell you how to lose all the motorcycles......
Until then....
Keep the Shiny Side Up!!
~The Rainbow Wahine
Somewhere along the line, I lost the morning. I know the ladies of the Mountain Shadow Riders were up at the crack of dawn setting up and getting ready. I was....still at home. No, I wasn't trying to miss all the pre-ride set up.
I actually tried to leave...about 10 times.
Where is my hat? Found said hat.
Where is my wallet? Found said wallet.
Where are my gloves? And so on and so forth.
Finally, I have my act all together, get the motorcycle started and head down. Brrrr!! It was cold! Even at this late hour, I ride down to the Western Omlet with a half dozen motorcyclists. I wonder if they had as much trouble getting out the door as I did? Probably not!!
I pull into the parking lot and say my greetings and hello. I have to practically strong arm Gordon to get my ride t-shirt. Hahaha! Strong arm Gordon. He's about 12 feet tall and 12 feet wide. Has the sweetest disposition, but still. He'd squash me like a small bug...if he were so inclined to do so. Thank goodness he is so good natured!
I decide to put my ride shirt on over the many other layers. I'm running around, trying to put on a shirt and talk to my many friends and many strangers. No, I am not paying attention. Twenty minutes or so goes by and our Ms. Chapter Director wanders over and says "momma, your shirt is on backwards".
LOL...another indication of how the day is going.
As I talk my usual trash talk self, Ms. Chapter Director again wanders over (and no, my pants are on correctly) and asks....."Would you mind leading a group"?
I all about choke on my donut. Has she forgotten that I am perpetually lost? Has she forgotten that I couldn't find my way out of a paper bag if my life depended on it? Well, I could, but I'm not admitting to it!
I tell her that I would prefer not to lead a group, but if she can't find anyone else, I'll begrudgingly take the assignment. Two minutes later, she says I'm hired.
Oh boy.
I don't think she looked very hard!
I pull my bike up to the staging area and get in the leader's position. Mind you, I was on the route committee and have driven the route once.
Oh boy.
No one pulls up behind me, so I think I am off the hook. I look down the street and see this b-i-g l-o-n-g l-i-n-e of motorcycles. I have a brief thought that I am glad I'm not leading that group of folks!!
Christine......CCCCHHHHRRRRIIISSSTTTIIINNNEEEE.....I hear my name being called. It's Ms. Chapter Director and she's yelling..."your group awaits you".
Oh boy.
I pull out and around and take a short count of motorcycles. I'd say there were about 25 or so.
And I'm the lost girl.
I get my directions out, fold them up, and clench them between my teeth.
First stop is to the Bon Shopping Center by route through Garden of the Gods.
I take a deep breath, give the thumbs up, look back at everyone and pull out.
I say a short prayer...please don't get lost.
I'm sure Ms. Chapter Director has the same prayer. She better be praying for me!
Tomorrow I'll tell you how to lose all the motorcycles......
Until then....
Keep the Shiny Side Up!!
~The Rainbow Wahine
Monday, December 14, 2009
9th Annual Breast Cancer Awareness Ride: Save the Twins!
The Colorado Springs Chapter of the Women on Wheels (r) puts on the Annual Breast Cancer Awareness ride on the first Saturday of October.
For those of you that have never participated in planning an event--it is a lot of hard work!! Our ride is a 'test your memory' ride. At the stops, there are questions that are asked on that leg of the stop. It's pretty difficult!!! After all, how many red lights are on the traffic signal at Peterson and Stetson Hills?? Geez!!
The chapter typically starts talking about the run in March or so. We start forming committees--advertising/pr, donations, route committee, safety, stops, and the list goes on. I typically help on the route committee and help determine the stops.
This year was no exception. The route committee usually gets together to rough out the ride. We have some parameters: number of stops (usually 4), distance (about 100 miles). We have to be careful of the traffic. The first Saturday of the month usually has an Air Force football game and TRAFFIC!! And we try to avoid the mountain area and going too far north. October in Colorado can mean cold temps and SNOW.
Our first meeting roughs out the ride and we talk about the stops. What places will accomodate 250+ motorcycles? Not that they all come in at once, but rather in groups. Not too much traffic as well as convenient parking. Not too many unprotected left turns due to turning against oncoming traffic. Avoiding hot spots. One year our route went though Old Colorady City--in the middle of some parade!!
There are some great ideas and suggestions. Eventually, a route takes shape and then the work really begins. Mileage and timing. This year the event HAS to end at 4:30 pm. We have to reverse engineer the timing and have everyone in by 3:00. It's critical for us this year since our end stop was at Cowboy's East--and their line dancing lessons start at 5:00.
Over a period of a few months, the route takes place. We map out the detailed route. Set the stops and ask permission of the local businesses if we can designate their establishment as a stop and post questions. Stops have to be spaced evenly apart and be timely and not overly complicated.
The process of riding the route starts. Various route commitee members ride the route. Count mileage and time the stops. We have to leave time for fuel stops and lunch. And still be in by 3:00.
A couple of weeks before the ride, we start collecting the questions. This year, the group set out by cage (that's car) and we officially timed the ride and hashed out the questions. Easy but not too easy. Obvious but not too much. What color was the roof of Platte Floral??
Once all the questions are finalized, they are published and sent off to the registration commitee so the packets can be assembled. You'd think we are finished.
Not so. The morning of the ride, there is a group that sets out to check the route. Making sure that the "what color is the barn on Smith Highway" question is still correct. One year it was a question and come to find out that the owners painted their barn! The nerve of them!! We also have to put up the questions on each of the stops.
The other committees have been busy too. Donations, advertising, printing, PR....all have been busy busy busy. This year the donations committee collected from over 150 sponsors in excess of $5,000 in prizes....in a "down" economy! We were hoping to come close to last year....could we make another $10,000 donation for Breast Cancer Awareness??
All the work was done...all that was left was to wait for the date. October 3rd. And pray for decent weather......we did what we could.
Now all that was left was the ride.............
Until next time
Keep the Shiny Side Up!
~The Rainbow Wahine
For those of you that have never participated in planning an event--it is a lot of hard work!! Our ride is a 'test your memory' ride. At the stops, there are questions that are asked on that leg of the stop. It's pretty difficult!!! After all, how many red lights are on the traffic signal at Peterson and Stetson Hills?? Geez!!
The chapter typically starts talking about the run in March or so. We start forming committees--advertising/pr, donations, route committee, safety, stops, and the list goes on. I typically help on the route committee and help determine the stops.
This year was no exception. The route committee usually gets together to rough out the ride. We have some parameters: number of stops (usually 4), distance (about 100 miles). We have to be careful of the traffic. The first Saturday of the month usually has an Air Force football game and TRAFFIC!! And we try to avoid the mountain area and going too far north. October in Colorado can mean cold temps and SNOW.
Our first meeting roughs out the ride and we talk about the stops. What places will accomodate 250+ motorcycles? Not that they all come in at once, but rather in groups. Not too much traffic as well as convenient parking. Not too many unprotected left turns due to turning against oncoming traffic. Avoiding hot spots. One year our route went though Old Colorady City--in the middle of some parade!!
There are some great ideas and suggestions. Eventually, a route takes shape and then the work really begins. Mileage and timing. This year the event HAS to end at 4:30 pm. We have to reverse engineer the timing and have everyone in by 3:00. It's critical for us this year since our end stop was at Cowboy's East--and their line dancing lessons start at 5:00.
Over a period of a few months, the route takes place. We map out the detailed route. Set the stops and ask permission of the local businesses if we can designate their establishment as a stop and post questions. Stops have to be spaced evenly apart and be timely and not overly complicated.
The process of riding the route starts. Various route commitee members ride the route. Count mileage and time the stops. We have to leave time for fuel stops and lunch. And still be in by 3:00.
A couple of weeks before the ride, we start collecting the questions. This year, the group set out by cage (that's car) and we officially timed the ride and hashed out the questions. Easy but not too easy. Obvious but not too much. What color was the roof of Platte Floral??
Once all the questions are finalized, they are published and sent off to the registration commitee so the packets can be assembled. You'd think we are finished.
Not so. The morning of the ride, there is a group that sets out to check the route. Making sure that the "what color is the barn on Smith Highway" question is still correct. One year it was a question and come to find out that the owners painted their barn! The nerve of them!! We also have to put up the questions on each of the stops.
The other committees have been busy too. Donations, advertising, printing, PR....all have been busy busy busy. This year the donations committee collected from over 150 sponsors in excess of $5,000 in prizes....in a "down" economy! We were hoping to come close to last year....could we make another $10,000 donation for Breast Cancer Awareness??
All the work was done...all that was left was to wait for the date. October 3rd. And pray for decent weather......we did what we could.
Now all that was left was the ride.............
Until next time
Keep the Shiny Side Up!
~The Rainbow Wahine
Leaving La Junta
I turn the corner and turn my attention to the task at hand. Wondering where the part of the highway that I have to hold my breath so I don't smell the cattle. As we tick up the highway, I look, and look and look...there it is!
I take a deep breath and hold it.
It seems like an eternity, but we get past it. It's a huge cattle pen and it's usually full of cattle...ready for..um....well, you know. If you don't then Google is your friend!
I take a sneak peek in my rearview and I about fall off my motorcycle!! Goldwing Guy!
Geez, he must have broken all the rules--going around the platoons to pull up behind our group. I'm wondering if he will attempt to get in past the sweep.
Riding in the way back has its challenges. Especially on the highway. By the time a signal gets back to me...a day has practically passed!! Kidding, but in all seriousness, I'm feeling the rubber-band effect. Well, at least I don't have to worry about passing it back...since I AM in the back!!
It takes a lot of pressure off of me since I don't have to worry too much about keeping formation and timing. Now, I'm sure I will get fussed at if I let too much space open up between the rider in front of me, but the most part, it is pretty simple. The distance between La Junta and our next stop, Limon, is about 100 miles. So I kick back and enjoy the ride.
When we pull into Limon, I'm very good on fuel, so I decide to skip the fuel stop and immediately line up. Whooohoooo!! I get to ride behind the wing!!! My good friend Brett is riding wing, so I know it will be a nice little ride to Burlington.
I hear Goldwing Guy got a tongue lashing. And he should have, too. For the most part, rules are common sense and there for a reason. With that many motorcycles, it's just about safety.
We pull out of our fuel stop and head out to Burlington. I wish I could say it was an enjoyable ride, but it wasn't. It would have been except for the 40 mile an hour crosswind! Yikes!! That cold wind blowing up my nose was awful!!! Or the gusts that threw me out of my lane. Or the cold wind blowing up my nose! Gusts that threw me out of my lane.
Wash, rinse, repeat. Ad nauseum.......
Getting to Burlington, I am glad to be off the bike. The VFW post was the dinner stop, and it was nice to have the folks turn out and feed us. I know I was tired. I think we all were.
At this point, I knew I was glad to be going home the next day. I was done.
The next morning, I get up and load the bike up. We have a small group heading out--I take a leisurely breakfast while my friends are saying their goodbyes.
We meet up and pull out to head home. It is still pretty windy, so I'm glad that I'm in the direction of home.
It was a good ride altogether. I never did hear if Goldwing Guy ever got his act together. Hopefully he did and had a great time.
I know that there were a lot of FNGs on the ride--I think the economy was the main reason. Hopefully it won't be the case for 2010. We shall see.
This ride over--and on to the next.
Fast foward to October....and the Mountain Shadow Rider's Annual Breast Cancer Awareness Ride. It's a doozy...at least for me.
Until then,
Keep the Shiny Side Up!!
~The Rainbow Wahine
I take a deep breath and hold it.
It seems like an eternity, but we get past it. It's a huge cattle pen and it's usually full of cattle...ready for..um....well, you know. If you don't then Google is your friend!
I take a sneak peek in my rearview and I about fall off my motorcycle!! Goldwing Guy!
Geez, he must have broken all the rules--going around the platoons to pull up behind our group. I'm wondering if he will attempt to get in past the sweep.
Riding in the way back has its challenges. Especially on the highway. By the time a signal gets back to me...a day has practically passed!! Kidding, but in all seriousness, I'm feeling the rubber-band effect. Well, at least I don't have to worry about passing it back...since I AM in the back!!
It takes a lot of pressure off of me since I don't have to worry too much about keeping formation and timing. Now, I'm sure I will get fussed at if I let too much space open up between the rider in front of me, but the most part, it is pretty simple. The distance between La Junta and our next stop, Limon, is about 100 miles. So I kick back and enjoy the ride.
When we pull into Limon, I'm very good on fuel, so I decide to skip the fuel stop and immediately line up. Whooohoooo!! I get to ride behind the wing!!! My good friend Brett is riding wing, so I know it will be a nice little ride to Burlington.
I hear Goldwing Guy got a tongue lashing. And he should have, too. For the most part, rules are common sense and there for a reason. With that many motorcycles, it's just about safety.
We pull out of our fuel stop and head out to Burlington. I wish I could say it was an enjoyable ride, but it wasn't. It would have been except for the 40 mile an hour crosswind! Yikes!! That cold wind blowing up my nose was awful!!! Or the gusts that threw me out of my lane. Or the cold wind blowing up my nose! Gusts that threw me out of my lane.
Wash, rinse, repeat. Ad nauseum.......
Getting to Burlington, I am glad to be off the bike. The VFW post was the dinner stop, and it was nice to have the folks turn out and feed us. I know I was tired. I think we all were.
At this point, I knew I was glad to be going home the next day. I was done.
The next morning, I get up and load the bike up. We have a small group heading out--I take a leisurely breakfast while my friends are saying their goodbyes.
We meet up and pull out to head home. It is still pretty windy, so I'm glad that I'm in the direction of home.
It was a good ride altogether. I never did hear if Goldwing Guy ever got his act together. Hopefully he did and had a great time.
I know that there were a lot of FNGs on the ride--I think the economy was the main reason. Hopefully it won't be the case for 2010. We shall see.
This ride over--and on to the next.
Fast foward to October....and the Mountain Shadow Rider's Annual Breast Cancer Awareness Ride. It's a doozy...at least for me.
Until then,
Keep the Shiny Side Up!!
~The Rainbow Wahine
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Anglefire to Burlington--Lunch and Finally!
It's always a sad moment when we cross the state line out of New Mexico. The fine officers of the New Mexico state police escort the riders and do an excellent job of doing so!! My hat is off to them and I appreciate their time and efforts!
Of course, crossing into Colorado means several things. Mainly, the ever loving construction in the Trinidad that seems to be a forever project, wind and more importantly, HOME!!! I smile at the thought that I will be sleeping in my own bed soon.
For this leg, I am somewhere in the back. It's not really a problem. I'm okay where ever I line up--although I prefer up front--I can deal with whatever I get. I just want to make sure I survive the construction and then enjoy the ride up Hwy 350.
The ride was uneventful--there's not much exciting going on. To alleviate the boredom of just cruising down the highway, I dig a lollypop out of my windshield bag. Don't get me wrong, it is not boring to cruise down the highway--rather, with the rider in front of me and the one beside me and the majority of my attention is spent not running into either one or off the side of the road, there is just not a great deal of attention that can be spent in sightseeing.
So I pull out a lollypop and occupy myself. This is a pretty handy "trick". Keeping your mouth busy is just enough to occupy my brain so I subconsciously think it's not a good time to take a nap. Sometimes I sing, sometimes I chew gum--you know pretty simple stuff.
I suppose I could eat a sandwich too, but that's a bit more challenge than I need while riding at highway speed in a group. Not to mention that I'd more than likely get mustard on my leathers!
We all make it to La Junta, fuel stop and pull in the line up and take a break for lunch.
Lunch is fun--I grab my grub and sit at a table. I know no one. So, just start chatting and making new friends. It's always interesting to find out what people do for a living and why they are on the ride.
Oh, and the ever-important potty break.
Lunch is over and the call to line up is sounded. I get my stuff together and get on the bike. Anyone that rides with me knows it is quite the "chore" to get ready. Not only is it getting "standard" riding gear on--gloves, helmet, etc and making sure my saddlebags are secure, etc. I also have to get my iPod tuned in, put on lip balm, make sure I have more lollys.
Someone yells "5 minutes". I am ready. I know better to putz around--they pull out whether I'm ready or not.
This time, I'm in the very back of the group. The sweep is riding behind me.
Goldwing Guy...is no where to be found. One of my friends looks at me and asks--"what do I do"? My response--go around the bike let him be.
I'm thinking that this could possibly not happen. I mean, he was warned and there are always announcements at the morning meeting about being prepared.
Oh wait, did he miss that one?? LOL!! Well, even if he did, Angelfire wasn't the first stop and that wasn't his first morning meeting. Or maybe he's missed them all...who knows.
Motorcycle fired up and still no Goldwing Guy. Signal to pull out is given.
At that point he runs up. We are all pulling out. He has to put all his gear on and get ready. Bikes are pulling out around him and I watch him frantically trying to get ready. My turn to go comes and I pull out and note that he still has quite a bit of gear to put on.
Note that there is another platoon behind me. Yes, they are going around him too.
I turn my attention to making the corner and my last thought of Goldwind Guy was "too bad".
He can ride in the back and get back into the group at the next stop.
LOL.....fat chance.
Till next time....
~The Rainbow Wahine
Of course, crossing into Colorado means several things. Mainly, the ever loving construction in the Trinidad that seems to be a forever project, wind and more importantly, HOME!!! I smile at the thought that I will be sleeping in my own bed soon.
For this leg, I am somewhere in the back. It's not really a problem. I'm okay where ever I line up--although I prefer up front--I can deal with whatever I get. I just want to make sure I survive the construction and then enjoy the ride up Hwy 350.
The ride was uneventful--there's not much exciting going on. To alleviate the boredom of just cruising down the highway, I dig a lollypop out of my windshield bag. Don't get me wrong, it is not boring to cruise down the highway--rather, with the rider in front of me and the one beside me and the majority of my attention is spent not running into either one or off the side of the road, there is just not a great deal of attention that can be spent in sightseeing.
So I pull out a lollypop and occupy myself. This is a pretty handy "trick". Keeping your mouth busy is just enough to occupy my brain so I subconsciously think it's not a good time to take a nap. Sometimes I sing, sometimes I chew gum--you know pretty simple stuff.
I suppose I could eat a sandwich too, but that's a bit more challenge than I need while riding at highway speed in a group. Not to mention that I'd more than likely get mustard on my leathers!
We all make it to La Junta, fuel stop and pull in the line up and take a break for lunch.
Lunch is fun--I grab my grub and sit at a table. I know no one. So, just start chatting and making new friends. It's always interesting to find out what people do for a living and why they are on the ride.
Oh, and the ever-important potty break.
Lunch is over and the call to line up is sounded. I get my stuff together and get on the bike. Anyone that rides with me knows it is quite the "chore" to get ready. Not only is it getting "standard" riding gear on--gloves, helmet, etc and making sure my saddlebags are secure, etc. I also have to get my iPod tuned in, put on lip balm, make sure I have more lollys.
Someone yells "5 minutes". I am ready. I know better to putz around--they pull out whether I'm ready or not.
This time, I'm in the very back of the group. The sweep is riding behind me.
Goldwing Guy...is no where to be found. One of my friends looks at me and asks--"what do I do"? My response--go around the bike let him be.
I'm thinking that this could possibly not happen. I mean, he was warned and there are always announcements at the morning meeting about being prepared.
Oh wait, did he miss that one?? LOL!! Well, even if he did, Angelfire wasn't the first stop and that wasn't his first morning meeting. Or maybe he's missed them all...who knows.
Motorcycle fired up and still no Goldwing Guy. Signal to pull out is given.
At that point he runs up. We are all pulling out. He has to put all his gear on and get ready. Bikes are pulling out around him and I watch him frantically trying to get ready. My turn to go comes and I pull out and note that he still has quite a bit of gear to put on.
Note that there is another platoon behind me. Yes, they are going around him too.
I turn my attention to making the corner and my last thought of Goldwind Guy was "too bad".
He can ride in the back and get back into the group at the next stop.
LOL.....fat chance.
Till next time....
~The Rainbow Wahine
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Anglefire to Burlington...Raton Stop
Like I said, the ride to Raton was uneventful. Waiting in line for fuel, I was trying to warm up. Think coffee, think coffee, think coffee.
And to use the ladies room! Fueled up, I'm back in line and headed to the facilities.
For once, the line to the men's room is a mile long and I was able to walk into the ladies room! LOL. Funny what things amuse me, huh??
Business all done, I grab a hot chocolate instead and a few snacks and head back to the bike.
I chat with a few of my friends. Some I know outside the run...some are newly minted. I have a guy tell me he'd ride behind me anytime! How funny! He's a FNG and fully enjoying the ride and already talking about next year and wanting to be on something else bigger. Not that he's on a "tiny" bike by any means--he's on a Virago 750--large enough to go the distance.
I decide to walk the line and check out the motorcycles. Goldwing, Victory, Harley, Kawasakis...and then I stop. BMW.
I've never really been a fan of BMW styling--for one most are too tall for me to ride. However, this motorcycle is another story. Enter the K1200LT. What a cool motorcycle!! And a touring bike to boot.
I've been pondering a new touring bike. My son is getting old enough to ride along and has started showing interest. He was hooked after one of my friends took him on a short ride on his Ultra Classic CVO. I wasn't sure I wanted to go the Harley route any longer, so I am keeping an open mind on all manufacturers.
I admire the bike and think that it is probably like any other BMW--too tall.
Checking time, I head back to the motorcycle. Gear on, start up and off we go.
Next stop is La Junta--fuel and lunch.
I say a short prayer for everyone to arrive safely.
Turn on the concentration and pull out.
Keep the shiny side up~
~The Rainbow Wahine
And to use the ladies room! Fueled up, I'm back in line and headed to the facilities.
For once, the line to the men's room is a mile long and I was able to walk into the ladies room! LOL. Funny what things amuse me, huh??
Business all done, I grab a hot chocolate instead and a few snacks and head back to the bike.
I chat with a few of my friends. Some I know outside the run...some are newly minted. I have a guy tell me he'd ride behind me anytime! How funny! He's a FNG and fully enjoying the ride and already talking about next year and wanting to be on something else bigger. Not that he's on a "tiny" bike by any means--he's on a Virago 750--large enough to go the distance.
I decide to walk the line and check out the motorcycles. Goldwing, Victory, Harley, Kawasakis...and then I stop. BMW.
I've never really been a fan of BMW styling--for one most are too tall for me to ride. However, this motorcycle is another story. Enter the K1200LT. What a cool motorcycle!! And a touring bike to boot.
I've been pondering a new touring bike. My son is getting old enough to ride along and has started showing interest. He was hooked after one of my friends took him on a short ride on his Ultra Classic CVO. I wasn't sure I wanted to go the Harley route any longer, so I am keeping an open mind on all manufacturers.
I admire the bike and think that it is probably like any other BMW--too tall.
Checking time, I head back to the motorcycle. Gear on, start up and off we go.
Next stop is La Junta--fuel and lunch.
I say a short prayer for everyone to arrive safely.
Turn on the concentration and pull out.
Keep the shiny side up~
~The Rainbow Wahine
Sunday, November 08, 2009
Angelfire to Burlington....errrr....Raton
Sigh, my last post was in June...how awful is that? Well, it's October, so not too good. I've neglected this blog for entirely too long.
It's early in the morning to be riding. Especially in Angelfire, NM!! COLD is definitely the word! Same routine as yesterday...up, shower, dress, put on sunscreen, makeup, pack, load up the bike, line up.
Put on makeup, really? Yes, Virginia, we do put on makeup. It's not a vanity thing, I promise (well, maybe a little)! Believe it or not, makeup does provide a physical barrier for my face! There have been many journeys that I have ridden with my friends and they come back with the reverse raccoon face...and very rarely do I have that problem.
Makeup. Now you know. Seriously, it's not about vanity. Ride a couple hundred miles and emerge wind blown all covered with bugs and road grime. Not a pretty picture.
This PSA has been brought to you by ~smile~.
I digress.
Ahem, I get my bike lined up and find my friends. I'm excited--it's a new day to ride. This leg is always 'fun'. One: it's a day on the bike. Two: TWISTYS. Three: RFTW. Four: No two up riding in the twisties.
Still, it's a challenge to not know the skill level of the people surrounding and ride with them. Also, even though the population of women riders increasing, there are still not a large quantity of women riders. I'm sure that had to give pause to some of the male riders in the group.
I did not worry long, as most of the folks more or less knew what they needed to do.
Except for Gold-Wing Guy.
It is a test of patience to deal with anyone that does not/can not get the concept of what the ride is all about. Who knows what the issue was. The Platoon Sergeant and team were wonderfully patient with this guy--and to help the group, he was assigned to me.
It's not too bad. I'm concentrating on the task at hand--doing my part in getting the group to the next stop safely. The first order of the day: attend the morning meeting.
First bobo action by Gold-Wing Guy....miss the 90% of the morning meeting.
Not that I haven't heard the safety drill, but the morning meeting is a connection of the entire group. We not only discuss safety, but talk about lessons learned from the prior day as well and hold a short Q&A session.
Gold-Wing Guy pulls up just in time for the Q&A...and basically decides to share his lessons learned. Except for the fact that everything that he's talking about has already been discussed. He would have known had he have been there, right?
He gets a talking to and is told that he will not be able to ride in the group if he misses another morning meeting. I hope he understands. I won't know if he succeeds or not--I won't be riding with the group tomorrow for Burlington is my last stop for The Run this year.
Meeting over, we mount up and head out.
The ride is quite enjoyable. We don't have the two up riding so I can relax a little and enjoy the process of riding.
Except for the cold. I think the temps were in the 30s that morning. Brrrrrr..
The ride was uneventful and we all made it up to Raton with no incident.
Not even Gold Wing Guy.
That's not the end of him, though.
Just wait.
Keep the Shiny Side Up
~The Rainbow Wahine
It's early in the morning to be riding. Especially in Angelfire, NM!! COLD is definitely the word! Same routine as yesterday...up, shower, dress, put on sunscreen, makeup, pack, load up the bike, line up.
Put on makeup, really? Yes, Virginia, we do put on makeup. It's not a vanity thing, I promise (well, maybe a little)! Believe it or not, makeup does provide a physical barrier for my face! There have been many journeys that I have ridden with my friends and they come back with the reverse raccoon face...and very rarely do I have that problem.
Makeup. Now you know. Seriously, it's not about vanity. Ride a couple hundred miles and emerge wind blown all covered with bugs and road grime. Not a pretty picture.
This PSA has been brought to you by ~smile~.
I digress.
Ahem, I get my bike lined up and find my friends. I'm excited--it's a new day to ride. This leg is always 'fun'. One: it's a day on the bike. Two: TWISTYS. Three: RFTW. Four: No two up riding in the twisties.
Still, it's a challenge to not know the skill level of the people surrounding and ride with them. Also, even though the population of women riders increasing, there are still not a large quantity of women riders. I'm sure that had to give pause to some of the male riders in the group.
I did not worry long, as most of the folks more or less knew what they needed to do.
Except for Gold-Wing Guy.
It is a test of patience to deal with anyone that does not/can not get the concept of what the ride is all about. Who knows what the issue was. The Platoon Sergeant and team were wonderfully patient with this guy--and to help the group, he was assigned to me.
It's not too bad. I'm concentrating on the task at hand--doing my part in getting the group to the next stop safely. The first order of the day: attend the morning meeting.
First bobo action by Gold-Wing Guy....miss the 90% of the morning meeting.
Not that I haven't heard the safety drill, but the morning meeting is a connection of the entire group. We not only discuss safety, but talk about lessons learned from the prior day as well and hold a short Q&A session.
Gold-Wing Guy pulls up just in time for the Q&A...and basically decides to share his lessons learned. Except for the fact that everything that he's talking about has already been discussed. He would have known had he have been there, right?
He gets a talking to and is told that he will not be able to ride in the group if he misses another morning meeting. I hope he understands. I won't know if he succeeds or not--I won't be riding with the group tomorrow for Burlington is my last stop for The Run this year.
Meeting over, we mount up and head out.
The ride is quite enjoyable. We don't have the two up riding so I can relax a little and enjoy the process of riding.
Except for the cold. I think the temps were in the 30s that morning. Brrrrrr..
The ride was uneventful and we all made it up to Raton with no incident.
Not even Gold Wing Guy.
That's not the end of him, though.
Just wait.
Keep the Shiny Side Up
~The Rainbow Wahine
Monday, June 22, 2009
A Moment's Rest
The RFTW leg from Santa Fe to Anglefire is where we are. I'm looking forward to this part; there is a bit of twisties to ride! Last year, I didn't ride in formation due to not being able to join the group until Anglefire so this year a new treat.
For the most part, things are pretty calm. Nothing is amiss. Of course, I'm oblivious to the radio chatter since I don't have a radio. I'm happy to be tuned into The Phantom of the Opera while I'm riding. Even more thrilled to look forward to the twisties at Taos.
While we are on the last section of road before entering the twisties, our Platoon Leader pulls out. No one knows what is going on, but my friend Screamer steps up to the plate and leads on. In this situation, the wing then moves over into the lead position; the remainder of the group moves up in line to fill the gap. Suddenly, I find myself riding wing position. No biggie, since I've ridden a good many miles here. What becomes a challenge is that I don't have a radio and can't hear what is going on nor am I familiar of the rules of the Platoon Leaders and Asst. Platoon Leaders--I've always ridden in the pack.
No worries, we get through the twisties without incident. I'm concerned about the Platoon Leader--I hope that he's well and that he does not have mechanicial issues.
However, the coolest part is the ride up to the memorial. It's a ride up a hill and the motorcyclists waiting the join the Run are lined up the roads. It's pretty cool--two chicks leading a platoon in. At least it's cool in my book.
We park and dismount; the ride is done for the day. Come to find out, our Platoon Leader was having difficulty dealing with the crash. I can completely understand. Even though he had nothing to do with the crash I think it was just because it happened under his watch. I know I would have taken it hard too.
We were in early and it was nice to get out and visit. Dinner was hosted by Thunderbird Harley Davidson and filled out bellies. The folks at the David Westphall Veteran's Foundation are working to put together a program for servicemembers to help treat post traumatic stress. One Navy servicemember through out the challenge to the other branches to help raise money for the program. Navy, Army, Air Force and the Coast Guard all stepped up to a bit of good natured fund raising. It was a particular humorous moment when the Boy Scouts even threw in a bid!! In a very short moment over $1,500 was raised. It was quite touching to see the support of the service members for their fellow brother.
With dinner over, it was time to call it a night. My friends and I chatted a bit and then it was time to get some shut eye. 5:00 am rings very early!
The next leg: Angelfire to Burlington.
Keep The Shiny Side Up!
~The Rainbow Wahine
For the most part, things are pretty calm. Nothing is amiss. Of course, I'm oblivious to the radio chatter since I don't have a radio. I'm happy to be tuned into The Phantom of the Opera while I'm riding. Even more thrilled to look forward to the twisties at Taos.
While we are on the last section of road before entering the twisties, our Platoon Leader pulls out. No one knows what is going on, but my friend Screamer steps up to the plate and leads on. In this situation, the wing then moves over into the lead position; the remainder of the group moves up in line to fill the gap. Suddenly, I find myself riding wing position. No biggie, since I've ridden a good many miles here. What becomes a challenge is that I don't have a radio and can't hear what is going on nor am I familiar of the rules of the Platoon Leaders and Asst. Platoon Leaders--I've always ridden in the pack.
No worries, we get through the twisties without incident. I'm concerned about the Platoon Leader--I hope that he's well and that he does not have mechanicial issues.
However, the coolest part is the ride up to the memorial. It's a ride up a hill and the motorcyclists waiting the join the Run are lined up the roads. It's pretty cool--two chicks leading a platoon in. At least it's cool in my book.
We park and dismount; the ride is done for the day. Come to find out, our Platoon Leader was having difficulty dealing with the crash. I can completely understand. Even though he had nothing to do with the crash I think it was just because it happened under his watch. I know I would have taken it hard too.
We were in early and it was nice to get out and visit. Dinner was hosted by Thunderbird Harley Davidson and filled out bellies. The folks at the David Westphall Veteran's Foundation are working to put together a program for servicemembers to help treat post traumatic stress. One Navy servicemember through out the challenge to the other branches to help raise money for the program. Navy, Army, Air Force and the Coast Guard all stepped up to a bit of good natured fund raising. It was a particular humorous moment when the Boy Scouts even threw in a bid!! In a very short moment over $1,500 was raised. It was quite touching to see the support of the service members for their fellow brother.
With dinner over, it was time to call it a night. My friends and I chatted a bit and then it was time to get some shut eye. 5:00 am rings very early!
The next leg: Angelfire to Burlington.
Keep The Shiny Side Up!
~The Rainbow Wahine
Friday, June 19, 2009
To Anglefire....In Formation
It's pretty amazing how much time gets lost when one gets sidetracked. That would be many many days for me!
The alarm goes off at 5:00 am. Not too bad, of course, I'm used to it. Of course, my typical morning starts with my kiddo, so I'm used to having to dodge people. I'm not sure which is "better"....one six year old or three grownups. I don't have to yell at the grownups, but I do get to snuggle with my six year old.
We get packed up and head out. Pack, stick the stuff on the bike, go grab some grub and coffee and then head out to the meetup site. I find my platoon leader and line up. I'm somewhere in the middle.
Interstate riding is interesting. Usually at speed limit and we ride side by side. I don't mind riding on either side of the lane. I prefer to ride in the left lane with the RFTW. When I group ride, I typically like riding in the right side of the lane. That's because when riding with RFTW, the left hand rider is the "lead". That means that rider set the pace--of course taking into consideration of the rider in front--and the rider in the right lane rides about a half foot behind. So it's truly not side by side riding...but it's close enough. It works well if the left hand lane rider holds pace fairly consistently. Terrible if not.
No matter which lane I'm in, I will hold a constant pace. And I'm in the group pretty tight. One to one and a half seconds behind the rider in front. Yes, I know it's close, but really....RFTW is not about a joy ride jaunt over America the Beautiful. It's like the military marching....those service personnel take that stuff seriously....trust me. For some reason,when I'm in the right lane, the rider rubber bands much more than if I were in the left.
It is an exhausting way to ride. Definitely a mental challenge. And of course, this year there more than 50% FNGs. So even more exhausting.
Gallup to Albuquerque is pretty non eventful. Our gas stop is before we enter the city. We pull through the gas stop and line back up into formation. However, there is a FNG in our group that has been creating all kinds of problems. He just doesn't get the formation riding. Rubbing banding, getting too much distance between him and the rider he's following. It may be fine with a small group riding down the highway. However, in this situation, there are 200 motorcycles already. It can create a traffic nightmare.
The Platoon Leader and his team talk, and decide the best way to handle this rider is to put him in the front behind the Platoon Leader's bike. The person behind him...gets to be me. Something about consistent speed. Oh boy.
It really wasn't a problem. He was pretty much boxed in and couldn't create much confusion and delay (as Sir Topham Hatt says).
One cool thing about doing the New Mexico leg is the support from the state. RFTW has a motorcycle police escort. They close the section of highway that the bikes are on.....either by not allowing any new traffic on the highway and pulling existing traffic over. Boy, I guess the folks that get pulled over are freaked out initially!!
When we did get into the city, there is an interchange we have to take while on the interstate. Unfortunately, one of the riders in my platoon went down. I don't have a radio, so I was unaware of the commotion going on.
I didn't find out until Santa Fe--the lunch stop. Our Platoon Leader was shaken up by the news--of course, it was one of his guys and he felt responsible. That military code of watching over your charges......even if the accident was no fault of his.
The rider suffered a few broken ribs. He was banged up, but would recover. His ride for the year was over, though. I hope he has a speedy recovery!!
Lunch was terrific--it included shopping at the Harley Davidson dealer in Santa Fe. Found a col hat and gore-tex gloves on sale!!! That only makes 25 pairs of gloves for me :).
We pull out, waving to the folks that were seeing us out....this time, I'm riding behind the wing with Rubber Band Man beside me. I'm happy because my dear friend Screamer is the wing and she's a great rider!!! Whooohoooo...I get to relax for a minute.
Or so I think! Well, I do get to relax for a MINUTE!!
Until tomorrow....
Keep the shiny side up!
~The Rainbow Wahine
The alarm goes off at 5:00 am. Not too bad, of course, I'm used to it. Of course, my typical morning starts with my kiddo, so I'm used to having to dodge people. I'm not sure which is "better"....one six year old or three grownups. I don't have to yell at the grownups, but I do get to snuggle with my six year old.
We get packed up and head out. Pack, stick the stuff on the bike, go grab some grub and coffee and then head out to the meetup site. I find my platoon leader and line up. I'm somewhere in the middle.
Interstate riding is interesting. Usually at speed limit and we ride side by side. I don't mind riding on either side of the lane. I prefer to ride in the left lane with the RFTW. When I group ride, I typically like riding in the right side of the lane. That's because when riding with RFTW, the left hand rider is the "lead". That means that rider set the pace--of course taking into consideration of the rider in front--and the rider in the right lane rides about a half foot behind. So it's truly not side by side riding...but it's close enough. It works well if the left hand lane rider holds pace fairly consistently. Terrible if not.
No matter which lane I'm in, I will hold a constant pace. And I'm in the group pretty tight. One to one and a half seconds behind the rider in front. Yes, I know it's close, but really....RFTW is not about a joy ride jaunt over America the Beautiful. It's like the military marching....those service personnel take that stuff seriously....trust me. For some reason,when I'm in the right lane, the rider rubber bands much more than if I were in the left.
It is an exhausting way to ride. Definitely a mental challenge. And of course, this year there more than 50% FNGs. So even more exhausting.
Gallup to Albuquerque is pretty non eventful. Our gas stop is before we enter the city. We pull through the gas stop and line back up into formation. However, there is a FNG in our group that has been creating all kinds of problems. He just doesn't get the formation riding. Rubbing banding, getting too much distance between him and the rider he's following. It may be fine with a small group riding down the highway. However, in this situation, there are 200 motorcycles already. It can create a traffic nightmare.
The Platoon Leader and his team talk, and decide the best way to handle this rider is to put him in the front behind the Platoon Leader's bike. The person behind him...gets to be me. Something about consistent speed. Oh boy.
It really wasn't a problem. He was pretty much boxed in and couldn't create much confusion and delay (as Sir Topham Hatt says).
One cool thing about doing the New Mexico leg is the support from the state. RFTW has a motorcycle police escort. They close the section of highway that the bikes are on.....either by not allowing any new traffic on the highway and pulling existing traffic over. Boy, I guess the folks that get pulled over are freaked out initially!!
When we did get into the city, there is an interchange we have to take while on the interstate. Unfortunately, one of the riders in my platoon went down. I don't have a radio, so I was unaware of the commotion going on.
I didn't find out until Santa Fe--the lunch stop. Our Platoon Leader was shaken up by the news--of course, it was one of his guys and he felt responsible. That military code of watching over your charges......even if the accident was no fault of his.
The rider suffered a few broken ribs. He was banged up, but would recover. His ride for the year was over, though. I hope he has a speedy recovery!!
Lunch was terrific--it included shopping at the Harley Davidson dealer in Santa Fe. Found a col hat and gore-tex gloves on sale!!! That only makes 25 pairs of gloves for me :).
We pull out, waving to the folks that were seeing us out....this time, I'm riding behind the wing with Rubber Band Man beside me. I'm happy because my dear friend Screamer is the wing and she's a great rider!!! Whooohoooo...I get to relax for a minute.
Or so I think! Well, I do get to relax for a MINUTE!!
Until tomorrow....
Keep the shiny side up!
~The Rainbow Wahine
Thursday, May 28, 2009
RFTW--Gallup
The arrival into Gallup was great. Screamer found fellow RFTWers at the gas station and we rode in together. It was good riding in a small group--especially at highway speeds!
We were about 45 minutes ahead of the RFTW group so we checked into our digs for the night and then rounded up to head downtown. There were quite a few motorcycles in the area already--so we parked and waited. It was quite the emotional time for my dear friend. This year marked many changes for her and not doing the full run and not being in a Road Guard were two of those things. Needless to say, when her friends pulled in, I watched her be happy and sad and everything in between. I think it will be safe to say that she will commit to doing the full run next year!
And boy, did the bikes pull in! As they pulled in, the crowds of people were lined up waving and calling out. As I'm watching everyone, I have a short thought of my friends Brett and Nicki and wonder if they are riding this year. Brett and Nicki were my neighbors--in my old neighborhood. I haven't seen them since I moved last year. Then, like fate, I saw them! What is even cooler is that Nicki spotted ME in the crowds of people. A mad wave and then they were gone.
Once everyone is in and parked (and it happens rather quickly or so it seems), we go off to watch the ceremony. Gallup and the RFTW have a close relationship. Both have quite the affection and respect for each other . I think it is due to the sacrifices of both in their service for this country. It is an amazing tribute to watch. I have never been so close seeing the history of the Indian Nations and the military and being in Gallup allowed me to see the two groups together as they recognized and acknowledged each other.
After the celebration, I found my friends Brett and Nicki. It was good to catch up with them. They are riding in a different platoon and another friend of theirs is riding too. I know my Platoon Leader, Papa Bear, is looking for a tail gunner (sweep) for his group and I know that Brett would love to officially contribute...so I mention it. He's a terrific rider to boot--one that I trust enough to let my kiddo sit on the back of his bike! The idea is hatched and the offer is proposed. No answer at the moment....
Evening over and back to our lodging for the night. I think it was pizza for the night since no one wanted to go out. Rather, no one was particularly motivated to put all the riding gear on (and especially my MIA until the day before riding boots that hurt my feet) so staying in was the choice. We enjoyed our dinner and rehashed the day and caught up on the happenings of the group since leaving Ontario, CA.
Screamer did have to leave the room (and why I can't remember). She came back with one lone sock. Evidently another rider was doing his/her laundry and the sock was left behind. Someone else found it and gave it to my friend. I guess she looks like the keeper of single socks! You know, there's only about 250 or so riders at this point so finding the owner of a single white athletic sock is.......you can do the math. I guess getting a clean sock is better than getting a dirty one.
Needless to say, we all had a good laugh about it and then called it a night. 5:30 am comes too soon so we all turned in pretty early to ensure plenty of rest.
We would need it for the Gallup-Anglefire leg....
Keeping the shiny side up...so far....
~The Rainbow Wahine
We were about 45 minutes ahead of the RFTW group so we checked into our digs for the night and then rounded up to head downtown. There were quite a few motorcycles in the area already--so we parked and waited. It was quite the emotional time for my dear friend. This year marked many changes for her and not doing the full run and not being in a Road Guard were two of those things. Needless to say, when her friends pulled in, I watched her be happy and sad and everything in between. I think it will be safe to say that she will commit to doing the full run next year!
And boy, did the bikes pull in! As they pulled in, the crowds of people were lined up waving and calling out. As I'm watching everyone, I have a short thought of my friends Brett and Nicki and wonder if they are riding this year. Brett and Nicki were my neighbors--in my old neighborhood. I haven't seen them since I moved last year. Then, like fate, I saw them! What is even cooler is that Nicki spotted ME in the crowds of people. A mad wave and then they were gone.
Once everyone is in and parked (and it happens rather quickly or so it seems), we go off to watch the ceremony. Gallup and the RFTW have a close relationship. Both have quite the affection and respect for each other . I think it is due to the sacrifices of both in their service for this country. It is an amazing tribute to watch. I have never been so close seeing the history of the Indian Nations and the military and being in Gallup allowed me to see the two groups together as they recognized and acknowledged each other.
After the celebration, I found my friends Brett and Nicki. It was good to catch up with them. They are riding in a different platoon and another friend of theirs is riding too. I know my Platoon Leader, Papa Bear, is looking for a tail gunner (sweep) for his group and I know that Brett would love to officially contribute...so I mention it. He's a terrific rider to boot--one that I trust enough to let my kiddo sit on the back of his bike! The idea is hatched and the offer is proposed. No answer at the moment....
Evening over and back to our lodging for the night. I think it was pizza for the night since no one wanted to go out. Rather, no one was particularly motivated to put all the riding gear on (and especially my MIA until the day before riding boots that hurt my feet) so staying in was the choice. We enjoyed our dinner and rehashed the day and caught up on the happenings of the group since leaving Ontario, CA.
Screamer did have to leave the room (and why I can't remember). She came back with one lone sock. Evidently another rider was doing his/her laundry and the sock was left behind. Someone else found it and gave it to my friend. I guess she looks like the keeper of single socks! You know, there's only about 250 or so riders at this point so finding the owner of a single white athletic sock is.......you can do the math. I guess getting a clean sock is better than getting a dirty one.
Needless to say, we all had a good laugh about it and then called it a night. 5:30 am comes too soon so we all turned in pretty early to ensure plenty of rest.
We would need it for the Gallup-Anglefire leg....
Keeping the shiny side up...so far....
~The Rainbow Wahine
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Riding For A Cause
And sometimes the only reason is...'cause I can.
Two weekends ago, I once again got on the road to attempt a ride out to Gallup, NM to join The Run For The Wall. I will say that it was a decision that I did not make lightly; the trip last year was difficult and I was finding little enthusiasm to attempt it again. I had a self-argument going back and forth until the day before I left. Fortunately, someone impartially listened and laid it out and I made my decision.
She was right, I did have a good time.
Instead of attempting the ride to Gallup in one afternoon, I left on Wednesday. The weather was a little blustery, but nothing unmanageable. I was riding along with my good friend Screamer and our trip would take us to Las Vegas, NM for the night.
Once out on the highway, the headwind was tough. I'm having Deja Vu all over again! No! No! No! I don't want a repeat of last year! I do not want to deal with yukky interstate riding!!
Fortunately, it was not. Again, the only battle was headwind and the ride to Las Vegas was uneventful. Screamer and I even managed a quick evening walk to stretch out the legs!
The next morning we headed out to Gallup! A short ride of a hundred plus miles--piece of cake, no? LOL....
Leaving Las Vegas (maybe that should be the title)--was chilly. Like 40 something degrees chilly. It is not sunny bright, but sunny sorta bright. Riding in the sun, it is really terrific. Riding under cloud cover, not so much! And there is more cloud cover than sunshine.
Our next town would be Santa Fe. As we ride in, it's a little early for lunch, but we look anyhow. I'm thinking that I need a fruit stop. I've gotten in the habit of eating an apple for snack and I've missed those apples...so I'm on the lookout for a grocery store. Riding down the interstate, I see a sign "Whole Foods". I'm thinking that would be a good place to stop!
I don't get overly excited about stopping since I'm not leading. However, I know my friend Screamer well enough that it is an attractive stop for her as well....so I'm happy when the turn signal lights and we exit.
I guess it's a good thing that we aren't on a tight time schedule. More dollars, more merchandise than "just" apples and an hour later...we are back on the road. Jeez, you'd think we are hermits that never see the merchandise inside Whole Foods!!
Once back on the road, we lallygag until Albuquerque. There's a lot of traffic in a suburb outside of Albuquerque. Traffic and police. Hmmmmm....
Oh, that's right, President Obama is visiting a local high school for a town hall meeting. I think I used up my "meet the President points" last December when I "ran into him" at the Honolulu Zoo.
At any rate, we pull into Gallup about 45 minutes before the RFTW pull in. I've never done the Gallup stop, but many of my friends tell me it is their favorite of the whole Central Route. I'm about to find out why.....
And you'll find out about it tomorrow!!
Keep the shiny side up!
~Rainbow Wahine
Two weekends ago, I once again got on the road to attempt a ride out to Gallup, NM to join The Run For The Wall. I will say that it was a decision that I did not make lightly; the trip last year was difficult and I was finding little enthusiasm to attempt it again. I had a self-argument going back and forth until the day before I left. Fortunately, someone impartially listened and laid it out and I made my decision.
She was right, I did have a good time.
Instead of attempting the ride to Gallup in one afternoon, I left on Wednesday. The weather was a little blustery, but nothing unmanageable. I was riding along with my good friend Screamer and our trip would take us to Las Vegas, NM for the night.
Once out on the highway, the headwind was tough. I'm having Deja Vu all over again! No! No! No! I don't want a repeat of last year! I do not want to deal with yukky interstate riding!!
Fortunately, it was not. Again, the only battle was headwind and the ride to Las Vegas was uneventful. Screamer and I even managed a quick evening walk to stretch out the legs!
The next morning we headed out to Gallup! A short ride of a hundred plus miles--piece of cake, no? LOL....
Leaving Las Vegas (maybe that should be the title)--was chilly. Like 40 something degrees chilly. It is not sunny bright, but sunny sorta bright. Riding in the sun, it is really terrific. Riding under cloud cover, not so much! And there is more cloud cover than sunshine.
Our next town would be Santa Fe. As we ride in, it's a little early for lunch, but we look anyhow. I'm thinking that I need a fruit stop. I've gotten in the habit of eating an apple for snack and I've missed those apples...so I'm on the lookout for a grocery store. Riding down the interstate, I see a sign "Whole Foods". I'm thinking that would be a good place to stop!
I don't get overly excited about stopping since I'm not leading. However, I know my friend Screamer well enough that it is an attractive stop for her as well....so I'm happy when the turn signal lights and we exit.
I guess it's a good thing that we aren't on a tight time schedule. More dollars, more merchandise than "just" apples and an hour later...we are back on the road. Jeez, you'd think we are hermits that never see the merchandise inside Whole Foods!!
Once back on the road, we lallygag until Albuquerque. There's a lot of traffic in a suburb outside of Albuquerque. Traffic and police. Hmmmmm....
Oh, that's right, President Obama is visiting a local high school for a town hall meeting. I think I used up my "meet the President points" last December when I "ran into him" at the Honolulu Zoo.
At any rate, we pull into Gallup about 45 minutes before the RFTW pull in. I've never done the Gallup stop, but many of my friends tell me it is their favorite of the whole Central Route. I'm about to find out why.....
And you'll find out about it tomorrow!!
Keep the shiny side up!
~Rainbow Wahine
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Why Do We Do That?
Well, it's March already and almost the end. Time does indeed fly...
I'm driving home from work early last week and pulled up to a traffic signal. I'm behind a beautiful chartruse Harley Davidson Softail Standard. The rider was female--either that or it was a very shapely man with long blonde hair flowing from the helmet! Really, it was a female.
The light turned green and traffic starting flowing through the intersection. As the traffic gets up to speed, I notice that the rider has chosen to ride in the middle of the lane. I think it's a bit odd, but the road has a few twists and turns, so I figure that's what the problem is. As we go into a straight away, the rider remains in the middle of the lane.
Riding in the center of the lane is not a good idea. Simply, the deposit of oil and vehicle fluids tends to accumulate in the center of the lane. This may or may not be much of an issue when the lanes are dry. However, if it rains......
With incoming rain, riders are even more at peril. Cars, pedistrians; the activity of riding becomes more complicated with rain. Visibility is limited due to water on the helmet screen or on eyewear and the roads get slick. The habits of riding become really important at this time because having to deal with the added factors of riding. One habit to not have is riding in the middle of the lane where all the vehicular fluids are deposited and the rain begins.
It could be very slick indeed.
I did get caught in the rain riding home from work on Friday. I did have a fleeting thought of the rider on the chartruse Harley and hoped that this was another day of safe riding for her.
Me, I'm riding in the left third of the lane.
Keep the Shiny Side Up!
~The Rainbow Wahine
I'm driving home from work early last week and pulled up to a traffic signal. I'm behind a beautiful chartruse Harley Davidson Softail Standard. The rider was female--either that or it was a very shapely man with long blonde hair flowing from the helmet! Really, it was a female.
The light turned green and traffic starting flowing through the intersection. As the traffic gets up to speed, I notice that the rider has chosen to ride in the middle of the lane. I think it's a bit odd, but the road has a few twists and turns, so I figure that's what the problem is. As we go into a straight away, the rider remains in the middle of the lane.
Riding in the center of the lane is not a good idea. Simply, the deposit of oil and vehicle fluids tends to accumulate in the center of the lane. This may or may not be much of an issue when the lanes are dry. However, if it rains......
With incoming rain, riders are even more at peril. Cars, pedistrians; the activity of riding becomes more complicated with rain. Visibility is limited due to water on the helmet screen or on eyewear and the roads get slick. The habits of riding become really important at this time because having to deal with the added factors of riding. One habit to not have is riding in the middle of the lane where all the vehicular fluids are deposited and the rain begins.
It could be very slick indeed.
I did get caught in the rain riding home from work on Friday. I did have a fleeting thought of the rider on the chartruse Harley and hoped that this was another day of safe riding for her.
Me, I'm riding in the left third of the lane.
Keep the Shiny Side Up!
~The Rainbow Wahine
Sunday, February 01, 2009
Happy February!
Time flies when you are having fun, eh? Sigh, unfortunately, it's not been all fun and games and January contained zero riding days.
Good thing, however, since the day was nice enough that I was planning on rolling the bike out of the garage and do a bit of "pre" spring cleaning. Turn on the ignition....and nothing.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, my lovely motorcycle had a dead battery. Oh, I know, I should have a battery tender...and yes, I do have one...but yes, Christine, it should be attached. The coldness of Colorado winters will kill a battery in a heart beat.
I wasn't particularly motivated to put the bike on the tender since I knew it was time to replace the battery. It has been troublesome this past year when I did ride and since I didn't ride that much to begin with, I figured that I would be replacing it anyway.
However, for those of you who have never purchased a motorcycle battery....they are as costly as an automobile battery. I've never priced them out at the dealership, but I do know that they run a bit north of one hundred dollars at Sears.
I suppose it was a good thing I decided to flip the ignition on before I rolled the bike out of the garage. Otherwise, I'd be parking Mr. Chubbs out on the curb since my driveway is steep. Steep enough that I can't make it in the garage in my van if the drive hasn't been shoveled. No way would I have been able to get the motorcycle back up into the garage with a dead battery.
Well, that's the blurb for the month and a lesson to everyone.....put the bike on a tender or start it occasionally. Me, the Harley has been sitting since November.
Harrumph.
Keep the Shiny Side Up!
~The Rainbow Wahine
Good thing, however, since the day was nice enough that I was planning on rolling the bike out of the garage and do a bit of "pre" spring cleaning. Turn on the ignition....and nothing.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, my lovely motorcycle had a dead battery. Oh, I know, I should have a battery tender...and yes, I do have one...but yes, Christine, it should be attached. The coldness of Colorado winters will kill a battery in a heart beat.
I wasn't particularly motivated to put the bike on the tender since I knew it was time to replace the battery. It has been troublesome this past year when I did ride and since I didn't ride that much to begin with, I figured that I would be replacing it anyway.
However, for those of you who have never purchased a motorcycle battery....they are as costly as an automobile battery. I've never priced them out at the dealership, but I do know that they run a bit north of one hundred dollars at Sears.
I suppose it was a good thing I decided to flip the ignition on before I rolled the bike out of the garage. Otherwise, I'd be parking Mr. Chubbs out on the curb since my driveway is steep. Steep enough that I can't make it in the garage in my van if the drive hasn't been shoveled. No way would I have been able to get the motorcycle back up into the garage with a dead battery.
Well, that's the blurb for the month and a lesson to everyone.....put the bike on a tender or start it occasionally. Me, the Harley has been sitting since November.
Harrumph.
Keep the Shiny Side Up!
~The Rainbow Wahine
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