I don't have a lot to say, I'll let the pictures do the talking. I'm probably going to start putting the pics on flickr too.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Another Beautiful Nor Cal Day
I don't have a lot to say, I'll let the pictures do the talking. I'm probably going to start putting the pics on flickr too.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
1989 MDA "Love Ride"
Yep that's me on the right believe it or not.
And that beauty I'm holding, no not the Blonde I'm on the right remember, is a 77' Shovelhead with a Springer Front End.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
My Crashes and What I Learned (what have you learned from crashing?)
These are not my only crashes, just the ones I remember best.
1975 Top of the World, UT: Okay, so starting early. My schwinn bicycle with the bananna seat. LOL. Red. Rad. Ruled! Okay so it had about .005 HP i.e. ME but it was awesome. I was going down a big hill. I found out at the bottom of the hill, no brakes. Not a good thing to find out at the BOTTOM of the hill. First experience with road rash.
1975 Top of the World, UT: Mini-Bike. Think it had a briggs and stratton engine. Don't remember crashing that much, but my brother Dave had a Honda CB350 at this time. He was riding a fire road with no shirt and thought a wheelie was a good idea. It wasn't. When he came home his back was hamburger. I remember it quite well, it was gruesome. My mom was picking gravel out of his back for a few hours and he was in agony. I learned by observation that a good jacket is your friend.
1980 Long Island, NY: Trees are stronger than you and your bitchin JR50. Need I say more.
1987 West Lost Angeles, CA: Knobbies are NO HELP on 50 GALLONS of OIL! I was cruising to Uni High on Barrington in Lost Angeles. A flat bed dropped a 50 gallon barrel of recycle oil on the road and I encountered it on my way to Burger King for lunch. I saw the barrel fall. I saw the oil spread. I might have even had time to stop, but it took a second to register on my teenage brain. I was riding my XL 500. I put both feet down and it was NO help. My feet slipped more than my tires did and I went down HARD. I got some major road rash. First lesson. Oil does not prevent road rash! Good to know. Second lesson OIL stings like a @&%$@# *@&#$^!! when it's under your skin.
1988 Phoenix (Tempe), AZ: DO NOT ASSUME. Do not assume that drivers obey the speed limit. We don't why should they. I was crossing a 4 lane road from a 2 lane. There was a school bus in the near lane coming my way. I had plenty of time to cross in front of the bus so I went. As soon as I could see past the bus I saw a lady speeding past the bus. Uh Oh! I slammed on my brakes. The bus had time to stop. She didn't. Have you ever flicked a quarter. Well, that's what she did to me. She hit my front tire so hard that it was like flicking a quarter. I spun a full 360 put my foot down and lifted my other leg and the bike just went sliding down the road following her car. I was left standing bewildered in the middle of the road. She did stop and I being 17 and pissed decided the best thing to do was throw my helmet at her car. Not the best idea. Long story short. She left and I had levers/handle bars to replace, but amazingly not a scratch. Same XL as above. I rode it from LA to Phoenix. P.S. Want to test your mettle, drive a dirt bike through the desert from LA to Phoenix at night with no gloves. Okay another lesson. Gloves are our friends.
1988 Phoenix, AZ: Pity can get you out of a ticket. I had expired tags. I was on my way to High School. A police officer was following me. I felt sure he saw my expired tags. In my haste to get to school I failed to notice the gravel at the entrance to the parking lot. I slid and skinned my knee TO THE BONE. OUCH! When the office came up and saw my state the first thing he said was "Do you need an ambulance." I said "No, I need to get to class." LOL. He said, "No, you need medical attention." I said "The school has a nurse." Amazingly he said, "OK, go to the nurse and by the way, get your bike registered." I said "Yes, officer." and counted myself lucky.
1999 Point of the Mtn, UT: Me and my superfast Polaris Scrambler 400 were tearing it up at the hang glider park. These guys wanted to race. I was clearly a lot faster so I offered them a head start. STUPID. Do the fast guys in races start at the back. NO! I don't think so. Anyway, I gave them a 50 yard lead then took off to catch up. I was planning to take the first turn at MY, speed but they were planning to take it on their speed, so when then slammed on the brakes I was totally unprepared. I couldn't maneuver fast enough, so I thought "Jump for it!" So I did at 40+ MPH. No gear. No protection. It was then I learned that I was more concerned about telling my wife about ruining my new jeans than about the bruise as black as night on my rear.
2001 Tooele, UT: Desert Peak dirt track. Me and my DR 350 that I treated like an MX bike. I had been running the track all day. Faster and faster. I had been jumping a double followed by a 40 foot table. Once I jumped the double and landed on the table so I got the bright idea to link them. I thought, hey, if I go fast enough I can clear this whole section. I was very tired. Sweat was pouring into my eyes and I was in the top of fifth when I hit the take off. I was higher than I have ever been on a bike. I felt like I was flying. I looked down and quickly realized that good sense had not prevailed. I was about 5 feet short of the end of the table. I was going to miss my landing and endo. Nothing I could do about it. The last thing I remember for a while was thinking "This is going to hurt." I was right about one thing. Knocked myself silly and shattered my ankle. Drove my medial maleolous(sp?, not a doc) half way up the inside of my calf. Endorphins are pretty amazing. When someone woke me (don't know who) first thought was, how is the bike? It looked fine so I thought I would kick it over. I threw my leg over it and kicked and ALMOST passed out from the new found pain. Fell over, the bike fell on me AGAIN and this time the guy said, "Uh, I think you need help." I said "Yeah, do you have a phone?" Luckily he did and I called my awesome brother David, who came and got me and took me to the hospital. P.S. Full body bruises SUCK! Several surgeries and many years later my ankle still hurts and has a limited range of motion.
2008 Berryessa, CA: More to come ...
1975 Top of the World, UT: Okay, so starting early. My schwinn bicycle with the bananna seat. LOL. Red. Rad. Ruled! Okay so it had about .005 HP i.e. ME but it was awesome. I was going down a big hill. I found out at the bottom of the hill, no brakes. Not a good thing to find out at the BOTTOM of the hill. First experience with road rash.
1975 Top of the World, UT: Mini-Bike. Think it had a briggs and stratton engine. Don't remember crashing that much, but my brother Dave had a Honda CB350 at this time. He was riding a fire road with no shirt and thought a wheelie was a good idea. It wasn't. When he came home his back was hamburger. I remember it quite well, it was gruesome. My mom was picking gravel out of his back for a few hours and he was in agony. I learned by observation that a good jacket is your friend.
1980 Long Island, NY: Trees are stronger than you and your bitchin JR50. Need I say more.
1987 West Lost Angeles, CA: Knobbies are NO HELP on 50 GALLONS of OIL! I was cruising to Uni High on Barrington in Lost Angeles. A flat bed dropped a 50 gallon barrel of recycle oil on the road and I encountered it on my way to Burger King for lunch. I saw the barrel fall. I saw the oil spread. I might have even had time to stop, but it took a second to register on my teenage brain. I was riding my XL 500. I put both feet down and it was NO help. My feet slipped more than my tires did and I went down HARD. I got some major road rash. First lesson. Oil does not prevent road rash! Good to know. Second lesson OIL stings like a @&%$@# *@&#$^!! when it's under your skin.
1988 Phoenix (Tempe), AZ: DO NOT ASSUME. Do not assume that drivers obey the speed limit. We don't why should they. I was crossing a 4 lane road from a 2 lane. There was a school bus in the near lane coming my way. I had plenty of time to cross in front of the bus so I went. As soon as I could see past the bus I saw a lady speeding past the bus. Uh Oh! I slammed on my brakes. The bus had time to stop. She didn't. Have you ever flicked a quarter. Well, that's what she did to me. She hit my front tire so hard that it was like flicking a quarter. I spun a full 360 put my foot down and lifted my other leg and the bike just went sliding down the road following her car. I was left standing bewildered in the middle of the road. She did stop and I being 17 and pissed decided the best thing to do was throw my helmet at her car. Not the best idea. Long story short. She left and I had levers/handle bars to replace, but amazingly not a scratch. Same XL as above. I rode it from LA to Phoenix. P.S. Want to test your mettle, drive a dirt bike through the desert from LA to Phoenix at night with no gloves. Okay another lesson. Gloves are our friends.
1988 Phoenix, AZ: Pity can get you out of a ticket. I had expired tags. I was on my way to High School. A police officer was following me. I felt sure he saw my expired tags. In my haste to get to school I failed to notice the gravel at the entrance to the parking lot. I slid and skinned my knee TO THE BONE. OUCH! When the office came up and saw my state the first thing he said was "Do you need an ambulance." I said "No, I need to get to class." LOL. He said, "No, you need medical attention." I said "The school has a nurse." Amazingly he said, "OK, go to the nurse and by the way, get your bike registered." I said "Yes, officer." and counted myself lucky.
1999 Point of the Mtn, UT: Me and my superfast Polaris Scrambler 400 were tearing it up at the hang glider park. These guys wanted to race. I was clearly a lot faster so I offered them a head start. STUPID. Do the fast guys in races start at the back. NO! I don't think so. Anyway, I gave them a 50 yard lead then took off to catch up. I was planning to take the first turn at MY, speed but they were planning to take it on their speed, so when then slammed on the brakes I was totally unprepared. I couldn't maneuver fast enough, so I thought "Jump for it!" So I did at 40+ MPH. No gear. No protection. It was then I learned that I was more concerned about telling my wife about ruining my new jeans than about the bruise as black as night on my rear.
2001 Tooele, UT: Desert Peak dirt track. Me and my DR 350 that I treated like an MX bike. I had been running the track all day. Faster and faster. I had been jumping a double followed by a 40 foot table. Once I jumped the double and landed on the table so I got the bright idea to link them. I thought, hey, if I go fast enough I can clear this whole section. I was very tired. Sweat was pouring into my eyes and I was in the top of fifth when I hit the take off. I was higher than I have ever been on a bike. I felt like I was flying. I looked down and quickly realized that good sense had not prevailed. I was about 5 feet short of the end of the table. I was going to miss my landing and endo. Nothing I could do about it. The last thing I remember for a while was thinking "This is going to hurt." I was right about one thing. Knocked myself silly and shattered my ankle. Drove my medial maleolous(sp?, not a doc) half way up the inside of my calf. Endorphins are pretty amazing. When someone woke me (don't know who) first thought was, how is the bike? It looked fine so I thought I would kick it over. I threw my leg over it and kicked and ALMOST passed out from the new found pain. Fell over, the bike fell on me AGAIN and this time the guy said, "Uh, I think you need help." I said "Yeah, do you have a phone?" Luckily he did and I called my awesome brother David, who came and got me and took me to the hospital. P.S. Full body bruises SUCK! Several surgeries and many years later my ankle still hurts and has a limited range of motion.
2008 Berryessa, CA: More to come ...
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Bikes I'd Like Some Day
Ducati Desmosedici RR
Yamaha R1 SP
Kawasaki Concours 14
Gas Gas Raga 300
Aprilia RS250
Triumph Daytona 675
Roehr 1250sc
Suzuki B-King
Aprilia Tuono
BMW R 1200 GS
Suzuki RG500 Gamma!!! Yes!
Y2K
Yamaha R1 SP
Kawasaki Concours 14
Gas Gas Raga 300
Aprilia RS250
Triumph Daytona 675
Roehr 1250sc
Suzuki B-King
Aprilia Tuono
BMW R 1200 GS
Suzuki RG500 Gamma!!! Yes!
Y2K
The Bikes I've Known and Loved
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*1976 Suzuki Trail 50JR
1986 Honda XL 500R
*1986 GPz 1100
1989 Nighthawk 450
Had the pleasure of riding a '77 Shovelhead Low Springer in the 1989 MDA "Love" Ride
*1989 Nighthawk 750
*1982 CB 650
1999 DR 350
2000 GZ 250
2000 Bandit 1200S (Done up by Dale Walker, just like his "Holeshot" bike, I have to say this was a dang fast bike. 150 HP @ 96 ft-lbs torque at rear wheel best dyno pull) I raced this bike at RMR in Utah a couple times and won. It was in the high tens, but would have been in the nines at sea level.
2005 Buell XB12R Firebolt
2007 FZ1
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* Most of them have the correct year, but a few I couldn't remember for sure, maybe I'm just getting cenile.
My Current Stable, okay the Truck is obviously not a bike, but it's an essential for any motorcycle owner in my opinion.
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