Northern Ride – Day 5

Posted on August 12, 2003 by Freejack

August 12th
07:30
Cruising The Black Hills
160 Miles

I rolled out and got ready to go. About 07:30 I was outside and had started the bike. I checked everything; lights, tires, oil and got ready to roll out. As I went around the loop to the exit I noticed 2 or 3 doors had opened and the guys standing there were watching me leave.

I headed out to find breakfast and Rt 16 out of town. I’m wandering around town and get to a parking lot where I notice, off in the distance on the ridge of a hill, a large dinosaur. I made a note to find it and see what it was when I returned.

I found 44 and eventually hit 79 south. I stopped at a gas stop and asked for directions. She pointed me to the right and I was on my way.

I took 16 south to Keystone. Where it turned into 16A there was a cool looking tunnel we had to go through. I stopped and snapped a picture of it.

I stopped in Keystone, parked the bike and wandered around. Keystone main street was a big tourist trap. I wandered down one side crossed the street and wandered down the other. I stopped in at a couple of places but the prices were out of sight. Fortunately I was riding a bike so couldn’t pick up too much garbage 🙂 I looked at a couple of pieces of jewelry but I know Rita doesn’t like to wear stuff.

There had been a fairly large fire at the other end of town. It took out the big bar and a couple of adjacent buildings. There were signs up talking about having wing-dings to support rebuilding.

I walked back up to the bike and headed to Mt Rushmore.

I stopped on the way out of Keystone when I first saw Mt Rushmore and took a quick picture. There was also The President’s Alpine Slide that I snapped a picture of.

When I got to the park I pulled up, paid my entrance fee and parked in lot 4. I walked up to the entrance and in. One thing I was looking for was a diet coke. I took a couple of pictures. There was a tour that took you up to the foot of the monument but I wasn’t really interested. The monument was pretty cool if you ignore the destruction required to create it.

I headed over to the snack bar but it was packed. I slid by the hucksters who wanted to take your picture with your camera and a tip. Tourist traps everywhere.

I boogied out after finding a soda machine and headed south on Iron Mountain Road (16A). It was nice and twisty. There were a couple of wooden bridges that you went under and then did a tight turn up around so that you went over the bridge. There were a couple of short tunnels and then a long one. There was a sport biker in front of the van who was in front of me. He blew by the first van on a double yellow. The van in front of me was nice enough to pull over and let me go by so that was cool. The idiot in the first van tried to get me to pass on a double yellow switchback approach. I shook that one off. I’m not on a sport bike and certainly not _that_ stupid.

At the long tunnel there were lots of people at the other end taking video shots and pictures. That was a bit odd.

I continued on down to the entrance to Custer State Park. I stopped to pay the permit fee but the lady said that since I was just driving through and not using any of their services I didn’t need to pay the fee. Odd but I continued on.

At the junction of Rt 87 South as I was curving around to the left I nearly got my bell rung by a van with an extended mirror. Fortunately I was riding more towards the right side of the lane instead of the left and he just missed me.

I’ve been paying more attention to this riding behavior. When you’re in a car, it doesn’t lean to the right or left when making a turn. In fact it slightly leans away from the turn. Bikers however lean into the turn which can be an ugly accident. I’ve been making sure I was closer to the center of a turn rather than in one track or the other. This time I’m pretty sure it saved me.

I headed into Wind Cave National Park but there wasn’t any signs indicating where the caves were. I went through the park fairly quickly and must have missed it. While going through the park though there were hundreds of prarie dogs in the fields. I did see the mules but the lot was packed and a bunch of kids were feeding them. I saw a buffalo on the side of the road.

Anyway, I came out of the park on 385 South and headed to Hot Springs and the Mammoth Site. I stopped in Hot Springs for lunch at a Taco John’s.

I found the site and pulled off to investigate. There was a guy outside selling flint arrowheads and someone excavating off to the right of the path. I went in and looked around but that the tour cost a couple of bucks and the time I picked up a couple of t-shirts and headed out.

I made a right on 18 and headed west. I made a right turn at Minnekahta Junction onto Rt 89 and headed north. This was a fairly desolate ride until I got back into the park. I passed Pringle, a small town of a few buildings and up to Custer. I continued on 16 until I got to the Crazy Horse Memorial. I pulled in and parked the bike up on the back parking lot. I went into the visitors center and checked out all the pictures and other exhibits. The work they’re doing is pretty cool. They’re creating a monument to Crazy Horse.

After I left Crazy Horse, I followed 385 up past Hill City to Sheridan Lake Road. This was a nice road back to Rapid City. Nicely curvy and cool I headed back into town and my room and parked the bike. A couple who were staying a few doors away stopped by and we chatted. They were from Florida and had come into town for Sturgis. He commented that he thought it was great that I’d traveled from Virginia. I think I disappointed him by sticking around for a day to see the Black Hills but that’s the way it goes.

I headed down to find dinner, stopped at Safeway for a deli-type sandwich and headed back to my room to prepare to leave in the morning.

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Northern Ride – Day 4

Posted on August 11, 2003 by Freejack

August 11th
06:00-19:03
Rochester MN to Rapid City SD
568 Miles

I was up at 4:30, showered and packed and out the door at 6am.

One of the things I do when I get up is to check the lights on the bike. I found the left turn signal was out and that the right turn signal cover was melted. It was quite warm going through the outskirts of Chicago but I didn’t think it was that hot.

At a break I briefly chatted with a couple on a BMW. He was from Chicago and she was from Minnesota. I noticed a piece of metal sticking out of side of the bike. I asked about it and she said they were foot rests. When they got up to speed he kicked them out and rested his feet. I thought that was cool.

As I headed through Sioux Falls I spied J&L Harley and pulled in to get a replacement bulb and cover. I have a replacement bulb in my gear but it was already packed when I checked the bike. The service guy didn’t believe the melted cover. It was bubbled in texture with bits of black, seeming carbon bits on the outside. I couldn’t think of anything I leaned on and had checked it yesterday morning before leaving the campground (it was covered there).

When I put the cover on that bulb went out so I had to get another bulb. The service guy asked about rear signals. Since my local dealer said that front ones would work on the rear, I said that I had plenty. He said that the ones in front were double poled but the rear signals were singal poled. The brake lights and front signals were interchangable though. Based on that I picked up a couple of rear bulbs but I’ll have to check it out later.

While the ride was fairly uneventful it was soothing. I could feel myself settling down to riding at 80 MPH along with everyone else. Coming out of my lunch break stop I was passed by a sedan with two nuns. As I got up to speed I passed them. A few minutes later they passed me at about 90 MPH. 🙂

The wind started blowing from the south pretty hard and steady. I pulled into a rest stop and a couple of bikers were asking about it. I said that it had started about 30 minutes before I stopped. He said it was blowing like this all the way to Rapid City which was quite a ways away.

I’ve been waving at other bikers and am finding that a majority of them don’t wave back. After being at Daytona I can kinda understand. I saw one guy with a big hand mounted on his tank.

The bugs had been hitting me for a while, a welcome change from the rain farther east. A couple of the critters were fairly large and many of them left a sticky mess behind. One that squarely hit my right hand, coated my right grip with a sticky piney smell. I couldn’t think of a largish bug that lived on pine sap so I figured it was a bee. Several of the larger bugs stuck around (sorry) throughout the entire trip. There was a fairly large one stuck on the cable mount on my handlebars.

As I approached the Badlands National Park I pulled off at a rest stop to take a few pictures. Basically I was looking at the plains. Lots of flat. Imagine folks hiking or riding out here when there was not much but buffalo (days of buffalo) and seeing nothing for miles but the peaks in the distance (the black hills).

I chatted with a family briefly. He commented on the heat and I made some funny about air conditioning.

Next I headed over to Badlands. I’m not sure what to say about that. I had the same thoughts about the folks on the plains but that they were walking towards the mountains they could see and this massive “badlands” opened up before them. I stopped at the first photo op and walked around a little.

I couldn’t help but wonder at the awe the first visitors had upon seeing this vast gash in the landscape opened up as they approached it.

I took a few pictures and road around the tour road until I got to the interstate and Wall SD. Man, what a change. From the pristine beauty of the Badlands to the awful tourist trap called Wall Drug. I cruised through town, stopped at a Dairy Queen for dinner and continued on to Rapid City.

I stopped for gas and picked up a Sturgis t-shirt. I stopped at Black Hills Harley but it was after 6 and they had closed. After a brief ride through town, I found that the cheap motels were asking $60 for the night; the price of the nice place on the interstate.

I headed down 90 and pulled off at the Tilford exit. I was going to head back to town and get a room anyway but saw Rt 79 and headed to Rapid City via the back way. As I came into town I pulled in to the second motel and got a room for two nights for $38 per night.

I unpacked my gear and called Rita. I was interested in riding around The Black Hills and had picked up one of the tourist maps of the area. She checked one of the web sites and found a list of the better rides. I noted them on the map. We picked the stop at Mt Rushmore and the run down 16A to Custer State Park. From there down to Wind Cave and then Hot Springs for the Mammoth Site. From there a ride west to 89 north and then up through Custer and Hill City and back to Rapid City.

On the way out I was going to stop at Deadwood and then to Sturgis.

Once they were mapped out, I hit the hay.

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Northern Ride – Day 3

Posted on August 10, 2003 by Freejack

August 10th
05:30-18:18
Shelbyville IN to Rochester MN
568 Miles

At about 4am I got up and packed up the bike. When I got her loaded I realized that the other tenters had bailed in the night. They may have been the other side of the fight or the lady who ran the place kicked them all out.

I started the bike at 05:30 and let her warm up hopefully giving the revelers a rude awakening.

I bailed and headed out to the freeway. After a couple of miles I pulled into a Denny’s to grab breakfast. I made my order and then hit the restroom. I checked myself in the mirror and noticed that I had a mosquito bite on my upper left cheek and either a bite or a welt from the whack yesterday on the road (from the rock). I know I looked a little beat since the cop sitting at one of the tables eyed me as I returned from the bathroom.

I finished breakfast and headed on. On the other side of Indianopolis I could see it was raining up ahead. I pulled off to an underpass and changed my gear out again. It was pouring rain. By the time I got my gear on it had slowed to a drizzle but the roads were still wet and running water. I bailed and headed north.

I got into Gary Indiana and on to the toll way. Those frigging tolls were 50 cents and about every 15 miles. A couple of times I had the change handy but others I pulled up, stopped, put the bike into neutral, pulled off my glove, fished out a buck, put the change in my tank bag, put the wallet away, put the glove back on, put her into gear and head out. I got into Illinois and stopped at a service area to call Rita and get out of the Rain gear. It was getting quite hot. I snagged lunch and took off.

I wanted to go to Milwalkee but wasn’t sure where The Motor Company was located. Since it was a bit after noon I also didn’t know if I was going to make it to my next scheduled stop in Minnesota. I was leaning towards not stopping and the freeway signs finally made the decison for me. The exit I needed was opposite from where I was on the road so I headed west towards Wisconson on another toll road.

With the construction and tolls it was getting late as I passed over the Mississippi River. There were a couple of bridges as we eventually passed over the river proper. Coming up onto the high plains was cool. The ride up to that point had trees and shaded rest stops. After that was when it got hot riding. With the dryness and heat my nose began to ooze blood and get clogged, especially the right nostril. Periodically I’d have to blow it out. Initially I’d be careful but after a few days it was slight turn-blow 🙂

I almost made it to Austin Minnesota but because it was so late I instead pulled in to Rochester. A slight run down the road found me at The Homestead Motel (weekly rates). He had a room for me. I took the gear off the bike and headed off for dinner at a local Burger King.

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Northern Ride – Day 2

Posted on August 9, 2003 by Freejack

August 9th
06:30-19:49
Friendville MD to Shelbyville IN
418 Miles

I set the alarm for 5am, got up and got everything ready to go. After a shower and getting the gear packed I took off but it was 06:30. I figured I’ll have to get up at 04:30 in order to leave at the targetted 6am.

I passed over the Ohio river and went on to Cambridge where I had planned on staying the previous night. In Columbus I briefly considered bypassing Paramont King’s Island, one of my scheduled stops, mainly because I was behind on the trip but I figured the heck with it. I’m on vacation and headed south on Rt 71 toward Cinncinati.

At one gas stop I was checking the bike, just making sure it was all intact and found the lost strap hanging from the left side of the rear axle. It must have gotten caught. I pulled it off and put it into my pocket. While I was pulling out, I noticed a faded yellow warning grid on the pavement next to the driveway. I was curious about it as I went over the curb and scraped the bottom of the bike :-0 I’ve done that before so I knew it wasn’t that bad but still.

I exited at King’s Mill and checked out the park from the road. If you’ve been to Paramount’s King’s Dominion here in Virginia you’d recognize the green tower.
I checked out the Harley Dealer (Aces & Eights) that was located outside the park but didn’t see anything worth picking up.

Finally, at 13:55 I pulled in, paid my $10 parking fee and parked the bike. One of the security guys came over and we chatted for a minute. He was interested in the TourMaster pack and tank bag. When I got the bike covered and cinched down I popped out the cell-phone and called Rita. While I chatted and headed for the main gate a guy with his kid in tow stopped me and asked if I wanted a ticket.

One of his kids guests and bailed and he didn’t want to just blow off the ticket. Since I was by myself he offered it to me for $20. I went ahead and gave him $20 and headed up to the entrance.

Before I went in, I dropped off my pocket knife at the security window.

I went through the gates and the ticket was good. It was a little drizzly and thunder was rolling. I didn’t see any lightning though.

I wandered through the park a bit until I found “The Beast”. It’s on the top ten list of great wooden roller coasters and it’s why I stopped by.

When I headed in to the line one of the line guards was telling folks that lightning had just hit and that the ride was paused. They would start the ride 5 minutes after the last lightning bolt hit. So I stood in line and waited, watching the stupid TV’s. Eventually the ride started and we headed up. They must have seen the line of people and opened up the inner gates.

I waited in the “front half” line. There are two lines, one for the front half of the car and one for the back half. After a short time I was in the line for the front seat. About 20 minutes after getting in line I was up and in the front seat ready to go.

This is a 7000′ wooden coaster with two tunnels and lasts about 5 minutes. It was a great ride! I kept my hands up and knees locked under the hand bar. On the second loop the guy at the controls kept saying to keep your arms down so I lowered them a little and he stopped 🙂 In the second tunnel I had to lower my arms to be straight out in front of me instead of up since the tunnel was so low.

Finally at the end we got out and headed down to the pictures but I had my arms in front of my face at the first downhill so I didn’t buy the picture.

I checked out the other rides in the park but didn’t see anything else that appealed to me and I left the park. I stopped by the security window but couldn’t find my ticket. I mentioned it to the security guy and he said that they found the ticket. Fortunately it was the same guy and he gave me back my knife.

It was still a little wet when I got to the bike so I put on my rain gear. When I finally was ready to bail it was 16:30. I got back on the freeway and headed to Indiana. I picked up a few rocks including one that whacked the right side of my nose.

At one of the gas stops I called Rita and asked her to check for a Motel room in Shelbyville. She found one but when I stopped again for gas it was a nice day so I went camping instead.

Rita checked around and found “Fairland RV Park” just off the next exit. I pulled in, paid my 10 bucks and picked my campsite next to the lake. There were some folks parked at the lake with some of the cloth fold up seats. A guy with his wife walked up while I was looking over the place and we chatted (he was missing all of his front teeth top and bottom). He said that he was a biker and that his bike was in the trailer. If I needed some help with my bike he’d be happy to provide it and they wandered off.

I went out and grabbed dinner. When I got back I set up the tent and covered the bike. Again the wooden sidestand plate helped again as I was parked on the grass.
I sat outside on the park table and updated the journal. There were some guys at the lake (about 20′ in front of me) chatting and a couple were over fishing on the other side of the van.

After the third mosquito attack (she had to be sucking bone marrow or cartilege; she was in the finger joint) I retreated into the tent and got ready to sleep. It was about 20:30. I shut out the light and got comfortable. After a bit the guys with the pick-up cranked up the country tunes and the party got started. It’s Saturday Night in the RV park. About 10 minutes after that I put in my ear plugs and went to sleep.

That worked until just after midnight when a fight broke out. From what I can tell during the drunken fight one of the guys got kicked in the head. He and (picture the sound of a 15 year old fat kid; high pitched yelling) perhaps his wife were yelling that “motherfucker, I want you out”. I took out one earplug to listen. There were lights shining and people walking around. At one point the guy asked about my tent but the wife said that “it’s the biker” and they left me alone. One of the more interesting comments was the guy yelling that he had a gun too (!). I had my hand on the cell in case shots rang out.

I went back to sleep.

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Northern Ride – Day 1

Posted on August 8, 2003 by Freejack

August 8th
13:45-18:18
Washington DC to Friendville MD
178 Miles

Before I left on the trip I called my first stop, the state park in Ohio. On the positive side, it’s a large park with lots of sites. On the negative side, they’re all full for the night. Guess I should have called sooner.

At 13:45 I started gathering my stuff and walked out the door. It took two trips since I had all my gear and the bike was in the bike lot.

By 14:31 I was on the bike and on my way. I followed the directions given by the Microsoft Streets & Trips and realized that the times in the directions were very optimistic. I made it to the beltway at 15:14. Traffic was about average I guess for a Friday afternoon.

There were a couple of slow downs on the way out, particularly at the places you’d expect. Turn offs and lane losses. No accidents or anything.

At the Rt 68 turnoff it looked like rain ahead so I pulled off and put on my gear. It was at an exit ramp where the left turn was towards town but the right was a short dead-end. I expected I’d get pretty good at getting my gear on 🙂

One of the first things I learned about with the rain suit was that if you didn’t fully seal the arm and neck holes, you’d get balloon (from the air getting into your arms) and you’d get wet.

After a bit I pulled off and removed the suit. I realized after leaving it on for a bit that it gets fairly sweaty if it’s not raining/cold. A bit later it started raining again so I stopped at an underpass and put on my gear again. This takes between 20 and 30 minutes to get it out and on.

About 30 minutes before I stopped, I felt a pop in my back. I thought it was one of the bungie cords slipping out of its hook. I reached back and felt around a little but couldn’t find anything loose. I had two bungie cords for each bag and a strap for the side stuff (leathers and tent).

About 10 minutes later I felt a sharp pain in about the same place. On that one I thought for sure a cord had released. It was very sharp.

So, by 18:18 it was raining, I was wet and I realized I wasn’t going to get even close to my target stopping site. I spied an exit and pulled off in Friendsville Md. I stopped at the first place and, dripping wet, asked if they had a room. Unfortunately they were booked up but she called the other place and they had a couple of rooms. So I stopped at “Sunset Inn” in Friendsville Md.

It was upstairs and overlooked the pool. The parking lot was rocks and the small wooden kickstand I “made” (10 seconds on the table saw) was useful. I stripped the gear off and covered the bike.

When I took the gear off of the bike I found that the left buckle that I had used a strap on had broken and, while I could find some pieces of the buckle, I didn’t find the strap. I figured it was gone.

I walked down to the town (about 1/2 mile) and to the grocery store. There were no restaurants in town and it looked like everything was closing up. The grocery store had most of the lights out and when I walked by the back room there was a poker/dice game going on (picture of 4 or 5 guys and one with money in his hand). I walked around a couple of times and finally grabbed a premade deli-sandwich, a bag of chips and a Diet-Coke.

I commented that I hoped I wasn’t holding her up, she said that I would be the first customer of the following morning.

Anyway, I walked back up the hill to my room. It was dark and a little rainy. The hills looked cool with clouds hovering around the tops.

When I got done with “dinner”, I undressed and because of the strap, checked out my back. There were three red insect bite-size marks in the middle of my back. I took a quick picture.

I put my wet gloves on top of the light fixture hoping to dry them out. After a while I turned them over. It turns out that this isn’t such a great idea since my left glove looks like it shrunk. It took a couple of hours the next day to get them comfortable again (the right glove needed to be stretched out a little).

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Northern Ride – Planning

Posted on August 7, 2003 by Freejack

Trip to Boise and Back

On August 8th, I’m heading out to Boise for my first really lengthy motorcycle ride.

Mostly I commute on my Harley but I’ve done some lengthy rides. My first long distance ride was on my Honda 360 back in the 70’s. I rode to a gaming convention in Pennsylvania. It wasn’t all that long a ride, probably all of 4 hours but I was hating life after the ride. So much so that I cut short my stay.

These past couple of years though I’ve really been hitting the road which includes a trip to Daytona (2000 miles in 4 days round trip) and a trip to Deal’s Gap (1200 miles in 2 1/2 days) so it looks like I can handle around 400 miles in a day and maybe even 500 with some planning.

For this trip, it’s going to be around 2700 miles to Boise so I’m planning on 7 days for the ride. I have to be in Boise not later than Friday the 15th.

See The Route To Boise for the mapquest maps (stupid site) and some brief info.

For the return trip I’ll be heading to The Great White North. That’s right, a trip through Canada. Basically around The Great Lakes and then south home. That’s going to be around 3000 miles.

With side trips and lolly-gagging along, I expect to be home sometime on the 24th although I’d like to be home on the 23rd.

In planning this trip, I intend on hitting camp grounds at least two out of every three days. To save money but also to enjoy the outdoors.

I’ve been poking around the ‘net looking for equipment and lists of suggested stuff to bring along. There are some interesting items such as Microwave Ovens.

I’ve compiled and condensed the lists into these pages. While I’ve removed the duplicates and things I won’t be too hard up without (after all, I’m not conquering the wilderness; there’ll be a Wal*Mart everywhere, I just don’t want to have to stop and buy things all the time), I may still reduce the load a bit depending on how this weekend (the 2nd of August) ride with the proposed load goes.

Anyway, I’ll be adding information below either from the road (unlikely) or at each end of the trip since they have a computer.

One of the things I was planning on was to take a few pictures at minimum every hour. Especially at Sturgis and the surrounding countryside.

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Northern Ride – Route

Posted on August 7, 2003 by Freejack

The Route to Boise

First leg: DC to Wheeling WV via Morgantown WV: 287.23 miles, 4 hours 53 minutes.

Leaving work at 2pm and heading towards a state park on the other side of Wheeling.

Second leg: Wheeling WV to Cincinnati Oh: 225.7 miles, 3 hours 43 minutes.

I’m actually heading for the King’s Park amusement park to ride The Beast rollercoaster.

Third leg: Cincinnati Oh to Madison WS: 448.14 miles, 7 hours 22 minutes.

I might try a jog to Milwaukee who knows.

Fourth leg: Madison WS to Sioux Falls SD: 437.48, 7 hours 10 minutes.

Fifth leg: Sioux Falls SD to Sturgis SD: 483.54 miles, 8 hours 52 minutes.

Actually the ride to Sturgis is faster but I’m going to hit the Badlands NP.

Sixth leg: Sturgis SD to Canyon Junction Wy: 456.75 miles, 9 hours 9 minutes

Seventh leg: Junction Wy to Boise Id: 427.41 miles, 8 hours 14 minutes

Total mileage: 2766.25

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Deal’s Gap

Posted on May 24, 2003 by Freejack

Hi all. Back from 12 days of vacation. Of that, I was only able to ride over Memorial Day so here’s a brief ride report (and no, I didn’t want to do Rolling Thunder Storms again this year 🙂

Goal: Avoid the rains, get out of town.
Destination: Deal’s Gap (1,400 mile round trip)
Depart: 2pm Friday
Return: 6pm Sunday

I bagged up my clothes and chaps into a laundry bag and then into a plastic trash bag. It was tied up and mounted under my tailbag. Boris the Spider had been my tailgunner for a month or so and continued for this trip. I also used a tank bag which had my camera, cell, plugs, moto mags, maps and various other small items. I bought a couple of mini-locks for the tank bag and used cable ties to secure the bag. Nothing I would leave overnight but I could hit the bathroom at a rest stop or grab lunch without worrying that it’d take a walk.

I tried to pack my other helmet but there wasn’t a good place to put it so I left it behind. I grabbed my cable lock and a handful of rubber gloves. Ironically I forgot just about all of my other gloves so I stopped at Whitts in Manassas to pick up a pair of “waterproof/windproof” gloves.

For my riding gear, I had my boots and wet weather gear. My leather jacket was under the blue rain coat and I had the hood up and tied down. I also used my 5/8ths helmet and aviator goggles. I tried to find one of my scarves (red or blue) but Rita’d packed them away. The only thing she had was her purple scarf so I snagged it and tied it around my neck. I used it to cover my face below the goggles. Drizzle can be distracting 🙂

I was able to leave on time which was a first. Maybe because I set the departure time to 2pm.

It was more drizzly than rainy. I headed out to Rt 28 and then south on 29 until I got to North Carolina. Instead of going to Greensboro, I took a shortcut to 40W at Winston-Salem. I started looking for a motel but found them all full up. After the third or fourth one, I found out that there was a cup race and that I should try the other side of Hickory. I called my wife and had her checking 40W motels to find a room. Meanwhile I kept going. Finally on the other side of Hickory and two exits east of Morgontown I found a Red Roof Inn that had a room. I unpacked the bike and got set up.

I put a chair in front of the heater and put my wet clothes and boots in front of it. I put my gloves on top of the bathroom door and moved the door under the heat lamp to dry and sat down to read on of my moto mags. After a few minutes I checked the gloves and found they were steaming/smoking so I moved them back a few inches.

The next day I headed west on 40 and then south on 74 (I think) to Rt 28. 28 to 143 to 129 and I’m in town. Lots of bikes both on the way in and in town itself.

I headed west on 129. There was someone behind me on a bike but he was the only one. I’m a little uncomfortable when someone is riding behind me, I’m not sure why. In a few minutes we caught up with three “wheelchairs”; Goldwings that had training wheels (a device where you can back your bike onto this contraption that converts your bike to a trike in 5 minutes; I saw them at the bike show a month or so back). As they took corners, the opposite wheel would raise into the air a couple of inches.

When we hit the white bridge, I saw three sport bikes coming from the other side. The last guy wheelied and then we were at the tail of The Dragon.

After a few minutes of following the wheelchairs, I pulled off to the side and let them get a few minutes ahead of me. I was able to get a little better lean until I caught them again. They and the other bike pulled into the gas station where there were 150 or so other bikes. I kept going though.

I was able to ride most of the rest of the way without being slowed down by someone in front. A couple of times I moved to the right and waved the sportbikes to pass me. At several locations there were people sitting on the side of the road filming people coming over the hill or around the bend. There was a yellow Porche Boxter in front of me at one point with another car filming him; a regular motion picture type camera with mounting rails on the car. They tried to wave me by but I wasn’t interested in passing on a double yellow and curves. Eventually they pulled off and I was able to continue on.

At Fontana Dam, I pulled off and took some pictures of the bikes parked there. One of the guys took a few of me by my bike.

Oh yea, I probably kept it at 2nd gear the whole way and dragged right peg twice. I noticed that I was much more confident when making right turns than making a left, hence the right peg dragging and not the left.

When I got to the bottom of the run I was looking for Deal’s Gap Resort; basically I wanted a t-shirt and maybe a map of the run so I had good information. I never saw it and eventually stopped at a gas station. In the meantime I saw three ambulances, 4 cops and a pickup all with flashing lights and all heading back to The Dragon. Someone (or more) had probably gone over the edge.

I really enjoyed the ride on 129. An extended roller coaster ride without the safety harness 😉

I continued on heading towards Knoxville Tn. I was looking for Rt 40 and mistakenly turned onto 140 West. Since the difference was only a few minutes I just kept going and made a right on 40. I followed it up to 75 north. I was going to hit the Harley Dealer and pick up a light bulb; my right running light had gone out but I missed the exit. The next dealer was in Paintsville but I got there too late.

I have to say that the roads were great. Four lanes and at long stretches there wasn’t any traffic. It made for a nice ride.

I turned at London Ky and headed up the Davy Crockett Parkway; a toll road. In Hazard I got back on 80 and headed up to Louisa and eventually Huntington WV. Unfortunately again I couldn’t find a room. Rally Across America. I kept going until just west of Charleston (St. Alban I think) and they cancelled a room (9pm).

Sunday morning I headed out to go home. Somewhere by Beckley I encountered a smallish looking bike that had camo paint and Kanjii (or some Asian type script) on the side. I was very angly; like a stealth plane. In the Motorcyclist mag I had, I think it was one of the newer bikes in the 600cc range with Canadian tags. Anyway, we played tag until the rest area when I pulled off and we waved at each other.

Along the way I was passing a white family car with a couple of girls in the back (10 or 12 or maybe 10 and 12). They were jumping and waving at me as I went by so I stuck my thumb on my nose and waggled my fingers at them. Probably made their day 🙂

Once I hit 81N in Virginia, I knew I was back. Rude driving. People parked in the left lane. Weaving traffic. At the next stop I put my reflective vest back on in defense. I also noticed that my rear left turn signal was out as was my right front running light. Three failed lights. Must be the vibration.

I was going to hit 211 at 81 but there was a big backup at Harrisonburg so I pulled off and found 33E. I got on Skyline drive ($5 bucks) and headed down to 211. The ride down there was ok but there were two cars and a bike in front of me so we kept it slow.

I connected with 29N, made a right on 234 and headed home.

This is just the beginning of the ride report. I’ll flesh it out with more observations and anecdotes and post it to my ‘blog. I post the URL here when it’s ready.

Later (260 messages; jeeze you haven’t been busy, eh? 🙂

Carl

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Daytona Beach

Posted on March 3, 2002 by Freejack

Disclaimer: This ride description is about my experiences. The purpose of the ride was to see Daytona Beach and to drive as far as I could in the time I had. I took a week off with the intention of completing an Ironbutt ride, wandering around in Florida, and perhaps hitting some of the sights in south Florida. Unfortunately, mainly due to the weather, I was only able to ride and wasn’t able to do any sight seeing.

The ride itself was from Woodbridge Virginia, south on I-95 to I-85 south of Richmond, through North and South Carolina into Georgia to Atlanta. From there, I-75 to Tampa Florida, Rt 4 to Lakeland where my wife’s sister lives. East around Orlando to Cocoa Beach, north to Daytona Beach, and finally I-95 north from Florida, through Georgia, South Carolina, North Carolina, and into Virginia to home.

If you’ve been on these roads, you’ll understand that there’s really not much in the way of scenery. I choose these routes for speed and distance.

Now pull up a chair, the drinks are on me.

In preparation for the ride to Florida I bought chaps and a tank bag. The bag arrived in plenty of time but the chaps did not arrive before I left (hell, they’re still not here).

I intended to leave at 5am on Saturday but a review of the weather forecast Friday night found rain up and down the east coast lasting until Monday morning. So I worked on finding some additional stuff and making sure I had everything I’d needed for the trip. It was supposed to be cold, 27 degrees Monday morning and 19 degrees in Atlanta Tuesday morning. I did not intend to be in Atlanta Tuesday morning but it’s best to plan ahead.

Bright and early at 5am on Monday morning I got dressed at my warmest. 2 layers of clothes, wet weather pants, and leather jacket. I wrapped my scarf around my face, put on my helmet and ski gloves, and headed to the gas station.

I’ve been riding to work all winter. A couple of times it was colder than Monday so I expected to have to stop and warm up my hands fairly often. I had my windguards on the bike hand grips which stopped most of the cold from reaching my fingers but some always does.

So I gassed up the bike and headed south. The weather was clear and cold as I expected. It was very cold. I briefly considered returning to my warm bed.

I stopped at 6am at the rest area. I planned on stopping about every hour to warm up and phone home. It was already pretty cold.

I stopped at the first rest area on I85, about 2 hours into the ride. My toes were getting numb. It felt like someone was holding a “cold poker” against the bottom of my feet and my fingers were numb. I think the “cold poker” I was feeling was the metal support piece in the arch of the boots. Just like you shouldn’t wear steel toed boots, I will need to find boots that don’t have this support feature, at least for cold weather riding.

I walked around warming up for about 20 minutes, phoned my wife and then hopped on the bike and hit the road again.

After 30 minutes or so, I stopped for gas, walked around a bit and hit the road again.

At 8:30 I stopped again and warmed up. The sun was up but it wasn’t much warmer. I hadn’t seen any other bikes on the road. I threw on a second pair of socks hoping for additional warmth.

I stopped again at the visitor’s center for North Carolina. I hit the center and found that they had a fire going. I chatted with the ladies behind the counter and warmed my feet and hands. I was getting used to having cold feet and hands.

It never got real warm throughout that day. I planned on having a Power Bar for lunch but I was so cold I stopped at a Wendy’s to warm up. The guy behind the counter offered me coffee in addition to my food order but I turned it down. I don’t drink coffee, and in addition, the Ironbutt advises not to drink caffeine because of the following crash.

I warmed up as best I could and hit the road again heading south hunting for warmer weather. One of the cool things I found was that as semi’s passed me, my left foot would be pushed down and I’d gain about 5 MPH in speed. But I’d read about the accidents and deaths caused by crap falling off of trucks (brakes, tire treads, etc) so I moved to the left or right so that I wasn’t too close.

At one of the stops in a shopping center parking lot, I met Leroy. As we talked, he mentioned that his father lived in DC, Apt 37 in SE. He wanted to know if I knew him since he’s a real friendly guy. We chatted a bit more, shook hands, and I saddled up again.

Because I had to keep stopping to warm up, I continued to fall behind in my time. By the time I hit Atlanta, it was 6:00pm. I wanted to be there at 2pm. Rush hour in Atlanta was lots better than in the DC area.

It was getting dark and becoming colder. I would refuel or hit a rest stop, warm up with the hand warmer in the bathroom, hit the road again and start shaking. After a few miles down the road, the shaking would subside. I figured I was hovering on the border of Hypothermia and hoping for the ride to get warmer.

Eventually 14 hours into the ride and just north of Macon (Forsyth), I gave up. I hit one of the cheap motels and got a room. I was pushing hard because of the Ironbutt, because of the 19 degree forecast in the morning, and because I expected it to warm up as I went south.

Unfortunately, while parking the bike (“park it on the sidewalk, don’t take one of the parking spots”), I dropped her. It took me a couple of attempts when one of the other guests ran over and helped me get her back up on her “feet”. After profuse thanks and a failed attempt to restart the engine, I pushed her over to a parking spot and began unpacking.

I took off the tank bag, sleeping bag and tent, and unpacked my saddlebags. One of the desk clerks had turned the heat on high in my room. I peeked out the window where the bike fell and spyed something on the ground. I went and got the broken off end (about 2 inches) of the front brake handle.

I also checked the bike over to make sure that was the only problem. I found that I was able to start her again so I was happy again.

I headed over to snag dinner. It was 7:30pm. I snagged some tacos from Taco Hell, called my wife from a pay phone (the room phone didn’t work), and headed back to my room. I tried the warm bath item my wife suggested but I was shaking so hard after the bath that I thought it made the cold worse.

I set the alarm for 5am, climbed into bed, and watched TV as I eventually warmed up.

At 4:47 the next morning, I woke up. I got ready to go, packed up my stuff, threw on two pair of socks, refilled my liter water bottle (I kept it on the “dash”, the spot behind the windshield but in front of the handlebars), checked out, and headed off.

While it didn’t appear to have rained, when I got on the road south I think the road was a little damp. I hadn’t put on my wet weather pants but I had two pair of pants and two shirts (as well as the long underwear). I also put on two pair of socks.

I also had to keep pushing my face shield up because it was fogging up so much. It was bitterly cold Tuesday morning and it was brought home when I stopped after the first hour of riding. The liter of water I kept on the “dash” was frozen slush.

I threw on my wet weather pants and top which actually helped a great deal. So much so that at about 8:30am, I stopped at a Wal*Mart and bought some latex gloves. I put the store bags on my feet between the two pairs of socks and I put the latex gloves over my wool liners on my light riding gloves. I put the leather shells over the modified gloves and hit the road again.

I was significantly warmer in my feet and hands. I wish I had thought of this Monday morning. You can bet I’ll remember it next time.

The day warmed up as I headed south. I began seeing bikes heading north, both ridden on being “trailered”.

As I passed through Ocala, I figured that I’d take a short cut down 98 to Lakeland. It was approaching 1pm and I was supposed to be at Lakeland before 2pm. After pulling off, I decided to ride the last hour without my helmet. It was nice enough and I had been fairly warm for the last couple of hours.

So, I rode the rest of the way helmetless.

After a couple of wrong turns I found my way to my destination, greeted my wife’s relatives, unpacked, and we wandered around town.

I won’t go into boring detail here since this is more of a ride report than a family newsletter.

I checked the weather for Daytona on Tuesday and found that there were going to be thunderstorms on Thursday. Ok, not too bad. I’ll hit Daytona Beach in the morning, head south to Cocoa Beach, hang out in camp for a day, cruise south Friday, and head home wanding through Daytona again on my way north.

Before I left Wednesday morning, I checked the weather one more time. Thunderstorms Thursday and rain Friday. Well, while I could handle waiting a day and wandering around, I really didn’t want to hang out two days and head north Saturday or Sunday especially since it was supposed to rain in DC on Saturday and Sunday. So I altered my route a bit, headed directly to Cocoa Beach via 4, the toll road around Orlando, and the “Bee Line” toll road to Cocoa Beach.

My wife wanted me to pick up a Cocoa Beach Ron Jon sticker. Yep, it was the only reason I was heading to Cocoa beach.

I got the stickers, post cards, and a t-shirt and headed north on Rt 1.

I’d been seeing more bikes as I headed to Daytona on 4 and again as I headed north on Rt 1.

As I got into Daytona South, there were bikes all around. Parked on the road, in parking lots, and in traffic. I did notice lots of vacancy signs on the motels. There were a few no vacancy signs.

I spotted a vendor area in a shopping center lot and pulled in. I hopped off the bike and wandered around. There were trikes for sale, both the converted type and the actual built as trikes (VW engine and V-Twin engine).

I thought of my wife who doesn’t like to ride because she’s so short and can’t see around me. These built trikes had a very low driver seat and a passenger seat that sat fairly high. An interesting alternative that would let her enjoy the ride more.

As much as I’d hate to trade in my new bike, I also don’t want to spend all of my time on the bike by myself. I’ll have to think about alternatives. We’re also considering trading the more expensive bike for two less expensive bikes that equal the cost of the Hog.

I picked up a t-shirt (not a Daytona one) and a California flag, either for a bike flag pole, or even better, as a centerpiece for my vest.

Up the road again. I stopped in at a pharmacy and picked up some earplugs. I noticed a higher than normal ringing in my ears and decided that protection would be a good idea.

So I headed north again. I hadn’t seen much in the way of events and didn’t see as many bikes as I thought I’d see. The lady at the pharmacy commented that many of the bikers had gone to the Orlando Bike Week instead of the Daytona one. I couldn’t tell if she was pleased or not.

Towards the north side of Daytona, I found the Harley area but nothing in the way of parking. I was reaching the end of the time I’d planned on spending in Daytona because of the weather and continued on north.

Fortunately the weather was a bit warmer so for a few miles outside of Daytona but before Jacksonville, I went helmetless again.

There was a shortish traffic stop outside of Jacksonville. Construction shortened it from three lanes to two and an accident delayed traffic.

I continued on around Jacksonville, up into Georgia until I was a little south of Savannah. I hit a Motel 6 and stopped for the night.

The next day, I hit the road at 6am and headed north. The weather was fairly nice. I was able to use my light riding gloves most of the way.

Somewhere around Fayetteville, I ran out of gas and had to use the reserve. That hadn’t happened on the whole trip. I pulled off at the next gas station and ran my card. Whoops, the card failed as well. There goes lunch.

I called a couple of buddies at the office and had them throw a couple of bucks in my account. Good friends are hard to find.

I hit South of The Border and picked up a t-shirt for Victor and headed off again.

When I made it to Virginia, I stripped down to my flannel shirt and jacket and just the single pair of pants.

It was 5:30pm by the time I made it home.

My starting milage was 7730. My ending milage was 9855. Over two thousand miles in 4 days. And I enjoyed every minute of the ride, even the cold.

Next time I think I’ll be looking for the electric gloves and socks and highway bars with soft lowers.

Have a great day and if you hung out this long listening to my story, have another beer on me.

Carl

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America’s 911 Ride

Posted on November 12, 2001 by Freejack

rec.motorcycles.harley #395301 (1 + 2494 more)
From: Carl Schelin
Subject: America’s 911 Ride (very long)
Lines: 265
Date: Mon Nov 12 19:03:37 EST 2001

Hey all,

I’m back and the drinks are on me. Diet Coke for me bartender.

I just did a quick scan back and didn’t see anything about this weekend’s ride. I’m not sure if no one knew, cared, haven’t had a chance, or what so here’s my ride report.

URL:http://www.americas911ride.org there are pictures up now.

I’ve been trying to get my wife out on a group ride. Arguments mainly being that it’d be safer in a group and she’d enjoy the ride better than alone.

She must have heard this on the local classic rock station (94.7) because she brought the web site to my attention.

The purpose of the ride, as stated on the site, was to honor the folks who gave their lives in New York and the Pentagon and to _bring_ funds to New York instead of sending money.

So we made our arrangements, grabbed our gear, and headed to DC Saturday morning. (By the way, I think we were one of the few with orange vests on over our jackets, in case you were there and saw us.)

It was a bit on the nippy side so I had my longies on as well as my belly belt. We pulled in at the Washington Monument and there were probably 1000 bikes of all types and styles. I wandered around looking for someone I might know and the wife headed to the porta-potties.

I get the feeling the coordinator didn’t expect so many folks to show up. There were three porta-potties and only two were in use. The third one being locked. Rita said that while she was waiting, a police office came up to cut the lock off of the third one when a lady from the teepee (there’s a teepee set up on the lawn) ran up and said that the porta-potties were hers and that she was letting us use two of them out of the kindness of her heart. I say we raise a glass for her right now (_salute_).

We had a blessing of the bikes at pretty close to the official kick-off (10am) and Rita trotted up a few minutes later. We got geared up and hopped on the bike.

As we were pulling out of our parking place, I saw someone’s white and power blue bike start forward (about 20 bikes up from us) and almost tip over. A couple of guys grabbed it and helped him get it up. Close call.

So we headed out of the parking lot, to the right. As we were making our right turn on 14th street, my right floorboard dragged on a hump in the road. Pretty heavily too.

We went up behind the Holocaust Museum and on to 395, police escort all the way. We hit the Baltimore-Washington Parkway and headed north. At times we were hitting 80 mph to catch up with the pack. At other times, we were inching along with the accordion effect.

We got stuck in traffic up towards 695 (Baltimore Beltway) as the police stopped the folks in the right lane. We slid over to the right as we got there and headed out at speed again.

We zipped up to the exit for 95 north (nice curved exit) and headed through Baltimore. Along the way the police were stopped at entrance ramps to 95 stopping oncoming traffic. At places, people were standing outside their cars and waving at us as we drove by. It had to be impressive (and a little annoying) to see all those bikes going by but it was exciting.

We approached the first toll booth. Back at the beginning, everyone paid for the tolls up front. They tied an orange plastic tape around everyone’s arm. This was so they could count the riders as they went through the booths.

At the first booth, the Maryland Police paid for all the tolls so we all drove right through. Raise a glass for the Maryland Police (_salute_).

From there we headed to our first stop. Maryland House service area. This completed the first leg of the trip. 72 miles according to the web site and it took about two hours to get there. We were running behind schedule since we were supposed to be there at about 11:15 or so.

We all hit the pumps, bathrooms, and food areas. I took my long john top off and we all took about a 30 minute break. Several of the folks at the area stopped us and asked what we were doing.

At the end of 30 minutes, we all gathered our gear, hopped on the bikes, and moved out.

Again, the police were blocking traffic. At the next service area, they were at the exit ramp, forcing the cars over to the side of the road.

The next leg was about 40 miles and the stop was at Mike’s Famous Harley-Davidson in Delaware. There isn’t really much to say about this leg. When we stopped at Mike’s, we pulled off of 95, around the front of Mikes, looped around to the back and to the front of the parking lot. The folks there gave us a ticket for a free fountain soda and 15% off of merchandise at Mike’s.

I got in line for hotdogs and Rita headed in for the sodas. She didn’t like the line and bailed.

We went into Mike’s and checked out the store. One guy came up to the cashier with about 200 bucks of t-shirts. I was checking out the bikes (there were about 30 on the floor) and saw the one I have (’02 FLSTC) going for $23,999. The FLSTCI was marked at $23,499. I wanted to pick up a leather vest but not for $200, thank you very much.

Still, it was an interesting place, with lots of cool stuff.

We bailed from there and headed for the third stop in New Jersey.

We headed up to 195, 130, 1/9 and towards New York.

The police would ride up to the lights and keep people from going through the intersection. Then they would fly by us at a pretty good clip to the next light. At some points, they would force cars to the side of the road. We got separated from the front of the pack by some lights that weren’t blocked or by someone who moved into the flow and stopped for the light. A couple of times, the two rows of bikes split to either side of the stopped cars so we could continue on.

I saw several riders stopping at gas stations.

We hit the third stop, a small gas station where we overwhelmed them with our service. Several folks were pointed to another gas station a couple of miles up the road. When we got to the pump, I found that the nozzle leaked gas on my tank. We whipped out our rags and stemmed the flow. We paid the guy but he didn’t have any change so we got the tank for 3 bucks.

Several of the guys couldn’t wait for the gas station bathroom so headed out behind the station to take leaks. No no, we didn’t take any pictures 🙂

One of the organizers (Ted maybe?) hopped out as we were getting ready to go and apologized for us getting split up. He told us that he would personally run the cars off of the road if they got in our way again.

So we headed off again on the final leg of our journey to New York.

It was getting dark as we came over to bridge leading to New York. We stopped at the beginning of the Holland Tunnel as toll arrangements were made. The picture at the lower left (the dark one) might have even been us sitting and waiting.

Once that was taken care of, we headed in. It was the loudest most awe-inspiring sound you’ve probably ever heard.

As we hit Manhattan, Rita had us pull out of the pack and head to our lodgings. The YMCA at 63rd Street and 8th Ave just off of Central Park. Going up 8th Ave was quite interesting as traffic was everything you might expect. There was a crane in the middle of the street and we were close to be nudged several times by the cabbies.

We found the YMCA, got our keys, and dragged our stuff to our room. Bunk beds, a TV, and a bathroom/shower down the hall. The height of luxury.

We headed out to New York and grabbed something to eat. We wandered around a bit and headed back to our room. We watched TV for an hour or so and hit the sack.

My sleep was broken several times by me trying to wake up. I thought we were still on the road and I was forcing myself to wake up before I hit the guy in front of me. That was a restless night.

In the morning (6:30am), we got up and headed out to the city. We hit breakfast at Cafe Edison on 47th street and took in some sights.

We hit the subway and headed down to Ground Zero. The concrete dust was blowing around, getting in your eyes. The police were blocking access to the site so we skirted around. We stopped at the church with all the signs on the fence and read them. Some of the faces I saw as we walked around were very grim. Others were just tourists (“quick, get a picture of me with the WTC behind me”).

As we hit the side where Battery Park is, we were able to see what was left of the World Trade Center. It was sobering, I’m sure.

We went down to Battery Park and looked out to Lady Liberty and Ellis Island.

We headed back uptown. We stopped in at Lincoln Center (we were across the street from it) and one of the Trump buildings. We went back to our room (the bike was still there in front and totally unmolested), grabbed our stuff, suited up and headed home.

We left at about noon and headed out Lincoln Tunnel to the NJ Turnpike. We hit the first service area, stopped in line behind some other riders but decided to head to the next one because of the lines.

We gassed up at the second one and headed south. We skipped the third one but stopped at the fourth. There were three bikes there that we saw and more pulled up as we were hanging around. One of them was the guy we were riding behind on one of the legs north. As he put on a second pair of pants and socks (it was quite cold going home), he brought us up to speed on his adventures from when we split off.

There was some further delay after getting in to Manhattan before they finally hit their rooms.

In the morning, the riders went down to the same church we were at (but later in the morning) and left a sign (you’ll see it in the pictures). Then they were escorted out of New York. I’ll let someone who was there detail that part if they want.

For the rest of the trip down the Turnpike, I used the thumb wheel (cruise control 🙂 which actually worked pretty well. The quick spin off at the toll booth was interesting though.

At the first toll booth we were ready and had the money out, but at the next couple, I had to take off my gloves and get the money out and keep moving. An experience I’m sure many of you have experienced.

We stopped at Maryland House again on the way south and took a few minutes break. The sun was almost down in our eyes and it was colder. Rita threw on another pair of pants, a shirt, and had a towel under her jacket to keep warm.

We hit the road again and caught up with three other riders. We pulled in behind them and kept up with the pack, safety in numbers don’t you know. When we got to the last toll booth, I pulled up next to the last rider and basically asked if they didn’t mind if I tagged along. He said sure and shouted to Nick at the front. We had our dollar out and ready for the booth but apparently Nick paid for us too. We didn’t expect it but wish to express our thanks for his generosity and want to raise a glass to Nick and the others (_salute_).

As we were pulling out, I experienced something that I’d read about, and even tried to be careful about all the other times. We slid a bit in the slick at the booth. The guy next to us pulled over just past the booth. We stopped to make sure everything was ok and he was just putting his glove back on. We were almost clipped by a car as we stopped.

We picked up the other riders on the other side of the tunnel and headed through Baltimore and south on 95. Just past the rest area, the guy at the rear peeled off and left. Home or gas, we didn’t know.

At the 95/495 turn off, Nick headed west and we headed east. We headed on to the beltway and took off ourselves at 295. We waved at the last guy while we hit the exit ramp.

We went down New York Ave to 385. Damn near got hit at “The Mixing Bowl” by two cars who were arguing about who should be in the left lane. We hopped off at the Fairfax Parkway, hit Rt. 1 and headed home.

All in all, it was an interesting trip since it was my very first group ride. The police blocking traffic for us was an experience. Rita loved the ride up and complained about our speed on the way home. In a pack at 80 is one thing. On our own at 75 is a bit too fast for her.

Still, I had to wipe a few tears away when I think about my friend Jeff Simpson, a VA EMT who lost his life at the WTC. It was a moving experience.

If you’re still here, raise the glass to the folks who died doing their job at the WTC (_salute_), raise a glass to the folks who died at their job and their families (_salute_), and finally, raise a glass to the veterans who died and may be dying for our country now (_Salute_).

Carl
’02 FLSTC (Natasha)

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