Live Free. Ride Hard. Be Happy.

Bikers Have Big...Hearts!

2014-12-12T20:03:00.005-06:00

Santa briefs Toy Run Participants

I was reminded on Saturday during our annual Toy Run that bikers have big hearts and despite their sometimes-rough appearance, they are good people. It’s sad that society as a whole tends to judge people by the way they look and dress. Based on my experience (limited as it may be), I find those who ride are some of the kindest most generous people I know. Even the toughest motorcycle clubs and 1%’ers give back to their communities by helping raise funds for all types of charitable causes. Less than two-weeks ago a group of Hell’s Angels members waited in line 5 days to buy bikes on Black Friday to give to needy kids in Fresno, California…proving even the baddest aren’t always bad.

Loaded and Ready to Go

I’m encouraged when I see a group of bikers working together for a good cause…like the annual Toy Run. Saturday was cold and it looked like the sky could open-up any minute, but almost 60 braved the weather to participate. On the road, the group stretched out for more than a ¼ mile as Santa led the way to three pick-up points in the New Braunfels/Canyon Lake area. Even though the weather wasn’t the best, everyone was in good spirits and eagerly gathered toys then bungee’d them to their bikes and stuffed them into saddlebags and tour-paks. Once the bikes were loaded, the overflow was packed into a cargo trailer. It didn’t matter if you rode a Honda, a Harley, or a Spyder…everyone worked together knowing they were doing something good. The toys and money collected will be distributed through the local Sherriff’s office and will hopefully brighten more than a few faces this Christmas. This holiday season and throughout the year, I will always be thankful that bikers have big hearts!

Do you have a story about big-hearted bikers? If so, please share it. With all the craziness going on in the world, it’s nice to celebrate the positive. Until next time -- Live Free. Ride Hard. Be Happy!

Lies Your Ol' Lady Tells You

2014-11-06T21:05:00.001-06:00

Note: The use of "ol' lady" is not intended to be disrespectful or derogatory towards women. In the biker community it's used as slang to describe your significant other.

Lie #1 - “Sure babe, it’s comfy back here, let’s do another 100 miles.”

Riding pillion on most motorcycles isn’t very comfortable and on some it’s down-right painful. Nevertheless, there they sit, arms wrapped around us with a smile on their face. Women who ride two-up, especially on smaller bikes, should be commended. The next time you hear this lie start looking for a good place to pull-over because what she’s really saying is, “Damn, I love you but my butt is on fire and I need to get off this bike now!”

Lie #2 - “Of course, I think your belly’s sexy.”

What did you expect her to say? She loves you too much to tell you, “No, your belly’s not sexy. The truth is you’re a fat mother fu*%er who needs to eat less and hit the gym…a lot.” Sadly, there are quite a few Harley riders out there (myself included) that are all too comfortable believing this lie. Every now and then, we need to hear the truth…even if it hurts.

Lie #3 - “Your beard? I love it. Every time I see it, I just want to kiss your whole face.”

Yeah, beards are cool and they give you a rugged, bad-boy look but she isn’t really excited about kissing your bearded face. She tells you that crap because she loves you. The whole time you’re making out she’s thinking, “God, please don’t let me find left-overs from dinner last night. That would be so gross…ewww.” Ever wonder if you’d get more lovin if you were clean shaven?

Lie #4 - “You can refer to me as your ‘Ol' Lady’ anytime.”

Although she won't embarrass you in front of your friends for calling her that , you can bet if she's over 30 she's thinking to herself, "If he ever calls me that again in public, I'm going to stick my spiked heel motorcycle boot so far up his butt he’ll need a tow truck to pull it out.”

Or maybe, just maybe, the next time you’re out, she’ll make a really big deal and introduce you as her “Fat Mother Fu*%er.” Love is a funny thing isn’t it?

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If you’ve been told, or have told, a little lie like the ones above, I’d like to hear them. Who knows, sometime in the future I might post an update and add to the list. Until then, Live Free. Ride Hard. Be Happy! ☺

Beaded Motorcycle Seat Review: BeadRider - A Cooler Way to Ride

2014-10-23T20:03:00.001-05:00

A few posts back I wrote about monkey butt and how to prevent it. One piece of the prevention puzzle was to minimize moisture and I noted that the BeadRider beaded motorcycle seat could help in that regard. At the time, I only had anecdotal evidence based on what other riders had reported. I mentioned that I had ordered a BeadRider and was looking forward to trying it out for myself. Well, after receiving my BeadRider and putting a few hundred miles in the saddle, I feel qualified to give you a first-hand report on its performance.

BeadRider "Ultimate" Beaded Seat

First, a few words about my ordering experience. I placed my order through the BeadRider website on a Saturday. Within minutes, I received an e-mail confirmation with all the details of the order. Two days later, on Monday, I received shipping confirmation and a tracking number and two days after that, on Wednesday, USPS delivered my package. I was very pleased with the straightforward ordering process, no-hassle communication, and speedy delivery.

Upon returning from the mailbox, I quickly opened the package to see what my $70.95 ($58.95 + $12.00 shipping) had bought me. Having seen several BeadRiders on friend’s motorcycles I pretty much knew what to expect, but I’m always a little apprehensive when receiving on-line orders. Fortunately, everything was just as expected and I was impressed with the overall feel and finish of the product. For the record, there are two versions of the BeadRider (available in several sizes). The “Original” is made of wooden beads and the “Ultimate” is made of ceramic beads. I chose the “Ultimate” because I felt that the ceramic beads would hold up better.

After a quick examination, I wasted no time installing the BeadRider on my Sportster.
Although there were no instructions, installation was simple. I removed my saddle, slid the BeadRider in-place, tightened the attached shock cords, and put the saddle back on the bike. Total installation time, less than 10 minutes. Some might think the BeadRider looks odd on the saddle but I didn’t buy it to win a beauty contest…I bought it to make my butt happy.

The first thing I noticed when I sat on it the first time was I felt a little taller in the saddle. The BeadRider effectively lifted me up about ½ inch. Depending on how vertically challenged you are and your bike’s seat height, this could be a problem. Fortunately for me, the seat height was low enough originally that the extra ½ inch didn’t affect my ability to flat foot the bike. The second thing I noticed is that I didn’t feel a bunch of beads. The weave of the BeadRider does a nice job of spreading my weight evenly over the entire seating area.

On my first few rides I was a bit apprehensive about how sitting on the beads would feel after a few miles. I’m happy to report sitting on the beads isn’t uncomfortable at all. In fact, there’s not a huge amount of difference in the “feel” of riding on beads or riding without them. So far I like it…I like it a lot. I can definitely feel more airflow around my backside, which helps with reducing moisture. I can also move around in the saddle easier. Before the BeadRider, readjusting my seating position was more difficult and on a hot day, it could feel as if I had melted into the saddle. I don’t think I’ll have that issue with the BeadRider.

I haven’t done any long distance or all day rides just yet, but based on my experience thus far I’m pretty confident the BeadRider will increase my long distance comfort. I’ll be putting that theory to the test on two Iron Butt rides I’m planning…a 1500 mile, 24-hour BunBurner Gold into New Mexico and a 3000 mile, 72-hour Saddlesore to Hell and back (that’s Hell, MI just in case you’re wondering). I’ll let you know if I’m still a fan of the BeadRider afterwards.

If you have a BeadRider and have used it on long distance rides, leave me a comment and let me know what you think about it. You know what they say, “Opinions are like assholes, and everybody has one.” I want to hear yours. Until then Live Free. Ride Hard. Be Happy!

Fall Is In the Air - A Great Texas Ride Remembered

2014-10-15T19:13:00.004-05:00

As we start seeing cooler temperatures and the leaves begin to fall, I'm reminded of a great ride to the Lost Maples State Natural Area (SNA). I wrote a guest post for Motorcycle House detailing the ride last November. You can check-out my original ride report on their blog. Here's the link - Changing Seasons A Ride To the Lost Maples State Natural Area.

Big Tooth Maple in Lost Maples SNA

If you live in or around the Texas Hill Country, I'd highly recommend visiting the Lost Maples SNA this Fall. It's one of the few places in South/Central Texas where you can actually see a magnificent show of Fall colors. The Big Tooth Maples in the SNA are absolutely stunning and if you plan your trip right, you'll have a chance to ride some of the best motorcycle roads in Texas. The famed Twisted Sisters are just a short ride away.

Before saddling-up and pointing your bike towards Lost Maples, check-out their Fall Foliage Report to get an idea of the of how the color changes are progressing. You can use the report to help time your visit to experience the peak color change (generally occurring sometime in late October or November depending on the weather).

Fall is probably the best time of year to ride in Texas and I know you'll enjoy riding to Lost Maples SNA. You'll be on some great riding roads, with lots of interesting places to see along the way. Here are a few of my favorites:

Ever tried fresh apple ice cream? No? You don't know what you're missing. Visit the Apple Store in Medina, TX.
Interested in motorcycle history? Stop by the Lone Star Motorcycle Museum in Vanderpool, TX. The museum is only a couple of miles from Lost Maples.
Need an interesting place to take a break and fill your belly? Try the Frio Canyon Motorcycle Stop in Leakey, TX. You can get some great Twisted Sister merchandise to commemorate your ride too...and don't forget to check-out the view from the patio.

I hope my walk down memory lane gives you some great ideas for a Fall ride. No matter where you ride, always remember to Live Free, Ride Hard, and Be Happy!

Photos from my Ride to Lost Maples SNA in November 2013

On Our Way to Lost Maples

Walking Down the Riverbed in Lost Maples

Painting the Colors of Fall in Texas

Now There's Some Color

A Peek of Orange and Red

A Ride to the Power Plant Texas Grill...Life is Full of Surprises

2014-10-10T17:59:00.001-05:00

Have you ever been somewhere that completely surprised you? Last Saturday I experienced just that. While riding with a few members of the Gruene HOG Chapter I not only discovered a great route from New Braunfels to Seguin but a nice place to eat as well. The beautiful fall day with clear skies and temperatures in the upper 70’s made the entire experience all the more memorable.

The Power Plant Texas Grill

Although the ride was short by most standards (42 miles one-way), it was just plain fun. We rode through some nice farm/ranch land on roads with minor elevation changes and a few sweeping curves. The air was crisp and fresh…maybe too fresh in a few spots (did I mention we rode past some livestock). It was one of those rides where you could let the worries of the world slip away, where you could clear your mind and just be at one with the universe. It was peaceful and very therapeutic.

We arrived at the Seguin VFW Post after a short hour’s ride. We dropped off several donations to support a local police officer who had been injured during a traffic stop and then made our way to the Power Plant Texas Grill. I was impressed as soon as we pulled into the parking lot. What a picturesque setting!

The Power Plant Texas Grill sits on the Guadalupe River and is rich in history. The building started its life in the late 1890’s as a gristmill and in 1907 was sold to the City of Seguin as a hydroelectric generation facility. Over the years the building saw numerous upgrades and continued to provide electricity to the citizens of Seguin until the mid-90s. The facility sat idle for many years before being renovated and opening as the Power Plant Texas Grill in May of this year. Walking inside the building reveals an open bay with two seating levels. An old generator and an antique electrical panel add to the ambiance and provide historical perspective. There’s also a covered seating area and bar outside that overlooks the river and the Saffold Dam.

Our party was quickly greeted and seated. The waitress was friendly and attentive and made quick work of getting our drinks and taking our food orders. The menu isn’t extensive but does have a nice variety. I ordered a pulled-pork sandwich and fries. We didn’t wait long for our food and everyone seemed pleased with their choices. My pulled-pork sandwich and fries were excellent. I’d definitely recommend the Power Plant Texas Grill.

I wish everyday could be like last Saturday…beautiful weather, nice company, a sweet ride, and a good meal in a scenic location. It doesn’t get much better than that. Sometimes the simple things in life offer the most joy. Days like last Saturday are really what living free, riding hard, and being happy are all about. :-)

A Great Route from New Braunfels to Segin

View from the Power Plant

The Generator and Electric Panel add to the Atmosphere

Just a Nice Sunday Ride to The Airport Diner

2014-09-30T20:18:00.000-05:00

On Sunday, I rode to the Airport Diner in Fredericksburg, Texas with a few Gruene HOG chapter members. We didn’t start out thinking we’d be going to the Diner but it’s where we ended up. Our original destination was the Alamo Springs Café for what is claimed to be one of the best burgers in Texas. I say claimed because when we got there it was closed. Apparently, the owners were leaving for vacation on Monday and had been trying to conserve meat…they ran out on Saturday. This was my second foiled attempt to try their burgers. On my first visit, they were closed because of a blown transformer and no electricity.

Spotwalla Tracking Map

The great thing about riding is many times the destination is secondary to the ride itself. It took about an hour and a half to ride the 70 miles from Gruene Harley-Davidson to the Alamo Springs Café. Clear skies and cooler temperatures (mid-80s) made for a great Fall ride in the Texas Hill Country. FM473 and Old #9 Highway Road were particularly fun with some nice curves and beautiful views.

There were a lot of motorcyclists out taking advantage of the weather. I saw an equal number of sport bikes and cruisers sharing the road. Some shared better than others. Sadly, stereotypes were likely reinforced based on our encounter with a couple riding sport bikes. While cruising along on Old #9 Highway at or slightly above the posted speed limit, two sport bikes blew past our Sweep and cut into our formation right behind our Lead, then laid back on the throttle and blew past him on a tight curve.

Not more than three minutes later we pulled into the parking lot at the Alamo Café. Guess who was there? The sport bike riders that had just past us. Our Sweep wasted no time telling them what he thought about their riding and called them a few choice names. I’m sure they walked away thinking Harley riders are assholes…while several in our group walked away thinking sport bike riders are reckless speed freaks. Talk about awkward.

After everyone regained their composure, we decided to try the Airport Diner and off we rode. Old #9 Highway was closed a mile or so north of the Alamo Café but the detour was clearly marked so we had no

The Airport Diner...Friendly Staff, Great Food

trouble making our way to US 290 and into Fredericksburg. We cut across Friendship Lane to SH16 and rode southwest for a half-mile before turning towards the Gillespie County Airport. As we pulled into the parking lot, I was impressed. On the right was the Hanger Hotel and on the left another hanger that housed the Conference Center and Diner. It was like walking back in time. The Hanger Hotel resembled an old World War II hanger complete with large billboard graced by pretty pin-up girl worthy of being nose art on any WWII bomber. The inside of the Diner was just as period authentic as the hotel with airplane art adorning the walls and models of WWII fighter aircraft hanging from the ceiling.

We sat down and were quickly waited on. The menu was chock full of items with names like Bomber Burger, P-40 Warhawk, Officer’s Club, and Flying Tiger. I ordered the Officer’s Club and boy was it tasty. Everyone in our group was happy with their food, except one…and he ordered the Huevos Rancheros. It doesn’t get much better than a great ride followed by great food. I’ll definitely go back again.

Just Outside the Hanger Hotel

After a leisurely lunch punctuated by great food and service, I split from the group to head home by the most expeditious route available. I picked-up US 87 and made a beeline for the super slab. It’s amazing how fast you can get somewhere when you’re going 80 miles an hour. I made it home in just over an hour and a half and that included a gas stop and a stop at Wal-Mart to pick-up some medicine for my granddaughter. I may be strange, but I enjoy riding the Interstate almost as much as I like riding the back roads. What a great day!

Where did you ride last weekend? Wherever it was I hope you remembered to: Live Free. Ride Hard. Be Happy.

No Ifs, Ands, or Monkey Butts...Real Solutions for the Pain in Your Ass

2014-09-16T18:08:00.002-05:00

Most folks are uncomfortable talking about their bums. I’ve ridden with a lot of people and not one them has ever started a conversation with me about how sweaty and scalded their butt gets on a long ride. I suppose it’s not the most appropriate topic of discussion while dining. Nevertheless, if we’re being honest, it is a problem most motorcycles riders have experienced at one time or another.

These Monkey Butts...Just Look Painful

I’m not too proud to admit that I’ve experienced monkey butt on a few occasions. Most notably on Iron Butt rides when I’m in the saddle for extended periods…and on shorter rides when the temperature starts to climb. On long rides especially, it can become so uncomfortable that I can barely stay in the saddle. After my Saddlesore 2000 (2000 miles in less than 48 hours) in May, I told myself I had to find something to “fix” the problem.

While I may not have found the ultimate “fix”, I have found a couple of products and learned a few things that have helped tremendously…maybe they’ll help you too.

A Soft Saddle Is Not Your Friend

A soft and cushy saddle provides less contact area for your butt and doesn’t distribute your weight evenly causing increased pressure on your sitz bones (ischial tuberosities). This increased pressure translates to an uncomfortable and painful ride. A firmer saddle will provide more contact area and distribute your weight

Ischial Tuberosities (see blue dots)

more evenly allowing you to stay in the saddle longer without pain.

I’ve ridden more than 20K miles on a Corbin Dual Tour and I can say without hesitation, the firmer saddle is more comfortable and less painful than my stock seat. Unfortunately, a firmer saddle in and of itself won’t prevent monkey butt...but it will provide a good foundation to start from.

Moisture Is The Enemy

A major causal factor for monkey butt is moisture in the form of perspiration. With little-to-no air circulation your butt basically marinates in your own sweat (I know it’s not pretty). The longer your sit in this marinade, the more irritated and tender your backside becomes. The key to preventing this culinary nightmare (i.e. monkey butt) is to minimize moisture.

Spays and Powders

Sprays and Powders Absorb Moisture

Spays and powders are especially useful when the temperature and humidity are high. Most talcum-based powders and spays will help by reducing friction and absorbing moisture. Although I haven’t personally tried it, one such powder is Anti Monkey Butt Powder. Anti-Monkey Butt Powder has received good reviews from other bikers and is available at Wal-Mart, Walgreens, and H.E.B (if you live in Texas). The main drawback of powders is they can be messy and if you use too much you might leave powdery butt prints wherever you sit.

I didn’t like the idea of potentially leaving “evidence” behind so I tried Gold BondClassic Powder Spray. Overall, the Gold Bond Spray did a good job of keeping me dry and I would recommend it. However, be forewarned, the Classic has menthol and the burning sensation it caused in my nether regions wasn’t pleasant...in fact, it gave the Jerry Lee song, “Great Balls of Fire” a whole new meaning. If you’re into that sort of thing, use the Classic; otherwise, go with the Gold Bond Fresh Powder Spray. Gold Bond products are available at Wal-Mart, Target, Walgreens, and a whole host of other retail establishments.

Wicking Fabrics

Another tool to minimize moisture is wicking fabrics. These fabrics help control moisture by drawing it away from your skin so that it can evaporate more quickly. In the past, I’ve worn UnderArmor as it’s one of the better-known “performance” fabrics. In cooler weather and on shorter rides, Under Armor works well and will help keep you dry. However, on longer rides where you spend a lot of time in the saddle and when the temperatures start to rise, Under Armor doesn’t wick the moisture away fast enough…and eventually it becomes saturated. Once saturated, it effectively losses it wicking properties.

LD Comfort

After reading numerous positive reviews posted by other long distance riders, I purchased a pair of LD Comfort underwear. These underwear have a few unique features and have proven themselves in the Texas heat. Unlike Under Armor, LD Comfort underwear is comprised of two-layers. The inner layer stays dry while transferring the moisture to the outer layer where it has more time to dry through evaporation. LD Comfort underwear also have a “roo-fly” (think kangaroo pouch) that makes pit stops much easier and more efficient. Although they were a little pricey at $45 + $9 shipping/handling, they do work and I can understand why so many Iron Butt Rally participants sing their praises. At some point, riding comfort becomes priceless.

One note of caution when it comes to mixing sprays/powders and wicking garments. Don’t think like I did that using both the Gold Bond Spray and wearing LD Comfort underwear will result in a drier ride. As the spray powder absorbs moisture it clogs-up the wicking material and negates its benefits…making it feel like you’ve got a tropical rain forest in your pants. When wearing wicking underwear, spays and powders can make things worse. Don’t do it.

Look For Improved Airflow

If moisture is the enemy when it comes to monkey butt, improved airflow just might be your best friend. You’d think air flow would never be a problem on a motorcycle. Except in this case, you’re sitting on your butt and there’s no space for air to travel between your pants and the saddle. It seems logical that improved airflow when combined with wicking underwear or the use of spray/powder would increase the rate of evaporation and result in a drier and maybe even cooler ride.

BeadRider

While there are several products on the market that help improve airflow, several of my riding buddies say Bead Rider in one of the best. I’ve ordered one and can’t wait to try it out. The Bead Rider elevates you approximately a half inch, allowing air to pass between your butt and the seat. You sit on a woven pattern of wooden or ceramic beads. The company says, the Bead Rider improves airflow, helps to distribute your weight over a larger area, and keeps your butt from getting wet when it rains…all of which should help prevent monkey butt.

No Two Butts Alike

Preventing or minimizing monkey butt requires some trial and error. What works for one may not work for another. However, by using the information provided here you should be able to determine the best solution for you. Remember, minimize/eliminate moisture with wicking fabrics or powders and spays, improve the airflow to your backside to aid in evaporation, and find a saddle that distributes your weight evenly. When all these things come together properly, monkey butt will no longer be a pain your ass.

If you found this post to be useful and/or mildly entertaining, please share it…and as always, Live Free. RideHard. Be Happy!

Casen's First Ride

2014-09-02T21:06:00.003-05:00

My grandson, Casen, liked his motorcycle rocker and I was proud of how it turned out. I hope it will stay in the family for a long, long time. I thought this was an appropriate way to commemorate his "first" ride.

Who knows, I may have ignited a passion for riding in a whole new generation.

This is what Living Free, Riding Hard, and Being Happy is all about!

I'll Always Be Able to Ride, Right?

2014-08-29T16:46:00.001-05:00

Recently friend and fellow moto-blogger Tina Walker asked herself the the question, “What if I couldn’t ride a motorcycle anymore?” I asked myself that question and then quickly dismissed it thinking, “I’ll always be able to ride.” That thought may have been a little short sighted on my part because I found out earlier this week that I have moderate carpal tunnel syndrome in both hands.

You Can't Ride Without Them!

I’ve known for a long time that something wasn’t quite right because my fingers would routinely go numb and my hands would ache. Over the past few months, the numbness and pain have become more frequent and intense. So much so, that I sometimes wake-up in the middle of the night feeling like my hands and forearms are on fire. After more than a few restless nights, I decided it was time to see a doctor. After listening to my “symptoms” and performing a quick exam, the doc said I most likely had carpal tunnel syndrome and then referred me to a neurologist for a nerve conduction study.

If you enjoyed putting a fully charged 9-volt battery on your tongue as a kid, you’d love a nerve conduction study. I lay on the exam table for an hour as the neurologist placed sensors on both hands and forearms and used what looked like a mini stun gun to “stimulate” my nerves and muscles. It was a shocking experience, literally. It didn’t really hurt, but it was uncomfortable. When the neurologist was finished, he told me my median nerve was damaged and that I would likely need carpal tunnel release surgery on both hands. He referred me to an orthopedic surgeon to discuss treatment options.

I have an ortho appointment in two-weeks and to say the least I’m nervous about it. It’s a little ironic given my last post was titled “Don’t Let Fear be a Factor forYou.” At this point, my biggest fear is how surgery will affect my ability to ride. I don’t know what the ortho folks will say but after doing a little research, I’ve learned it can take three months or longer to return to your normal activities after surgery. Anything that requires heavy use of the hands is off-limits. I think riding a motorcycle falls squarely in this category.

Being unable to ride for three months or more is a scary thought because it’s become such an important part of my life over the past few years. I cannot adequately describe the sense of peace and freedom I feel when I’m on my bike. It is truly indescribable. When I’m not riding, I’m obsessed with planning my next ride. Strangely enough, the prospect of not being able to ride makes me think of it even more.

I wish I had given Tina’s question more thought at the time, but even now, I don’t have an answer. The thought of not being able to ride makes me sad. Over the next few months, I may have to face the realityof not being able to ride. When and if that time comes, I’ll deal with it the best I can knowing it should only be temporary. I hope my love of riding will serve as a motivator to get me back in the saddle as quickly as possible.

If you’ve dealt with carpal tunnel or had carpal tunnel release surgery, I’d really be interested in hearing about your experiences…good and bad. You can leave a comment or send me an e-mail. Your perspective is appreciated. Thanks!

Don't Let Fear Be A Factor For You

2014-08-21T18:36:00.000-05:00

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“Fear (noun) - a distressing emotion aroused by impending danger, evil, pain, etc., whether the threat is real or imagined; the feeling or condition of being afraid.” ¹

Watching my granddaughters play in the pool recently, made me think about fear and how it affects us. My oldest granddaughter, Addison, will play all day on a shallow tanning shelf but ask her to get in the deeper water, even while wearing a life jacket, and she freaks out. She’ll eventually get in but only after a lot of coaxing and even then, she wants someone to hold her the entire time. On the other hand, my youngest granddaughter, Mia, will jump right in. Mia is content to splash around on her own while wearing a life jacket. Both girls enjoy the water but have vastly different comfort levels.

I think for many, riding a motorcycle is similar to my granddaughters’ experience in the pool. Some jump right on and ride like a bat out of hell while others are so timid their motorcycles become glorified garage queens. While fear can help keep us safe and out of trouble, if not checked, it can become debilitating. Fear can keep us from trying new things and enjoying life to its fullest. Fear is the antithesis of adventure. How many times in your life has it played a part in the decisions you’ve made? Be honest with yourself.

As motorcyclists, it’s important for us to be aware of our fears and balance them with an honest assessment of our riding skills. We can’t afford to be overcome by fear while riding through a curve…the result could be deadly. We must work on improving our riding skills and addressing our fears head-on through thoughtful practice. If you’re fearful of riding the Interstate, riding at night, riding in the rain, or riding the twisties, work on your basic skills, then go out, and make yourself ride in those situations and conditions. The only way to conquer our fears is to face them.

Friend and fellow moto-blogger, Trobairitz, did just that. Two-weeks ago, she visited Huckleberry Flats Off-Highway Vehicle Area for the first time on her Yamaha TW-200. While climbing a steep and rutted hill she was almost thrown off her bike, but despite being injured and afraid she hung on and made it to the top. Traobaititz faced her fear and will forever be a better rider because of it. I admire riders like that and hope if I were in a similar situation, I’d have the intestinal fortitude to do the same.

Looking at my own life, I know that fear of the unknown, fear of failure, and fear of injury have influenced several of my decisions over the years. I regret that. I realize I can’t do anything about those things now, but I can work to do a better job of acknowledging and recognizing when fear is present and make a concerted effort to face it head on. Life is too short to hold back out of fear.

Don't let fear be a factor in your riding or your daily life. Live with no regrets...Live Free. Ride Hard. Be Happy!

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Life Lesson...Don't Become Your Own Worst Enemy

2014-08-08T16:59:00.002-05:00

If you’ve noticed, I haven’t been posting much lately…the reality is I’ve been busier than normal at work and at home I’ve been focused on building my grandson a motorcycle rocker. The time I’ve spent in my shop has been enjoyable, but it’s left little time to write, ride, or take photographs. I miss those things. Unfortunately, it’ll be a while longer before I can fully get back to them. When I started working on the rocker seven weeks ago, I had hoped to finish it as a present for my grandson’s first birthday. That didn’t happen.

Last Friday at midnight, after making a 17-hour push to finish, I realized there was still too much to do to have it ready for his birthday party that Sunday. The realization was devastating. I was so disappointed with myself for not having started sooner or working harder. I felt as though I was letting him down. I felt guilty…I had completed special gifts for his sisters for their first birthdays, but he’d have nothing from me on his special day. I was a bad grandpa and not in a funny, Johnny Knoxville, kind of way.

Core of the Motorcycle Rocker

Sherry and I left for San Angelo on Saturday morning with the motorcycle rocker laying in pieces all around my shop. It was a sad sight and I still felt bad for not finishing, but in the light of a new day, I knew everything would be okay. When we opened the door at my daughter and son-in-law’s house, we were greeted by our three smiling grandchildren. Not one of them seemed concerned with the absence of a shiny new motorcycle rocker. They just seemed happy that we were there. That made me feel good.

One Happy 1 Year Old

On Sunday at the party, my grandson received so many gifts that he didn’t know what to look at or play with first. He was happier than a pig in slop. At that moment, I knew he wasn’t missing anything by not having a motorcycle rocker built by his “Pop-Pop”. His feelings weren’t hurt. He didn’t care about what he didn’t have because he was focused on what was right in front of him. All my worrying and beating myself up had been pointless. At the end of the day, the only person who had been concerned about finishing by a certain calendar date was me (okay, and maybe my wife).

Part of the Front Wheel Assembly

Later that day on the drive back to San Antonio, I felt a sense of relief. Gone was the self-imposed pressure to hurry-up and finish…and the guilt for not finishing in time for the birthday party. After some much needed reflection, I realized over the past several weeks I’d become my own worst enemy. I grossly underestimated the time, complexity, and effort involved in building the rocker and ignored my wife’s early reminders to get started. Once started, I didn’t realistically evaluate my progress and pushed myself until I could no longer deny that it wasn’t going to be ready. I focused so much on finishing that I lost sight of what it really means to Live Free, Ride Hard, and Be Happy.

I don’t know how much longer it’ll take to complete the rocker but I do know I won’t be so laser focused as to neglect other things that bring me joy and happiness. I’ll stop being my own worst enemy and enjoy taking the time needed to build a custom “bike” my grandson can proudly hand down to his children one day. After all, a well-built motorcycle (rocker) should last for several generations, right?

I hope you never become your own worse enemy and lose sight of what it means to Live Free, Ride Hard, and Be Happy!

The Real Story Behind Harley-Davidson’s Electric Motorcycle

2014-07-18T16:58:00.000-05:00

Harley-Davidson Project LiveWire

Four-weeks ago the Motor Company shocked the world (no pun intended) by announcing its exploratory foray into electrics. Headlines like “Hell Freezes Over Harley-Davidson Shows New Electric Motorcycle” captured the sentiment of the day. No one could have imagined the 111-year old Motor Company, creator and champion of arguably the most beloved internal combustion powered motorcycles in history, would ever build anything else. For a few Harley riders, the news was downright sacrilege. After all, an electric motorcycle could never look, feel, or sound like a “real” Harley-Davidson…right? Unfortunately, in the midst of the buzz surrounding the announcement, the real story behind Harley-Davidson’s electric motorcycle was lost.

The world we live in today is vastly different from the world we lived in 10 years ago… or even five years ago. Social norms are not the same. Right, wrong, or indifferent, even the things people deeply value have changed. To remain successful, companies and individuals must adapt. If they don’t, they face extinction. The Motor Company’s history, rich in tradition, makes their announcement even more heartening because it shows a true willingness to adapt. At the end of the day, Harley-Davidson’s continued success relies on its ability to stay true to its heritage while building a bridge to the future. Project LiveWire does just that…and therein lies the real story.

Manufacturer	Harley- Davidson	Zero Motorcycles	Brammo	Mission Motorcycles	Energica Superbike
Status	Prototype	Production	Production	Production	Production
Range (miles)	~60	158-171	50-128	105-140	62-118
Top Speed (mph)	~92	~100	~110	~150	~150
Price $	???	9.5K-21.9K	11K-19K	32.5K-42.5K	25K-28K

Quick Comparison of Current e-Motorcycle Specifications

No doubt, the Motor Company has a few hurdles to jump in terms of user acceptance and overall range but their efforts to build customer interest and acceptance with the Project LiveWire ExperienceTour and their collaboration with Mission Motors are steps in the right direction. As a bona-fide Harley-Davidson enthusiast and rider, I’m hopeful that other Harley riders will recognize this as a giant leap towards the future and support the Motor Company’s efforts to bring this electric motorcycle to market. Although it might not be feasible to ride 1000-miles in 24 hours on a LiveWire (or any other electric motorcycle) today, urban-suburban commuting is entirely within reason. Given the current specs for existing production electric motorcycles, one can almost bet that the Motor Company has some surprises up their sleeve when it comes time for production.

Navigant Research - Top 10 e-Motorcycle/e-Scooter Players Today

(Photo from zeromotorcyles.com)

Fellow moto-blogger, Chris Cope, wrote that Harley-Davidson’s electric motorcycle represents a seismic shift in motorcycling. I couldn’t agree more. According to Navigant Research, the market is in the early stages of development and its key players are relatively new manufacturers with limited distribution channels. Harley-Davidson has the name recognition, capital, and worldwide distribution channels needed to electrify a market projected to grow by 30% a year (in North America and Europe) for the next decade. With LiveWire, Harley-Davidson is poised to become THE dominant player in the electric motorcycle market. Seismic shift, indeed!

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Saddle-Up and Put a Little Sunshine in Your Life

2014-06-19T17:40:00.000-05:00

The world we live in can be a scary place. Open a newspaper, skim a newsfeed, or watch television for more than a few minutes and you’re bombarded with stories of just how terrible things really are…crime and conflict are rampant, death and decay are everywhere, no one is safe from evil doers. It seems for every positive headline or story there are a hundred that are negative. It makes you wonder how anyone ever makes it out of bed. It’s just sad. Surely, there’s a way out of this proverbial darkness?

It ain't a pony but it'll make you smile

I believe the answer lies in a story I heard as a teenager about two boys participating in a scientific study. One boy was put into a room of beautiful, brand new toys and the other into a room full of horse manure. The boy in the room full of toys immediately burst into tears, while the boy in the room full of manure jumped up and down excitedly and begged for a shovel. When the researcher asked why he was crying, the boy in the room full of toys replied, “I know as soon as I touch something it’ll break and I’ll get in trouble.” When the researcher ask the boy in the room full of manure why he wanted a shovel, the boy grinned from ear-to-ear and said, “With this much manure, there’s bound to be a pony in here somewhere and I’m going to find it!”

So, how do we carry on when the world around us is going to hell in a hand-basket? The second boy had the answer. We need to pull out our shovels and start shoveling. We might not be able to control much but we can control our attitude and outlook. We can choose to look for the pony. I think most motorcycle riders do this instinctively. As riders, we don’t dwell on the risks and dangers of riding. If we did, we’d likely be paralyzed by fear. Instead, we focus on the positives…the overwhelming sense of freedom and sheer exhilaration we experience when tearing up the twisties or eating up the miles on a deserted stretch of highway. We need to nurture this instinct and apply it to all aspects of our life.

Need an attitude adjustment? Ride

Fortunately, we have an excellent tool to help us…our motorcycles. Every time we roll back on the throttle we shovel away the darkness and negativity that surrounds us and we let a little sunshine in. When I’ve had a bad day, feel down, angry, or otherwise need an attitude adjustment I know I can saddle-up and ride. Within minutes, my whole outlook has improved and all is good. Riding a motorcycle is excellent therapy. It provides a new and brighter lens from which to view the world and gives us a fresh perspective on life. It helps us find the pony buried in a room full of manure.

Will you look for the pony? I sincerely hope that you LiveFree, Ride Hard, Be Happy and shovel, shovel, shovel.

Love'em or Hate'em Harley-Davidson Has Earned A Little Loyalty

2014-06-05T21:47:00.002-05:00

Love’em or hate’em the Harley-Davidson Motor Company is the indisputable King of building lasting relationships with its customers. As a Harley owner, I’m impressed with the Motor Company’s efforts to create a bond between the company and those of us who buy their motorcycles. I’ll be the first to admit their primary motivation for creating this bond is to sell more product…but I don’t care. It’s great that Harley-Davidson values our business enough to create and promote an environment where people from all walks of life can come together to share the freedom and passion of riding. I don’t know of any other motorcycle company that even tries to do that.

Shade Tree Saloon

This past weekend I attended a customer appreciation event sponsored by my local dealer, Gruene Harley-Davidson. The dealership organized a ride to the Shade Tree Saloon & Grill, a local watering hole, in Spring Branch, Texas and bought everyone’s lunch. There were 200+ people and 150+ bikes that participated. As I moved through the crowd, I was amazed at how easily the conversation flowed. No one cared whether you were blue-collar, white-collar, or no-collar. What was important was that you enjoyed riding. There was an unspoken sense of family. It was a great event!

Besides giving away free food and drink, which can be found on almost any weekend at many Harley dealerships around the country, the Motor Company also promotes the Harley Owners Group (HOG) as a way to bring like-minded individuals together. Whether you’re a new rider or one that’s ridden your entire life, HOG is a great way to meet folks who just want to ride and have fun. HOG has been around for 31 years and boasts over 1,400 chapters with more than one-million members worldwide. Now, that’s a lot of motorcycle love. If you own a Harley-Davidson, you should check out your local HOG Chapter (most Harley dealerships sponsor a chapter). As a member of the Gruene HOG Chapter, I’ve participated in countless group rides, eaten some great food, seen some terrific places, helped raise money for charity, and met some really cool people.

My involvement with HOG has been very positive. While I enjoy riding by myself, riding with other Chapter members adds a new dynamic to the whole experience. There’s something almost magical about riding in a crisp staggered formation with people you’ve grown to trust…and it’s nice knowing you’re not alone when you have trouble along the road. Had the Harley-Davidson Motor Company not pushed and promoted HOG, I certainly would have missed some great times and may have never fully understood the camaraderie shared by those who ride. That’s worth something.

Just a few of the many Bikes at Shade Tree

I know there are other motorcycle manufacturers out there and I’m not such a Harley disciple that I would never consider another brand. But…wait for it…I’ll always look at Harleys first because the Motor Company has earned a little loyalty. As I stated in the beginning, I know of no other motorcycle manufacturer that invests as much in their customers as Harley-Davidson. Maybe that’s what makes them an American icon.

I’d like to know if my experience is unique, so please share your experiences with me. And if I’ve missed something in terms of other motorcycle manufacturers and how they treat their customers, by all means, please share your story because at the end of the day, it doesn't matter what you ride. It only matters that you ride.

Saddlesore 2000 Ride Report: The Long Ride Home – Kentucky to Texas (1086 miles)

2014-05-17T13:08:00.002-05:00

The alarm on my phone went off at 4:45 a.m. EDT Sunday morning. I didn’t want to get up but I could hear the clock in my head ticking away. I needed to get moving and back on the bike…I had a lot of miles to cover in order to complete my ride within the allotted time. My dad knocked on the door to ensure I was awake; he was my back-up plan just in case the phone alarm wasn’t able to wake me. I told him I was up and slowly rolled out of bed. Tick-tock, tick-tock. By 5:15, I was showered and dressed.

I felt good but my backside and the bottoms of my feet were slightly tender. I knew it was going to be a long ride home. I drank a big glass of orange juice before heading to the garage to re-pack the bike. It was chilly outside. Dad said it was 54 degrees. I knew I needed to start the trip with my heated jacket liner. I didn’t want to repeat yesterday’s mistake. I gave the bike a quick once over, put on my gear, and gave my dad a hug goodbye. I was glad I had the opportunity to see him, even if it was for such a short period of time. My dad opened the garage door and at 5:45, I rolled out of the driveway.

Shortly after sunrise in Kentucky

I made a quick stop for gas at the Five Star station by the Interstate. I got my gas, completed my log entry, and got back on the bike. It was an excellent time to be on the road. The Interstate was almost empty except for the occasional big rig. I rolled back on the throttle, mindful not to out run my headlight…I didn’t want an unforeseen animal encounter to ruin my day. Within minutes, the sky began to lighten as the sun made its way above the horizon. I could feel my spirits lifting with the dawn of a new day. The 118 miles between Louisville and Franklin passed quickly. I enjoyed the ride while soaking in the scenery and chasing the shadows. I thought to myself, “Life is good.”

I pulled into the Pilot station in Franklin at 6:42 CDT just under two hours from when I started my journey home. I was making good time but started thinking about the number of miles I had left to go. It was overwhelming. I went inside to pick-up my gas receipt and noticed some pre-made breakfast sandwiches. I grabbed one and stepped to the counter. I paid for my bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich, got my gas receipt and hustled out the door. As I woofed down my food and a bottle of Gatorade, I told myself to focus only on the next stop and not the entire trip. I don’t know if was the food or the positive self-talk, but I felt better and got on the bike with a renewed sense of energy.

Farming is big business in Tennessee

Sunday was turning out to be a great day to travel. I made my way down I-65 through Nashville and picked-up I-40 without hitting any traffic. I kept my mind occupied on the stretch between Nashville and Jackson by jamming to the “Taylor Swift” and “ZZ Top” channels on Pandora. I was thankful for the great cell reception because it might have gotten ugly had I been left alone in silence with only my thoughts. Bluetooth headsets rule! As I made my way off the Interstate and to the Love’s station in Jackson, I realized my backside was getting very tender. I was happy to get off the bike for a few minutes. I thought about the movie “Groundhog Day’’ with Bill Murray as I gassed-up, completed my log, ate some jerky, and got back on the bike. The routine was getting old.

I snapped a few photos as I crossed the Mississippi River into Arkansas and prepared myself for another round of road construction slowdowns. I was pleasantly surprised. With fewer cars and trucks on the road, traffic didn’t slow to a crawl as it did the day before. I made good time to the MAPCO in Wheatly beating my 12:04 planned arrival time by almost 20 minutes. I decided to give my butt a break and make an extended stop. After going through my normal fuel ritual, I went inside for a repeat of yesterday’s lunch…two chicken strips, two biscuits, and a bottle of Gatorade. Lunch was good and I enjoyed the air conditioning. I was glad to have the opportunity to shed my heated liner and sit in a position that didn’t make my backside feel like it was on fire. Sadly my leisurely lunch was cut short by that damn clock inside my head…tick-tock, tick-tock. Next stop Prescott, Arkansas.

Over the Mississippi River into Arkansas

The ride to Prescott was enjoyable with blue skies and warm (almost hot) temperatures. The only downside was I couldn’t find a seating position that would stay comfortable. I felt like I was squirming all the time…and there’s not much real estate on a Sportster to squirm. At one point I discovered I could put my feet on the passenger pegs and achieve a whole new riding position. I’m sure as I passed through Little Rock several drivers thought I was crazy, “Hey, look at that guy, he must think his Harley is a sport bike.” I didn’t care what people thought, it felt good. I enjoyed being able to lift slightly off the seat and let the air cool my burning nether region.

When I arrived at the Paramount Travel Center in Prescott at 2:37 I couldn’t wait to get off the bike. I’d ridden 602 miles in 9 hours and 53 minutes and I was feeling it. I let myself think for a moment about the 484 miles I had left to cover and I felt defeated. I was ahead of my ride plan by about 26 minutes so I decided to take another extended break. I grabbed a bottle of Gatorade from the cooler and went inside. They had an Arby’s so I got a Beef-n-Cheddar and sat down. I tried not to rush but that clock inside my head kept pushing me. I told myself only two more stops before I reached home and then I’d be done…and it was only 148 miles to Sulphur Springs. As soon as I sat on the bike my backside started burning again but with a renewed outlook I fired-up my trusty steed and pointed her west.

Arkansas Road Construction

The ride along I-30 in Arkansas is pretty scenic when you’re not hassled by road construction. There are a nice variety of trees lining the highway with a couple of bridges and water crossings. I tried to get comfortable and soak it all in. For as much discomfort as I was in, I still felt an overwhelming connection with all that was around me. It was a good day to ride. I crossed the Texas State line at approximately 3:40 and felt like I was almost home. There’s something mentally refreshing about knowing you won’t be riding across more state lines before completing your ride. The 75 mph speed limit just east of Texarkana was a welcomed sight. I rolled back on the throttle and pushed towards Sulphur Springs.

It was 5:04 when I got to the Pilot station. I dismounted slowly as any movement in the saddle had become very uncomfortable. I followed my routine – gas, log, and hydrate then took an extra minute or two to stretch my legs and back. I plugged my headset into the power on my bike so it wouldn’t run out of juice and made my way back to the Interstate. Daylight was burning and I had one more stop before my final push home.

The leg between Sulphur Springs and Waco was the longest leg of the trip at 171 miles. I tried not to think of the total distance to Waco but rather the landmarks in between…Greenville, Lake Ray Hubbard, and Dallas. The thought of completing the challenge with the 48 hours motivated me despite the burning sensation I felt in my backside. I adjusted my riding position frequently and performed the stretches fellow moto-blogger Tina Walker had recommended every few miles just as I had throughout the trip. I was surprised at how the traffic picked-up as I got closer to Lake Ray Hubbard and then got even heavier in Dallas. I didn’t experience any slowdowns but the number of cars and trucks on the road at 6:30 p.m. on a Sunday was a little unnerving.

Somewhere between Waxahachie and Waco

Luckily traffic thinned-out south of Dallas and I could relax a little. I never gave too much thought about the lack of civilization between Waxahachie and Waco…there’s just not much there to see. Fortunately as the sun got lower in the sky the shadows came out to play. Anything to take my mind of the continual discomfort I felt in the parts of my anatomy that never see the sun. I took several photos of the Shadow Rider and thought it might be cool to put together a collection of photographs revolving around riding and shadows. The mind works in mysterious ways after being on a bike for over 14 hours and 851 miles.

The timestamp on my Valero Corner Store fuel receipt read 8:00 p.m. I had made it to Waco and hour and nine minutes ahead of my ride plan. I was excited. I could officially end my Saddlesore 2000 ride in Waco because I had already crossed the 2000 mile point. I’d ridden 2008 miles in approximately 43 hours. I decided to wait and end my ride at home as planned. I knew barring any unforeseen circumstances I could complete the entire 2172 miles within the required 48 hours…I only had 164 miles to go.

Shadow Rider as sun sets in Texas

The sun dipped below the horizon as I rode out of Waco and the sky was completely black by the time I made it to Temple. Strangely I was nervous about riding the rest of the way in the dark. I think the mental and physical fatigue from riding so hard over the past two days had caught-up to me. I watched the sides of the road closely for any movement. I didn’t want to be surprised by a deer or other animal darting across the road. As I neared Georgetown, traffic started to pick-up and I was actually happy to see other vehicles on the road. I decided there was a modicum of safety riding in the midst of the swarm. I could at least use their headlights to “see” farther down the road and for a reason I can’t explain felt less threatened by a potential animal encounter.

I must I lead a pretty sheltered life because the traffic through Austin seemed heavy for a Sunday night at 9:45 p.m. I’d normally be getting ready for bed, so I wondered what all these people were out and about doing. I ticked-off the miles after Austin getting more excited the closer I got to home. Buda, San Marcos, New Braunfels…I was almost finished. My bubble burst when I came to three full lanes of stopped traffic less than 5 miles from my exit. Apparently TexDoT in their infinite wisdom had shut down several lanes for construction. I struggled to keep from dropping the bike in the stop and go traffic for almost a mile. I was physically exhausted. I didn’t know how I would finish the ride if I stayed on the Interstate. I watched for an opening and made my way to the shoulder and then through some roughage to the access road.

Traffic on the access road moved smoothly and it didn’t take long to make it to the EZ-Mart for my ending gas receipt. I gingerly got back on the bike and rode the last few miles home. When I reached my subdivision, I called my wife to open our garage door. I pulled into the garage and turned off the bike. It was 11:03 p.m. and my Saddlesore 2000 was complete…2072 miles in 46 hours and 13 minutes.

PROLOGUE

This ride gave me a new found respect for riders who do multiple1000 mile days. I don’t know if I had another 1000 mile day in me. My backside was tender for a couple of days after the ride but I felt good about my accomplishment. I love my Sportster but may have to re-think its suitability for longer Iron Butt rides. I have no doubt that I could easily tour on it as long as I kept the mileage down to under 500 miles a day.

What’s next, I’m not sure. I do know I enjoy Iron Butt rides and will do more. Hey, when’s summer solstice and the longest day of the year? Now that could be an interesting Iron Butt ride…do 1000 miles before it gets dark. Hmmnn, something to think about.

St Judes Chlidrens Hospital in Memphis

No this isn't one of the Great Pyramids...this is in Memphis

It's a Great Day to Ride!

On Bike Selfie

I look like hell - 2008 miles in 43 hours

SaddleSore 2000 Ride Report: The First 24 Hours - Texas to Kentucky (1086 miles)

2014-05-12T17:34:00.004-05:00

I was anxious as I checked the bike over one last time before donning my chaps, jacket, reflective vest, helmet, and gloves. The time for planning and preparing was over. It was time to ride and ride hard. I kissed my wife, told her I’d be careful then eased back on the throttle, and pulled out of the garage to clear skies and bright stars. At 12:50 a.m., my 2000-mile 48-hour Iron Butt adventure was officially underway.

Sunrise in Sulphur Springs, Texas

I stopped at a station about 3 miles from home to top off my tank and get a time/date stamped business receipt to document my start, then made my way to the Interstate. Unlike most of the day, I-35 was almost empty. It was as if I had the entire Interstate to myself. I enjoyed the quiet solitude and cool fresh air. As I neared Austin, traffic began to pick-up and I was surprised at how many cars were on the road at 1:40 in the morning. I was on high alert for drunk drivers as I made my way through downtown Austin. My mom always said, “nothing good ever happens after midnight” so I imagined there were a few cars being driven by folks that may have partied a little too hard. I kept my distance just in case.

Traffic thinned out after passing through Georgetown and I was once again alone. There’s something peaceful yet slightly unsettling about riding the freeway at night. I enjoyed the stillness, but was on edge thinking about animals lurking just outside the reach of my high beams. I was torn between taking advantage of the open road and making the best time possible and riding more conservatively. My fear of an undesired animal encounter won out and I kept my speed down accordingly.

Somewhere between Austin and Temple, I realized I was getting cold. Prolonged exposure to the cool air was having a chilling effect and was beginning to make me uncomfortable. I kicked myself for not wearing an additional layer but was thankful I had packed my heated jacket liner. I wouldn’t be cold for long. I pulled into the Smart Stop in Waco at 3:37 a.m., right on schedule. I got gas, completed my log entry, and put my heated liner on under my leather jacket. I was back on the road in less than 15 minutes.

My heated liner kept me toasty warm as I made my way through Dallas and beyond. I felt good. As the sky began to lighten, I was overcome by a sense of reverence. I thanked God for the opportunity to experience the ride and for the promise of a new day. No matter how dark the night, we can always take comfort in knowing the sun will rise to light our way. Within minutes of my 6:26 a.m. fuel stop in Sulphur Springs the sun fully broke the horizon…it was glorious. With a renewed spirit, I twisted the throttle hard for my final push out of Texas.

The sign at the Arkansas state line was a welcome sight. There’s something mentally refreshing about
entering a new state. You feel closer to your destination and it gives you a boost of energy. Unfortunately, my exuberance didn’t last long. Shortly after stopping in Prescott for gas, the state rolled out the real “Welcome to Arkansas” sign--road construction ahead. Mile-after-mile of one-lane only, time-killing construction. I thought I was in purgatory as I crept along in a line of traffic moving 55-60 miles per hour. I was on the clock and needed to average at least 63 mph to complete the ride on time. After what seemed like an eternity, the road opened up and I pressed hard to get through Little Rock and on to Wheatley as quickly as possible.

Arkansas Road Construction

I pulled into the MAPCO in Wheatly at 11:20 a.m., 35 minutes ahead of my planned arrival time. I was pleased with my time but starting to feel the effects of the last 650 miles. The backsides of my legs where they contact the saddle were starting to get a little tender. It was time to take a break. I gassed-up, completed my log, pulled a Gatorade out of the cooler in my large Viking Bag, and went inside for something to eat. They had a nice variety of everything, as long as it was chicken. I ordered two chicken strips and two biscuits. I must have been hungry because I thought they were the best chicken strips I ever tasted. After an extended 45+ minute break, I felt rejuvenated. I geared-up and pressed toward my next stop, Jackson Tennessee.

Sadly, Arkansas wasn’t finished with me. Shortly after leaving Wheatley, the entire eastbound side of I-40 was shut down with one lane of traffic being diverted to the westbound side. For almost two miles, traffic inched along before folks fully made the transition and began moving at 50-55 miles per hour. The construction zone ended about 15 miles east of Memphis. I twisted the throttle to make-up some time. I was going 70-75 when I hit a poorly filled pothole and my cell phone popped out of its RAM mount on my left handlebar. I watched in terror as it fell behind me.

My first thought was “my phone is gone and I need to keep going”, but my second thought was “what if I find it and it still works”. Being the eternal optimist, I pulled over as quickly as I could and began my walk of shame. I had no idea exactly where it fell off and wasn’t sure that it might not have been run over by an 18-wheeler. I kept walking. After what seemed like a quarter mile, I was ready to give up but at that moment saw it lying screen down on the shoulder. I picked it up. The screen was shattered and its body was mangled. I had little hope that it would still work but gently pressed the home button. To my amazement, the screen lit up and everything appeared to work. Hallelujah! I made my way back to the bike, put the phone back in the RAM mount, double checked to see if it was secure, and merged back onto the Interstate.

Finally, I'm leaving Arkansas!

The Mississippi River and Memphis were a welcomed sight. Arkansas hadn’t been very nice to me and I was happy to see it in my rear view mirror. Traffic in Memphis was light and I quickly made my way through the city. I was a little distraught when I heard a woman’s voice in my helmet say, “low battery, goodbye”. With my nether regions becoming more tender with each passing hour, I couldn’t imagine five more hours on the road without some form of entertainment to distract me. Not to mention what my wife would start to think when her calls went to voicemail. Although I didn’t want to lose any saddle time, I decided I’d look for a micro-USB/USB cable in Jackson so I could run power to my Bluetooth headset.

After about an hour and a half of silence, which really wasn’t bad, I lucked upon a Wal-Mart just off the Interstate in Jackson. Getting in and out of the parking lot took forever but I found what I needed and reestablished my communications and entertainment capability. I rode another five miles up the Interstate to my designated fuel stop and filled-up. Even after searching for my phone and my Wal-Mart detour, I was about 5 minutes ahead of my plan. I was thankful I had been able to run 70-75 miles an hour for most of the trip. Barring any additional delays, I calculated I’d get to my dad’s by nightfall.

Although there was some road construction and moderate traffic, my ride from Jackson through Nashville was uneventful. I was able to maintain a good speed and the weather was perfect. As I rode through Nashville, I remembered at one time there was an Oscar Mayer plant just off I-65. I watched for it but never saw it. I guess it has long since closed but thinking about it put a smile on my face as I sang the Oscar Mayer Bologna song from my childhood. I’m glad I have a full-face helmet, otherwise people would’ve thought I was crazy.

Shadow Rider

I crossed the Kentucky state line at approximately 5:35 p.m. with a renewed sense of energy. It felt good knowing that I only had a couple of hours left on the bike. It had become almost impossible to find a comfortable spot to sit in the saddle or place my feet on the pegs. I was happy to take a short fuel break in Franklin. I stretched and ate a little jerky after filling my tank. After drinking a quick bottle of Gatorade, I mounted the bike and rode knowing my next stop would be it for the night.

Making my way up I-65 I couldn’t help but be impressed by the green pastures and smell of fresh air.
Kentucky is a scenic place and the ride to Louisville was proving to be quite enjoyable. As the sun moved lower on the horizon, it was peaceful watching the landscape change colors and the shadows come out to play. I snapped several photos of the shadow rider riding next to me. Shortly after crossing into the Eastern Time zone, I called my dad to discuss dinner plans. He told me dinner was waiting for me. I pulled into my dad’s driveway just as the last bit of daylight was consumed by darkness. I pulled into the garage and slowly got off the bike. It had been a long day. I covered 1086 miles 18 hours and 55 minutes. In just about 9 hours I’d be doing it all over again. It was time to eat and go to bed...

It fell off the bike at 70 mph and still works!

Riding with the shadows in Kentucky

Who is this guy and why is he following me?

Changing landscape as sun goes down

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Coming Soon…Saddlesore 2000 Ride Report: The Long Ride Home – Kentucky to Texas (1086 miles).

The Key to Iron Butt Certification…Document, Document, Document

2014-05-01T21:52:00.001-05:00

I’ve ridden the SaddleSore 2000 in my head a hundred times and I’m comfortable with my ride plan. I’ll start at 1:00 a.m. on Saturday, 3 May and with a little luck will finish by midnight on Sunday, 4 May. If all goes as planned, I’ll complete the 2000-mile ride within the required 48 hours. All that will be left to do is turn in my documentation package and pay the certification fee. Sounds easy, right? Wrong.

To be fair, the process isn’t too difficult but it is rigorous and requires attention to detail. The Iron Butt Association doesn’t just hand out certificates and pins to anyone who claims to have completed an Iron Butt ride. They make you prove it, and they do that by requiring you to document all aspects of your ride. Once you’ve submitted your package, they do a thorough review to verify you rode the ride you claimed.

For SaddleSore and BunBurner rides, the documentation requirements are the same. You’ll need to provide:

Information on yourself and your motorcycle
Certification fee (check or money order) for ride being certified Signed witness statement for both the start and end of ride
Log of all stops Copy of all gas receipts (time and date stamped) annotated with odometer reading at the time of stop
Map showing an overview of the route followed
Notes on difficulties encountered (i.e. unable to obtain a receipt, etc.) or any other information to assist the verification process

For me, these requirements were a little overwhelming at first. I was concerned I might miss or forget something along the ride and not have what was required to complete the certification process. To keep this from happening, I created a certification documentation package template in Microsoft Word. I used the template to create the certification package for my Texas Tour of Honor Extreme BunBurner ride and it helped me keep things straight. I carried the paperwork in a folder and used it at every stop to capture the required information. I kept all my receipts in a zip-lock bag. Once I completed the ride, I scanned my receipts and added them to the document package. I then printed-out the entire document and mailed it to the IBA for certification. About eight weeks later, I received my IBA BunBurner certificate letting me know the ride was certified. Success!

Here’s a copy of the certification documentation package I used for my BunBurner ride, I’ll create a similar one for the SaddleSore 2000. If you’d like a fill-in-the-blank MS Word version you can edit to document your Iron Butt ride, leave a comment and let me know how to reach you…I’d be happy to send it to you.

You can increase your chance of Iron Butt success by planning your ride, riding your plan, and remembering to document, document, document. While you’ll always have the personal satisfaction of completing a challenging ride, if you don’t document it properly, the IBA won’t certify it as an “official” Iron Butt ride. Hopefully the information shared here has helped demystify the documentation process and will help you reach your Iron Butt goals.

If you’d like to do a virtual ride along on my SaddleSore 2000, visit my Ride Along page and follow my progress on the SpotWalla map. It should start updating around 1:00 a.m. on Saturday, 3 May. It’s almost time to ride…

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To learn more about the various Iron Butt rides and rules check-out the IBA website.

Scratching My Long Distance Itch

2014-04-24T17:48:00.001-05:00

It’s been six months since my last Iron Butt Association (IBA) long distance ride and I’m getting a little anxious for another challenge. After completing the BunBurner 1500 in under 36 hours in October 2013, I’ve set my sights on the Saddlesore 2000 (2000-miles in under 48 hours). I’ve mapped out an all Interstate route between San Antonio and my Dad’s house in Louisville, KY for a round-trip total of 2172 miles. I should be able to make the 1086-mile one-way trip, get 7 to 8 hours of sleep, and return to San Antonio all in about 47 hours.

I originally wanted to do this in March but the weather in both Texas and Kentucky was cooler and wetter than normal, so I put it off. Now I’m looking at early May and hoping the weather will cooperate. Sure, I could’ve ridden in the cold and rain but it’s not as fun. Some might question my judgment on calling this kind of ride fun, but there’s something very exhilarating and challenging about it. Try sitting in a saddle for hours on end. It isn’t as easy as it sounds, but it’s not impossible either. You just have to want it. Hell, It’s an adventure!

San Antonio to Louisville - 1086 miles

I considered a couple of factors to increase my chances for a successful ride. First, the number of miles I can reasonably travel on a tank of gas. With a 4.5-gallon tank, I can go about 170 miles at highway speeds without too much fear of running out of gas. Based on this, I’ve planned gas stops about every 165 miles. The downside to this relatively short gas interval is I’ll have to make quite a few stops and stops eat-up time, which is a precious commodity on any Iron Butt ride. I hope to keep most stops to no more than 12 minutes to minimize the time I’m off the bike.

Another factor I looked at is start time. I’d like to avoid as much traffic as possible while riding through Austin, Dallas, Little Rock, Memphis, and Nashville and I’d like to complete the ride in time to get a few hours sleep before going to work. I considered taking a Friday off and getting an early start but after looking at several scenarios, it became evident that no matter when I left I was likely to hit traffic in at least one of the cities I’d be riding through. In order to avoid traffic and get home in time to get some sleep before work, I’ve decided to start the ride around 1:00 a.m. on a Saturday morning. If I maintain a 63 mph moving average, I should avoid traffic jams and be finished by midnight Sunday. I’m hoping since the entire route is on the super slab I won’t have issues maintaining that moving average.

My SaddleSore 2000 Ride Plan

My wife thinks I’m crazy as do some of my friends but to me it seems perfectly normal. It may be a little extreme but that’s what makes it interesting. I certainly won’t be the first person to try a ride like this and I won’t be the last. There’ve been plenty of riders who’ve completed a SaddleSore 2000…and IBA rides even more difficult and extreme. Life is meant to be lived and sometimes we have to step out of our comfort zones to know what it truly means to be alive. We should never let fear and complacency define us. We should strive to Live Free, Ride Hard, and Be Happy every day!

Wish me luck!

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Want to know more about the Iron Butt Association (IBA)?

Running the super slab? Here’s a nice tool for planning your gas stops.

Get some tips from a seasoned long distance rider…Tim Masterson

Protect Your Egg…Have You Considered the Risks?

2014-04-11T20:10:00.001-05:00

Protected Egg

Helmets and helmet laws make for an interesting and sometimes polarizing discussion within the motorcycling community. Personally, I always wear a helmet but I don’t believe in legislating compliance. Although I’ve worked in and around government all my life, I’m not a big-government kind of guy. I believe in individual responsibility and freedom of choice. As riders, we know motorcycling is inherently more risky than driving a car and we accept that fact.

In order to stay alive on a motorcycle, we need to understand the risks we face and the tools we have available to manage/mitigate those risks. To gain a better understanding of one of the tools in our rider toolbox, I asked motorcyclists on Reddit and Google+ about their helmet wearing habits and what they thought about mandatory helmet laws. I received over 200 comments from riders across the world. I’ve summarized some of the more common responses and conditions riders listed for wearing or not wearing a helmet in the Table below. Not surprisingly, most riders who responded said they were NOT in favor of mandatory helmet laws…bikers are definitely an independent lot.

Table: Common Reasons/Conditions

Wear A Helmet	Don’t Wear A Helmet
Protect My Head/Face	Better Visibility/Hearing
Don’t Like Rocks/Bugs in Face	Feels Good - Wind in Hair/Face
Wind At Speed Hurts Face	Hurts Head/Neck
Saved Life in Previous Accident	Biker Culture
Only In Town	Never Ride on Highway/Never Ride Fast
When Travelling at High Speeds	When Travelling at Low Speeds
Consideration for Family	It Messes Up My Hair
It’s the Law	Stick it to “The Man”

I was surprised by some of the reasons and conditions given because they potentially indicate a misunderstanding about what helmets are designed to do. While DOT and Snell rated helmets are designed to protect us from head and brain injuries, that protection is optimized for a limited set of conditions. Contrary to what some may think, helmets are not designed for direct high-speed impacts. By design, helmets provide the greatest protection for impacts under 30 mph.

DOT helmet standards focus on three areas of performance: impact attenuation/energy absorption, penetration resistance, and retention system effectiveness. From an impact point of view, helmets are tested via a drop test and allow for a peak acceleration of 400 G (G is gravity constant). This is effectively like travelling 13.5 mph and hitting a stationary/immovable object (with your head) and coming to a complete stop in 1.5 milliseconds. That’s a lot of force! It’s easy to see why helmets aren’t very effective in direct high-speed impacts…the brain can’t survive the higher G forces. Fortunately, most motorcycle accidents occur at speeds well under 30 mph and most don’t involve decelerating to a complete stop in under 0.0015 seconds…conditions where helmets protect the best.

Although it may be somewhat dated, the Hurt Study: Motorcycle Accident Cause Factors and Identification of Countermeasures provides some great insights into motorcycle accidents and prevention. Every rider should read the study summary, but here’s what I found most interesting:

Three-fourths of motorcycle accidents involve collision with another vehicle (usually a car).
One-fourth of motorcycle accidents are single vehicle accidents involving the motorcycle colliding with the roadway or some fixed object.
Rider error is responsible for two-thirds of single vehicle accidents, with the typical error being a slide out and fall due to over braking or running wide on a curve due to excess speed or under-cornering.
Most motorcycle accidents involve short trips (i.e. shopping, errands, friends, entertainment or recreation) and are most likely to happen shortly after starting the trip.
The median pre-crash speed was 29.8 mph, the median crash speed was 21.5 mph, and the one-in-a-thousand crash speed is approximately 86 mph.
Intersections are the most likely place for a motorcycle accident, with the other vehicle violating the motorcycle right-of-way, and often violating traffic signals.
The failure of motorists to detect and recognize motorcycles in traffic is the main cause of motorcycle accidents (i.e. “I didn’t see a motorcycle”).
More than three-fourths of all accident hazards are within 45 degrees of either side of straight ahead… peripheral vision is generally not a factor.
Voluntary helmet use by riders involved in an accident was lowest for untrained, uneducated, young riders on hot days and short trips.
The majority of riders involved in accidents have essentially no formal training (i.e. MSF, Riders Edge, etc.). Formal rider training reduces accident involvement and is related to reduced injuries in an accident does occur.

Unprotected Egg

From a risk management perspective, wearing a helmet won’t reduce your chances of being involved in an accident but it will reduce the probability of sustaining a head/brain injury. As riders, we should make deliberate decisions about the gear we wear. While “sticking it to the man” or “not wanting to mess up your hair” may be valid personal reasons for not wearing a helmet, neither indicates you’ve consciously (no pun intended) thought about the risks you’ll encounter on your ride.

So, will you protect your egg? Whatever you decide is up you…you just need to understand the risks and be willing to accept them. Remember, Live Free, Ride Hard, Be Happy…and Ride Safe!

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References:

http://www.ghsa.org/html/stateinfo/laws/helmet_laws.html

http://www-nrd.nhtsa.dot.gov/Pubs/809861.pdf

http://www-nrd.nhtsa.dot.gov/Pubs/811639.pdf

http://www-nrd.nhtsa.dot.gov/Pubs/811759.pdf

http://www.cdc.gov/Features/MotorcycleSafety/

http://www.bikersrights.com/statistics/twisting.html

http://www.bikersrights.com/statistics/trauma.html

http://pages.cs.wisc.edu/~john/vfr/hurt.html

http://www.bikersrights.com/statistics/goldstein/reviews/reviews.html

http://www.bikersrights.com/statistics/goldstein/reviews/1.html

http://www-nrd.nhtsa.dot.gov/Pubs/811011.pdf

http://www.abateofmichigan.org/HelmetLawInfo.htm

http://ultimatemotorcycling.com/motorcycle-helmet-standards-explained-dot-ece-22-05-snell/
http://www.motorcyclehouse.com/blog/the-ultimate-guide-to-motorcycle-helmet-standards-dot-part-1/

http://www.gpo.gov/fdsys/pkg/CFR-2011-title49-vol6/pdf/CFR-2011-title49-vol6-sec571-218.pdf

Which Would You Prefer…Politically Correct Pansy or Rude Biker Chick?

2014-03-13T17:43:00.002-05:00

Everywhere we turn, we’re told to watch what we say because someone might be offended. Whatever happened to, “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me”? I think we’ve become overly sensitive and much too focused on conformity. This isn’t good. Conformists are easily controlled…and a controlled society is never truly free.

Tina "Sash" Walker

Fortunately, most motorcycle riders would never be labeled as conformists. For most of history, bikers have been viewed as quintessential non-conformists. Bikers love freedom and generally aren’t receptive to being told what to do, where to go, or what to say. Bikers enjoy expressing their individuality. You can see this in their clothes, their body art, and their bikes. They have a different outlook and nowhere is this more evident than in the life of Tina “Sash” Walker.

Although I’ve never met Tina in-person, I consider her a friend. She’s a wife, mother, soon-to-be-grandmother, entrepreneur, and self-proclaimed Rude Biker Chick. After reading her blog for a while, you’ll know she lives up to the Rude Biker Chick moniker. Tina tells it like it is. She doesn’t sugar coat anything and she isn’t afraid to share the deep and emotional life experiences that have made her the woman she is today. Tina’s language and writing style are far from politically correct; in fact, many may find her use of four letter words a little shocking. But don’t let her language and tough Rude Biker Chick exterior fool you, Tina Walker has a kind heart.

I Don't Need Permission

Tina is all about empowerment. In her first year of riding her own motorcycle, she and her husband, Steve, rode across the U.S. twice. During their adventure, Tina had an opportunity to share riding stories with men and women riders across the country. She learned a lot about herself and discovered how empowering riding a motorcycle can be...especially to women. Upon returning home to San Diego, Tina launched a new shirt collection based on her discussions with other women riders and her own special brand of Rude Biker Chick ferocity. Her collection isn’t for the faint of heart. In Tina’s own words,

“Rude Biker Chick shirts are for all of the women who've had enough of being a doormat and are ready to take a stand and declare their independence, power and value… these shirts are the battle cry of the weary wives, grumbling girlfriends, abused employees, frustrated friends and left-behind lovers who won't take it anymore. They are for the mild mannered too, who don't want to shout it out, but simply wear their words as a badge of honor. They are to bring women together; to support, encourage, and laugh with one another.”

Not A Nice Lady

You can check out the line for yourself at www.RudeBikerChick.com. You won’t find something suitable to wear in most office environments… but, you might find just the thing to make a bold statement at the next biker rally or poker run.

Tina Walker will never be viewed as a conformist and most likely any woman who wears a shirt from her line won’t be either. This is a good thing. We need people who aren't afraid to be different, people who aren't afraid to shock us out of our comfort zone, people who are empowered. These are the people that embrace freedom and are willing to stand-up for what they believe.

It Ain't Gonna Lick Itself

So, which would you prefer, the politically correct pansy wearing a shirt that shouts, “Save the Whales!” or a rude biker chick wearing a shirt that boldly proclaims, "It Ain't Gonna Lick Itself"?

I chose to Live Free, Ride Hard, and Be Happy!

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Learn More About Tina and Steve's Adventures at Road Pickle

Learn More About Web Design at TooMuch Tina

Check out Tina's Blog at www.sashmouth.com

Check out Steve's Motorcycle Philosophy Blog

Explore Texas - A Ride to the Hamilton Pool Preserve

2014-03-06T19:19:00.001-06:00

One of the greatest things about riding a motorcycle is the opportunity to explore the world in a way that puts you in the middle of your surroundings. Sure, you can reach a destination by car and then explore, but it just isn’t the same. When you ride, more than half the fun is getting there. My recent ride to the Hamilton Pool Preserve in Dripping Springs, Texas is a perfect example.

Hamilton Pool Preserve, Dripping Springs, TX

The morning was cool and the air crisp as I left my house to meet several other members of the Gruene Harley Owners Group Chapter at Gruene Harley-Davidson. The weather forecast called for highs in the mid-70’s but temperatures were still in the mid-50’s at meet-up time. I wore my leather chaps and jacket to keep warm. I was comfortable and the short ride to the dealership was refreshing. I could feel the stress of the week leave my body as I glided over the familiar stretch of road between my house and the dealership. I pulled into the parking lot just as the Road Captain started his safety briefing.

You could feel the excitement in the air as we lined-up and prepared to leave. Everyone was ready to ride. Our eighteen-bike/two-trike ensemble cautiously made its way into the traffic flow and settled into a nice staggered formation for the hour and fifteen minute ride to Dripping Springs. Riding in a large group is special. It fosters camaraderie and connectedness…and it's fun watching the reaction of both cagers and pedestrians as you ride by. You can see the sense of wonder, awe, and even envy on their faces. Without a doubt, group riding can be fun, but I digress.

The Waterfall at Hamilton Pool

After turning north on Purgatory Road off FM 306, traffic was almost non-existent. I took several deep breaths to take in the fresh Hill Country air. It was turning out to be a beautiful day. The two-lane road meandered past several ranches before terminating at the Devil’s Backbone (RR 32). We headed east for a couple of miles and then made our way north on RR 12. As we made our way to the terminus of RR 12 at RR 3238, I felt as though we had been transported back in time. I could easily imagine the landscape that lay before us looked much the same as it did when the first Travis County settlers saw it in the early 1840s…rough and rugged, yet peaceful and full of promise. In that moment, I felt like a pioneer.

Five miles after turning northwest on RR 3238 we found the entrance to the Hamilton Pool Preserve. I’m
not sure who was more surprised, the Park Ranger trying to get all of us into the small parking area; the group when we realized there was a $10 per vehicle entry fee; or me when I realized I had no cash and they didn’t take credit cards. Fortunately, a friend spotted me the $10 and all was right with the universe again (thank you, Walter). Once we were off the bikes we walked down the quarter-mile trail to the “pool”. As we descended into the box canyon, I was impressed with the natural beauty of the area and then I saw it…the Hamilton Pool.

The whole scene was spectacular and so unexpected. In front of me was a large pool of emerald green water fed by a 50-foot waterfall. It was something you’d expect to see in Hawaii not Central Texas. We ventured into the collapsed cave behind the pool taking our time to soak in this natural wonder. It was amazing. As we hiked out of the canyon, I couldn’t help but think the experience was possible because I enjoyed exploring Texas on my motorcycle.

I'm already looking forward to the next adventure. Until then...Live Free. Ride Hard. Be Happy.

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Learn more about the Hamilton Pool Preserve
Learn more about Gruene Harley-Davidson
Check out the Gruene HOG Chapter Facebook Page

Patriot Guard Riders…Riding For a Reason

2014-02-22T16:46:00.001-06:00

PGR Flag Line Navy Seal Chris Kyle 2013

I’ve met some great people thanks to my motorcycle. People that will go out of their way to help you if you need it, people who aren’t afraid to tell you like it is, and people that love and respect our country and the freedoms we enjoy. It’s not surprising that many of these people are Patriot Guard Riders.

The Patriot Guard is an interesting mix of the biker community. Members come from all walks of life, ride varying makes and models of motorcycles, run the gamut from young to old, and may or may not be veterans. Despite this diversity, every member has at least two things in common; they love motorcycles and they support and respect the military and first responder communities.

With origins dating back to 2005, the Patriot Guard got its start when members of American Legion Riders Chapter 136 decided to help shield the family of fallen soldier Sgt John Doles of Chelsea, Oklahoma from Westboro Baptist Church protesters. From those beginnings, the Patriot Guard has grown into an all-volunteer organization with thousands of members across the nation. Today, the main mission of the Patriot Guard is to “attend the funeral services of fallen American heroes as invited guests of the family. Much like the American Legion Riders in 2005, the Patriot Guard carries out this mission with two objectives in mind:

Show respect for our nation’s fallen heroes,their families, and their communities
Shield mourning family and their friends from interruptions created by protestors through legal and non-violent means

PGR Flag Line MSgt (Ret) Bobby Bacon 2014

I’ve had the opportunity to participate in several Patriot Guard missions over the past few years and each
time my heart has been touched by the outpouring of love and respect shown by Patriot Guard Riders in honor of a fallen hero…whether that hero be an active duty military member, military veteran, or first responder. The sense of fulfillment when a family member shakes your hand and thanks you for honoring their loved-one is overwhelming. I’m truly proud to be a part of an organization that stands to honor the life and service of men and women they’ve never met. It’s an amazing experience.

As motorcyclists, we don’t generally need a reason to ride. We ride for pure enjoyment and for the sense of freedom it provides. Riding clears our head, relieves our stress, and makes us feel good. Riding is therapy for our soul. But if you need a reason, you won’t find a better one than riding to respect and honor another man or woman’s service to our nation. I encourage you to search out the Patriot Guard Riders in your area and participate in at least one mission. You’ll be glad you did and you’ll be a better person for the experience.

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The Great Burger Hunt…A Review of Bobby J’s in Helotes, TX

2014-02-13T17:18:00.000-06:00

This past Sunday I decided to take advantage of a gorgeous day, get in a little saddle time, and continue my hunt for a great burger. With just a little coaxing, my wife, Sherry, agreed to ride with me. After last week’s post about In-n-Out Burger, a Reddit contributor recommended Bobby J’s in Helotes, TX. He said he’d prefer a Bobby J’s burger over In-n-Out’s any day of the week. With that kind of endorsement, we saddled-up and pointed the bike towards Bobby J’s.

Bobby J's Helotes, TX

The 30-mile ride to Helotes went quickly on State Loop 1604. Much like the interstate, 1604 is a multi-lane road with a 70 mph speed limit. When traffic isn’t heavy, you can make great time from one side of San Antonio to the other. Fortunately, traffic was light on Sunday and I was able to give the throttle a good twist. We left our house at 1:15 and pulled into Bobby J’s parking lot at 1:55. The ride in-between was like food to my soul. The sun was shining and the temperatures were in the low-to-mid 60’s. It was a Zen-like experience and I savored every minute of it.

Ready to Take Your Order

Bobby J’s parking lot was almost empty. I guess folks in Helotes must eat at more traditional times…1:55 is a little late for lunch. The first thing we noticed was Bobby J’s ain’t no chain. The building looked like it had been around for a long time…it definitely had character. The inside was clean and the décor somewhat shabby-chic. Country music was playing in the background. It was like being transported back in time to when life was just a little simpler. We took a few minutes to look at the large menu on the wall and decided to split a ½-pound Western Burger, fries, and an extra order of onion rings. We placed our order and sat down in a booth under a window.

The Western Burger

We didn’t have to wait long before our number was called. The portions were big. We made the right call in splitting a burger. There’s no way we could have finished everything had we ordered separately. The Western burger was slathered in grilled onions, bacon, cheddar cheese, and a secret sauce. We asked about the sauce but the only thing they would divulge is that it contained BBQ sauce and other “special” ingredients. Whatever was in there, it was tasty. The thick-cut fries and large rings were equally good. The burger was so juicy it was hard to eat without making a mess. Sherry decided to use a knife and fork to eat hers. I just used a lot of napkins.

Shabby-Chic?

Was Bobby J’s better than In-n-Out? It depends. I liked the Bobby J burger better. It was much bigger, much juicier, and extremely flavorful. Sherry on the other hand had a different opinion. She wasn’t a fan of the size of the grilled onions. They were cut like onion rings and they were big. She also thought what I characterized as juicy was just greasy. From her perspective, In-n-Out had the better burger. In the end, it comes down to personal taste...and that’s okay. We did agree that Bobby J’s was an interesting establishment and worthy of a second visit. They have a large variety of burgers so next time we’ll try a different one. For me, the food and the atmosphere were great and I don’t think you could go wrong by giving them a try. Besides, Bobby J’s makes a great destination and/or jumping off point for a ride on State Route 16 and into the Texas Hill Country.

The great burger hunt continues. If you have a favorite burger joint within a 100 miles or so of San Antonio, leave a comment and tell me where it is…I’d like to try it. Until then let’s Live Free, Ride Hard, and Be Happy!

In-n-Out Burger Run...Adventure Is What You Make It

2014-02-06T17:54:00.003-06:00

With the Winter-weather in Texas being a bit wetter and cooler than normal, I try to take advantage of every opportunity to ride. This past weekend was no exception. On Saturday after the monthly Gruene HOG Chapter meeting several members rode to Luckenbach, TX…but I wasn’t among them. I passed on the opportunity to see the bright lights of Luckenbach and share in the rich heritage of Waylon and Willie and the boys. Instead, I rode to In-n-Out Burger in Austin with my wife on pillion. It was a great ride…

Sherry, Ready to Ride

Shortly after I returned from the HOG meeting, Sherry and I geared-up and headed out the door. It was slightly overcast with temperatures in the mid-60s…all in all, not a bad day. We got about ½ mile from home when she told me she might be too cool in her textile jacket and wanted to change into her leather one. We turned around. She quickly put on her leather jacket and we were off, again. We had gone 2 miles when she asked, “Why can’t I hear my music?” I told her I had no idea and to check her phone. Problem solved. She had left her phone in the other jacket. I made a quick U-turn on FM 3009 and headed back to the house. After retrieving her phone, pairing it with her headset, and doing a quick music check, we were finally on our way to Austin.

With a couple of false starts under our belts, it was good to be on the road and making progress towards our destination. It had been almost a year since we’d eaten at an In-n-Out Burger and we were excited that one had opened a little closer to home. The ride on the super-slab was uneventful but enjoyable. Unlike many riders, I actually like eating-up miles on the Interstate. I like rolling the throttle back and the sense of sustained speed you get while blasting down the highway. Riding the Interstate has a rhythm of its own. It may not be as relaxing or as scenic as other roads but it’s fun. Maybe too fun. Sherry caught me exceeding the speed limit a few times and asked me to slow down. I reluctantly obliged. We made good time until we hit Austin and then crawled along for the last six miles. I would have never guessed there’d be a traffic jam at 1:30 in the afternoon on Saturday. It took us almost an hour and half to cover the 67 miles from our house to In-n-Out Burger.

Don't Let The Peaceful Exterior Fool You

When we arrived, we were ready to eat. Unfortunately, so was the rest of Austin. The place was a zoo. I’ve
never seen so many people at a burger joint. The drive-thru line was easily an eighth of a mile long and the parking lot was overflowing. After circling a few times we found a spot, parked, and made a beeline to the door. The place was packed liked sardines but I was pleasantly surprised at how quickly we made it through the line. We ordered our burgers animal style and then vultured for a table. Just as our number was called, two people vacated seats next to a window. We quickly sat down. The burgers were fantastic, just as we remembered them. We took our time and savored their juicy goodness but were mindful of the growing crowd. Just as we finished, a young couple asked for our seats.

Our ride home went smoothly and was even more enjoyable than the ride-up because we didn’t have to fight traffic. We stopped to check-out a few shopping areas on the way back and even picked-up a movie. At the end of our little adventure, Sherry and I both agreed that fighting the Austin traffic and the crowd in the restaurant was well worth the effort. In-n-Out Burgers are delicious.

Pass on the ride to Luckenbach? You bet I did. My wife doesn’t love riding like I do, so I’m always excited when she rides with me. I hope one day she’ll come to love it as much as I do, but until that day comes…I’ll cherish our rides together. You can’t get much better than riding two-up with a beautiful woman with her arms and legs wrapped around you. Just thinking about it makes me want to Live Free, Ride Hard, and Be Happy!

Remember, adventure is what you make it.

Have Bag Will Travel…Viking Bag Luggage Review

2014-01-30T19:13:00.003-06:00

Note: This is a sponsored review; however, the opinions I’ve expressed are my own and were in no way influenced by Viking Bags or its representatives. I hope you find the review informative and entertaining. ~Curt

When you ride a motorcycle, especially a Sportster, travelling can be a challenge because of limited luggage space. Selecting the right luggage is important because it can mean the difference between a great travel experience and a poor one. When picking out motorcycle luggage you have to walk a fine line between having something that’s too small to accommodate everything you want to take and something that’s too big to fit safely on your bike. In the end, the size of your bike and your personal preference will largely determine what works best.

In 2012, I made my first multi-day, multi-state ride and needed some luggage. At that time, I chose a tunnel style bag that fit across the passenger pillion. It was roomy enough at 3200 cubic inches and straddled the pillion without removing the passenger backrest. Overall, I liked the bag and it served its purpose well. However, after making several trips with it I grew very frustrated with not being able to access items in my saddlebags without removing it.

Fast forward to three weeks ago. You can imagine my delight when I was contacted by a representative from Viking Bags about doing a product review. Talk about timely. I was in the process of planning a trip to Garner State Park with the Gruene HOG Chapter, so I wasted no time and told them, “Yes, I’d be very interested.” I visited the Viking Bag website at www.vikingbags.com and perused their large selection of motorcycle luggage. I placed an order for their LargeBackseat Luggage with Backrest ($129.00) on Wednesday, 8 January 2014. Their customer service was great. I received a UPS tracking number within 24 hours of placing my order and the bag arrived on Tuesday, 14 January just as promised…in plenty of time for my weekend trip.

Out of the box, the bag was impressive. It was solidly constructed, looked like it could take a beating, and it was ginormous. The two main compartments have 3400 cubic inches of space and the three expandable side pockets add another 680 cubic inches for a total of 4080 cubic inches of storage. This bag should definitely meet the needs of even the most serious road warrior. After seeing just how large the bag was, I was a little nervous about how it would fit on my Sportster. I carried the bag to my bike for a test fitting. It definitely wasn’t going to work with my passenger backrest. I removed the backrest and found that the bag would overhang the pillion a few inches but would work. Crisis averted.

I packed everything I needed for a weekend trip including a cold weather sleeping bag. It was tight, but it all
fit. I could have packed much, much more if I had bungeed the sleeping bag on the outside. It took about 20 minutes to secure the bag to my bike…not because it was difficult, but because I wasn’t sure of the best way to do it. The bag came with two methods of mounting. The first being via a yoke/harness placed under the seat with four connecting straps and the second with two tie-down straps with buckles. I didn’t want to remove my seat so I positioned the bag on the seat, connected the clip hooks on the bag, and ran the straps around my shock struts and fastened the buckles. I tightened the straps and quickly realized the bag wasn’t stable. I used two bungee cords to attach the back end of the bag around my rear saddlebag mounts. This seemed to do the trick. I placed the backrest pad on the bag and was ready to roll.

The bag sat quite a bit taller than my old tunnel bag and because of that, I was a little uncomfortable with just how stable and secure it was. After about 20 minutes of riding, I pulled over to check the bag. It was solid. I checked the bag one additional time before reaching the Park with the same results. At the end of the day, I was very pleased with the bag’s performance and while it felt “different” while riding from what I was used to, it did allow me easy access to my saddlebags…which was my main reason for wanting it. I’m sure after using it a few more times, I’ll be just as comfortable with it as my old tunnel bag.

So, would I recommend this bag? Absolutely! Is it the perfect bag? Probably not. I wasn’t overly impressed with the buckles as they could be much sturdier and I really wish it had come with two additional tie-down straps…I don’t think you could secure the bag with what was provided unless you opted for using the under seat yoke/harness. With that said, it is a very nice piece of luggage and for $129.00 you get a lot of bag for your buck (similar bags are easily $50+ more). This bag should definitely make your short list.

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Resources

Learn How To Attach The Bag With The Under Seat Yoke/Harness

Viking Bags has Tunnel Bags Too – Here’sOne Similar to My Old One