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Off-Topic – I’m talking Motorcycles this time.

I have never ridden my motorcycles on long road trips.  I started out in 1974 with a new Honda Trail 90 and only rode it 25 miles round trip to work for about a year and a half.  Never really did the off-road thing with it,

trail901

After that, I bought a 73 Honda CB175 that was hardly driven and kept it for about 2 years. Again, riding back and forth to work.  I did take it on the highway from the S.F. Bay Area to Fairfield and back.   It was highway legal but not a very good bike for that purpose.  It was too light and scared the crap out of me because it was too underpowered.  I gave up riding except for the occasional use of a buddy’s Honda 750 Super Sport.

cb175

At the time, it was GREAT to have real power and ride a REAL bike.  In that time, Honda started selling the CB900 Custom.   I had the hots for it but never seemed to get serious and be able to afford it since we had young daughters in the house and various expenses,  I did finally get over it and moved on.

Enter 1998.  I was commuting 130 miles round trip and putting way too much mileage on my 1992 pickup.  My son in law, Dan, had a Honda Nighthawk and I got the itch again for a bike.  I placed an ad on our internal bulletin board and a fellow employee just happened to have a 1980 Honda GL1100 Goldwing.  Next thing you know, I handed him $500 and it became mine.  Dan and I both rode it off and on and then all to myself.  Since I was prior military and wanting to ride it on base, the Air Force required me to complete their Experienced Rider Course at a cost of $0 and a weekend in class.  I highly recommend anyone who rides to take the beginning and experienced classes.  It will give you that edge in dealing with traffic and the other drivers out there. This is a photo of my 1980 GL1100 and Golden Retriever, Maggie.

gl1100golden

In 1999, I stopped by a Honda dealer to ride a used GL1500 Goldwing.  Need I say more, it was MORE powerful, better balanced, and COMFORTABLE!  Then I left still riding the GL1100 that felt so inadequate.  Later on in the start of 2000, I found a 1998 GL1500 for sale for what I could afford.  The guy who owned it for a short while was oriental, 140 pounds if he was lucky, and could barely reach the ground while sitting on the bike.  No offense here, but what was he thinking let alone doing with an 825 pound touring bike?  He really couldn’t handle that much bike.  In short order, it was mine.  Sold the GL1100 to my son in law Dan.  At that time I was only commuting 60 miles round trip to work. Occasionally, my wife and I rode together but usually short trips.  One morning we decided to go to another town 30 miles away for breakfast.  It was crisp and sunny so we left.  Half way there if turned colder and overcast.  We really froze our asses off the rest of the trip besides spending at least an hour in the restaurant eating and downing lots of hot coffee.

In 2003, I decided that I could do without a bike again.  Sold it to an older gentleman and then headed to the local Chevy delaer and bought a new 4WD pickup.

I retired from my job in CA and moved here to WA.  I worked a few part time jobs and was sent to the Seattle area for training.  I was talking about bikes with another student from Aberdeen and the “itch” started all over again.  He told me about his BMW R1200LT and how great of a touring bike it was.  Well, a few days later and I’m talking to a BMW salesman just foaming at the mouth to sell me a new or consignment 1200LT.  It just didn’t feel right to me and the feature I really loved was the power centerstand.  I even considered a Harley Ultra Classic, but was still not convinced.  While in Lynnwood,  I found a new ’08 GL1800 at a dealer and started to make a deal on it.  The salesman wanted me to meet the parts manager, the service manager, etc.  ad nauseum.  It reminded me of the old used car salesman stories.  I walked out and let them know of my dissatisfaction and their greed for too much money.

Gl1800 Goldwing

I considerd doing business with dealers in Tennessee, New York, and So. California.  All of them reputable and offering deep discounted prices.  I did find one near Portland, Oregon and they gave me a deal I couldn’t refuse.  We did everything by phone and fax, my credit union financed it, and it was a done deal.  My daughter drove with me in her car to pick up the new bike a few days later.  I probably spent a half hour with the salesman and completed the paperwork.  At 2pm. I was on the road and heading north to home.  A rare day in October with sun and a little warmth.  By the time I was about 40 miles from home, cold set in for the rest of the ride.  I also had to learn the procedure for paying and taking the ferry from Mukilteo to Whidbey Island.

Winter is such a DUMB time to buy a motorcycle.  From October until the end of May, I only put about 750 miles on the Goldwing which is a weekend ride for others (those who ride regardless of the weather).  I am a fair weather rider, rain doesn’t get it for me a all.  However, if I get caught in it, it’s OK!

I wanted to attend a retiree BBQ near Sacramento the first week of June.  If we drove or flew down, it was going to co$t plenty.  So, I decided to take the Goldwing on my first real trip ever.  Saturday May 31st, I left at 7am and headed for Clinton.  Before I left, our daughter was to bring me an item I needed before she went to work.  She was running a bit late so when I finally got to Clinton, the ferry was already underway to the mainland.  Well, after waiting another half hour, I got down to business and started heading south.  I tried to keep with speed limit sort of, but found that I was going to get my behind run over unless I stayed with the flow. There was a few sprinkles between Seattle and Tacoma, figured       I’m in it, I’m not giving up this soon, let’s go.  The rain lasted only a few minutes and then all was better, leaned back against the sleeping bag I had for back support, set the cruise, and roll with the flow.  Getting into Portland, I was watching traffic so much that I almost missed the right two lanes to head south on I-5. Goosed it and got in before the gore point.

I have an 80 year old uncle who lives in Eugene, Oregon and I spent the night there.  We had  some great conversation about the family research I was doing and he filled me in on some tidbits.  I was well worth it as he had a picture of my great-grandfather that I had ner seen before.  My first impression was that he looked somewhat like the late Jim Croce with mustache and goatee.

The next morning at 7am, opened the garage door and was greeted by rain.  I hesitated for about fifteen minutes and then decided that I must continue.  I said goodbye to my uncle Bob and rode off in search of gasoline in town.  The drizzle made a mess of the windshield but still managed OK. I gassed up at a nearby convenience store and was reminded that it’s full serve only.  I found out later that it’s not a requirement for fueling motorcycles since so many owners hate the idea of feul spills or other damage.  When I got gas later in Medford, I was allowed to do it myself.  I headed down the Delta Rd. and got on to I-5. I went slowly trying to get on the ramp but had a cage that was enamoured with the rear of the wing. I didn’t want to encounter a slick, oily area in the road.  Unfortunatley, I was not real familiar with the on ramp and a few cars were tailgating and not being patient with me.  By the time I got to Creswell, the rain/drizzle was gone and the highway was starting to dry out.  SIt back, set the cruise control, and head south.

Later on it was time to stop and stretch at one of the road side rest stops.  A free cup of coffee was welcome to me since it was still fairly cold.  Had a brief conversation with a guy reading at a table.  He was sure wanting to hit the highways on a motorcycle.  Rest over, time to hit the road.  With the rise in fuel prices, there didn’t seem to be a lot of traffic which made it a bit nicer.   I had spied some motorcycles coming up fast in the rear view mirror and moved to the right lane.  There were about 5 Honda’s just like mine whizzing by at 80+ mph.  I joined in for a few minutes and decided it wasn’t my thing.  I wasn’t in THAT big of a hurry.  Continued with the cruise at 70 which was plenty to catch the eye of the OSP troopers.   After lunch, I headed out of Medford and found the Siskyou’s to be 42 degrees and foggy. Heading down towards Shasta, I was flying down the grade at 80+ and at the bottom there was a CHP with radar. I felt I was cooked then but he never came after me and was relieved. I was also happier to be in CA at that moment because I was in REAL sunshine and warmth. Going through Red Bluff commanded some attention. I was in the left lane approaching a big rig that was in the right lane. At a cloverleaf, someone had left their attention somewhere and the big rig was moving over into my lane. I hit the horn, braked and glad no one was following close to cause an incident. Even with a big bike, you have to assume you’re invisible to other traffic. After 400 miles, I wound up at my cousin’s home near Willows.   She and her husband, Tom, live out in the country where they farm in the area of Ord Bend.   They grow rice, wheat, almonds, and even raise some award winning pigs of the Duroc and Hampshire variety.     We went over to Orland and had dinner at one of the best places there.  I was great to enjoy the best prime rib that I had ever had in the last 2 or three years.    We returned back to their house after dinner and discovered that the sprinkler system had come on and completely drenched the Goldwing.  The only thing harmed was the sleeping bag on the rear seat and hung it out to dry on the fence.

The following morning I set out for Sacramento about 10am.  I was going to ride over to Willows and take I-5 but I got distracted with the scenery and other things and missed the turn off.  So, I just continued down that little two-lane down to Colusa.   The biggest thing that happens there is the Indian casino but nothing close to the Cache Creek Casino over in Capay Valley.

While there in the Sacramento area, I visited with my daughter’s family, attended a retiree BBQ in Lodi, and many other things. Tuesday, I met some former co-workers for lunch at a local pizza restaurant. I had not seen any of them for at least a year. We had a rather long lunch and caught up on everything. I mentioned to Chuck that I wanted to do a circle route of California next Spring. There may be 2 to 4 of us doing the trip I hope. Wednesday was the Retiree BBQ in Lodi. Lots of familiar faces that I knew in the Bay Area and had not seen for 20 years. One such character was Mike S. He commented on remembering me the day I started working in 1966 and how it made him feel older seeing me finally retired. Five hours didn’t seem enough time to visit but will definitely go again next year. Hopefully some familiar faces that didn’t show this year. On Sat 6-7, left Sacto just before 7am and fought the north wind all the way up into Oregon. That’s when the gas mileage really dropped to about 30 mpg. Hotel’d it in Springfield (480 miles). The hotel clerk was so accomodating and let me park the goldwing next the entry doors.  After a long ride, crashed into be for much needed sleep.  Sunday morning, it was cold and foggy until getting to Salem where the sun finally appeared. Crossing from OR to WA was like passing through a curtain. OR was sunny and crossing over the river into WA was ugly dreary skies. I stopped in Tumwater at the Masonic Cemetery to find graves of my family. Found all but two as the signage was not friendly enough to me. I was so cold I could barely hold the camera to take some pictures there. The only other event was going through Seattle and having a Lexus try to move over on me. I think the horn probably encouraged the driver to change his or her underwear at the earliest convenience. I finally go home around 2pm with wife and Golden Retriever both happy to see me back in one piece.

My mileage varied from 30 to 40 mpg. Definitely considering a Tulsa windshield to help with all the wind and buffeting. I would never ride as far as I did in one day, but would limit to about 300 miles a day next time.

December 12, 2008 - Posted by | Motorcycle |

3 Comments »

  1. Great post!

    I commute from Mukilteo to Woodinville 4 days a week all year on a 88 CBR600. If you have the right riding gear riding in the rain is a non-issue. The CBR doesn’t even have a functional windshield, but I stay warm and dry. I wear riding boots, Helle Hanson snow pants, leather AlpineStar jacket, and a fleece sweater. I’ve yet to find a decent pair of gloves, but otherwise I stay warm and dry.

    I haven’t taken any classes, but I usually recommend them, since learning the hard way can be fatal! I’ve had many years of dirt bike riding which has really helped, especially with bad weather.

    After putting a loud exhaust system on my bike, which I found to be too loud, but later discovered it gets me noticed and keeps me alive. I used to have people cut me off while merging or just pulling into, or in front of me about once a week. Now it only happens about once every 6 months.

    If you want to stay alive on a bike just remember everyone on the road is trying to kill you! And whatever you do stay out of everyone’s blind spots.

    Comment by Joe H. of Mukilteo | December 12, 2008

  2. I agree with your comments. I usually don’t ride in bad weather unless I’m caught in it or have no choice. I’m not fond of riding in my own area because of drivers pulling out in front of you and wanting to take what’s left of your lane. I’m actually more comfortable in dense areas like Seattle or Portland. I’ve ridden the Cascade Loop and loved every minute of it except for the lack of places to pull over and take pictures where you would like. I always have recommended anyone to take the motorcycle safety courses to keep them from using bad habits. If you get a chance, check out http://www.pashnit.com if you haven’t already. There’s a great discussion board and ride information all over the country. Thanks for making my day! Ride safe my friend!

    Comment by beesafelocksmith | December 12, 2008

  3. I agree that you should check out http://www.pashnit.com !
    It with have you wanting to ride in no time!

    Also check out http://theoasisofmysoul.com/
    The journey of one man (and his dog) on his BMW. Well written blog with awesome photos of his rides.

    Ride safe!

    Comment by She Rides Motorcycle Apparel | December 18, 2008


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