Sunday, November 27, 2011

Last Day of Riding Season 2011?




Wow! A 2-hour Sunday afternoon ride on the local backroads -- in November!

Unseasonably positive temperatures -- nearly 40F (5C) -- means I'm out for what may well be the last day of riding for me in 2011. This year's mild weather has made for the longest season in my six seasons riding here.



I got in my first ride in mid-January (see blog) and here it is almost December, and I'm still at it.



The sunset today was sure worth stopping for a couple of pics. After the next photo it's back to the barn for Ol' Blue, trickle charger on the battery. It's best to be home before full dark given the weak headlights and the number of wandering deer between me and home. But we made it!



Friday, June 24, 2011

All Heed!



This sign says: Beginning in 6 km, motorcycle traffic is not allowed on the "Look Into The Land" stretch of (Highway) L124 from first April to first November on weekends and holidays.
Located in the Black Forest south of Frieburg, it used to be a road-racing track until 1989, but I guess the moto-community didn't get the memo and kept on racing. And crashing. The closure is due to the high rate of accidents there in recent years. I went on a Friday and lived to tell the tale. Come visit, and I'll take you. Meantime, whet your appetite here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IyBsTa6Z1w4



Saturday, June 4, 2011

Lunch stop in the Austrian Alps



What's on the plate? Homemade goat-cheese ravioli, 'Grandma's recipe' according to the menu. Yummy!

Captain Safety Man Jacket



The honking in the background is because of a wedding at the village church, about 150 meters away from our house. Funny, but I didn't notice it at the time. It must have been very brief. Credit to camera operator Anika for her steady hands despite the distraction!

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Touratech Travel Event

This weekend it's the Touratech Travel Event with tents and vendors like at BMW in Garmisch. In this video I stopped filming just a little too soon - the couple seen approaching in the last frame both waved and said "Hallllo" into the camera. I said to them, "You're on TV!" and they both laughed heartily.







What a great event -- I could care less about all the stuff for sale, what makes it rock for me is just seeing all the bikes and bikers in full battle regalia, as these are my (or shall I say our?) people, the ones who have really invested the energy and intellect and worked out what it takes to outfit themselves and their bikes for those long-day-in-the-saddle missions. It was a sea of high-quality European textile combi's (jacket + matching trousers) bearing the names Rukka, Pharao, Reusch, iXS, Hein Gericke, Held, and of course lots of BMW gear. On the bikes, it seemd every second bike was wearing stickers from all around Europe, esp. the Alpine passes, and some bikes sported stickers from far-away places around the world. GPS brackets were de riguer, as were the 80/20 tires, and additional racks of lights. Sabo, any one of your adventure bikes would have been happy grazing in this paddock as with its stablemates.

What's amazing to me is seeing so many of this kind of rider in one place -- these people are not easy to organize, as they are generally independent and busy riding. It's like holding a tent revival for non-religious people -- there's little incentive or tendency for this kind of creature to seek congregation with others of its kind. So finding several hundred in one place is like stumbling across a herd of orangutans. Not that we seek to avoid contact, mind, it's just that we're kinda too busy doing our own thing to join a club. If you happen to see us on a Passo, say hi, we're friendly and will tell you all about the accessories that make the most sense to us. But one doesn't often get to see such a gathering as this. One year you'll have to join me here, you'll see what I mean.

I got my ride off to an interesting start: A large silver Mercedes violated my right-of-way at the end of my own street, causing me to take evasive braking action, whereupon I *almost* dumped Ol' Blue on the curb due to loose gravel, but I managed to save it at the last second with a well-planted foot. I gave the driver a serious dose of the evil stinkeye, then went home and put on my neon safety vest, which I had not been wearing (for shame!). The rest of the 350-km trip was uneventful. Wouldn't that have been special, setting out on an all-day trip and then being knocked off 12 seconds after departure?

It's nice to be able to report that all my equipment and apparrel worked brilliantly. Shining stars of the day include the Schuberth helmet's retractable sun visor, and the BMW phase-change pants and jacket (under my Rukka trousers and black Held jacket). It was quite cloudy and dark upon departure, but occasionally the sun poked thru, and when it did it was great to be able to snap down the sun visor inside the helmet with the flick of a switch. Later in the day, as I was riding through areas with as much difference as 11C to 18C in just a few miles, the expensive undercrackers did their 'phase-changing' job of keeping me comfortable.

Best of all, Ol' Blue proved yet again to be the perfect bike for the mission. Can't imagine being happier on anything else. Few machines I know of can do so much so well. No squawks at all, just a super bike, and a super experience. I packed for an overnight trip in case I decided to overnight it somewhere, but at the end of the day I happily rolled up to the cheapest and most comfortable hotel around -- home.

That's the ride report!

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Danube Valley

Riding buddy Manfred tossed his old (2002) blue Sprint ST down a racetrack last year, then briefly replaced it with an identical silver one, but when Deiter, the owner of the Triumph shop, recently offered him this 2010 Tiger with bags and hand protectors at a discount, well, there went the ST, and Hello, Tiger. When I met him in Wangen today he had a whopping 65 km showing on the odo. We rode for a couple hours down the Danube River Valley this cloudy and cool first Saturday afternoon of the riding season. Temps started out at 12 or 13C, but dropped as the afternoon turned cloudy. By the time I broke off and soloed home (Manfred was travelling to an overnight with his new girlfriend) it was quite cool. The cold currents trickling into my helmet made me laugh to think that I might ever want to remove the wind dam come summer. Around 5pm, almost all other moto-traffic was gone for the day, and it was their loss: the sun dropped below the gloomy clouds and illuminated everything in glowing pastels for the next hour, an old master's landscape painting come to life. So, to y'all who went home early, you missed the best part of the day! Amazing how much most people miss in their lives in the effort to avoid a minor bit of discomfort, ain't it? So you get a little cold. Big deal.

Here's Manfred, a.k.a. Mamfie the Tiger Tamer. (He's a damn good rider, BTW, despite his toss.)


And don't forget Ol' Blue there, who's been in my garage six years next month. I can't think of a serious reason why I'd trade in on anything else. No bike I've ever owned has made me so happy for so long. Result!



Sunday, February 6, 2011

Sabo -- check this out!


Nice view to the Alps, including Hochgrat Mountain directly over my windscreen. In the summer of 2005, Sabo, Susie the Beagle and I hiked up Hochgrat, then we rode down in the last gondola of the day with the mountain crew and partied with them in the ops room. Result!

Friday, January 14, 2011

Why is motorcycling like sex?

Because when you haven't had any for awhile it brings a huge grin to your face to jump in the saddle for a couple hours. Check this out :