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!).

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!

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.