Thursday, August 13, 2015

San Diego to Michigan for free beer: The Ride Report

Lots of photos to follow!

(I've subtitled this Ride Report: OCD and the Art of Motorbike MPG.)

Bombing across the desert before dawn is a wonderful feeling. The wind and the rising sun are at our backs as we’re wrapping up a 12-day road trip.

We’re at the end of Route 66 and are just a few hours from home. The bikes are running well—not a glitch during the entire ride—and we’re feeling great even after 5,000 miles of riding.

So here’s how it went down…

My buddy Chuck and I departed San Diego before 6am on Friday, July 31st… and early morning starts would be a theme throughout the ride.

We were up and on the road before the sun was up, almost always. I would maintain a slower speed and closely scan the road for debris until it was light out. Then we would pour it on, staying within the “spirit” of the posted speed limit.

Our first day’s ride, to Mesquite, Nevada, was probably our hottest. Though barely 400 miles, it was a scorcher. Checking out of the hotel the next morning, I left my air compressor and helmet Bluetooth device in the room. I was to go without music or audible GPS instructions the rest of the ride. And that kinda sucked.

The next day’s ride to Denver was to be our longest, in a couple ways. Mileage-wise, it was only to be 700 easy highway miles. However, 60 miles from our destination, we came upon an accident (motorcycle fatality) that completely blocked the I-70 eastbound for at least 6 hours. It was a hot and miserable time waiting in the small town of Idaho Springs, Colorado. We arrived to a friend’s hours before 11pm and he had cold beers and a full bar waiting; that made a tough day so much better! The next day we got a little later start, enjoying breakfast and a walk around his property. The tour included many deer, some classic cars and a stable full of motorcycles. Well worth the extra time.

Shooting for a 500-mile ride to Omaha, we only made it to Lexington, Nebraska; a short 350-mile day. However, we made up for it the next day on a nice 625-mile ride to La Crosse, Wisconsin.

Waking early the next day, we rode 200 quick miles to Milwaukee only to find that we couldn’t board the ferry across Lake Michigan due to the returning Sturgis bike traffic. Our next option, the port town of Manitowoc, was only 100 miles away and they could get us on that ferry, so off we went.

The S.S. Badger is one of the last coal-burning ferries still operating and it was a true pleasure to be aboard. Classic in every way, the 4-hour ride was pleasant as we relaxed, chatted with other bikers and enjoyed the scenery.

We landed at Ludington, Michigan, at 7pm and decided to stay the night (instead of dodging deer in the dark). We checked into the Stearns Motor Hotel—a place that turned out to be our favorite lodging of the ride.

They sure don’t make ‘em like that anymore…

The next day’s ride to Lachine was nice and easy…barely 200 miles. And that brought me to Pappy’s Pub and the aforementioned “free beer.”

We stayed 2 days with our friend and fellow Blue Knight, Chuck. A retired Detroit police officer, he was the consummate host, leading us on a ride along Lake Huron, up to Michigan’s UP and across the Mackinac Bridge…something I’d wanted to do for years.

We stayed with Chuck and his former DPD partner Brenda for two nights. What a great time!


We departed Michigan with a goal of riding as much of Route 66 as possible. Now, if you’re familiar with the song, I can confirm that we definitely got our kicks along the way, visiting all of the places mentioned in that tune.

Passing through Route 66’s official starting point of Chicago, we hustled all the way to St. Louis, Missouri; a 600-mile ride that brought us to a fine hotel at the base of the famous Arch where I spent time with my cousin who lives there.

Leaving St. Louie early the next morning, we headed toward Oklahoma City. It was oh, so pretty, but we continued another 85 miles to Clinton, OK. We weren’t able to visit the Route 66 Museum there, but we did stay in America’s Worst Hotel Room; scabies are NOT the preferred Route 66 souvenir…

We left before it was light on Sunday, August 9th, for Albuquerque, New Mexico. The 450-mile ride was one of the quickest and easiest and we arrived before 1pm. We spent the day relaxing with my brother and his wife’s family. Lots of fun; a very much-needed break from riding.

We left Albuquerque before dawn. The morning was cool and clear…but that was to change. Standing at the corner in Winslow, Arizona, we could feel the heat coming.

By the time we reached Seligman, AZ, it was 109F, officially “hot as balls” as southern folks are prone to say. After eating at Lilo’s West Side Café, we rode classic Route 66 through Peach Springs and Hackberry, stopping at the famous general store there.

Due to the intense heat, we didn’t stop in Kingman, Arizona, as planned, but rode on through to Needles, California, skipping a scheduled stop to see the ghost town of Oatman and its mules. As we approached Needles on the I-40 West, I couldn't help but sing that Three Dog Night tune, “Never Been to Spain” to myself.

Well, I've never been to England, but I kinda like the Beatles
Well, I headed for Las Vegas, only made it out to Needles


And so we did.

It was so nice to get out of the heat. Chuck and I just cranked up the AC and laid there in our shorts.

We were up early on August 11th, ready to ride the final leg of the trip home. It was a little over 300 miles to San Diego and we hit it just right, missing all of the heat and rush hour traffic. We arrived home before 11am, safe and happy after a fun, easy ride.

Trip facts:
• My bike’s odometer read 5,580 miles; my GPS reflected 5,441 miles (the latter likely being more accurate).
• Though we rode through some wind and heat and a little construction traffic, we encountered only light rain on a couple of occasions.
• We passed through 16 states: California, Arizona, Nevada, Utah, Colorado, Nebraska, Iowa, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Michigan, Illinois, Indiana, Missouri, Oklahoma, Texas, New Mexico.
• We spent less than $11 on road tolls—mostly in Oklahoma—and $115 for the ferry (passenger and bike).
• As far as trip packing went, we traveled pretty light but didn’t lack anything along the way. I spent $390 for fuel, paying under $3 a gallon for premium—and often closer to $2.50—the entire time.
• Lodging costs were only $243 each, staying four nights with friends and family.

I’d say that made for a very reasonably-priced road trip.

So, what’s next? I’m planning the Next Big One now. Eastern Canada’s Newfoundland and Labrador sounds mighty interesting…

Saturday, July 4, 2015

San Diego to Michigan for free beer (July 31-August 11)



Get your motor running…head out on the highway!

My buddy Chuck and I will be departing early on Friday morning to visit a friend in Michigan. It’s a classic road trip by anyone’s definition. Somewhere between Easy Rider and Dumb & Dumber.



We’re trying to average 500 miles a day; that would shake out to 5 days there, 5 days back and a couple of days in between. Our first day’s ride to Mesquite, Nevada, is only about 400 miles but will likely be our hottest.

I'll fill in the details later, but it looks as if we're gonna ride a fairly direct route on our way there, via Denver and Green Bay, taking a ferry across Lake Michigan. We'll ride historic Route 66 on our way back, hitting some very cool selected spots along the way.

I'll be on my Triumph Rocket III and he'll be riding his Harley Ultra Classic.

Here are two links to the GPS SPOT Tracker so you can follow our progress:

http://share.findmespot.com/shared/faces/viewspots.jsp?glId=0GOrQRdjM0Y1M7p9gWdJJU8oP3zJ5ubA1

http://www.whereamiriding.com/my-profile/userprofile/DanDiego

Here’s a rough outline of the ride plan:

Day: Location Date: Miles: Accum miles:

San Diego to…
1. Mesquite, NV (7/31) 416 416
2. Denver, CO (8/1) 693 1084
3. Omaha, NE (8/2) 540 1624
4. Manitowoc (8/3) 570 2194
5. Lachine, MI (via Ludington ferry) (8/4 210 2404
6. Lachine (8/5) 0 2404
7. “ “ (8/6 0 2404
8. St. Louis, MO (via Muskegon ferry) (8/7) 572 2976
9. Oklahoma City (8/8) 500 3476
10. Albuquerque (8/9) 540 4016
11. Kingman, AZ (8/10) 470 4486
12. San Diego (8/11) 365 4851

Here’s some info about Route 66:

It winds from Chicago to L.A.
More than 2000 miles all the way
It goes from St Louis, down to Missouri
Oklahoma City looks oh, so pretty
You'll see Amarillo and Gallup, New Mexico
Flagstaff, Arizona, don't forget Winona
Kingman, Barstow, San Bernardino


Here are some fun stops we’ve planned along Route 66:
· St. Louis Arch
· Route 66 Museum (Clinton, OK)
· Winslow, AZ
· Oatman, AZ
· Seligman, AZ


And here’s how it all happened:

Once again my legendary poor math and geography skills proved beneficial.

When a riding buddy mentioned that a mutual friend had retired, moved to Michigan and bought a cop bar, I simply stated that we should ride out to see him in the summer. Heck, free beer is free beer. And the conversation went like so:

Chuck: So how far would that be?

Me: Oh, I dunno (doing the math in my head). The Canadian border from San Diego—straight up the I-15—is 1,500 miles. So if our route twists northeast, it's prolly about the same. Yup, 1,500 miles.

Chuck: Really? That's it? Let's do it!

Me: Heck, yeah. That'll be 3 days there and 3 days back. Easy peasy!

And so it went. About an hour later, upon reviewing a map, I could see I was off “a bit.” Calling my buddy, the conversation went like this:

Me: Hey, Chuck, I was off a little bit.

Chuck: Yeah, by how much?

Me: Oh, a thousand miles or so...each way.

Chuck: Wow, the most I've ever ridden is 160 miles in one day. But I'm retired, so are we still on?

Me: Heck, yeah! We'll just need to tack on an additional 4 days. Let's ride!

See, that's how I roll. Easy, peasy.

More details to follow, but you get the gist...

Thursday, June 4, 2015

The Blythe Intaglios: Day ride from San Diego

One of my riding buddies just brought these interesting formations to my attention and we said, "Why not?" They're close enough to make a day ride out of it.

Until I return with my own photos and a ride report, here's some info:

The Blythe Intaglios or Blythe Geoglyphs are a group of gigantic figures found on the ground near Blythe, California in the Colorado Desert. The intaglios are found east of the Big Maria Mountains, about 15 miles (24 km) north of downtown Blythe, just west of U.S. Highway 95 near the Colorado River. The largest human figure is 171 feet (52 m) long. The intaglios are best viewed from the air.

Similar to the Peruvian Nazca lines, these geoglyphs or intaglios (anthropomorphic geoglyphs) were created by scraping away layers of darker rocks or pebbles to reveal a stratum of lighter-valued soil. While these "gravel pictographs" are found through the deserts of southeastern California, human figures are found only near the Colorado River. The figures are so immense that many of them were not observed by non-Indians until the 1930s.

The set of geoglyphs includes several dozen figures, thought to be ceremonial in nature. Many of them are believed to date from the prehistoric period, but their age and the identify of their creators are still uncertain.

Jay von Werlhof and his collaborators obtained 13 AMS radiocarbon dates for the figures, ranging from 900 BC to 1200 AD.



GPS coordinates for exact location:

33° 48′ 1″ N, 114° 32′ 18″ W
33.800278, -114.538333

Monday, June 1, 2015

Eagle Mike Tech Day (KLRs): Sunday, May 31, 2015



Mike has these tech days every so often; I've attended 3 or 4 over the years. Today's was kind of special as it was his 25th anniversary.

I counted 14 attendees, plus 2 subject matter experts (Mark, Wyman and Watt-Man) and some ladies.

There were several bikes in various stages of repair. Doohickeys, Thermo-Bobs, canisterectomies, tire changes, etc. lots of folks just there to assist and socialize so everything went smoothly.

I wasn't sure what I was going to do with my new-to-me Gen2. Turned out the bottom end needed some serious help so I swapped it out completely. Ended up getting the 685 kit (bored cylinder, larger piston), as well. Hey, it was there...

All in all, it was another good day hanging out with some great KLR peeps. And we all agree that KLR people is good people.