Thursday, December 29, 2011

New Girl Has A Nice Rack!

Yeh, a bit saucy maybe, but then so is the bike.

I wanted some way of carrying the things I would/could need and didn't want to just strap stuff to the rear seat like I have with all my other dual-sports and found a used Happy Trail pannier rack set designed for the bike off the Seattle Craigslist for a fair price and picked it up when we returned Jacqueline back to Seattle after Christmas.




Mounting it took about 15 minutes (it was way easy) and then I began thinking "ok, now what are you going to attach to it so you can carry all the crap you want as you tend to overpack for everything?".  I remembered I had two medium ALICE (All-purpose Lightweight Individual Carrying Equipment) from my Army days that I had thought about garage selling the last 10 years but never had, so I pulled those out and lined it up with the Happy Trails rack... wow, this will work!




Stripping off the pack, I attached the frame of the pack to the rack and clamped it up like it was made for it. Attached the pack and viola!, I have soft panniers.










The packs come off with 2 straps for securing (if I need to motel it a night), and if for some reason I have to hike out from somewhere, the packs have their shoulder straps that can be reattached again with all I need to be safe and  survivable (canteens, e-tool, compass, poncho w/liner, fire kit).







Now I need a name for the new girl, something that has the allure of unknown destinations in it... I think Mystique fits.



And so it begins.


Saturday, December 10, 2011

Still a Beemer Nation... Adventure Style!

Yeh, yeh, yeh....

My friend Bob said I have as big a problem as Harley riders... they won't buy anything but their brand and I won't buy anything that hasn't got a propeller on the side.

I guess he is right.

Went to see a 2006 F650GS that caught my eye... needed some tlc but had lots of potential, kind of like that Charlie Brown Christmas Tree.

I was priced fair, not a steal yet worth the money.

And it was a Beemer.

A Beemer Thumper.

And an adventure thumper to boot.

Life is too damn short not to live on the wild side.

Parked next to Mistress is like having your girlfriends running into another at the same club in a sense (these are things guys never bring up in mixed company).

The adventure spirit reawakens.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Day before Thanksgiving

So with Thanksgiving around the corner and with pies and dressing to do, I get home early embraced with a laundry list of stuff with no guarantee of uninterrupted time in the house and decide that before I get down to chores I'd rather have a break. "Want to go out on a ride?" I ask expecting the "no, it's below 50°f and too cold", but instead it's "let's go for it" so off we go for a 45 mile jaunt and test the new suspension 2-up.


I'm loving it, and so is Mrs. RedTigre. A cool 45 minutes out and a nice glass of Port upon return, easy on the soul...



Now it time to get down to business and enjoy the smells of home kitchen cooking.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

*UPDATE* New suspension



How do you improve an 850 lb. Sport Tourer?

Buy performance progressive springs (HyperPro) from Klaus (http://www.wilbersusa.com).

That, and add said springs to newer/used front and rear struts with 10k each off eBay. Find a place to do the spring swap and spend a day installing and learning this is the workout you've meant to get lately.

Holy shmoly... took the test ride today and cornering was usually 35mph in a 20-25 curve, hit the same curve at 35 mph and hmmm...there was no effort.  Went back and hit it at 40 mph... no effort.  Hit it again at 45 mph... no effort and no center stand dragging. This thing corners like it was on rails.

Not brave enough to hit it at 50... how low can you go?  Braking, tracking, bumps on bridge joints passing like they aren't there , talk about regaining control... never had Ohlins or Wilbers but for $600 total, I am pleased.

Now I just have to figure out why I failed to connect the fuel gauge... another tupperware party, there goes an hour I'll never get back.

*Update*

Yep, took apart the side tupperware and found the missing wire not connected. Had her apart, connected, and back together in 30 minutes.

I'm getting pretty good at this.  ;)

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Shock and Ahhh...... *@&#^%!

Today was the day I swapped out the full front and rear suspension. Had my new HyperPro progressive springs mounted on my low milage eBay procured struts by Wenatchee Driveline (the ONLY place in Wenatchee that would take on the project- thanks Dave!) and picked today because daylights savings is ending and I get an extra hours to be sore from the continuous up, down, kneel, floor, up, croutch "where did I put that tool, part, coffee, part, tool, etc"floor, down... damn if I don't feel old after 11 hours of this.

Why BMW Technicians get paid so well...









First, off comes all the tupperware (plastic body trim and panels), mirrors, air wings, total of 15 pieces and 42 screws. Then disconnecting the fuel tank cage and removing the tank with the fork bridge, removing the rear tire and battery, all the front and rear suspension bolts, completely breaking apart the front fork bridge and letting the front flop around while working the front strut out, raising different parts and clearing space without doing damage throughout to the radiator... and then reversing the entire enchilada.


Minus what feels like 40,000 removed parts later..


While in there I found my fuel lines were beginning to crack in places and wanted brass fuel hose connectors instead of plastic to go with my $6 a foot nylon file line.

Learned a lot, realized I'm not that 30 year old I used to be near 20 years ago, but I got it done in 10 hours.







Rear spring and strut assembly
Anxious to feel the difference when I take her on her maiden voyage with the new springs tomorrow, no extra stuff at the end so we'll see.  ;)


Front spring and strut assembly
Oh... and the front line is the fuel injection rail and the rear line the return, which matches the fuel pump lines where gravity flow is the return line... don't ask me how I now know this.  :P

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Another Year Beginning to Close...

Mid-October... yikes.

Tonnes of chores got done this weekend and I wrapped up at 1:00 with the urge to ride.  Got a text from a friend while I was working off the list but their plans were made so I went on a spur of the moment shot up around Lake Wenatchee and off to the summit of Stevens Pass on Hwy 2.

Traffic sucked, 'nuff said.

Colours rocked!!!
I love the colours up the Tumwater this time of year, coming down the canyon against the overwhelming stream of oncoming traffic kept my attention more to road than the usual relaxed pace, but pulling over enough gave me windows to the change of season that was good for the soul.
One of the things I noticed most was the spawning of Salmon all the way up the river... there was standing room only in some areas and those people that think there are not enough fish making it up and dams need to go, need another look.. and they can do it by candlelight if I had my way.



Worth every moment...

I have an upgrade lined up this Winter that will keep Mistress down for 6 weeks as I have procured replacement shocks with only 10,000 miles on them (gotta love eBay) and ordered in new HyperPro Progressive load springs that I intend to replace on my used "new" shocks (my current set have 90,000 miles on them) and rebuild the steering damper at the same time. My oil leak has resolved itself after tightening the pan bolts to spec so life is good and the upgraded suspension will keep the canyons interesting for another 90,000 miles.

Also, as I am always looking for improved riding gear, I think I have some new "under armor" in mind as Christmas comes into view (click HERE to see the vendor information on this piece of safety gear!).

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Basin Blast

After riding solo last weekend, John B. let me know that I didn't HAVE to go solo if I'd had called him and that he wanted to get out this weekend to see a friend that was riding up from the Spokane area and meet in Grand Coulee for lunch, and I could redeem myself by riding along if I were interested.  Well, always looking for redemption in any form I can find it, and that I hadn't seen Mots (Bill) since our Glenwood adventure, I worked out what the chore list was, figured it could get done Sunday, checked-in with Mrs. RedTigre (who consistently calls me names for being willing to ride without her, and committed to a Saturday ride.

I arrive at Mickey D's to find John's NT700V and a Ducati MultiStrada are the only bikes in the lot.  Hmmm... so who own's the Duc?  I met Ted inside with John and after introductions and the hint that Kevin P's flex schedule isn't fitting our ride (I think he is afraid of that factory seat on his ST1300 from our last ride), off we go.

John in Quincy outside of Ted's Storage Business
We take off from Wenatchee on the 28 to Quincy and then cut to Martin road where the canal twisties are the best in the area. n the low bank maneuvering,  I notice two things... I haven't adjusted the suspension tight enough and am scraping way too ofter in the uneven corners, and Ted's Ducati is missing some tupperware made obvious as the profile of the Duc changes in the leaning. We stop in Ephrata for John to dump some skins and while talking to Ted find out that the loss of Tupperware is form a deer impact up Badger Mountain.  Still finding the pieces from the cheapest place... bikes are a B***H to get plastic body parts for.

Out of Ephrata on the 28 to Soap Lake and Hwy 17 past Dry Falls and to the 2 and Coulee City and Banks Lake... or what is left of it anyway.  Seems that are lowering it for Dam maintenance and have dropped the lake 30 feet already... looks like Moonscape and supposed to be a fly fisherman's dream right now. Never seen the lake look like it did before the dam went in... eerie!

Back side of Grand Coulee Dam
Shooting up around the 2 to the 155 and Steamboat rock up to Electric City and the Safeway parking lot where we meet Bill and find a place for lunch. Grab some lunch at the only restaurant in town and on the way out we are discussing the route to take out and John asks a local how far/many minutes to Wilber form there. "20 mile, or minutes, take your pick" she says, so John  says to us from Wilber we'll head to Odessa and Ritz- "NO, comes back more information from our local, "Wilber Creston, Davenport and then Spokane, sheesh"! And off she goes.  So, curiosity getting the best of me, I walk over to John and ask him that the way she was talking to him I was wondering if he hadn't been married to her in a previous life!  :D

I think he was wondering the same thing.  ;)

Odessa
Off we go onto the 174 SouthEast and some gas up in Wilber, then head down the 21 to Odessa and take a break outside the Rolling Thunder Saloon. Looks like a Harley place, and I'm the only in-line 4 in the group I am wondering what trouble I am in.  Wait, I'm on a Beemer!  In Odessa! Any trouble and I'll start singing "Deutschland Über Alles" and get free beer and schnitzels so the escape plan is in place until John tells us of his East German Polizei experience, so I decide my singing of old German National songs won't work and take him up on his ice cream offer instead.




From Odessa south on the 21 we stop at the Rosenoff Road where we say goodbye to Bill as he heads East and we shoot West on Rosenoff/3/Wheeler Road into Moses Lake.  Taking 17 toward Ephrata, to the 282 and then backtracking on the 28, Martin Road (John got pretty zippy on it coming back!), Quincy, and back to Wenatchee was a kick.  Weather is turning cool but now is the time before the weather turns mean and I strip Mistress down for some new shocks and springs for the season.

Thanks for the 300+ mile invite John, it was a great ride!

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Flying Solo

Several rides fell though this weekend, but that never stops the BMW rider from knocking out near 500 miles on a lazy Sunday when everyone else bails on the weekend rides.

Tried enticing several different groups but nobody bit, so I went to bed last night thinking "where haven't I been and need to go"?

My friends talk of the Goldendale-Bickleton run and I have never gone so South is where I am headed. Coffee with Mrs. RedTigre before I head out (cold weather and a sore back have her sitting this one out) and off I go. Shooting out over the favorite route of 97 and Blewett Pass, Ellensberg onto the 82 for a Luftwaffe run down to Yakima is a start.  I top off in Union Gap and decided to try my luck heading out Ahtanum Road and blow by my mark hitting South Fork before I realize my error.  Cut back to Wiley Road and shoot south until I hit gravel (I NEED an adventure bike), then shoot back to Union Gap and then take 97 South to the White Swan cutoff.

Glenwood to Goldendale is my destination, and I work my way to Signal Peak Road and BIA 140. This is one road with absolutely no traffic! GPS says it's road all the way to Glenwood and off I go.  About 6 miles from this picture I hit a guard post  (yes, GUARD POST) set up by the Yakima Nation. A Forest Service type station is to the left with a well marked cable across the road and as I approach a woman comes out with a ranger type uniform and a notepad. "Does this road go to Glenwood and is it paved" I ask. Yes it does, but unless you are part of the nation or escorted you get no access. "Your name?" she asks. "Why does it matter if I get no access" I question?  "You are in the Nation now and I am asking". Ok... give the name and she  says "What kind of bike... ooh, BMW, very nice bike, it have a plate?"  Of course it does and she writes down the plate. So I ask, "am I getting to go through"? "No" she says, "you have to turn around".

Bullocks.

It was a nice ride up anyway...

Off I go and backtrack to White Swan and take the 220 back to the 97 and fly to Goldendale where I get to try the road of my destination, the Goldendale-Bickleton Highway.

It was everything they said... I'll detail it on my next run when I can savor it at less than 70 mph trying to be home by 6:00 PM... I should take a vacation day.  ;)

Worked my way to Mabton, hit the 241 north to the 24, followed it to the 243 then onto I90, George exit on the 281 to White Trail and the 28 into Wenatchee. 475 adventuresome miles in 10 hours.

Life in the Luftwaffe Lane.


Sunday, September 11, 2011

The Forks Fandango for Four


So, mid-week we have a meeting that pretty much ruled Nelson out. The weather was to be beyond perfect on the coast and all seemed to have had enough of the Nelson, BC area so we all agreed that the coast was to be the destination for whomever came.

We met at the Olds Station Shell (Kevin, John, Terry, Fred and I) where Fred (Deal) graciously escorted us to the top of Stevens Pass to send us off on our adventure. We packed for camping the 2-3 days, and adventure was the word of the day.  Coming into Sultan we stopped at a bakery that served breakfast and decided on substantial nourishment to send us off right.  The others ordered pancake platters while I decided on a breakfast sandwich that seemed light enough but gee... when the plates came I snickered until I saw what I had to deal with.  While others suffered I thought twice and put part of my sandwich into my fritter bag for lunch and maybe dinner later!  I've never seen so much food and the other three ate until "mercy" was called !  :D

Totally stuffed, Terry takes us on the "Old River Road".  What was that smell Terry? Schmoly-oly!! (It was) Bad enough to be stuffed to the gills, but the smells of who-knows-what came across like nobody's business!  Terry will have to write that one off on the next trip (I think he was having one of those Mukilteo flashbacks)!  His route was true to aim though, and he landed us onto the ferry dock in time to board and lift anchor before the bikes were idle for more than 30 seconds.



Hopping across to Whidbey Island was nice as we toured some areas before hopping to the main thoroughfare and waiting at the ferry to take us to Port Townsend where I met another BMW Purist... a retired teacher that rode a 1975 R90 with 77,000 miles that stretched from Guatemala to Seattle. Lots of good stories and had me longing for retirement. Once off the docks, Port Townsend to Sequim was to be less than 25 miles, which John and I agreed was cool as we hit reserve in Pt. Townsend and on the way following Terry we end up with a  shortcut that we had to back out of, and a Worldmark Tour with both the GPS economizer and the low fuel lights flashing in sync!! We were thankfully led to fuel with Terry's nose for cheap gas and slots at a casino gas station before heading heading off to the cutoff to Neah Bay and the Makah Nation.






Crescent Lake was a dream to plunk a boot into, (my only regret not doffing the textiles and dunking in) and having dinner in Sekiu refreshed us as we headed out, while John and I entertained a county mountie for a few miles (John's confidence has him taking corners to earn my AND the local establishment's attention!) and then on to Forks.



















Forks... what a happening Friday night.  Drag races at the airstrip, Bella's birthday (who is Bella?), HS football, meeting the locals, what a kick. We pulled into town to see Terry and two local law enforcement chatting...seems Terry is trying to score us some digs to place the tents and doing a fine job of it! We found out that the transit center (I had to make sure Terry heard "transit" and not "transient" before I'd offload a tent) and behind the bus terminal there was a field where we could set up. While we were setting up, we could hear engines dragging down a strip so we went to see what was up to find a comp strip set up on the airfield!  After watching several runs though the paces we went off to get some ice cream and check out the local pigskin preview going on. We also saw "Twilight" parties flowing out onto the street and simply enjoyed the best weather I have ever had on the coast.

Waking up very damp the next morning and John letting Terry and I know we each have our own talents for snoring had us off and down to Kalaloch for breakfast and then zig-zagging the Moclips Hwy and down the 109 to Copalis Beach where he made every effort to find Don, who was with his wife and their motorhome.  Kevin said we could find Don easily by all yelling "Hey Don" and listening for the motorhome that started it's engine!





We worked our way down the beach and ended up actually on the beach where I realized that the LT bears no capability to a GS as hard as one tries. We paraded on the hardpan and then Kevin heads off to the surf.  Heck, if a Honda ST1300 can do it, so can I! Since the LT has the turning radius of the Nimitz, I made a wide maneuver around him and stopped.  Realizing that I could touch flat-footed easier than normal I quickly powered forward (you don't pull forward while plowing sand) and moved on out to firmer ground. Kevin let me know I was sinking rather quickly with all 1100lbs of bike, gear, and rider bearing all weight down into a rather small per square inch tire area. Leaving the beach, we wound down and around the 109 to the 105 (I never did get my clams) to the 101 and on into Long Beach where all heck was breaking loose. Push, pull, drag, or tag, the place was hopping with the most layered versions of street rods with anything and everything in between. The weather was kicking and so were the people and rods! Terry wanted to get a coffee at the Worldmark there (Terry, I worry about you at times, my friend ;)  while we looked around. The place was packed!













We decided on heading south to Astoria, so wound our way through Ilwaco and Chinook, where as I was accelerating to catch up when I impacted a fair sized bird that failed to remove itself in the force of impact as I found by the rapidly increasing temperature on my gauge and the lack of bird behind me (what is it with birds and their desire to try to outmanuever me?). Pulling off into the Chinook Park just short of the Cape Disappointment, State Park,  I found my little friend spread across my right radiator. There was a camper cleaning it's daily catch so I borrowed a bucket after pulling out the unfortunate hitchhiker and washed the blood from the radiator area and moved on to fight the Astoria traffic moving east on the 30 and then North on the 433 and catch up with the group at a Starbucks just over the bridge in Longview.

Kevin and John were calling "Uncle" (Kevin, you have to ask Mrs. Claus for a new seat), but Terry showed them they had more in them (and Kevin with my AirHawk) as we ate dinner and then decided to blast up the I-5 at at 80mph long enough to hit the Toledo-Ethel cutoff and shoot into Morton for gas and deciding to stay the night there.  Terry, Kevin, and John went to crash a wedding for dessert and I grabbed a shower and we met up for chatter where I realized Starbucks at 5:00 PM was a bad idea. I tossed and turned all night and just started to get into a decent sleep when the wake up calls came. If I thought my tent couldn't be any wetter by morning I was wrong and the dew saturated it. Packing up and knowing that dry awaited us (it was dry after 20 minutes spread out in my driveway in Wenatchee), we headed off to Packwood for breakfast, a shot on over White Pass to be passed by some curve cowboys that irritated Kevin something fierce, a shortcut from Nachez to Selah, through the Yakima Canyon, Ellensberg, over Blewett and home.
A great ride with great guys whom I enjoy time, humor, and stories with... who could ask for more!

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Mount Rainer from Chinook Pass

77°f and wonderfully sunny was what met us today as we crested Chinook Pass and although surrounded by glaciers you wouldn't know it by the temperature. Joan (Mrs. RedTigre) and I decided to take a holiday Sunday and do the Rainer loop since we hadn't get there yet this year. Over Blewett Pass, down the Yakima River Canyon, up the 410 West (Chinook Pass) to the 123 cutoff that take you into the Rainer National Park and connects you to Hwy 12 East (White Pass) and back through the Yakima canyon and home over Blewett Pass (97).

I guess that is really 4 passes in one day in 375 miles... I love living here.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

After trip maintenance


So I took a shot to the headlamp and broke a mirror on my Colorado adventure... stripping down the bike is required to pull the lamp so the hole can be epoxied (I am NOT paying $554 for a new headlamp assembly). A gazillion screws later and I have the part out, patched, and putting back together while I wait for new mirrors from a distributor.

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Passing the time and miles (Colorado Adventure)

Photo gallery of daily adventure is HERE!!


I'll add the map routes to this blog from Google Maps as I have time.


13 days, 7 States and 1 Province, 29 mountain passes and 4700 miles...

Sunday, 17 July 2011


Mrs. RedTigre and I decided to get a good start on a Sunday morning for a race through the Southeastern part of Washington State. Living at the foothills of the Cascades, one forgets that vast expanse of desert known as the Columbia Basin. It stretches way too far and way too East to do anything but crank though it and wish for diversion, any diversion, (and you will stop at them all) that will save you from dying of total boredom if you survive the heat. It isn't hell, but you can see it from there. and I have to get to the farthest SE region before my trip really begins to feel like vacation. Lunch in Lewiston/Clarkston (gee, who were these towns named after...?) and then a zigzag down the 95 though the heat of Whitebird to our nightly destination

Stopped for the night in Riggins, ID. I love Riggins as a stopover, several decent motels and wine and cheese at the river, just stay upwind of the dumpster the Steelhead fisherman seem to release all remains into.


Mountain Passes for the day (1): WhiteBird Pass

Monday, 18 July 2011


Decided to cut south on the 55 and then across the Boise and Challis National Forests on the 75 to Challis where the plan was to speed south down the 93 to Arco and end up up somewhere Southeast of Pocatello. It was hot again, and I as was taking a canyon cutoff I was passed by a  couple kids on 600cc canyon zippers, so I played keep up for a little while and as I let off the throttle around one corner I saw an Idaho ST spin the lights on them and then turned around behind me as we passed. Those kids were doing probably 20 over and I was doing maybe 10 when we met the trooper but as I rounded the next corner the kids had pulled over and were waiting so I figured if the trooper wanted me I would go slow enough for him to catch up but not stop until I knew he was really interested... 10 miles later I figured those zippers had him entertained enough and with the wind being blast furnace hot we rode on, and while it took away from some of the interesting scenery, it was still nice. What was really odd was finding a conning tower from a nuclear attack sub in a town with a population of maybe 300 people.  Arco was part of the nuclear weapons age and there are still many hushed operations taking place in that section of the Idaho desert. 

Stopped for the night in Soda Springs, ID. We arrived into Soda Springs late and checked into the motel (there were only 2) that looked like the contractors liked. In these small towns, always choose a place that the professionals use. Contractors will not stay in a place that isn't safe for their tools and other valuables or can't get a decent nights sleep.


Mountain Passes for the day (4): Mores Creek, Banner Creek, Beaver Creek, Willow Creek.

Tuesday, 19 July 2011


So we continued south on the 30 and shot east into Wyoming passing the Fossil Butte National Monument and through Kemmerer-Diamondville (Home of the first JC Penney store for those who are interested -who would have thought such a chain started in Wyoming!) down to I-80 for a burst to Purple Sage and the 191 South, through the Flaming Gorge and hit the 40 east. What incredible colors the layers of different rocks made to the hillsides!

Stopped for the night in Rangely, CO where I noticed I had taken a bulls-eye to my headlamp from a semi passing us on new chip-seal Ugh!  I got some storm window tape from the True Value that night and slapped a strip across it until I could get home to pull it for repair.


Mountain Passes for the day(3): Geneva Summit, Georgetown Summit, Border Summit

Wednesday, 20 July 2011


We shot down the 139 from Rangely to Grand Junction for another Freeway shot over to the 65 and the Mesa Scenic Byway...wow. Not the best road because of all the recent storm damage but the view over the byway was a must. Hit the 50 east and over Monarch Pass and our first of several continental divide overruns.

Stopped for the night in Salida, CO where sometimes the cheap places are the most interesting! The cabin had 5 beds, real pine log built from the 1940's, and next to a liquor store (is my bike going to be in one piece the next morning?). Settling in I let Mrs. RedTigre know I am going to find a car-wash. I had to think about what I said because the look on her face made me think I was speaking Swahili, or Mandarin Chinese, or something Martian maybe.  It's a BMW, It will be washed THOROUGHLY every 4th day... sheesh! I come back to find her Googling "Mental Health Facilities in Colorado" and ignoring her cautious looks my direction I change into my evening strait-jacket pajamas.


Mountain Passes for the day (5): Douglas Pass, Grand Mesa Summit, Cerro Summit, Blue Mesa Summit, Monarch Pass.

Thursday, 21 July 2011


Thursday morning had us heading North on the 285 to the 24/285 where we split off onto the 24 at Antero Junction. Breakfast is always an adventure as we often stopped in saloons that had been around over 100 years and used to host dance halls, of which most had a breakfast worth every small penny. Heading into Colorado Spring brought many memories, but not many memories of the roads! :D I realized quickly how much the Springs had grown in the last 25 years and I was again a stranger as we headed for a Garden of the Gods entrance and ominous clouds hanging around Pikes Peak.  We encountered our first real rainstorm there as we were in the Garden of the Gods visitor center and let it hammer on and around us while we watched from the observation deck. The lightening was as prominent as I remember it, and you felt like you could reach out and touch it at times with Pike Peak it's primary target.... no ride up there to the PP summit this trip. The Garden of the Gods was as beautiful as I remember it and Joan enjoyed the colours of the park.


So we headed out the way we came on the 24 but decided to take a shortcut at Woodland Park on the 67 North to Deckers Road, and then connecting back to the 285 West, for a run North on the 9 to Breckenridge. Entering from the South outside of Breckenridge as we were coming out of yet another mountain pass we hit a flooded road that cars were traversing though. I watched the car ahead of me and figured it only about 10 inches of water and the road looked like it had been built for flooding so through it it went, where is a GS when you need it!  Crossing was fun and Joan was so excited about the crossing she forgot pictures, but I wasn't willing to do it again just for photos so off we went into Breckenridge.


Breckenridge is a tourist town with probably a billion $$$ worth of building value per block and another billion $$$ of people net value to accompany it. The streets were paved perfectly, except for the 6" deep tank-trap inset manhole covers that are set to kill motorcyclist in their fair town, of which I hit one as I was following traffic and broke a mirror from the jolting impact. I was surprised the suspension held without problems, but it did and I was wary from then on until I left the city limits.

We continued North on the 9 stopping for the night in Kremming, CO


Mountain Passes for the day (7): Trout Creek Pass, Wilkerson Pass, Ute Pass (Teller), Crow Hill, Kenosha Pass, Red Hill Pass, Hoosier Pass

Friday, 22 July 2011


Mapping out BMW dealerships is what a beemer rider does for no other reason than to get tyres installed when you need them along the trip.  I knew I was going to be getting low on tread so I planned on new tires in Colorado at one of 4 dealerships. The time came when I was going to be close to Ft Collins, CO and the whine of Metzlers on heavy cornering called for new rubber. So leaving Kremming, CO to pass a mounted AH-1 Cobra attack helicopter outside the high school there (I love the West) on 40 East to have Breakfast at Arnold's Chuckwagon Cafe Near Granby. Turning onto the 34 East, it was a beautiful run over through the Rocky Mountain National Park and into Estes Park to swing North at Loveland and head to Ft Collins and the BMW dealership there (Northern Colorado Euro Motorcycles). I called ahead so they knew we were coming and had them replace both front and rear tyres, do a full safety check, inspect the front telelever suspension, and oh, and pull out the bird I hit cutting across from the zig-zag way I came in across the frontage roads.


I love BMW service waiting areas, they have the best couches and comforts. While there, I got to sit on and talk to sales about the new K1600GTL they had there (but wouldn't sell). It is obviously the replacement for the K1300GT, but the GTL is still mostly GT.  When they come out with the K1600LT, then we'll talk. I do like the power plant though.


So we left outfitted well for the rest of our trip with new tires and courtesy bottled water and checked out to head West a little and finish our last mountain pass in Colorado on the 14 and through the Roosevelt National Forest on the Poudre Canyon Highway, which was our favorite pass of the trip.


Mountain Passes for the day (4): Milner Pass, Fall River Pass, Iceberg Pass, Cameron Pass

Stopped for the night in Walden, CO

Saturday, 23 July 2011


We decided to zigzag North on the 125 and 127/230 into Wyoming where we had breakfast at the Woods Landing Dance Hall and then up through Laramie where we saw the territorial prison there, then North on the 30/287 and then onto the 34 East to Wheatland for a break in the community park where there were several family gatherings going on. I ride with a guy from time to time (TH) that I admire greatly for his friendly and engaging manners with any stranger he meets and in the first 15 minutes would have known half the family by first name, showed them 3 different ways to throw horseshoes, and had 10 places for is to stay if we ever rode through there again!


So we left Wheatland on a state/county/who knows road that wound around a very large coal-fired power plant and the Greyrocks reservoir, changed names and numbers more than I and the GPS could keep up, at times wondering when the road was going to change to gravel/dirt, finding a coal power plant, getting caught in a free-range herd, and winding up the South side of a firing range that was OBVIOUSLY military and then passing a major training center while dodging tank crossings (Camp Guernsey, WY National Guard) to go North on the 270 up to the 18/85, onto the 18East and into HotSprings, SD.


We were going to go on up into Custer, but dickered a bit about whether to stay in Hot Springs, Rapid City, or Custer, so we decided to go a little further to Hermosa and then figure it out only to become frustrated at the costs of billeting anywhere in the area.  If you start calling around to what shows on your Maps App on your phone, you will be sorry.  Just go into the town you are looking at and you will always find the less expensive places that are not showing on your App list. So what if run down a little bit, being clean, a bed, and shower is all we wanted and found a place for $49 and allowed us to start the day close to the sights.

Stopped for the night in Custer, SD


Mountain Passes for the day (0): Minor withdrawals...

Sunday, 24 July 2011


Crazy Horse... wow.  If you are in the area do yourself a favor and see Rushmore first, because Crazy Horse will blow you away.  I won't see it completed in my lifetime, but what an undertaking and tribute to Native Americans nationally (I am 1/8th Cherokee, my Great Grandmother being full). Rushmore, while very cool itself, would fit into a fraction of the horse's mane and the face of Crazy Horse itself is 9 stories high.  So Mt Rushmore seemed pretty diminutive compared to the other, so see it first.


As we wound through the park on the 16a we went North up the 16 to the 385 to the 44 East and then up the Norris Park Road to Nemo Road to Vanocker Canyon Road and into Sturgis. Ok, I can now say I've been there and ridden down Main Street, Joan didn't get me into a fight with the Harley guys by telling them "that horribly noisy thing is better off parked" and it was uneventful, 'nuff said.  ;)


So we are now in the "Go West" mode and headed West on the Boulder Canyon Highway (14) through Deadwood, Lead and then Southwest on the 14/85 and onto the 85 into Wyoming. At Newcastle, WY we hopped onto the 16 West where the plains winds were brutal and followed it to the freeway where we followed frontage roads for a bit until we could get onto the 51 and into Gilette for the night.

Stopped for the night in Gilette, WY


Mountain Passes for the day (0): Wahhhhh!

Monday, 25 July 2011


Heading North first thing in the morning on the 14/16 to Sheridan was a nice ride with rolling plains and an interesting assortment of abandonment's along the way. Nothing says forgotten homesteads like Wyoming, and seems like they take a long time to finally fall. We tried a couple shortcuts that would have been a kick on a GS, but the LT takes to dirt like an ice cream cone would to a blow torch... not pretty and gets messy really quickly, so we backtracked about 15 miles and ended up running up I-90 10 miles to the 14 again heading west over a fantastic climb up Medicine Wheel Passage. Sections of this road tell you where the plates have moved the landscape all the way from the East Coast.  As we came down the other side on the 14 the damage from the winter washouts was obvious and dropped you into Bighorn Lake and Lovell where the temperature rose from 65°f at the summit to a mean hot at over 105°f  where we took a break at the USFS ranger station in Lovell (Ranger Stations are some of the BEST rest areas!) before heading Southwest on the 32 to the 295 and connecting back again to the 14 which led us into Cody.


Not wanting to stay in Cody the night, we ventured North on the 120 into Montana and then west on State Hwy 308 passing the former Smith Mine, which was the worst coal mine disaster in Montana History with the loss of 74 men.


We pulled into Red Lodge and found a nice place to stay with detached cabins and rested up from a very warm day.

Stopped for the night in Red Lodge, MT


Mountain Passes for the day (1): Medicine Wheel Passage

Tuesday, 26 July 2011


Beartooth Pass. Do it, do it now. If you ever get the chance to ride this pass I doubt you will find few that measure up to the phrase "it just goes on forever". On the 212, you will climb, and then climb some more.  Start it early because you will spend half your riding day going up, over, and looking at thousands different switchbacks and perspectives of the range and view of Beartooth Mountain, coming down is just as fun and runs you into the Northeast entrance of Yellowstone.  There was so little traffic I wondered if there was road construction coming up but it was so quiet for a summer week that you can tell travel is way down for the season. Swinging around Northwest and coming out of Yellowstone at Mammoth Hot Springs we took the 89 North all the way to the 12/287 and through Helena on the 12 and having to shoot down to Deer Lodge for the night because the iPhone Maps App listed motels in Elliston, MT that hadn't been opened for oh, 5 years or so. Deer Lodge has a Prison Museum which was an old state prison opened for tourism but I couldn't get Mrs. RedTigre to come with me to see it... makes me wonder what she has hidden in her past, maybe I shouldn't know for my own safety (why do we keep getting newsletters from the Scottish Liberation Front?). Funny what towns spring up around (although I would guess a prison to be pretty stable work).

Stopped for the night in Deer Lodge, MT


Mountain Passes for the day (2): Beartooth Pass, MacDonald Pass

Wednesday, 27 July 2011


Waking up Wednesday had us realizing 1) We didn't know what day it was and 2) we don't have to be back in Wenatchee until Friday night whenever that is and hoping it wasn't today! Heads Canada, or tails to be hitting the Luftwaffe Lane on the Interstate system. Wednesday and heads it was so we backtracked a few miles back to the 12 and went East to Avon and then North on the 141, East on the 200 to the 83/82/93 Northwest to Whitefish. 


On the 200 is a small town called Ovando where we stopped for breakfast at the Stray Bullet Cafe. This town had maybe 4 buildings to it and combined were a restaurant and tackle shop, hotel and general store, post office, and town hall. The restaurant had the best biscuits and gravy I have ever had on the road, and comparable to what I put together myself... perfect blend of seasoned sausage, milk, and flour and homemade biscuits.  I love these places and will ride just for the MAC-PAC experience.


Full and wondering how I am going to stay awake for the next hour after such a fine breakfast, we continued and wound up North on the 93 somehow in my sausage gravy fueled delirium. From Whitefish had us heading into BC and crossing at Roosville and following the 93/3 to the Crowsnest  Highway past Cranbrook and onto a Bavarian themed town of Kimberly,BC. Stayed there several times, small, quiet and clean rooms over the pub make for an excellent experience.

Stopped for the night in Kimberly, BC


Mountain Passes for the day (who cares, I'm in BC)

Thursday, 28 July 2011


Leaving Kimberly, we headed North on the Kimberly Highway to the 93/95 and North past Radium Hot Springs on the 95 to Golden, BC for breakfast/brunch where I had the most incredible Salmon Hash (thinly sliced smoked Salmon with 2 poached eggs, grilled potatoes with onions mushrooms and asparagus... another MAC-PAC moment) that I will learn to do in my own kitchen.


Connecting with the 1 (Trans-Canada Highway), we continued over Rogers Pass (another favourite) and swung down to Revelstoke and dropped down the Nakusp/Mica Creek Highway (23) to the Shelter Bay/Galena Ferry continuing down the 23 to the 6 South and a shot over to Nelson. Joan liked Nelson, but the Summer rates totally had her (and thus, us) back on the bike and heading back on the 6 and down to Castlegar where we encountered River Moths.


At first I thought they were bees shooting overhead until it became LAX over the top of us and impacting on the windscreen at a rate reminiscent of raindrops. Swarming would be calming to what we were hitting and when we stopped in Castlegar they were immediately attracted to the heat of the Bike and I totally bagged the idea of staying there.  It was already a very long day but we headed South to Trail and found an off the road motel around 9:15 PM. Having not eaten for 7 hours had me famished and we found an incredible Pizzeria to take out back to our flat for the night. We stayed in more rooms that had full kitchenettes at no extra cost this trip, probably more than half, and then some of those were like small apartments, this was one of those places.

Stopped for the night in Trail, BC


Mountain Passes for the day (1) Rogers Pass

Friday,  29 July 201


Got up that morning (better phrased "mourning" because we had to head home) and had breakfast in Trail before heading over to the Trail Wal-Mart to load up on as many bags or Wine-Gums and Peak-Freens Biscuits as we could shove into the compartments, headed over the border at Northport (where we were lain up last year because Joan 1) accidentally had her expired Resident Alien card instead of her current one and 2) hassled the Border Patrol Agents because once they approved her passage in she quite insistantly wanted her expired card back for sentimental value, which with hands on truncheons they refused to return to her. This passage was far less eventful as I locked her flip-up on her helmet as we left the Wal-Mart and disconnected the communication so she couldn't hear my answers to the Border Agents questions, a trick I will use again for all border crossings until she reads this post! :)


Heading South on the 25, we took the Gifford-Incheliem Ferry, over the Bridge Creek Road to the 21, down the 21 to the Cache Creek Road into Nespelem (another great find!), up and over 155 West to Omak, the Old 97 to Brewester, down the 97 past Pateros to Apple Acres Road into Chelan and then down the 97a and...


Home!


Mountain Passes for the day (1) Disautel Pass

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

The Hammond Gallop II Experience

I ride with a group of guys from time to time, a few of them an adventuresome couple times a year… like to car shows in Nelson BC, or an occasional shot across the eastern Oregon residue of waning civilization that only those who refuse to leave the high deserts and forest junctions that mining and farming brought prosperity in a much simpler time.

Our "Fearless" Tour Guide
Terry H. is the organizer for such jaunts touching three states and often 3-5 days of some of the most wonderful roads a rider could ask for. His "Gallop to Glenwood" often leads to stories that only a man who is grizzled in riding with friends, and at times friends of friends, could appreciate.  I desperately needed time away with guys who can share a laugh, often at another riders expense in the ways that befall guys who accept another at face value and love them for sometimes the sheer silliness we bring on ourselves in this mortal world we occupy.

I have ridden with Terry H. for the last 15 years, and he has the bold courage to accept me with my "what you see is what you get" attitude and opinions of what I bring from the life I have seen and lived, so when the Gallop II was offered, I was in without reservation.

We linked up Thursday morning at McDonalds-West for the initial group review of everyone's bike who was coming… shook a few hands of those not seen before, or seen so long ago that you wonder if you look as old as they do, and off we go.

 (Terry H. used to be the king of how to pack a bike so that many major necessities that were lashed down for the umpteenth time worked loose in the first 5 minutes and we would collect the towels and tent poles, and loose straps, and rain gear that would clutter the highway behind him, but this trip the mantle has been passed to Dave K., who lost more in one trip than I have seen with Terry H. the entire time we have ridden together. After the first day I thought about running a lost item pool in the group with Dave K. getting the winnings to 1) entertain us as we wondered what would be found on the road next and 2) help replace the items that were not recovered. Once during the trip he said to me that he felt he was meant to meet me to learn my packing habits! Of which, I blame the years in the military.)  :D

At the top of the Klickitat
The winds were not in our favor that first day as we navigated our way through the Central Washington desert and coming out of Blewett Pass was unreasonably gusty for most of the first day. Winds so bad in fact that one rider (Gary E.) who came late was holed up outside of Ellensberg questioning his sanity of trying to continue against the 90 mph winds (he said 90, but I was sure they were not more than 88 mph, but then he does ride a Honda after all). So we swung down through the Yakima Canyon, Toppenish, over Satis Pass into Goldendale, and then down the Klickitat into Glenwood to the Flying L ranch and lodge.



The Flying L "greatroom"
The Flying L Lodge 



Terry H had arranged for the local general store to have the items we needed for burgers and fixings where to my surprise I found a bottle of Chardonnay for $5.99 from some vineyard that catered to my kind of wine on the road… cheap! So with burgers done and dinner settled Terry informed me I would be bunking in a room with a rider that will not be named in public… if you want to know of whom I speak you have to ride with the group and bunk the first night as the initiation into this close club. Needless to say, I was not aware until it was known by all and the jokes of air quality with Jack giving me the direct approach of " you WILL want to open some windows well before you go to bed" led me to wonder if it was as bad as they led on… it was worse.  Seems there are certain dietary supplements that the human body sheds in the most obnoxious of fashion, I am sure that there are international bylaws prohibiting human consumption of these supplements, yet I got to experience the after-effect first hand. I was asked the next morning if I drank that bottle of wine myself that night, to be truthful I was looking for a second one!

A Flying L morning
So my wonderful tour guide Terry H. wakes our room at 6:30 with the announcement that everyone is packed up, what am I still doing in bed! So I hustle my stuff together and get the bike loaded in 15 minutes and thinking I am finally in sync with everyone decided to head out to the road to be joined with John B., where we wait.

John and his NT700V
John is a new-back-into-the-sport rider after a 30 year break and rides a new Honda NT700V that is like a baby beemer with the enclosed side-case and tip-wing design. It is a solid mid-sized tourer and fits him well. This was his proving ground ride and he picked it back up well, gaining experience and I think a new respect for the variety of roads that are available to him now. He is a safe and courteous rider that I would ride with any day. So we waited and waited, then rode into town to wait some more… seems Dave K.'s bike wouldn't start for the battery, nor could the guys push to bump-start, so it had to be jumped off a Jeep. Once we collected our group together we headed down to the Columbia Gorge, crossed at the Dalles, and had breakfast there before heading up onto the Central Oregon high desert and all the beauty it brings.

Don't cross the streams!
Fossil National Site
Thanks to Terry H, I saw towns and roads I had never seen and it was breathtaking as we wound down the valleys and canyons of the Deschutes River winding our way into Heppner (one time outside of Antelope to run across Dave K. riding in the ditch on the opposite side of the road looking for his headphones that had blown off!). We were supposed to have camped in Cutsforth County park that night, but several left the group that morning (Don E. and Jack) and so not to forfeit the room charges some of the other guys took one of the rooms and that left Dave K. and I to camp. As we were getting ready to leave, we were joined by "Liberty Bill" (HondaSt1300) and "Cour 'd Alene Kurt" (FJR) who decided to grab a room instead of camp as well. Bill and Kurt are another couple of riders I hope to ride with again, they are good people that leave you inspired by their words and deeds.

So Terry H. seems pretty insistent we should camp up the hill at the Willow Creek Reservoir a mile out of town… I was a bit disappointed but gave in telling Terry H. I wanted a 45 minute heads-up wake up call and commenced to setting up on a nice location and waited for Dave K., who I lost in town somewhere (Hepper is NOT that big!).  It was just getting dark when Dave K. showed up and got his tent together to discover he had not brought his sleeping bag! It was lucky Terry H. talked us into staying so close so that Dave K. could run back into town a mile away to beg a sleeping bag off Terry H and not be 22 miles up at the other campground.
Camping at Willow Creek Reservoir
The next morning I hear Dave K. start packing up his stuff around 5:00 AM and am determined to sleep in until Terry H.'s call. about 6:40 I decide that I am going to get up and see what a man can do for an hour and a half with tent gear and not have it packed up when stepping out my tent I see Terry H. pulling up saying everyone else is up and he is here to help us get packed up… so much for my wake up call!  But I have practiced packing up my ensemble and have my gear collected and stowed in 20 minutes (Mistress has all the amenities of home and packs all the gear and power for gear that I could want to carry) and off we go into the mountains with Ukiah as our next destination.


Ukiah
Ukiah 
Breakfast in Ukiah is a kick, these former logging or mining towns are not often much more than a collection of buildings left over from days gone by with the residents earning a living from small general stores, bars, restaurants , and maybe a gas pump (not pumps, pump as in singular) and we lose Gary E and Terry L as they decide to head back to Wenatchee and forego the long trip coming the next day.


East out of Baker City
Our winding East through the Umatilla National forest and Sumptner toward Baker City on the 86 to the Oxbow Reservoir where we run into a cattle drive that so astounded me that I forgot to take a picture of it as I was surrounded by cattle, cattle dogs and ranchers all working their way around me in the middle of the highway. It was amazing. We lost Dave K. after the Brownlee Dam to catch up with him at McCall, ID where I wanted to camp badly but Terry H. had a WorldMark condo where we all stayed. As the evening progressed, we (Terry H. and I) segued into several conversations about God and man that was incredible in the sense that while there was no possibility of agreement in some areas, respect is the mark of true friendship and with new friends the beginnings of true friendship for those on the path. I had never met Bill and Kurt until the day before, but the willingness of all to listen to honest belief without defensiveness or judgement either way has led us to be better friends. Whatever comes in the end, I will be judged by who I am and I like to live life as an honest reflection… it's just easier that way.  :)
McCall Condos
Lake Payette
Woke up day 4 for a run up to Riggins for breakfast (Gouge Eye was the original town name, and Joan and I have stayed there several times), and then Terry H. took us up the old 95 to WhiteBird grade.  My goodness, what a view and stopped at the battlefield (who knew?) with what felt like a thousand switchbacks and to an overlook to be awed by. We said our goodbyes there and the others headed north while Dave K. and I headed toward Lewiston together and home. Dave K. swooped North to Pullman (probably to replace his Cougar pillow he lost on the road), while I went through Pomeroy, Starbuck, Washtucna, Othello, Moses Lake, Quincy, and home. From Washtucna on was a desolate run counted by 30 mile increments with lots of time to reminisce the great rides, the comic relief and great laughter or friendships brought by a wonderful group of men that is an honor to ride with.

WhiteBird Grade
WhiteBird overlook
A happy Beemer rider