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Motorcyclists: Our Differences Bind Us Together

Recently, Kim and I were having dinner at a small roadside café in the tiny town of Woodstock, Vermont.  We enjoy it because it’s small, has a nice atmosphere and is a place where we can bring a bottle of our own wine and enjoy a meal.  It was near closing time and the café was getting ready to close when a pick up truck pulled up and a couple got out.  The owner of the restaurant met them at the door and told them that she was getting ready to close, but could make them a light dinner before she did so.

The couple said that they were just looking for some takeout dinner and ordered from the menu.  During this time, Kim and I sat at our table and finished our dinner.  Our bottle of wine had a little more than a glass left so we offered it to the couple who had walked in.  The man of couple accepted the wine, introduced himself as Frank and thanked us.  We told him it was our pleasure and after some very brief pleasantries, we paid our bill and left.

The following week, we were back at that same little café.  The owner told us that the couple had purchased my book, “Mr. Cotton Wanders Europe.  Where To Next?”, that they were long time riders and that they had a part in resurrecting the iconic Indian Motorcycle Brand.  I was pleased that they had purchased my book, but I felt a little angry at myself for not reaching out to them to chat more before we headed out the door.  We shouldn’t have been in such a rush.

Here’s where we get into the part of the Motorcyclist’s connection.  Just a couple of days later I received a comment on R2ADV from who else but Frank.  He thanked us for the wine again and suggested that we meet as a couple sometime.  I immediately responded and told him that we’d enjoy getting together again to spend some time talking about motorcycles and motorcycling.  We made plans to meet at the same café the following weekend.

Kim and I arrived a bit early and soon Frank and his wife Barbara arrived.  For a while, we had the basic chit-chat about where we lived, what we did and what we liked about the town of Woodstock.  Before we knew it, we were talking about motorcycles.  Frank and Barbara told us some excellent stories about riding and how motorcycles had been a part of their lives for a long time.  Frank told us of how he used to pick Barbara up on the motorcycle when they were dating.  Soon, Barbara wanted to ride and Frank was the one on the back seat.  The only problem was that when they came to a stop, Frank had to put his feet down to keep the bike upright.  He also said that Barbara was an accomplished rider and recounted the time that he was on the back and awoke when Barbara was passing a tractor trailer at full throttle.  Clearly, motorcycles had been a part of their life for a long time.

The more we chatted, the more we learned about each other.  They were cruiser oriented pavement riders and we told them that we were more gravel and adventure oriented riders.  Frank has been and still is a captain of industry and enjoyed several years resurrecting the Indian Motorcycle brand chartered in Springfield, Massachusetts.  Barbara invests in and improves real estate as one of her many projects.  She also led the Indian Motorcycle cross-country ride from the original Springfield, Massachusetts plant to the new one in Gilroy, California before Indian was sold to Polaris.  We on the other hand led significantly more mundane business lives.  Frank and Barbara were more comfortable wearing leather on their rides, while Kim and I were more comfortable in cordura and Gore-Tex.  They enjoyed the quiet and solitude of riding without communications, their minds free to roam while they enjoyed the sights and sounds of the road.  We on the other hand prefer to have electronic communications so we can keep track of each other and perhaps chat a bit about what we were seeing and feeling.

So as we talked about motorcycles and the places we had ridden, it became clear that although we had different riding styles, we were united by motorcycles and riding.  It didn’t make a difference that they were more pavement oriented and we more gravel oriented.  It didn’t matter at all.  What mattered was that we all had a love of motorcycles that supplied a bond unfettered by any of those other life constraints.

Before we knew it, a couple of hours had passed.  In fact, we connected so well that Frank asked us if we’d like to see his bikes and take a tour of his garage.  He didn’t have to ask either of us twice and we both almost simultaneously said yes!   When we arrived, Frank opened the door, and what a sight!  Lined up neatly on the right hand side were about twenty bikes.  Filled predominantly with Harleys and Indians, the space gleamed with chrome from both new and old machines.  There were new Harleys and classic Harleys.  There were original classic Indians and Indians that Frank and Barbara had resurrected from the ashes of the old company.  There was even an old Indian side hack with a working hot dog stand attached.  Seeming somewhat out of place was a red Moto Guzzi screaming to be released to the road.  It is one of Frank’s favorite rides and if I owned one, it would be one of mine as well.

So as we stood there in Frank’s garage, I thought about how lucky we were to meet people like Frank and Barbara.  A chance meeting had brought about a new friendship united by motorcycles and riding.  We learned more about the pavement world and we shared a bit about adventure riding.   It was a great experience for the both of us (I hope).

So don’t let the differences between types of motorcycles become a dividing factor.  Use it as a uniting tool and learn a little more about what your fellow riders are all about.  So Frank and Barbara, our invitation still stands.  If you want to get a taste for adventure riding, we have the space and the bikes to give you an introduction.  We hope to meet you both again, perhaps on the gravel?


Review: Thor Phase Jacket Provided By Motorcycle House

I received an email the other day from a Kiara Wilson of Motorcycle House (www.motorcyclehouse.com) a few days back.  She had seen our site and asked if we were interested in doing a review of some of their riding gear.  They would make the gear available for free if we would agree to review it on our site giving our honest opinion.

I did a precursory check of their website and found that much of Motorcycle House’s gear is cruiser oriented, so I initially declined adding that we don’t really use cruiser gear and therefore couldn’t give an honest opinion.

Kiara suggested that I spend some more time on their site and browse through all their items and let her know if there was anything we would be interested in reviewing.  While I was browsing, Kiara suggested that I might be interested in the Thor Phase Jacket.  So I checked it out and it seemed to be a nice piece of enduro gear.

I reinforced the fact that I would give an honest review and that there were no promises that the review would be positive.  But I did promise that the review would be honest. I also let her know that it was the middle of winter in New Hampshire, so I likely would not be able to give a full riding impression until things warmed up.  Kiara agreed to all of this and as such I agreed to do a review of the jacket.  Before I knew it, a Thor Phase Jacket arrived at my home.

I opened the box and was surprised at the contents.  My first impression was positive.  The quality seemed good, but the engineering of the jacket was what impressed me.  The front of the jacket had two 12 inch long air vents complete with waterproof zippers.  These types of zippers are more expensive compared to the normal zippers.  The pulls are good sized and you can open and close them with a gloved hand.  There was none of the “stickiness” that waterproof zippers sometimes have.  The main zipper of the jacket is not waterproof but it does have an inch wide flap covering it with Velcro to hold the flap over the zipper.  For normal riding it should do a good job of keeping the wet outside where it belongs.  The back of the jacket has a similar 15 inch air vent zipper.

Inside the jacket is a mesh inner liner to help move the air around your body and keep the outer shell of the jacket off your body.  There is also a an inner pocket lined with fleece big enough for your smart phone/music player.  It even has a flap with Velcro to hold your ear bud cord in place. Nice.

An interesting feature are the zip off sleeves.  So if it’s really hot out there and you are comfortable riding without the additional protection sleeves provide, they can be quickly removed and replaced when things cool off a bit.

Near the cuff of the left sleeve is a small 6 x 4 inch zippered compartment with a clear cover.  It seems to me that this would be a good place to store your license or other motorcycle documents. This is perfect if you find yourself in one of those aww, sh!# situations where you have to produce documents.

The cuffs are also adjustable with a zipper and Velcro tabs to set the adjustments.  So on those hot days with the sleeves on, you can also open the cuffs and leave them wide open for some cooling airflow.

In the back of the jacket is a built in ditty bag that could hold perhaps some light tools, a tire tube and similar gear.  It could even hold those zip off sleeves.  The compartment also contains a belt so that you can fold up the jacket into the compartment and wear it like a bum bag.  This is a great idea for those “off the bike” times.

So all in all, not yet having ridden with the jacket I am pretty impressed.  It seems like a good piece of kit and I am anxious to try it out.

Does the above mean that there isn’t anything I don’t like about the jacket?  No, but my concerns are quite minor.  This is a Thor piece of gear and has roots in the Motocross world.  As such, the graphics are a bit much for me.  The jacket itself is black, but there are some graphics applied that I could do without.  It also has some sewn on rubber bits with the Thor logo on it that I don’t care for.  But other than those niggles, I’m a pretty happy camper with the jacket and the fact that Motorcycle House made the gear available to us for free.

If you would like to view the jacket at Motorcycle House’s page click here.  If you’d like to see their entire jacket selection, click here.

Stay tuned for a riding impression and video when things warm up.

Thor Phase Front

 

Thor Phase Back


Adventure Rider Radio – An Excellent Source of Information and Travel Experiences

I don’t generally write about podcasts, but lately I’ve been listening to a podcast that stands heads and shoulders above anything I’ve heard in the past about adventure riding.  Adventure Rider Radio (www.adventureriderradio.com) has had my attention for weeks and it’s time that I let everyone in on my little secret.

Adventure Rider Radio’s host Jim Martin not only is the commentator, but also produces a high quality podcast filled with interviews from well known and not so well known adventure riders.  In fact, I was quite surprised to listen to a list of guests that included:

  • Simon and Lisa Thomas (aka 2RidetheWorld)
  • Grant Johnson from Horizons Unlimited
  • Simon Pavey (Dakar Competitor and Instructor to Ewan McGregor and Charlie Boorman)
  • Sam Manicom (author of 4 world wide motorcycle adventure books)
  • Austin Vince (round the world rider and producer of the films Mondo Enduro and Terra Circa)

Obviously, interviews with people like these is entertaining and with the thoughtful questions posed by Jim, the interviews are nothing short of spellbinding.

All in all, Adventure Rider Radio is a treat to an adventure rider’s ears.  Do yourself a big favor and listen to one of the many podcasts.  It won’t be the last one you listen to.  You can download the podcasts at iTunes or via RSS feed at the Adventure Rider Radio site (www.adventureriderradio.com)

Give Adventure Rider Radio at try, you’ll come away impressed!


Ride2ADV Is Published in RoadRUNNER Motorcycle Touring & Travel Magazine

Ride2ADV is pleased to announce that we have been published in the September/October issue of RoadRUNNER Motorcycle Touring & Travel magazine.  This article tells the story of our travels through the island nation of Iceland.  A place of diverse and exciting landscapes.  Within a day’s ride, you can see ocean, mountains, glaciers, volcanos and icebergs.  Off road sections provide amazing riding with differing surfaces of gravel, sand and lava.

Digital copies are available now, with print copies available at newsstands nationwide starting next week.  If you’d like to purchase a digital copy now, click here.

We hope you enjoy the article and pictures.  Several depict Kim’s riding prowess.

Mike and Kim

 

 

 


2016 Honda Africa Twin – More Details

This time, from a newer website called IndefinitelyWild details of the rumored 2016 (not 2015) Africa Twin are emerging.  They report on Honda’s purported patent for an airbox external to the frame which would they claim will reduce the width of the bike overall.  They’ve also included a patent drawing showing an oval fixture at the side of the bike just behind the headstock.

For more details visit IndefinitelyWild by clicking here.


Revised Long Range KTM 1190 Adventure To Be Released?

Well the rumors about new adventure bikes have been flying about quite a bit lately.  The latest to arrive is a rumored news (backed up by spy photos) is that KTM is at it again.  It was just 2013 when KTM released an entirely new 1190 Adventure utilizing the engine from their RC-8 superbike.  Now spy photos have appeared and the rumors are flying that a new “long range” touring model of the new 1190 Adventure is in the works.  Reportedly sporting a larger fuel tank and larger windshield, the new 1190 Adventure is supposed to compete with the BMW GS 1200 line of bikes for range and touring ability.

The news has been reported in several motorcycle magazines and with the release of the in motion spy photos, the bike would appear to be more than a rumor.  For more details go to ADVPulse by clicking here or Motorcycle News by clicking here.


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We will be using a Spot satellite tracker once under way.

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Ride2ADV & Mr. Cotton To Ride Colorado Backcountry Discovery Route (COBDR)

Ride2ADV along with their faithful companion Mr. Cotton will soon be riding the Colorado Backcountry Discovery Route (CODBR).  From the 4 corners of the US where Colorado, New Mexico, Arizona and Utah merge all the way to the Wyoming border.  There are sure to be lots of exciting gravel roads/trails to ride.  We will be posting as we travel so if you want a taste of the Colorado Backcountry Discovery route, be sure to follow the R2ADV site for real-time updates and photos.

We’ll be using a Spot satellite tracker so you can watch us travel read time with position updates every 5 minutes.  The map will become active Saturday, June 21, 2014.

 


The Pen Is Mightier Than the Sword?

With the publication of my first book, Mr. Cotton Wanders Europe: Where To Next? I learned my first lesson about being an author.  I quickly learned that I needed to grow a thicker skin.  As many of you know, for the first five days of the book’s publication, I offered the electronic version free to everyone who would like a copy.  A few hundred copies were downloaded and I eagerly awaited the first review.  It took a few days, but the first one appeared from Jennifer H-W “allweathers”

As I started to read, I immediately knew that the review was not a good one.  In fact, it was a scathing and deeply venomous one.  I’ve inserted the entire review below:

“I feel a little bad about this review because the author comes across as a nice man but he cannot write. It is patently obvious from the beginning that he is totally out of his depth. Painful is the only word I can use, I am still completely perplexed as to why I finished it, I wanted to be fair I guess. What is more, he waxes lyrical throughout about the ‘adventure’ he and the saintly Kim are having on their motor cycle trip through Europe but this is NOT an adventure. This is a high end tourist visit, they stay in the very best of accommodation and eat in high end restaurants and barely experience the true nature of the various places they visit. I got this e-book through Amazon for $0.00…..and that was too expensive.”

My heart sank.  Could my book really have been that bad?  Prior to its publication, it had been read by a few friends and each of them said that they had enjoyed it.  So how could several people pre-read the book, and when published, generate such a negative and personal review?

My initial feeling was one of hurt.  I had spent much time and effort writing the book and it had taken a significant part of my life.  The next feeling was anger, particularly when the commentator personally ridiculed Kim.   She doesn’t know Kim and the personal verbal attack was way out-of-bounds.  In closing the commentator felt it important to state that the price of the free book was too expensive.

After reading the comment, I spent a couple of days being quite down.  I felt like the review was inaccurate, as well as personal assault on Kim and me.  I wasted a fair amount of time dwelling on the topic but then it dawned on me.  I was indeed wasting my time worrying about the first review.

I know that everyone is entitled to their opinion and this person was entitled to hers.  But as I re-read the review, I could see that she was writing not about the book, but about herself.  She seemed like a jealous, angry person who was attempting to prove their worth to the reading community.  But in leaving a review such as the one she left, she made it clear that she hadn’t really comprehended the book and was more intent in leaving a negative review than in providing the community with a helpful summary.

Some of her stated facts were wrong “they stay in the very best of accommodations” is an incorrect statement as we spent several nights places that were far from the very best.  For example, our night outside of Rodez in a third floor, 6 X 8 un-air-conditioned 90 degree room with music blaring until 2:00 AM was certainly not the very best of accommodation.  But it certainly was a safe place to lay our heads for the evening.

Accordingly, what I took from this part of her review was that my story telling attempts to relay the best about the particular person, place or thing had been accomplished.  She apparently keyed on these descriptions and transposed her dislike of these good things.  In her mind, clearly you can not have an adventure if you are not feeling pain or discomfort.  Suddenly she seemed to be a very sad person.

Her verbal attack on Kim, referring to her as “saintly” once again seemed to point to her sadness.  To take the time to distinctly single out Kim as “saintly” seemed to me to indicate that someone special was missing from her life and her lashing out was an indication of jealousy.

It also seemed she knew that she was going to be over the top with her review and felt it necessary to point out that she was trying to be fair.  Her words were. “Painful is the only word I can use, I am still completely perplexed as to why I finished it, I wanted to be fair I guess.”  If she really wanted to be fair, she would have been factual and left out the barbs.  But no, she felt it important to include them to prove her own superiority.  Sorry Ms. Jennifer H-W “allweathers”, writing a “review” and filling it with personal barbs does not make you a superior commentator, it just makes you seem lonely and angry.

Lastly, she felt it important enough to indicate, “I got this e-book through Amazon for $0.00…..and that was too expensive.”  Well Ms. Jennifer H-W “allweathers”, I am sorry that you apparently feel that way, and that you spent $0.00 for the book.  That was the lowest price I could offer.  Now that you’ve read Mr. Cotton Wanders Europe: Where To Next? you will not have to endure such misery again.

In closing, I sincerely wish Ms. Jennifer H-W “allweathers” a happier and less angry life.  I also want to thank you for teaching me a lesson.  Going forward I promise to have a thicker skin, and take each review for its true worth.

 

 


Ride2ADV On The Cover Of The Manchester Union Leader

If you’d like to know a little more about us, check out the article in today’s Sunday Manchester Union Leader.  It was fun to be interviewed and even more fun to see it printed!

Click here to see it!


Ride2Adventure’s First Book Released

Mike and Kim Botan have made a habit of traveling the world on adventure motorcycles. From the wilds of Alaska and the Canadian Yukon, to the Tip of South America, around and through Iceland and navigating wilderness of Labrador, they’ve wandered along gravel and paved roads taking in all that they see, making it their mission to learn about the people of the world.

On their latest adventure, they each rent motorcycles in Spain to discover Europe for themselves. With no planned itinerary, they ride through Spain, Andorra, France, Switzerland and Italy. Riding narrow single lane roads through mountain passes and alongside rushing rivers, they visit tiny towns, meet the locals and take in some of the world’s most spectacular scenery. Along the way, they learn about the people of Europe and more than a little about themselves.

“Mr. Cotton Wanders Europe. Where To Next?” chronicles their latest ride through Europe with no set itinerary. The book offers the reader the ability to take the handlebars, push the starter button, shift into first gear and seize the opportunity to wander with them. By the time you have finished this journey, you will understand why the saying “Not all those who wander are lost” is true.

Both Mike and Kim have full time jobs in the corporate world, but when not traveling they enjoy speaking to others about their travels and what they have seen and learned. They encourage everyone with the desire to travel to embrace the concept of traveling on two wheels, in an atmosphere free to feel the environment and meet new people.

Mr. Cotton Wanders Europe. Where To Next? Is available at www.amazon.com in both soft cover (click here)  and digital editions (click here).


SHARP Dressed Man

I was never one to get into the ride with or without helmet argument.  For me, wearing one seemed to make sense.  During my short racing career, I learned that my neck was not up to the job of keeping my head from contacting the ground.  That that orb of skin, bone and brain affixed to the top of my shoulders was pretty vulnerable.  No matter how hard I tried, my head often struck the road whether my falling off was precipitated by a high side or a low side.  So my choice was limited to what make of helmet to wear and whose rating system I should consider.  Snell, ECE, BSI or DOT.

The choice of helmet has been made even more difficult with many manufacturers claiming that they have premium protection over the competition.  You could spend less than $50 on a DOT sticker beanie, and less than $100 on an open or full face helmet.  The choice is made even more difficult with helmet manufactures making all kinds of claims about the certifications they’ve obtained, while others have remained silent on the subject.

I used to think that having a Snell or ECE sticker on my helmet marked it as a quality helmet. Having a DOT or BSI sticker was OK, but not a sign of cutting edge protection.  But over the last couple of years a debate has broken out as to whether these ratings were based on good science and real world situations. Some claimed that the Snell certification did not represent real world scenarios and resulted in a helmet that was too “hard” that would transfer more energy to the rider than a “softer” (i.e. DOT/BSI) helmet.

A major magazine did an article that questioned the ratings systems and postulated that indeed, the generally cheaper and softer helmets DOT helmets were a better alternative to the harder more expensive Snell helmets.  From there a major firestorm erupted.  If the ratings system didn’t tell the truth, what can we rely on when choosing a helmet?

Well arguably there’s a new sheriff in town and it is gaining wide acceptance throughout Europe and perhaps soon in the United States.  It’s called the SHARP Helmet Safety Scheme.  It’s based in the United Kingdom and it claims that it takes the best elements from each of the safety standards, while using a more rigorous targeted testing process.

SHARP evaluations take testing one step further than the other major certifications.  Using a 5 star rating system, instead of just earning a “certification” SHARP ratings compare helmet performance against the SHARP standard and assign the helmet from one to five stars.  Because of this, you can compare the tested results not only against the standard, but against other helmets.

So with all these choices, certifications and claims, what do you use to help you make a decision as to what certification you should trust when choosing a helmet?  Want to know how your Arai RX-7 GP rates against an AGV GP Tech?  You can compare them right on the SHARP website and get the star rating for each (in this case 4 stars for the Arai RX-7 GP and 5 stars for the AGV GP Tech).  You can review all the helmets tested so far here:

 http://sharp.direct.gov.uk/home

The only problem is that they are still testing many makes and models of helmets so you may not find yours or the one you want to purchase.  But we now have another source to assist us in making our helmet choices.

Are you even more confused now?  I don’t know a lot about the exact science of helmet testing, but I do like having the ability to compare helmets against each other.  What do you think?

 


Bait And Switch?

Forgive me everyone, but I’ve got to tell it like it is and at the same time make a confession.  Each month I receive several opportunities to take a brief vacation from the day to day grind. This short diversion arrives in the form of bound and stapled glossy paper, complete with photos delivered come rain, snow or gloom of night by the United States Postal Service.  Yes, each month I am filled with the anticipation of the arrival of a pile of freshly printed motorcycle magazines. Like a kid waiting for his/her once a year present from a distant family member, the anticipation builds with each passing week until the next edition of the magazine arrives.

First days, then weeks, pass and suddenly it happens.  With a rattling stop of a blue and white beat up right side drive delivery truck and the squeak of the mailbox door, the excitement is repeated.  Upon the opening of the mailbox door, smooth glossy paper and sexy bright colors assault my senses and stimulate my mind.  It’s like a paper version of the anticipation of an overnight date with that supermodel you’ve been dreaming about for years.

You quickly glance at the cover and there she is. That new bike you’ve been lusting after, wrapped in silky paint and sporting voluptuous curves. It’s a feast for your eyes and food for your motorcycle soul. That cover photo freshly seared into the frontal lobe of your brain, you can’t wait to open the magazine and get to know her even better.

But then it happens. You open to the page where your dream girl is supposed to be waiting. There’s another picture, not quite as large and glossy as the cover, but still sufficient to send another rush of adrenaline surging through you. You gaze upon her and she seems hotter and more exciting than ever.

Your eyes move from the glossy photo to the accompanying text.  It can’t be, no it can’t be!  Beside the glossy photo and smaller randomly placed and tilted snapshots are a couple of captions and two little paragraphs of text.  To make things even worse, most of the text comes straight out of the manufacturers brochure!

Where’s the review? Where are the opinions, the comparisons and the road test? Where is the evaluation and the conclusion on how good or bad she is? There’s nothing; nothing at all for your brain. This can’t be!  So close and yet so far, they’ve pulled a fast one on me. They’ve pulled a bait and switch and I’ve fallen for it hook line and sinker. Again!

Motorcycle magazine publishers, I’ve long been an admirer. You’ve been like family to me, at times bringing me closer and tighter into the fold. But I can’t deal with the continuing heartache.  Propelled to a zenith by a big glossy cover photo of excitement and suddenly, unceremoniously dropped from the heavens into the pits of hell by the lack of data and the failure to opine.  I can’t put up with this forever.

Please, please don’t torture me any more. Your loyal readers and I are getting restless.  We understand that publishing is a business, and that you have to sell magazines. But you do your readers and yourselves a huge disservice when you print little more than a photo and a byline just to sell a couple more copies.

Leave the ill-gotten sales to the other guys and you’ll gain the respect and loyalty of a bonded community. Take the easy way out, and you’ll alienate us from your pages. Sorry to come across so hard, but when you care about something, we’re driven to tell you like it is and let you know that there’s a problem to be fixed. So step it up folks, there’s a line of faithful readers lining up by the door… and it’s not the entrance.

So what do you think?


KTM Offers Its 450 Rally Bike For Sale To General Public

I’m glad that I don’t have a spare 24,000 Euro lying around because if I did, these funds would be winging their way back to the little Austrian factory.  Not that I could use 5% of its capability, but I’d love to spend my time learning to use its potential more and more.

I admit I am a total KTM fanatic, but this thing makes my heart beat a bit faster each time I look at it.  I wonder if it will do the same for you.  Pictures are from the Derestricted website.


Motorcycle Awareness – We’re people too.

I found this video on the blog I Just Want 2 Ride.  It’s a good public service announcement telling everyone that motorcycles are out there and to please be aware.  So I’d doing my part and posting it here.  I hope you will post it on all your social media as well.


Ride2ADV Twins Wander Europe, Where to Now? Chapter 22

When morning came, we were in no rush to get out of bed.  We both knew that our little adventure would end today.  All we had to do was to ride back to Barcelona and drop off the bikes.  Much of the riding would be on larger and more traveled roads, particularly as we got closer to Barcelona.  Neither of us rushed to get ready for the day, it was like without saying anything to each other, we were both trying to avoid the inevitable.  Our wandering adventure would soon be over.

“It’s almost over Kim.  I can’t believe we’ve used up two weeks already.  It doesn’t feel like we’ve been traveling two weeks, but I know we have.  Soon we’ll be back to the grind, doing our workday things and dreaming of another adventure.  I can’t wait until the next one.”, I said sullenly.

Kim, as always was more upbeat than me.  “We’ll be on another adventure soon,  don’t worry. We’ve ridden all over the world so far and there’s nothing stopping us from doing another adventure.  Don’t feel bad, we’ll be riding somewhere else in the world in no time.”

I paused and thought for a while.

“Thank you Princess, you always make me feel wonderful.  You are so positive about everything, you always encourage me to look at the bright side. I love you so much.”

I don’t know what was getting into me, but it seemed each day on this trip, I loved Kim more and more. I thought I couldn’t love her any more, but each day on this trip, the depths of my love for her became deeper and more vast.  I didn’t know how she did it, but she made me feel more in love with each day that passed.  I had to ask myself, “How lucky could a man get?  To be able to ride all over the world with someone who shared your love for out of the way places and have that travel be accomplished on a motorcycle.

I had to break myself out of my thoughts and get us onto the road.  We had a light casual breakfast in the hotel’s restaurant and made arrangements to have our bikes freed from the hotel’s garage.  Fifteen minutes later, we met the hotel receptionist in front of the garage and she opened the doors for us.  It didn’t take us long to load up the bikes and we were quickly underway for the last time on this adventure.

The ride back to Barcelona was very quiet over the communicators.  Neither of us said much of anything to each other.  I think we were both lost in our thoughts about where we’d been and what we’d seen.

As we rode, I was truly re-living our wandering adventure of Europe.  Even with an open visor, I barely heard the wind noise as it rushed through my helmet.  We’d been to new places and met new people.  The bikes had faithfully carried us wherever we’d asked them to never skipping a beat.  They hadn’t only been our transportation, they’d been our partners on this journey.  They’d introduced us to new places and even new people as the locals often came to us to chat about the bikes.

The miles melted away as we rode and before we knew it, we were approaching Barcelona.  But we wouldn’t arrive without one last adventure.  Less than an hour outside Barcelona, the winds began to rise.  They were not insignificant and they were not steady.  Heavy gusts pelted us from various directions, causing the bikes to shimmy and weave.  The problem for Kim was worse for Kim since she only had a little over her 100 body holding her bike in place.  Even with my 200 pounds on the bike, it was moving considerably.

It was actually better to have our speed up to make maximum use of the gyroscopic effect of the wheels to stabilize the bikes.  On a different trip, we’d ridden though the Chile and Argentina and faced the Patagonian winds on our way to Ushuaia.  Those winds were far more intense, but they were constant and on barely traveled gravel roads.  Here we were in four lanes of traffic with wind battering us from all directions.

But we soldiered on and soon found ourselves on the outskirts of Barcelona.  Now the traffic was heavy and we trundled along in the right two lanes.  As a sort of last challenge, we rode across a long high bridge.  Totally out in the open, we got the maximum impact of the winds.

The winds blew from all points of the compass.  In fact it blew so strongly that my head was involuntarily shaken left to right by the swirling wind.  This was getting a bit intense.  We knew that we did not have much farther to go and pointed ourselves towards the center of the city.  The closer we got, the weaker the winds became.  Finally, we were able to relax and enjoy the end of the ride.

We exited the highway, and quickly found the hotel.  We pulled up onto the sidewalk and parked the bikes.  I slowly got off the bike and pulled off my helmet.  I walked over to Kim.  As soon as she had her helmet off, I gave her a gigantic hug.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.  What a wonderful ride.” was all I could muster.  “Thank you for coming along with me.  It’s been a wonderful ride.”  Kim just smiled at me and I could see that she was getting a little emotional.  Truth be told so was I.  We hugged again and started to unload the bikes.

As I unloaded my bike, I looked at Mr. Cotton.  He was still there, none the worse for wear.  He wore the same smile and accumulation of stubbly beard.  His left hand still had its homemade hook fastened with tie wraps.  He’d lost his first hook somewhere in Patagonia (but that’s another story) and he had gotten a new one while we slept.  He stared back at me as if to say, “That’s it?  We’re done already?”

We’d carried all we needed for the two week wandering of Europe, and now it was time to bring it back home.  Arms filled, we walked into the hotel with our gear and checked in for the last time.

After freshening up, we decided to grab a quick dinner in the hotel, pack our gear into our luggage and turn in early.  We had to return the bikes early the following morning so we could catch our flight back home.

When morning came, we put on our helmets and rode the short distance to where we had rented the bikes.  As I got off, I looked at Mr. Cotton.  He was still there, none the worse for wear.  He stared back at me as if to say, “That’s it?  We’re done already?”

I looked back at him, grabbed my little wire cutters and freed him from his place on my handlebars.  “Yes, we’re done for now Mr. Cotton, but we’re going to have many more adventures until you retire.  So you should rest up because this was an easy trip.  I know you yearn to be back on the gravel roads of the world and I’ll make sure that you have more adventures in more remote places next time.  I wouldn’t want you to jump ship like you did at that other cold place.”

I stuffed Mr. Cotton in my pocket and went inside to complete the final paperwork on the bikes.  Our hosts were very accommodating and had us underway in no time.  As we walked back to the hotel, our wandering adventure was truly over.  But as I told Mr. Cotton, there were many more places to go and ride.

All we had to do was to figure out; where to next?


Why We Ride

We recently had a wonderful experience that we would like to share with you.  As you can tell, we have always been a big proponents of the community that is the motorcycling family.  For over 30 years, motorcycling has always held a cavernous place in our hearts.  To  us, it has been a means to explore, share, learn and enjoy.  As we’ve ridden, we met new people and made long term friends.

We’ve discovered that motorcycling is more than a “lifestyle”, “brotherhood”,  “fraternity”, “sorority”, or “club”.  To us, motorcycling is all about family.  There are no individual boundaries, barriers or divisions.  Just a large and open family that invites all into its waiting arms with no expectations or requirements other than enjoying travel on two wheels.

While there may be differences between family members as in all families, those differences are transcended by the larger community that is the motorcycling family.  We all have a common bond and we believe that the world is a little better because of it.

While the motorcycle family is quite encompassing as a whole, its role as a builder of family relationships is clear.  Families that ride together stay together.  They develop a bond made stronger by the sharing of the ride.  Kids hanging out at malls, or staring into electronic devices for hours on end is replaced by sun, wind, exercise and most importantly of all, communication between family members.  The very task of riding in itself brings us all together.

“How did the ride go?”  “What’s the track like?”  “Did you work on the bike this weekend?”  “Do you want to go for a ride?”  All these things bring us together and cause us to talk and share.  They constitute a bond that is nearly unbreakable and the more people participate, the stronger the bond.

So what caused me to write about the motorcycle family?   Frankly it was a film that all motorcyclists should see.  It’s called “Why We Ride” and it captures the essence of the motorcycle family.  Even if you or someone you know is not a rider, you should see this film.  You may just end up joining a new family.

Check out their trailer below.  It’s just part of the story.

Why We Ride is an independent film and as such, screenings have been limited.  They try to show the film where they can gain maximum impact; check their website for showings.  It’s well worth a trip to see this film.

Finally, we would be extremely remiss not to mention our friends Charles Sandoz and Jim Smith of Seacoast Sport Cycle in Derry, NH  who sponsored the showing, generously permitting about 150 of our motorcycle family to see this film.  Ride2ADV does not accept advertising, but we felt it very important that Charles and Jim get the credit for all they’ve done for our family.

Go see the film.  Take your family and some non-riding friends.  You may find that your family grows even larger, and that’s a good thing.


ZipTy Racing Adventure Enduro Footpeg Extension Kit for KTM

As you already know, Kim and I do quite a bit of dual sport riding.  When you get off the pavement, it’s nice to have a platform that permits you to move your weight around on the bike to assist your balance.  It was with this thought in mind that I decided to try out ZipTy Racing’s KTM footpeg extension kit.  Having ridden with them for a full season, I can say that these pegs have been an excellent addition.

Providing a wide and stable platform, it is now definitely easier to move around on the bike.  In addition, the pegs are now so wide that weight transfers are a piece of cake.  Not that weight transfer is that difficult, but having the extra length and width gives you the leverage to move the bike under your feet much more easily.  I have found that I feel more planted on the bike and I am never struggling for good foot placement.  Just about wherever I would want my feet to be, I can easily put them in the location I desire.

Although the platform is very wide, foot grip on the pegs has not been an issue.  The pegs have deep cutouts between the base and teeth around the perimeter of the pegs allow dirt and mud to easily fall out.  The inserts install very easily and securely and are available in four different colors: red, orange, black and silver.

All is not perfect however.  The platform is very large so that when stopped, your foot placement on the ground is changed.  You’ll notice that your feet are a little farther forward or back as you stand.  If you place your feet in front of the pegs, care must be used when starting up again as the pegs have a tendency to contact your legs at the Achilles tendon.  It’s not a huge issue provided you are careful.  In addition, the pegs are so large that you definitely don’t want to use them in a competitive environment.  Because of their size, dragging them at extreme lean is possible and you don’t want them hooking up with the ground when racing.

So overall, we really like these peg extenders.  They provide a wide stable platform that makes riding more comfortable and easy.  They are also at about $85, less expensive than other peg extensions or replacement pegs.  If we had a rating system, we’d give these pegs a 4 stars out of five.


Does Your Choice Of Motorcycle Helmet Say Something About You?

Over the years, things in my life have changed; a lot.  I’d like to think that as I’ve grown older, I’ve learned quite a bit, hopefully become somewhat wiser, experienced life’s ups and downs and generally lived the life that I wanted, to the fullest.  However, what is important to me now may not have been so important to me years ago and vice versa.

This came to me a little while ago as I passed through a small space where we keep the bikes and much of our motorcycle gear.  A part of the garage that we lovingly call “The Shrine”.  While there, I was hit with a revelation (pun intended) of sorts that over the years, perhaps my motorcycle helmets said something about me.  For some reason that resides deep in my subconscious, I’ve kept almost all of my motorcycle helmets as well as many of Kim’s.  Seeing them all sitting there lined up on the shelf, they spoke to me.  You’ve changed, you’ve abandoned us!

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They may be right.  What was the single most important thing to me when I was younger was high speed performance.  My fear of death or injury was practically nil.  I can recall pavement escapades that today seem like insanity.  Nowadays, high speed performance is not nearly as important to me.  I now know when I fall off, it takes longer to heal and it really hurts!  My focus is more on the ride itself and what happens during it, than going from point A to B as quickly as possible.  Pavement riding, once the sole realm of my motorcycle riding is now secondary, and riding the gravel or woods is what really burns in me.

So as I stared at the helmets on the shelf, they spoke to me without speaking.  Sleek, solid black Simpson Bandits in different versions cloaked with dark visors reminiscent of Darth Vader glared back at me.   Several Arai RX series helmets adorned with factory racer replica colors practically screamed high RPM.  The ones with the deep scratches from falling off during the years that I was competing in road racing told a story of excitement and falls.  Then there were the helmets painted to my specs based upon my somewhat bizarre sense of humor; including one with an attached 18″ black braid of hair which contrasted with my bald head. Finally there were the visor-less dirt bike helmets and helmets designed specifically for adventure riding.

As I stared at them, I think they had a story to tell.  They told me that my life had changed and my priorities were different.  Perhaps they also reflected the importance I’ve assigned to taking things as they come instead of trying to catch a glimpse of life fueled with adrenalin at warp speed.

So do our helmets say something about us, or was that shrine driven revelation merely a dream?

Oh, yeah; one other thing.  My current helmet is a fluorescent “Don’t Run Me Over” yellow.  What does that say?

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Aerostich Roadcrafter Comparison – Standard Roadcrafter vs. Lightweight Roadcrafter Suits

It’s no secret that Kim and I have been wearing Aerostich Roadcrafter one piece suits for years.  You probably know that we really, really like them, so we wanted to be up front with our “bias” towards this piece of kit.  That being said, we’ve had the opportunity to compare and contrast the differences between the standard Roadcrafter one piece suit and the newer Roadcrafter Light suit.  We’ve literally ridden these suits tens of thousands of miles in extreme heat and cold.  We’ve also ridden them for hours on end in dry, damp, rain and bucketing down rain.  As such, we’d thought we’d offer our impressions of the suits.

Both of our original Roadcrafter suits have handled the years very well and we still use them on a daily basis.  That being said, we’ve been riding in hotter and hotter locations and heat has become a more significant issue.  Our recent trip along the Trans American Trail in the hottest, muggiest weather we’ve ever experienced, made checking out a lighter weight option almost mandatory.  Ten or twelve hour days in the saddle in significant heat certainly makes the riding more difficult and potentially more dangerous.

 So it was with some excitement that I ordered an Aerostich Roadcrafter Light for Kim for our wandering trip across much of Europe in mid July heat.  Kim has a pretty off the shelf size frame, so I was able to order one right off the rack for her in grey and hi-viz yellow.   It arrived in just a couple of days ready to wear.

The standard Roadcrafter is made with 500 denier cordura Gore-Tex with 1050 denier cordura in the ballistic areas (i.e. high impact areas).  Both these deniers are much thicker and heavier than the 200 denier outer layer cordura Gore-Tex of the Roadcrafter Light.  Aerostich claims that the Roadcrafter Light is has roughly two thirds the abrasion resistance of the 500 denier cordura.  They don’t publish the denier of the ballistic areas for the Roadcrafter Light, but it seems to be similar to the ballistic material used in the standard Roadcrafter, meaning it is very sturdy.

There are significant differences between the standard Roadcrafter and the Roadcrafter Light.  Think of the Roadcrafter Light as the evolution of the standard Roadcrafter.  According to Aerostich, there have been numerous improvements including:

  • waterproof zippers,

  • snap down collar,

  • removable rare-earth magnetic collar clasps,

  • water-resistant inner wallet/phone/iPod pocket,

  • adjustable impact pad positions,

  • inner pocket hook for accessory pocket

  • and a mini-carabiner helmet holder clip.

There are additional options, including:

  • Integrated Boot Raincovers,

  • Chest Impact Pad,

  • Chest Insulation Pad (Standard and Electric/Heated versions) can also be incorporated.

Having tried it on, Kim commented immediately it felt lighter than the standard Roadcrafter.  The difference in weight is indeed very noticeable and it is significant.  She also said that it felt ready to wear and exhibited none of that having to “break it in” feel.  We note that although the standard Roadcrafter has a brief “break in” period, it eventually becomes like an old pair of jeans; very comfortable.  Fit in the Roadcrafter Light appears to be the same and Kim thought it was quite comfortable.  Getting in and out was also the same easy procedure as it is for the standard Roadcrafter.

Since the Roadcrafter Light has some claimed improvements, we thought it appropriate to discuss them.  So far, the suit has been entirely waterproof.  There have been no leaks and none of the previously dreaded Aerocrotch.  The zippers do seem to have tighter teeth, but it has not effected the ability to zip or un-zip them easily.

The snap down collar (in the back) is easy to use and makes the collar snugger and easily closed.  As you may know, there are now strong rare earth magnets in the base of the collar and in the collar tabs.  They keep the collar down while riding so you don’t have to ride with the collar closed.  They are very effective, however, perhaps a bit too effective.  When you are suiting up and you want the collar up, you need to exercise a bit of care zipping up so that the collar doesn’t automatically fold down.  This is a minor annoyance and if you had to choose between having or not having the magnets, you’ll definitely prefer that the suit have magnets unless you are riding in the Antarctic and the collar always has to be up.  The water-resistant pocket seems to do it’s job, we’ve not seen any water in the pocket.

There is a very definite difference between the armor mounting in the two suits.  The standard Roadcrafter has a sort of inner liner that has sewn in pockets to hold your armor.  The Roadcrafter Light comes with separate pockets which you Velcro into the suit in the appropriate places.  While the pockets stay in place once you position, Kim has found that she has to use a little more care when putting her booted foot into the suit, especially on the right leg where it does not open all the way.  She’s never had an issue getting the suit on or off, it’s just that she needs to be more careful putting it on so that her boot doesn’t get hung up with the pocket.  That said, if you don’t wear armor, this is a non-issue.  If you do wear armor, it shouldn’t be considered to be a big enough issue to turn you off from buying the Roadcrafter Light.  Lastly, the inner accessory hook and the helmet carabineer are nice to have, but aren’t anything spectacular.

We did not order the integrated boot rain covers, chest impact pad or chest insulation pad so we can’t comment on them or how well they do or don’t work.

Overall, Kim really likes the Roadcrafter Light and now wears it most of the time.  If it’s going to be cold, she opts for the Roadcrafter standard, but in all other cases, she rides with the Roadcrafter Light.  It is lighter, fits the same, watertight and packs smaller than the standard Roadcrafter.  There’s really nothing not to like about this suit.

So if you are the type that always wants the most protection that you can get in a cordura suit, or you ride in mostly cold temperatures (i.e. 50 or below) you’ll probably want to opt for the standard Roadcrafter.  But if you are ok with having two thirds the abrasion protection, in a lighter, cooler suit for $200 less, then the Roadcrafter Light may be for you.

You should really check out both suits yourself, but we thought we’d offer you our perspectives.  Your perspectives may be different, so take the time to investigate what will work best for you.


“Aren’t you afraid to die?”

I couldn’t have captured the essence of motorcycling any better.  The end of the video just reaches to my soul.

“Aren’t you afraid to die?”.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=QTPQ7iIIgsE


Shrinking World – Links to Other Great Sites.

Other sites that we’ve enjoyed.


Food Map Europe – Adventure Riding With Food Thrown In

Food Map Europe; A couple’s travels to off the beaten path.  Great imagery and food.


Traversing The TAT (Trans-America Trail) Chapter 10

Riding the TAT we’d been in rural areas for quite some time.  But the deeper we ventured into Mississippi, we began to notice that we’d entered another level of rural and got the feeling that we had really passed into an era where time may have stopped for a while.

On the gravel, we found remnants of old farms and homesteads.  It was a little mesmerizing riding through this part of the country.  You could really get the feeling of old-time farming and people scratching a living from farmland carved from the thickly wooded earth.  Each farmer cutting down trees by hand and pulling the stumps with horses or oxen.

By the way, if you don’t know, click on any one of the pictures in the gallery below and it will open that picture into a full size picture and then you can click your way through the remainder of the pictures in either direction in full size.

Then suddenly, the farms disappeared.  Fields gave way to forests once again.  Forests partially relented and gave way to water.  We were in the true wetlands of Mississippi.  When I was a kid, we called these places swamps.  We weren’t in a swamp, we were in the true definitions of wetlands.  The swamps of my childhood were a smelly, litter infested, mud and still water mess.  These were different.

Green and brown never mixed in such symmetry.   The brown water was tinged with green and rolled lazily past the shores.  Trees sprouted from the depths of the water on roots that gave the trees a “standing on tip-toes” look.  The roots arched from the water forming a triangular base from which the tree trunk sprouted.  Although they provided a platform out of the water for the tree trunk, the moss-covered roots reached away from the base and dove into the water.  A clear sign that the tree needed water to survive.  These rounded tubular roots were a natural straw, feeding the ever-growing trees life-giving nutrients and fluids.    It was a great example of the circle that is life, be it human or otherwise.

We stopped to take a few pictures of this natural wonder and in the 30 minutes that we were taking pictures, not a single soul passed by.  We were enjoying our frozen moments, but we had to get moving in order to make it to the Arkansas border for the day.

Before we knew it, we had transitioned into back onto hard surfaced roads and farms once again began made began dotting the landscape.  Most were fairly large and crossing from one to the next took some time.  We had passed several and as we rounded a corner and headed down a straight stretch of road, we came across a somewhat immovable object.  There was a very large animal standing in the middle of the road.

Tracy had already ridden by the large animal but the rest of us were stuck behind.  Kim saw it before I did and said into her communicator, “Oh look, there’s a cow in the road.”   I paid more attention than I had been and sure enough, there was a very large animal standing in the middle of the road.  I muttered into my comm back to Kim, “Um Kim, that’s not a cow, it’s a bull.”  “Oh” was the somewhat unimpressed response.  But the bull wasn’t going anywhere fast and he was in a somewhat testy mood.  He stood his ground and stared directly at us.

Somewhat surreal, in a fenced field beside the road, a group of cows and calves stood at rapt attention watching and waiting to see what might happen.  While the cows watched from the side of the road, the bull watched us and we watched the bull.  We yelled at him and revved our engines, but still he remained unmoved.  Now we were stuck.  What could we do to get this bull’s attention and make him move?  After a lot of shouting and revving of engines, I decided that we had to do something different.  What could we do?  There was only one thing left to do.  I reached over to my handlebar and gave my NH approved street legal horn a blast.  Said horn was of the rubber bulb type normally associated with little children’s bicycles.

After about the 6th “honk”, the bull slowly walked to the side of the road and stared into the brush.  MaryLee took off in a flash and was past.  Kim and I revved our engines, I engaged the clutch and…  stalled my bike.  Great!  I immediately pushed the starter button and… silence.  My battery was now dead, it had given up but we hadn’t.  I kick started the bike furiously and it caught on the fifth or sixth kick and we were off.

With the bull facing to the right we rushed to the left side of the road and we were quickly past.  Not happy with trespass, the bull immediately turned left and started chasing us!  He followed for about 50 yards and then stopped.  But in the end, I guess he felt had to show his bull chivalry and put on a show for the cows who had been watching.

With the bull dispatched, the next item on the agenda was to try to find a replacement battery for my KTM.  I thought to myself, “Oh great, we’re out in the wilds of Mississippi.  Where are we going to find a motorcycle shop and better still, one that is familiar with KTMs.   As we trundled on, I resigned myself to kick starting my little KTM each time we stopped.

We hadn’t been back on the road for more than an hour when Kim called through the communicator, “Look on your left!”  I didn’t see anything and motored on.  She said “Turn around, there’s a KTM shop on the left!”  Amazed, I said, “What?  Did you say that there was a KTM shop?”  “Yes!” somewhat loudly she responded, “turn around we’re going to pull in.”

I made a very rapid U-turn and sure enough, it was a combination farm store and motorcycle shop, complete with KTMs!  I couldn’t believe our luck.  I walked to the back of the store to the parts counter and asked them if they had a battery for a KTM 250XCF-w.  Sure as heck, they did.  They also had oil, filters and other miscellaneous parts that would come in handy.  While I waited for the other parts I wanted, little did I know that Tracy had taken the battery, had it installed and I was ready to go.  Wow, he had done that in the stifling heat and had never said a word about it.  I was so grateful, I didn’t know what to say other than thank you.  True friends are amazing.  With a new battery in place, the bike fired right up and we were back on the road and hightailing it to our rest stop for the evening, a moored riverboat that was also a casino.  The best part, only about $40 a night.

As we motored on towards the casino, we decided that the heat was too much and we needed to stop get into some air conditioning and quench our thirsts.  We found a small roadside market and went inside.  There we met some of the nicest people.  One gentleman came over and sat down at our table and asked us where we were from.  We told him a little about our trip and he told us about himself, his family and his farm.  I was a great little chat, and I think he wanted to invite us over to his house for dinner, but just couldn’t get that part out.

It was just as well, as we’d walked into the market, there on the counter were two large gallon jars filled with picked pigs lips and pickled pigs feet.  Help yourself.  We just couldn’t bring ourselves to try that delicacy.  But others had enjoyed it because both jars were only partially filled.

Having had a nice chat and cooled of in the air conditioning, we walked outside once again into the thick and muggy air.  Kim was just finishing off her Coke when she decided that her “cool vest” had dried out.  These vests are made to cool by being immersed in water and then as you move through the air, the water evaporates and cools you.  “No worries”, I said, and quickly readied my hydration system to cool Kim off.  One of the nice things about my hydration system is that it keeps the water fairly cold, especially when it had been filled to the brim with ice cubes that morning.

Before she could say anything, I had the hydration system going and ice cold water was shooting out at her.  At first I don’t think she knew what to do.  Be angry or be happy that she was being sprayed with ice cold water.  Luckily for me, she liked it more than the initial shock and ultimately asked me to spray her all over.  But I must tell you, when the water first hit her, her expression was priceless.  Surprise, dread and relief all at the same. I was a wonderful sight and one that Tracy caught on film.  It is one of my keepsakes from the trip that she and I now both enjoy.

A couple of hours later, we were pulling into the parking lot with our dusty and dirty little machines.  We parked in front and went inside to the front desk outside of the casino.  After about 15 minutes, we had our rooms and headed to the bikes to get our gear.  We asked the doorman where we should put our bikes and he said, “Leave them right there, We’ll keep an eye on them for you.”  Wow, we’d never been treated like that and after gathering our gear to go to our rooms, we left the filthy bikes next to the sparkling clean limousines.    What a great scene!

Even better was our walk to our rooms.  To get there, we had to walk through the casino.  With people sitting at tables and at slots, we “moseyed” our way though.  Some people were dressed to the nines and we had our own attire.  Dusty riding pants and pressure suits were our wardrobe and they created a bit of a surreal picture.  I just had to stop to take a picture of Kim.  It came out wonderfully with Kim’s bright smile and dusty gear providing an amazing contrast to the well dressed people, flashing lights and ringing bells.

We’d had a long day, and it was time to turn in for a good nights rest.  For tomorrow, we would make our way into Arkansas and start another hot humid day on the TAT.