Last weekend I added 200 miles to my odometer. That was over two days but still quite a bit for me. I feel like a big biker now. With the sky graying and the temps dropping - now it's time to bundle up before hitting the road. Can't let a bit of wind or cool days stop us. Before we know it the snow will squelch our riding.
As we head out today to wander for a couple hours I've got my leather chaps on and my quilted lining is zipped into my heavier jacket. Small price to pay to extend the riding season.
The catalogs are already stacked up and waiting for some off season shopping. When you love biking there's always something to do - no matter what the season.
Bike Days Dwindling
I've done my best to be out there on the road so the blog has been on hold. As the days shorten and the weather eventually gets so the bike has to stay in the garage watch for more posts.
In the meantime - please vote for one of the projects I'm working on - the Chardon Heritage House. We've earned the chance to get a Pepsi Refresh grant of $50,000 to help make this project happen and that's a significant amount of support.
You can text 102258 to 73774 AND you can vote online @ http://www.refresheverything.com/chardonohiocommunitycenter
Please vote both ways EVERY DAY! Thanks for your support!
In the meantime - please vote for one of the projects I'm working on - the Chardon Heritage House. We've earned the chance to get a Pepsi Refresh grant of $50,000 to help make this project happen and that's a significant amount of support.
You can text 102258 to 73774 AND you can vote online @ http://www.refresheverything.com/chardonohiocommunitycenter
Please vote both ways EVERY DAY! Thanks for your support!
New Roads
I've been stacking up the miles on my Aero. Geneva on the Lake - yep. Willoughby downtown - yep. Geauga County country roads - yep. Peninsula's Winking Lizard - yep. River Road curves - yep, yep, yep. New routes attract me more than familiar ones and that supply is certainly abundant since this is my first year of riding.
I think that at my age it's rather unique to be proud of a new adventure. Perhaps I'm wrong but I believe generally mid-life is routine and habitual. We have our jobs, our families, and our community. Responsibility still reigns. The question is - do we have chutzpah? Maybe any age is a good time to ask ourselves that question.
More than one respected study shows that the being engaged in life, learning new skills and taking more risks equates to being sharper in the mind and more lively in the living. I love the stories that show up in newspapers and magazine regarding centenarians celebrating birthdays at work or at their favorite hang out, with zest and with passion. Even aging bikers are keeping their groove by going three-wheels to help with balance and leg strength. Point is - they're staying on the road and continuing their adventure. Nice.
Now I must admit - I'm not the biggest risk taker. Free falling from anything doesn't appeal. Investing in volatile stocks doesn't entice. Even in my biking I'm wearing protective gear because bandages are a lot hotter than my armored mesh jacket. I like to think I place smart wagers in life. Living edgy but not all-0ut flirting with disaster - though some may counter that marriage and having children are high stake gambles but in that arena I've been blessed. Basically - risk is good for the adrenaline system - keeps the "set in her ways" crustiness away.
Here's your take away today - try something new.
It doesn't have to be motorcycling though I highly recommend it.
Join your local Toastmasters chapter and beat down your fear of speaking in public. Start writing that book you've daydreamed for decades and join a writers group so you experience the critique that will make you a better writer, published someday or not. Free fall, hang glide, start a real relationship, get your degree or learn Portuguese. Doesn't matter what you choose so long as you feel the stretch and sense the risk.
The point is embrace life and get some chutzpah going in your life. Stagnant water is never pretty.
I think that at my age it's rather unique to be proud of a new adventure. Perhaps I'm wrong but I believe generally mid-life is routine and habitual. We have our jobs, our families, and our community. Responsibility still reigns. The question is - do we have chutzpah? Maybe any age is a good time to ask ourselves that question.
More than one respected study shows that the being engaged in life, learning new skills and taking more risks equates to being sharper in the mind and more lively in the living. I love the stories that show up in newspapers and magazine regarding centenarians celebrating birthdays at work or at their favorite hang out, with zest and with passion. Even aging bikers are keeping their groove by going three-wheels to help with balance and leg strength. Point is - they're staying on the road and continuing their adventure. Nice.
Now I must admit - I'm not the biggest risk taker. Free falling from anything doesn't appeal. Investing in volatile stocks doesn't entice. Even in my biking I'm wearing protective gear because bandages are a lot hotter than my armored mesh jacket. I like to think I place smart wagers in life. Living edgy but not all-0ut flirting with disaster - though some may counter that marriage and having children are high stake gambles but in that arena I've been blessed. Basically - risk is good for the adrenaline system - keeps the "set in her ways" crustiness away.
Here's your take away today - try something new.
It doesn't have to be motorcycling though I highly recommend it.
Join your local Toastmasters chapter and beat down your fear of speaking in public. Start writing that book you've daydreamed for decades and join a writers group so you experience the critique that will make you a better writer, published someday or not. Free fall, hang glide, start a real relationship, get your degree or learn Portuguese. Doesn't matter what you choose so long as you feel the stretch and sense the risk.
The point is embrace life and get some chutzpah going in your life. Stagnant water is never pretty.
A Biker's Birthday Wish
What a wonderful week! The hubby and I vacated the usual to spend a few days in the Hocking Hills. So named, we think, due to the twisty roads. With no warning signs it's easy to take a corner too quickly and suddenly you have the urge to hock up your lunch. Even the locals say they just buckle up and pray through the turns. Interesting piece of engineering is all I can say.
Since we had so much stuff to take to the cabin we rented we left the bikes at home. Just as well. As we suspected - we didn't see many bikes in that area and I'm sure I would have bought it at some surprise hairpin. On the return trip we stopped in at the Iron Pony and I got my birthday gifts - a pair of Cortech DX gloves and a Joe Rocket tank bag to hold my stuff. No more bulging pockets for me. My husband got his birthday gift too - a Shoei RF-1100 helmet. The sales gal was knowledgable and really helped us find the right fit. She also is a hard core biker and has me thinking about running an Iron Butt. Could I really cover 1,000 miles in 24 hours? Perhaps this type of endurance riding is for those younger than me and I should just stick with cruising.
Needless to say - we rode the next morning after we got home. We headed out to Mary Yoder's for some breakfast and then shot over to Rt. 528 to head north up to Rt. 307 which is home to many wineries and nice curves. Very enjoyable. We headed south on Rt. 45 to Rt. 6 where we switched bikes. Bob's VTX is slim and tight compared to my Aero. I'm accustomed to my nice foot rests and easy clutch. I am classic-cruiser-spoiled. His bike is edgy, nimble and very very loud. My one panic moment passed quickly when I managed to hook the shifter peg with the edge of my boot since my boot toe was too fat to fit under it as is my habit. That was enough. We switched back in three miles after stopping in Hartsgrove at the Old General Store for a cone - a longtime Bednar Family tradition as we use to take our four kids out there for a summertime treat a couple decades ago.
It's good to go out and it's good to get home. The ride, like the vacation, ended well. Now today as I celebrate the anniversary of my birth I am glad to be a biker. My birthday wishes include safe freedom on the road for all bikers. May the journey always start happy and end well.
Since we had so much stuff to take to the cabin we rented we left the bikes at home. Just as well. As we suspected - we didn't see many bikes in that area and I'm sure I would have bought it at some surprise hairpin. On the return trip we stopped in at the Iron Pony and I got my birthday gifts - a pair of Cortech DX gloves and a Joe Rocket tank bag to hold my stuff. No more bulging pockets for me. My husband got his birthday gift too - a Shoei RF-1100 helmet. The sales gal was knowledgable and really helped us find the right fit. She also is a hard core biker and has me thinking about running an Iron Butt. Could I really cover 1,000 miles in 24 hours? Perhaps this type of endurance riding is for those younger than me and I should just stick with cruising.
Needless to say - we rode the next morning after we got home. We headed out to Mary Yoder's for some breakfast and then shot over to Rt. 528 to head north up to Rt. 307 which is home to many wineries and nice curves. Very enjoyable. We headed south on Rt. 45 to Rt. 6 where we switched bikes. Bob's VTX is slim and tight compared to my Aero. I'm accustomed to my nice foot rests and easy clutch. I am classic-cruiser-spoiled. His bike is edgy, nimble and very very loud. My one panic moment passed quickly when I managed to hook the shifter peg with the edge of my boot since my boot toe was too fat to fit under it as is my habit. That was enough. We switched back in three miles after stopping in Hartsgrove at the Old General Store for a cone - a longtime Bednar Family tradition as we use to take our four kids out there for a summertime treat a couple decades ago.
It's good to go out and it's good to get home. The ride, like the vacation, ended well. Now today as I celebrate the anniversary of my birth I am glad to be a biker. My birthday wishes include safe freedom on the road for all bikers. May the journey always start happy and end well.
Bikin' - not Writin'
Life has an ebb and flow. The flow has been way too fast and full in my life for about a month. So my blogging has been in ebb mode.
I am happy to report that I've been riding quite a bit. My ride times are getting longer and my skills are increasing. Not quite ready for a rally with wheel to wheel clutching & braking but over the road trips I am handling quite well.
On the garage front I can tell you that the labor was intensive and the end-product is still in development but we're getting there. However - no pictures until it's done! So it may be a while. Why is there always a gap between expectations and reality? I suppose so that we can experience hope.
As for our 30th anniversary celebration - it was a delightful weekend topped off with the kids taking us out to dinner where the youngest of the brood showed up as a surprise. He and his girl made a one day trip up from Columbus just to help us celebrate. Look at all those happy faces in that photo. What a wonderful ebb & flow family has been for us.
I hope your hot summer days are filled with good memory-making moments. Don't forget to watch out for that crack seal - it's awful slippery in this heat. Maybe I'll see you on the road - wave if you see my yellow and black Aero go by.
Bikin' Bros
A week from tomorrow my husband and I celebrate 30 years of weddedness. Our marriage has had its moments, seasons and eras. Initiated on a blessed hot day in June 1980 it has gyrated through four children, five houses, countless fiascos and even more good times. All I can say is humor is a lifesaver and it's never too late to try something new.
The newest endeavor in our marriage concluded yesterday - seperate vacations. Well Bob was on vacation. I was home doing two people's work but I've had my share of long weekends visiting my friend Debbie (most recently in Orlando) so he was due.
Bob, his brothers, Skip and William, along with a friend named Gunther rode their bikes to New Hampshire where they shared a very small cabin in a very large mountain range - Twin Mountain KOA in The White Mountains. As I understand the days were filled with hard riding, dodging rain and hitting diners while the evenings were a mix of campfires, stories, excessive snacking and bunking down in sleeping bags. They had a blast.
Not a one of them had a slip, a skid or a breakdown. After a rough highway they would lock down all the loosened parts and feel thankful when the next stretch was smoother. From base camp they road north, east, west and south and even managed a half day at Laconia for the 2010 Bike Week. From what I hear about that stop they saw beads hanging around male necks but didn't see any handed out. Hmmmm. I figure the stories that make it home are filtered but that's one reason we're celebrating 30 rather than dreading 31.
To conclude this post here is a story from the road -
As the band of bros + one rounded a blind curve in a very small smidge of a NH town, a young lady insisted on crossing the street in spite of their impending roar. Her companion, a lanky fellow, was trying to get her to wait but she had a mind that her sashay was more important than any old motorcycle. Gunther, on lead as usual, had to lock up the brakes to avoid the obvious. William in second place, almost hit Gunther. My dearest was next and after quickly assessing the situation brought his bike in close to the heels of the bold young lady who was closing in on her destination. With a squeeze of the clutch and a hard crank on the throttle he gave her the what-for. Bob's pipes are loud. Really loud. I'm thinking that left a lesson in her ears and from Skip's eyewitness report her jump was stellar. Perhaps she'll heed the sound of approaching bikes in the future. It would be awful to stop a bike with your body so I hope she remembers.
If some say that's how bikers get a bad rap - well so be it. Like marriages, we want to keep going for the long haul and not have our lives or the lives of others cut short.
Bike Bay
Today is the day! Today we will see change! Today we clean the garage!
I've invited - nay, commanded - our adult children to come hither and help with the transformation. The goal: a "bay" for the bikes all their own.
Our two-car garage has the space. What it lacks is the will power to 
stay organized. So today we shall conquer the chaos and create parking space for three motorcycles AND two cars.
stay organized. So today we shall conquer the chaos and create parking space for three motorcycles AND two cars.I'll post the transformation soon.
It's obvious that the good weather has kept the wheels rolling and the blogging to a minimum. But now with a couple rainy days spent at home on "important stuff" I’m writing again.
There's a buzz starting to build at our house. My better half is taking a bike trip to New Hampshire. It's a boys only trip but that's okay. Someone has to stay home and take care of the poodle. (Poodles + Bikers = Oxymoron)
Bob replaced his 2004 VTX 1300R with a 2006 VTX 1300C last month. This sleeker VTX came with some nice additions like Kuryakyn tail lights and grips along with 3" Hard Chromes. The list of things it needed for a cross country journey though was almost as long as the trip. And don’t get me started on how my rear is not a stock seat situation but seat replacement comes later since my butt is staying home this time.
There's a buzz starting to build at our house. My better half is taking a bike trip to New Hampshire. It's a boys only trip but that's okay. Someone has to stay home and take care of the poodle. (Poodles + Bikers = Oxymoron)
Bob replaced his 2004 VTX 1300R with a 2006 VTX 1300C last month. This sleeker VTX came with some nice additions like Kuryakyn tail lights and grips along with 3" Hard Chromes. The list of things it needed for a cross country journey though was almost as long as the trip. And don’t get me started on how my rear is not a stock seat situation but seat replacement comes later since my butt is staying home this time.
So it's Memphis Shades and Iron Rider luggage along with a Paladin sissy bar/luggage rack that has kept us hopping websites and ordering stuff at Shadetree in Middlefield (where Bob also found the Throttle Boss he needed) and visiting Iron Pony in Columbus. We're thankful for our mech, Dale, at United Cycle in Concord. He's a good source of recommendations and installations.
All parts are now in our possession and soon Bob'll be making some practice jaunts to get used to the feel of the full luggage combined with the new windshield along with some palming of the throttle. Seems like this vacation worked out well for him and the bike. Maybe I need to plan a trip.
All parts are now in our possession and soon Bob'll be making some practice jaunts to get used to the feel of the full luggage combined with the new windshield along with some palming of the throttle. Seems like this vacation worked out well for him and the bike. Maybe I need to plan a trip.
June Biking
Although Orlando has more blue sky days than Northeast Ohio I'll take our area's curvy roads any day. Couldn't believe how flat it was there and the roads are straight shots. Granted the water areas are pretty - but I think that just makes the bugs more prolific and BIGGER. And granted the asphalt is smooth as the day it was laid down due to no freeze-thaw-freeze abuse.
Even so I think NEO is the way to go on a bike. So here's my toast to Ohio - May your roads be well repaired, may your curves and hills offer safe thrills and may your bikers be blessed.
I've noted a few June bike happenings below. Some are local and some require some mileage. Not an exhaustive list and certainly not meant to be exclusive but I've included a couple listing links I've posted before so you can pick your own fun from the growing itinerary of summer rides and events.
6/2/10
B.A.L.D. Run Bikers Aiding Local Diabetics
Painesville, OH
The dice run starts at the American Legion Post #336, 60 Chester St. in Painesville. The first bike will leave at 12:00 pm. The ride fee is $15.00 and includes dinner, and entertainment. $100.00 will be awarded for high role and low role. The ride ends with door prizes, and 50/50 drawing. Proceeds will go to Lifeline, Inc. For more information call (440) 259-3303, or go to http://baldrun.org.
6/5 & 6, 2010
AHDRA-Ohio Bike Week Nationals
Norwalk, Ohio
Sponsored by Screamin' Eagle Performance Parts
Drag racing will take place at Summit Motorsports Park, 1300 State Route 16 in Norwalk. Racing starts at 9:00 am on both days. Drag bike classes are pro drags, pro stock, street bikes and more. Riders must have a AHDRA membership to enter the races. General admission is $50.00 for the weekend or $30.00 for a single day. For more information call (336) 924-2095, click here to send e-mail, or go to http://www.ahdra.com.
6/6/10
Cleveland Ride for Kids
Rocky River, Ohio
Sponsored by Ride for Kids, Pediatric Brain Tumor Foundation
The ride starts at Rocky River High School, 20951 Detroit Rd in Rocky River. Registration is from 8:00 am to 9:45 am and the ride leaves at 10:00 am sharp. The ride includes breakfast pastries and light lunch. The ride fee is $35.00 for each bike. All bikes welcome and event happens rain or shine. The fully escorted motorcycle ride will go through through the Cleveland Metroparks to help kids with brain tumors or cancers. For more information call (216) 645-7239, or go to http://www.clevelandrideforkids.org/.
6/5/10
Bike To Biker Safety Day
Medina, OH
Family Event - 11am - 3pm...Just in time for summer, be ready to ride and be safe. And, there will be other goodies for everyone in the family. For our young cyclists –bring your bike to ride on our protected course and learn safety tips for riding on the road. All participants will receive •Safety lights for wheel spokes •Re-useable "green" bags •Entry for a chance to win "Be Safe, Be Seen backpacks". For our licensed motorcyclists – Bring your bike and ride our protected course to test your skills and learn safety tips. Safety sessions on other important skills. For More Information see website www.centuryhd.com/node/3300.
6/9/10 - 6/13/10 (Wednesday - Sunday)
Rally On The Rock
Put-in-Bay, OH
Five-day bike rally along Put-in-Bay's picturesque downtown harbor on South Bass Island. Free two-day Music Fest, Wednesday and Thursday with Tony Rio and Relentless, Mustang Sally, Mike "Mad Dog" Adams, Bob Gatewood, Westside Steve Simmons and Ray Fogg performing. Enter the Rally King and Rally Queen contests, Tattoo Contest and the Rally Poker Run for a shore of $1500 in cash plus other prizes on Wednesday. Contest entry is free. Five days of a Bikers' Vendor Rally Alley plus everything this Lake Erie Island has to offer, including 30 bars, live entertainment, kayaking, jet skiing and more. Website: rallyontherock.com
Contact: Maggie Beckford at 419-285-2213
6/21/10
Ride to Work Day
http://www.ridetowork.org/
6/27/10
Rotary Ride
Middlefield, OH
The "Ride" will benefit Geauga County Veterans. The "Ride" will depart from Harrington Square at 15551 W High St, Middlefield, OH at 10 am. It will be led as usual by Sheriff Dan McClelland and "Midge." They will lead you on a 60 mile trek through scenic Geauga County. There will be a drive by of the Geauga County Veteran's Memorial. The ride ends with a picnic lunch provided by sponsor Dave Harrington and the Burton-Middlefield Rotary. See http://www.bmrmotorcyclerun.com/ for more info.
6/27/10
Northeast Ohio Safety Forces Poker Run
Willoughby Hills, Ohio
Sponsored by Warthogs MC, Iron Pigs MC, Usual Suspects MC
The ride starts at Pat O’Brien Chevy, 2810 Bishop Rd in Willoughby Hills. Registration starts at 11:00 am and the last bike will leave at 12:30 pm. The run will end in Mentor, OH. For more information click this link to send e-mail: PokerRun
See http://www.lets-ride.com/event/ohio.htm or http://www.bikerplaza.com/motorcycle-events-oh.html for more Ohio events or check out what's going on in other states so you can plan a really good vacation.
Even so I think NEO is the way to go on a bike. So here's my toast to Ohio - May your roads be well repaired, may your curves and hills offer safe thrills and may your bikers be blessed.
I've noted a few June bike happenings below. Some are local and some require some mileage. Not an exhaustive list and certainly not meant to be exclusive but I've included a couple listing links I've posted before so you can pick your own fun from the growing itinerary of summer rides and events.
6/2/10
B.A.L.D. Run Bikers Aiding Local Diabetics
Painesville, OH
The dice run starts at the American Legion Post #336, 60 Chester St. in Painesville. The first bike will leave at 12:00 pm. The ride fee is $15.00 and includes dinner, and entertainment. $100.00 will be awarded for high role and low role. The ride ends with door prizes, and 50/50 drawing. Proceeds will go to Lifeline, Inc. For more information call (440) 259-3303, or go to http://baldrun.org.
6/5 & 6, 2010
AHDRA-Ohio Bike Week Nationals
Norwalk, Ohio
Sponsored by Screamin' Eagle Performance Parts
Drag racing will take place at Summit Motorsports Park, 1300 State Route 16 in Norwalk. Racing starts at 9:00 am on both days. Drag bike classes are pro drags, pro stock, street bikes and more. Riders must have a AHDRA membership to enter the races. General admission is $50.00 for the weekend or $30.00 for a single day. For more information call (336) 924-2095, click here to send e-mail, or go to http://www.ahdra.com.
6/6/10
Cleveland Ride for Kids
Rocky River, Ohio
Sponsored by Ride for Kids, Pediatric Brain Tumor Foundation
The ride starts at Rocky River High School, 20951 Detroit Rd in Rocky River. Registration is from 8:00 am to 9:45 am and the ride leaves at 10:00 am sharp. The ride includes breakfast pastries and light lunch. The ride fee is $35.00 for each bike. All bikes welcome and event happens rain or shine. The fully escorted motorcycle ride will go through through the Cleveland Metroparks to help kids with brain tumors or cancers. For more information call (216) 645-7239, or go to http://www.clevelandrideforkids.org/.
6/5/10
Bike To Biker Safety Day
Medina, OH
Family Event - 11am - 3pm...Just in time for summer, be ready to ride and be safe. And, there will be other goodies for everyone in the family. For our young cyclists –bring your bike to ride on our protected course and learn safety tips for riding on the road. All participants will receive •Safety lights for wheel spokes •Re-useable "green" bags •Entry for a chance to win "Be Safe, Be Seen backpacks". For our licensed motorcyclists – Bring your bike and ride our protected course to test your skills and learn safety tips. Safety sessions on other important skills. For More Information see website www.centuryhd.com/node/3300.
6/9/10 - 6/13/10 (Wednesday - Sunday)
Rally On The Rock
Put-in-Bay, OH
Five-day bike rally along Put-in-Bay's picturesque downtown harbor on South Bass Island. Free two-day Music Fest, Wednesday and Thursday with Tony Rio and Relentless, Mustang Sally, Mike "Mad Dog" Adams, Bob Gatewood, Westside Steve Simmons and Ray Fogg performing. Enter the Rally King and Rally Queen contests, Tattoo Contest and the Rally Poker Run for a shore of $1500 in cash plus other prizes on Wednesday. Contest entry is free. Five days of a Bikers' Vendor Rally Alley plus everything this Lake Erie Island has to offer, including 30 bars, live entertainment, kayaking, jet skiing and more. Website: rallyontherock.com
Contact: Maggie Beckford at 419-285-2213
6/21/10
Ride to Work Day
http://www.ridetowork.org/
6/27/10
Rotary Ride
Middlefield, OH
The "Ride" will benefit Geauga County Veterans. The "Ride" will depart from Harrington Square at 15551 W High St, Middlefield, OH at 10 am. It will be led as usual by Sheriff Dan McClelland and "Midge." They will lead you on a 60 mile trek through scenic Geauga County. There will be a drive by of the Geauga County Veteran's Memorial. The ride ends with a picnic lunch provided by sponsor Dave Harrington and the Burton-Middlefield Rotary. See http://www.bmrmotorcyclerun.com/ for more info.
6/27/10
Northeast Ohio Safety Forces Poker Run
Willoughby Hills, Ohio
Sponsored by Warthogs MC, Iron Pigs MC, Usual Suspects MC
The ride starts at Pat O’Brien Chevy, 2810 Bishop Rd in Willoughby Hills. Registration starts at 11:00 am and the last bike will leave at 12:30 pm. The run will end in Mentor, OH. For more information click this link to send e-mail: PokerRun
See http://www.lets-ride.com/event/ohio.htm or http://www.bikerplaza.com/motorcycle-events-oh.html for more Ohio events or check out what's going on in other states so you can plan a really good vacation.
Orlando or Bust
I'm in Orlando visiting a bikeless wonderful friend. The sunny weather has me wishing I hadn't flown but since my visit is short due to responsibilities at home it was the only choice.
Next time I get to come here it better be on a bike. Surprisingly I'm not seeing that many motorcycles. If this were Ohio the bikes would be out in force on a day like today.
Next time I get to come here it better be on a bike. Surprisingly I'm not seeing that many motorcycles. If this were Ohio the bikes would be out in force on a day like today.
Bike Parking
We have a problem at our house. Actually we have several but the one that's riding like a burr under our saddles right now is bike parking. Four of us live in our little house in Chardon. Three of us have motorcycles. My mama, who resides in a very nice in law suite through a magic door in my dining room, does not have a bike. She's 91 and says she's too old to ride. I hope I'm never too old to ride.
But back to our problem.
Three bikes plus three cars in additional to the normal accumulation of a 30 year marriage has us cramped for space in our two car attached garage. Don't suggest an additional storage building. The only thing smaller than our house is the lot it's built on so there is no room for an additional structure. We must make do with with we've got thus we've made The Plan.
The Plan includes inviting (an invitiation laced with guilt as almost all parental requests are) our adult children to help us dismantle said garage. We shall eliminate, donate, and deliberate until there is room for everything worth keeping with a high priority on motorcycles, motorcycle gear and accessories. The Plan shall be executed in early June so we have opportunity to sell what it sure to be very high quality discards before the remains get the heave-ho at Chardon's community trash day on the 26th. (this date should be noted by all curb-shoppers because treasures abound on all residential streets until the garbage trucks start round-up really early that Saturday)
The Plan also includes the destruction of an interior "office." We call it an "office" because it was here before us and that's what we guessed it to be. For us it's been a "holding tank" for some of our best junk. The simple stud-wall structure and it's accompanying 1960's paneling will be removed. And - viola! In its place there will be three bike parking spaces, shelves and pegs for all equipment thus opening up the second bay for one of the two cars that have been in exile.
It will be wonderful.
The result that is. The day of The Plan will be work but we've promised the kids a good working atmosphere, food and fun for all involved (LOL). I will try to give you a pictorial review of the project but only if we are successful and our faces are decently pleasant.
All this planning for creating some parking spaces got me to thinking about how motorcycles get to line up at special events and gathering spots. Special event parking is always a colossal operation. Orange cones, tape off corridors and corrals, whistle blowers and steady streams of taillights typify the effort. But for bikers - well as with most things - it's different. And I get a kick out of it.
Bikes get to fit in places that cars can't. Kinda like priority parking but usually unofficially designated by the first bikes to arrive. Gathering places take shape off the cuff along main street curbs. Just cruise through Willoughby on a beautiful weekend evening or visit Chagrin Falls on a Saturday afternoon. There they are - all lined up with their backends to the shops and front wheels angled in display. The bikers are usually lined up too - with a cup of coffee in hand, talking bike talk.
At the Maple Festival motorcycles find themselves on Court Street. Backwheels against the curb, they line up at the edge of the lights and wait for their riders while watching festival folks walk up and down Main Street with fair food in their faces.
At Vintage Ohio Wine Festival at Lake Metropark's Farmpark the fence closest to the red barn style main building is the hitching post for the motorized steeds of visiting wine tasters. However - the grass islands dotting the end of each row of cars in the main parking lot and the corners of the roped off parking fields may hold small bunches of bikes. Bikers must like wine.
When the Great Geauga County Fair rolls around motorcycles line up right near the ticket booths at Gate 1 in a small grass island seemingly made for bikes. After pulling our bike into the orderly group we linger before moving on into the fair. These rides are much better than the rides inside the gate for us and it makes for good talk. "Who do you think rides this one?" "Did you see these awesome pipes?" Contrary to popular belief - not all bikers like fringe and studs and the variety of personalization at the fair represents bikers well.
Though riding is ALWAYS better than parking, bike parking has a sense of order and commeraderie. Plus those bikes just look good all lined up. I'm looking forward to seeing ours looking good against the newly painted wall in our soon-to-be cleaned garage.
But back to our problem.
Three bikes plus three cars in additional to the normal accumulation of a 30 year marriage has us cramped for space in our two car attached garage. Don't suggest an additional storage building. The only thing smaller than our house is the lot it's built on so there is no room for an additional structure. We must make do with with we've got thus we've made The Plan.
The Plan includes inviting (an invitiation laced with guilt as almost all parental requests are) our adult children to help us dismantle said garage. We shall eliminate, donate, and deliberate until there is room for everything worth keeping with a high priority on motorcycles, motorcycle gear and accessories. The Plan shall be executed in early June so we have opportunity to sell what it sure to be very high quality discards before the remains get the heave-ho at Chardon's community trash day on the 26th. (this date should be noted by all curb-shoppers because treasures abound on all residential streets until the garbage trucks start round-up really early that Saturday)
The Plan also includes the destruction of an interior "office." We call it an "office" because it was here before us and that's what we guessed it to be. For us it's been a "holding tank" for some of our best junk. The simple stud-wall structure and it's accompanying 1960's paneling will be removed. And - viola! In its place there will be three bike parking spaces, shelves and pegs for all equipment thus opening up the second bay for one of the two cars that have been in exile.
It will be wonderful.
The result that is. The day of The Plan will be work but we've promised the kids a good working atmosphere, food and fun for all involved (LOL). I will try to give you a pictorial review of the project but only if we are successful and our faces are decently pleasant.
All this planning for creating some parking spaces got me to thinking about how motorcycles get to line up at special events and gathering spots. Special event parking is always a colossal operation. Orange cones, tape off corridors and corrals, whistle blowers and steady streams of taillights typify the effort. But for bikers - well as with most things - it's different. And I get a kick out of it.
Bikes get to fit in places that cars can't. Kinda like priority parking but usually unofficially designated by the first bikes to arrive. Gathering places take shape off the cuff along main street curbs. Just cruise through Willoughby on a beautiful weekend evening or visit Chagrin Falls on a Saturday afternoon. There they are - all lined up with their backends to the shops and front wheels angled in display. The bikers are usually lined up too - with a cup of coffee in hand, talking bike talk.
At the Maple Festival motorcycles find themselves on Court Street. Backwheels against the curb, they line up at the edge of the lights and wait for their riders while watching festival folks walk up and down Main Street with fair food in their faces.
At Vintage Ohio Wine Festival at Lake Metropark's Farmpark the fence closest to the red barn style main building is the hitching post for the motorized steeds of visiting wine tasters. However - the grass islands dotting the end of each row of cars in the main parking lot and the corners of the roped off parking fields may hold small bunches of bikes. Bikers must like wine.
When the Great Geauga County Fair rolls around motorcycles line up right near the ticket booths at Gate 1 in a small grass island seemingly made for bikes. After pulling our bike into the orderly group we linger before moving on into the fair. These rides are much better than the rides inside the gate for us and it makes for good talk. "Who do you think rides this one?" "Did you see these awesome pipes?" Contrary to popular belief - not all bikers like fringe and studs and the variety of personalization at the fair represents bikers well.
Though riding is ALWAYS better than parking, bike parking has a sense of order and commeraderie. Plus those bikes just look good all lined up. I'm looking forward to seeing ours looking good against the newly painted wall in our soon-to-be cleaned garage.
Female Ride Day 2010
Well I'm in a pickle. It's Female Ride Day today and I'm not on my bike. This predicament exists because - we're heading to Columbus for an overnight to visit the youngest and the weather is not going to let us take the bikes. Today is ok - tomorrow is not so okay and I'm not feeling up to the challenge of rain gear for over 150 miles.
I'm not feeling up to the challenge because I fell on my face the day before yesterday. Literally. On my face. It was spectacular. I look like I lost in the second round. Seems I need to simplify my life in that I should not walk quite so fast while holding several items and digging for my keys while looking all around instead of scanning my path ahead. Dumb uneven sidewalk.
So I'll cheer all the women who are hitting the road on their iron ponies while my husband and I whip down Rt. 71 in my Tib and visit THE Iron Pony Superstore. Almost a decent substitute...nah, not even close but I'll have to make do.
I'm not feeling up to the challenge because I fell on my face the day before yesterday. Literally. On my face. It was spectacular. I look like I lost in the second round. Seems I need to simplify my life in that I should not walk quite so fast while holding several items and digging for my keys while looking all around instead of scanning my path ahead. Dumb uneven sidewalk.
So I'll cheer all the women who are hitting the road on their iron ponies while my husband and I whip down Rt. 71 in my Tib and visit THE Iron Pony Superstore. Almost a decent substitute...nah, not even close but I'll have to make do.
Balanced Life on a Bike
We'll all heard the saying that "you'll never see a motorcycle parked outside a therapist's office." Whether that's true or not (maybe the therapist is a biker, right?) I know that being on a bike brings a balance to my life that wouldn't be so easy to achieve without the wind in my face.
I was out today before these stupid storm clouds gathered. Just a short trip around the middle of Geauga County. It was nice. I'm getting use to my cruiser and it's getting use to me. So as I went along I was thinking "all is well in my world." My mind was letting go of the stress as my hands took hold of those handlebars. Road thoughts are not like my everyday thoughts where my to-do list, local community concerns, family situations take center stage and create due stress in my core. Road thoughts are free and unencumbered.
Freedom. Bikers have stood for freedom since the beginning of motorcycling. Freedom for all. Well I can tell you - I beleive in freedom for all too. I also believe in the kind of very private freedom my bike provides me. I know I'm a better person for it. Too bad more people can't enjoy having such wings. The world would be a happier place.
Going down to Burton now for Geauga Power Sports grand opening. I'll report soon about how Matt has brought a new resource to the area for all of us who use our freedom to ride off road and on road on our sport vehicles. And I might just learn to change a tire while I'm there!
May - the month of Motorcycles
I've mentioned that May is the official month of motorcycle awareness but did you know that May is also Women Riders month. I don't know why May is so lucky. In honor of all this I am investigating the American Motorcyclist Association's Motorcycle Hall of Fame Museum in Pickerington, OH. It just so happens our youngest lives in Columbus and we're are planning to visit him in a couple weeks during this phenomenal month of motorcycle heralding and I think this may make a good addition to the trip.
You'll see on their site that they are changing up the place by prioritizing the Hall of Fame and rotating some exhibits. I also see down through the list of those honored a number of women. Not that they're a sizable percentage but they are in there. I'd like to know more about the women who have gone before me in the adventure.
In the meantime - watch the next few posts for some video footage of me learning to pick up my bike all by myself. I'm told it's easy. I hope so. I'll also be posting some of the area's rides set for the merry month of May.
Now I'm off to a meeting and it's cold - so I'm taking my little white Tib instead of my Aero. Ah well. Warmer days are coming.
You'll see on their site that they are changing up the place by prioritizing the Hall of Fame and rotating some exhibits. I also see down through the list of those honored a number of women. Not that they're a sizable percentage but they are in there. I'd like to know more about the women who have gone before me in the adventure.
In the meantime - watch the next few posts for some video footage of me learning to pick up my bike all by myself. I'm told it's easy. I hope so. I'll also be posting some of the area's rides set for the merry month of May.
Now I'm off to a meeting and it's cold - so I'm taking my little white Tib instead of my Aero. Ah well. Warmer days are coming.
Bikers as Community
It's all about community. Last Thursday the Maple Festival took over my hometown, coming back like a good ol' friend to spend the weekend. Today's the last day. This morning the runners run, the bathtubs race and the pancakes flip. In the afternoon the parade will weave through town as fire engines blast, bagpipes serenade and politicians wave, me included. I don't know if the camel will be in the parade again today but that was a sight yesterday - seeing a dromedary hoofing it down Main Street (pic below by Cindi Hido). Of course there's much more than what I listed filling Chardon Square but you get the idea. BTW - motorcycles park on Court Street at the top of the hill just off the Square. Access via Washington Street.
There's another community that's going into high gear. The motorcycle community is revving up for the 2010 riding season and in our area it starts off with the annual Louie Run, Sunday, May 2 at the Lake County Fairgrounds. This event and its organizing foundation have many worthwhile goals including honoring fallen riders and building awareness of motorcycles on the roadway to help prevent more fallen riders. See their website for the day's schedule and for a list of starting locations throughout Northeast Ohio.
Don't forget Geauga Powersports has its grand opening on May 1st. See Adventure Rider or their Facebook page for more info.
After the first weekend of May - the motorcycling world goes crazy with rides, events, etc. A lot of the events will benefit a good cause or a special need in the community. I've found some very capable calendars online - BikerPlaza, Let's Ride, and Motorcycle Monster that do a good job of listing local events. Also - when you visit your local bike shop, tattoo parlor or place where bikers might hang out - see if they have the latest print issue of Ridin' On. I talked with Darlene Bish, managing editor, a while back and was fascinated with her history of riding. The Ridin' On magazine includes classifieds, events and articles. And it's FREE.
If you have a favorite event or event resource - please let me know via email or post a comment. Otherwise -as riding season begins, may we ride safe, represent motorcycling well and help others whenever we can. See you on the road.
There's another community that's going into high gear. The motorcycle community is revving up for the 2010 riding season and in our area it starts off with the annual Louie Run, Sunday, May 2 at the Lake County Fairgrounds. This event and its organizing foundation have many worthwhile goals including honoring fallen riders and building awareness of motorcycles on the roadway to help prevent more fallen riders. See their website for the day's schedule and for a list of starting locations throughout Northeast Ohio.
Don't forget Geauga Powersports has its grand opening on May 1st. See Adventure Rider or their Facebook page for more info.
After the first weekend of May - the motorcycling world goes crazy with rides, events, etc. A lot of the events will benefit a good cause or a special need in the community. I've found some very capable calendars online - BikerPlaza, Let's Ride, and Motorcycle Monster that do a good job of listing local events. Also - when you visit your local bike shop, tattoo parlor or place where bikers might hang out - see if they have the latest print issue of Ridin' On. I talked with Darlene Bish, managing editor, a while back and was fascinated with her history of riding. The Ridin' On magazine includes classifieds, events and articles. And it's FREE.
If you have a favorite event or event resource - please let me know via email or post a comment. Otherwise -as riding season begins, may we ride safe, represent motorcycling well and help others whenever we can. See you on the road.
New Bikes
Has anyone seen the new Honda Stateline or it's traveling buddy the Interstate? The 2010 models are providing a fresh look for the modern cruiser. Bob and I were out at Just for Fun Honda in Middlefield and had the chance to look one over. They're having a hard time keeping any on the showroom floor because the bikes keep rolling out the door to new owners.
If dreams came true - we'd get one.
You Know a Biker
Chances are you know a biker and you just don't realize it. The recent promo of this blog in the News Herald certainly stirred up some conversation. (I hope it stirred up some readers, too.) I expected a lot of comments about the size of picture they ran. But what I'm hearing most often is "I didn't know you were biker." This is good. As you may know from reading this blog - I'm all about letting people know that I ride. Why? Because when motorists realize motorcyclists are real people - people they may know personally - it results in greater awareness of bikers on the road. Awareness makes the road safer for everyone.
May is Motorcycle Awareness Month. The Motorcycle Safety Foundation works year round to protect the rights of bikers and to raise the public conscience towards bikers. The following is from their website:
"The MSF urges all car, bus, truck, and other motor vehicle drivers to follow the key safety messages listed below:
MSF’s 5 Key Messages for Drivers
1. Look for Motorcyclists – Use your eyes and mirrors to see what's around, and check the blind spots when you're changing lanes or turning at intersections. Look, and look again.
2. Focus on Driving – Hang up the phone, put down the MP3 player, settle the passengers, and drive. And NO texting.
3. Use Your Turn Signals – Signal your intentions for everyone's safety.
4. Give Two-Wheelers Some Room – Don't tailgate or pass too closely.
5. Take Your Time – Nothing is as important as the safety of your loved ones, yourself, and the others with whom you share the road.
For additional safety tips, video instruction, and other resources to help car, truck, and bus drivers learn how to safely interact with motorcyclists on the nation’s streets and highways, visit forcardrivers.com, a website launched by the MSF in 2008.
Since 1973, the Motorcycle Safety Foundation has set internationally recognized standards that promote the safety of motorcyclists with rider education courses, operator licensing tests, and public information programs. The MSF works with the federal government, state agencies, the military, and others to offer training for all skill levels so riders can enjoy a lifetime of safe, responsible motorcycling.
The MSF is a not-for-profit organization sponsored by BMW, BRP, Ducati, Harley-Davidson, Honda, Kawasaki, KTM, Piaggio, Suzuki, Triumph, Victory and Yamaha. For RiderCourseSM locations, call 800.446.9227 or visit www.msf-usa.org."
May is Motorcycle Awareness Month. The Motorcycle Safety Foundation works year round to protect the rights of bikers and to raise the public conscience towards bikers. The following is from their website:
"The MSF urges all car, bus, truck, and other motor vehicle drivers to follow the key safety messages listed below:
MSF’s 5 Key Messages for Drivers
1. Look for Motorcyclists – Use your eyes and mirrors to see what's around, and check the blind spots when you're changing lanes or turning at intersections. Look, and look again.
2. Focus on Driving – Hang up the phone, put down the MP3 player, settle the passengers, and drive. And NO texting.
3. Use Your Turn Signals – Signal your intentions for everyone's safety.
4. Give Two-Wheelers Some Room – Don't tailgate or pass too closely.
5. Take Your Time – Nothing is as important as the safety of your loved ones, yourself, and the others with whom you share the road.
For additional safety tips, video instruction, and other resources to help car, truck, and bus drivers learn how to safely interact with motorcyclists on the nation’s streets and highways, visit forcardrivers.com, a website launched by the MSF in 2008.
Since 1973, the Motorcycle Safety Foundation has set internationally recognized standards that promote the safety of motorcyclists with rider education courses, operator licensing tests, and public information programs. The MSF works with the federal government, state agencies, the military, and others to offer training for all skill levels so riders can enjoy a lifetime of safe, responsible motorcycling.
The MSF is a not-for-profit organization sponsored by BMW, BRP, Ducati, Harley-Davidson, Honda, Kawasaki, KTM, Piaggio, Suzuki, Triumph, Victory and Yamaha. For RiderCourseSM locations, call 800.446.9227 or visit www.msf-usa.org."
Maiden Ride
Gotta tell ya - this spring has been phenom for biking. Even my son, Drew, who pushes pedals to make his gig go will tell you that the sunny days and decent temps have not only pushed all the plants and trees to bud but it's pushing us to the road. Love it!
I'll now bore you with my first two rides. Nothing too exciting. I'm making loops out in Geauga County. But circles don't bother me - I get to practice my turns.
My first solo ride was on the day I got the bike, Saturday, April 10th. My dear husband-man cleared off the bags, sissy bar and windshield and detailed it down to the spokes. It may be a 2000 but he made it shine! We left our drive going uphill. I guess the downhill way to a stop sign can throw you off balance so uphill I went. Three stalls later I took off from the light and headed south on Rt. 44. Shifting is so not a problem. Neither is acceleration.
As the the road opened up so did the throttles. Now my bike can make some noise - excellent pipes matched with that single crankpin raised a rousing chorus regarding the virtues of biking. Mind you - it was all wind in my face but then - I'm used to a back seat behind Bob and a windshield. It certainly didn't deter. It thrilled.
We looped down Rt. 44 then east on Rt. 87 and after rounding Burton Square we headed northeast via the back roads. To finish the trip I went through Chardon Square. Now that's a lot of clutch at the end of a first ride but it was wonderful to ride through my hometown on my maiden voyage going solo.
Speaking of maiden voyage - Matt out at Geauga Power Sports in Burton, OH is now open. This new shop supports a wide variety of machinery and riders. Their grand opening is May 1st - 11AM to 8PM. Matt's planning some great events so be sure to check it out.
Solo on a Shadow
I'm riding all by myself on a big bike now. It's a different world. No longer can I just gaze about the landscape daydreaming. I'm now responsible for about 700 lbs of motorcycle going 55 mph out on the highways of my neck of the woods. Sometimes I worry about my own neck. Sometimes I just relish the feel of the wind in my face.
My bike is a 2000 Honda Shadow Aero VT1100C. Yellow and black like a bee - or like the Steelers. Stinging - either way. It has nice Vance & Hines pipes, a great Mustang seat, and it is more than able to carry me down the road quite nicely.
My trips out have been limited by the amount of free time I have combined with weather and whether or not I have a riding companion. Call me chicken if you want but after just two trips totaling about 70 miles I still want another rider with me. Plus I still need to practice picking up this horse should I drop it. Don't want to have to rely on strangers to get the thing upright again.
So for now - I'm still counting gears and my hands are still a bit sweaty but the freedom is intoxicating. I'm a biker - all on my own.
My Ride is Here
Sometimes I write the longest sentences.
Here's a short one:
I got my bike.
Next post:
My first solo ride
Be Kind to Bikers
The U.K.'s "Think Biker" campaign has me really thinking. That's what we need in this homeland. A new public awareness campaign this side of the sea that really defends bikers and teaches all motorists to give us some room and some respect. That whole campaign was based on the fact that if you know a biker you are more aware of and careful around bikers. I like that.
Whatever the message we need it to go out fast because there are some people out there who REALLY need to hear it.
Late last summer Bob and I were rolling west on Rt. 322 when a minivan pulled out of a side street into our lane to head west ahead of us. Too bad we were so close that we almost slammed into their rear window. Bob handled the situation well and, as is custom, gave the bike horn a work out. (why aren't bike horns louder - they can save a life, y'know!?)
This situation is not unusual. All bikers have had too many cagers take a turn into or across their path. What made this situation different was the attitude of the adult female driver. And I use the term "adult" to indicate age not maturity. She decided to cheer us up by waving out her window in a happy manner. Then her young teen daughter did the same out the passenger window. Then they waved again - and again - and again and then they dangled their socked feet were out the window and honked their own horn.
For ten minutes they showed us how happy they were that we had nearly wrecked.
Nice.
Nice to teach the next generation to be so self - centered. How nice to come close to causing an accident and then take the time to belittle, taunt and generally make yourself look like an idiot AND teach the next generation to do the same.
Really nice.
Now what would truly be nice is if we could all share the road with some respect. If you're a biker - let everyone know. If you're not, put yourselves in our boots and imagine. See the bike, save a life.
For more on the Think! campaign you can see the Facebook page or visit their website.
Whatever the message we need it to go out fast because there are some people out there who REALLY need to hear it.
Late last summer Bob and I were rolling west on Rt. 322 when a minivan pulled out of a side street into our lane to head west ahead of us. Too bad we were so close that we almost slammed into their rear window. Bob handled the situation well and, as is custom, gave the bike horn a work out. (why aren't bike horns louder - they can save a life, y'know!?)
This situation is not unusual. All bikers have had too many cagers take a turn into or across their path. What made this situation different was the attitude of the adult female driver. And I use the term "adult" to indicate age not maturity. She decided to cheer us up by waving out her window in a happy manner. Then her young teen daughter did the same out the passenger window. Then they waved again - and again - and again and then they dangled their socked feet were out the window and honked their own horn.
For ten minutes they showed us how happy they were that we had nearly wrecked.
Nice.
Nice to teach the next generation to be so self - centered. How nice to come close to causing an accident and then take the time to belittle, taunt and generally make yourself look like an idiot AND teach the next generation to do the same.
Really nice.
Now what would truly be nice is if we could all share the road with some respect. If you're a biker - let everyone know. If you're not, put yourselves in our boots and imagine. See the bike, save a life.
For more on the Think! campaign you can see the Facebook page or visit their website.
Which Came First - the Biker or the Bike?
A friend mentioned recently that she might "take up the motorcycle." It sounded poetic to me - "take up the motorcycle" - like learning French cooking or endeavoring to start mountain climbing. It got me thinking - how did I come to be a biker?
Clearly there were signs even in my early years. When I was two and a plastic barrette held my honey blonde hair out of my eyes I would ride my metal-spring rocking horse as if to fly through the huge picture window filling one wall of my family's 20' x 20' living room. Those metal springs are outlawed now and my natural hair color hasn't been seen for years but I still want to fly. And I loved that horse.
At four I spun myself silly on the top of the long coffee table in front of the natty couch where my Silly Putty had ruined a cushion corner that would forever face down. Certain clothing additions were banned - no buttons, no rivets, no shoes were allowed as I laid on my belly on the smooth polished wood and whipped myself around and around. In my preschooler mind I was going so fast surely I was only a blur to those around me. At least the room was blurry to me. And the dizzy feeling was worth going "so fast." I wonder if my mom worried about me.
Roaring engines came into my life by the time I was nine when I would sit on the back fender of my folks' riding lawn mower while my neighborhood friend, Zane, who was three years my senior drove in top gear cutting our one acre front yard down to size. I honed my driving skills at 12 as I put my dad's old trusty Ford tractor (1950 8N, I think) through its paces out in the field mowing with the brush hog banging behind me. And yes - the corners could have been neater in both cases - but speed was more important.
I believe my fetishes all solidified into motorcycle lust when my dear dad gave me a second hand mini bike for my 11th birthday. It was a strong little mule of a trail bike with a Briggs & Stratton engine and was cream with black and blue. So was I - a pale, freckled thing that never tanned but I could take air on that shift-free two-wheeler and did so a couple times without the bike accompanying me. Therefore - add black & blue to me, too. And thank goodness I had a helmet. It sported tufts of grass and mud more than once in a while. BUT IT WAS LOVE. For two summers Zane and I rode the tar out of that poor little thing - especially through the hills and dales of another neighbor's homemade golf course. I'm sure our small ruts didn't hurt anyone's game.
Now - too many years later the stars have aligned. I was born with a biker spirit. Then motorcycling found me. Tomorrow I get my bike.
And I'm so very glad.
Clearly there were signs even in my early years. When I was two and a plastic barrette held my honey blonde hair out of my eyes I would ride my metal-spring rocking horse as if to fly through the huge picture window filling one wall of my family's 20' x 20' living room. Those metal springs are outlawed now and my natural hair color hasn't been seen for years but I still want to fly. And I loved that horse.
At four I spun myself silly on the top of the long coffee table in front of the natty couch where my Silly Putty had ruined a cushion corner that would forever face down. Certain clothing additions were banned - no buttons, no rivets, no shoes were allowed as I laid on my belly on the smooth polished wood and whipped myself around and around. In my preschooler mind I was going so fast surely I was only a blur to those around me. At least the room was blurry to me. And the dizzy feeling was worth going "so fast." I wonder if my mom worried about me.
Roaring engines came into my life by the time I was nine when I would sit on the back fender of my folks' riding lawn mower while my neighborhood friend, Zane, who was three years my senior drove in top gear cutting our one acre front yard down to size. I honed my driving skills at 12 as I put my dad's old trusty Ford tractor (1950 8N, I think) through its paces out in the field mowing with the brush hog banging behind me. And yes - the corners could have been neater in both cases - but speed was more important.
I believe my fetishes all solidified into motorcycle lust when my dear dad gave me a second hand mini bike for my 11th birthday. It was a strong little mule of a trail bike with a Briggs & Stratton engine and was cream with black and blue. So was I - a pale, freckled thing that never tanned but I could take air on that shift-free two-wheeler and did so a couple times without the bike accompanying me. Therefore - add black & blue to me, too. And thank goodness I had a helmet. It sported tufts of grass and mud more than once in a while. BUT IT WAS LOVE. For two summers Zane and I rode the tar out of that poor little thing - especially through the hills and dales of another neighbor's homemade golf course. I'm sure our small ruts didn't hurt anyone's game.
Now - too many years later the stars have aligned. I was born with a biker spirit. Then motorcycling found me. Tomorrow I get my bike.
And I'm so very glad.
Handlebars for Me
This weather is unbelievable. I love going down the road and thinking how the forecasts had made it sound like it wasn't gonna be a good day for riding. Hah! It looks like it might be a longer cycle season than usual here in Northeast Ohio.
And I'm gonna enjoy it from the behind the handlebars of my own bike!
I met a yellow and black 2002 Honda Shadow Aero 1100VTC last fall. Wasn't sure if that was the way to go - I had only had my license for a couple months and I was worried I may not be able to handle that big of a bike. But with some time on my husband's Honda VTX 1300 R - I'm proving myself capable. I'm still a bit conservative but I've got plenty of time to hone my skills and it will be so much easier on my own bike. I think the thought of dropping my husband's ride was suffocating my confidence. After a few spins this spring on the VTX I'm thinking I'm gonna be conquering asphalt like no other in just a few days. The seller just sent word yesterday that the Aero is coming out of hibernation TOMORROW! So unless there are new critical issues that I don't know about - I will be purchasing my own ride this week. I'll post pics as soon as I can.
In the meantime I want to let you know that the folks at Western Reserve Harley Davidson in Mentor hosted a good Garage Party on March 25th. About 50 women attended and enjoyed the info, refreshments and camaraderie. I would have liked to meet some of the other gals and find out their experience and hear their advice on bikes & gear, etc. but we were herded from one talking head session to the next. And why does there always have to be that one person who thinks they're God's gift to the group and talks WAY too much at every chance. Ah well - no fault of those who organized it. Looking forward to getting to know those who work the Honda showroom right next door in the same building. Western Reserve has it covered pretty good there on Tyler Blvd.
And I'm gonna enjoy it from the behind the handlebars of my own bike!
I met a yellow and black 2002 Honda Shadow Aero 1100VTC last fall. Wasn't sure if that was the way to go - I had only had my license for a couple months and I was worried I may not be able to handle that big of a bike. But with some time on my husband's Honda VTX 1300 R - I'm proving myself capable. I'm still a bit conservative but I've got plenty of time to hone my skills and it will be so much easier on my own bike. I think the thought of dropping my husband's ride was suffocating my confidence. After a few spins this spring on the VTX I'm thinking I'm gonna be conquering asphalt like no other in just a few days. The seller just sent word yesterday that the Aero is coming out of hibernation TOMORROW! So unless there are new critical issues that I don't know about - I will be purchasing my own ride this week. I'll post pics as soon as I can.
In the meantime I want to let you know that the folks at Western Reserve Harley Davidson in Mentor hosted a good Garage Party on March 25th. About 50 women attended and enjoyed the info, refreshments and camaraderie. I would have liked to meet some of the other gals and find out their experience and hear their advice on bikes & gear, etc. but we were herded from one talking head session to the next. And why does there always have to be that one person who thinks they're God's gift to the group and talks WAY too much at every chance. Ah well - no fault of those who organized it. Looking forward to getting to know those who work the Honda showroom right next door in the same building. Western Reserve has it covered pretty good there on Tyler Blvd.
Biker Fever
This morning my daughter reported, with a margin of sarcasm, a Facebook comment made by some friend of a friend of a friend. Seems a young lady who "loves riding motorcycles, thinks motorcycles are great" can't understand why there are crazy bikers on the road this morning when her dashboard tells here it's 25 degrees outside.
I said - she doesn't ride - she doesn't know. It's not crazy - it's riding fever.
All who ride know it's not crazy to wear an extra layer at 8 a.m. and endure some numbness. It's the fever that has us and it won't let us leave the bikes behind closed doors. The morning sacrifice pays HUGE dividends at 5 p.m. when the mercury has risen. Today's forecast - 65 degrees!!! And sunshine. Biker bliss.
So my husband headed out on the bike this morning and was probably the one this poor non-biker girl spied. Yeah - the eyes may water in the a.m. but the grin on the ride home is worth ever tear shed.
Before these early-in-the-year riding days distract me too much - I want to mention the Blizzard Run set for April 11th. The Northeast Ohio Chapter of the VTwin Cruisers MC organizes and hosts. Free with coffee & donuts - pull out from Western Reserve Harley Davidson in Mentor at 11:00 a.m. and ending at the Winking Lizard an hour later. ALL BIKERS WELCOME.
I said - she doesn't ride - she doesn't know. It's not crazy - it's riding fever.
All who ride know it's not crazy to wear an extra layer at 8 a.m. and endure some numbness. It's the fever that has us and it won't let us leave the bikes behind closed doors. The morning sacrifice pays HUGE dividends at 5 p.m. when the mercury has risen. Today's forecast - 65 degrees!!! And sunshine. Biker bliss.
So my husband headed out on the bike this morning and was probably the one this poor non-biker girl spied. Yeah - the eyes may water in the a.m. but the grin on the ride home is worth ever tear shed.
Before these early-in-the-year riding days distract me too much - I want to mention the Blizzard Run set for April 11th. The Northeast Ohio Chapter of the VTwin Cruisers MC organizes and hosts. Free with coffee & donuts - pull out from Western Reserve Harley Davidson in Mentor at 11:00 a.m. and ending at the Winking Lizard an hour later. ALL BIKERS WELCOME.
Where Does Your Bike Head?
Now it seems like a dream. Were we really out on the road two weeks ago? Was it really that warm and dry and pleasant? Even though the weather has temporarily corralled the bike back into the garage those few riding days in mid-March were just delicious. Not only was the open road refreshing to the mind and body but the destinations were delightful, too.
I don't know where your bike heads when you go out for an impromptu ride but ours always seems to sniff out a diner, a pub, or an ice cream stand. I'm sure others find this happens too. Unless, of course, you're reaching for 600 miles a day so you can get to your planned destination. Those trips are a different kind of beast and certainly offer their own wondrous benefits such as vistas unknown, mileage milestones, and perhaps the company of hundreds or thousands or even scads of other bikers if your journey ends at a rally like Daytona or Laconia. But here we're talking about the evening ride after work or the daytime jaunt on a sunny afternoon. Planning is totally optional and at times is downright not welcome.
On the Friday after St. Patrick's Day the sun was fine and the temps were accommodating. We left our driveway bent on a north-south loop that would take us through Burton, Hiram and beyond. We always leave the plan a little open ended so we can adjust our course to suit our stomachs, bladders or whimsy wishes. Sure enough – though originally we thought we would push out towards Hartville and visit the Country Kitchen our rumbling stomachs shortened our trip and we headed over to Garrettsville. And what do you know – we found a pub we hadn't been to before - Sean's Pub & Eatery. Decent place – unpretentious, wood interior with Irish fare anchoring the menu and cheap suds. Can you beat that? I don't think so.
Our usual custom of heading home a different way than we came took us up Rt. 168 out of Parkman back to Burton. Now's that a beautiful ride across the countryside.
I wonder where the bike will take us next.
Women on Bikes
As in a previous post - I want people to know that women are getting on motorcycles more than ever. Check out this report on CBS...
Gotta Get Me a Bike
Since Bob and I have been on the bike so early this year - my lust for my own ride has started much sooner than I thought it would. So far Craigslist has coughed up more than a handful of potentials. They say fall is the time to buy a bike but that's only if you're looking at new. The dealerships like to clear the inventory before the snow flies.
In the spring used bikes are popping up like crocuses. The dealerships are getting the trade-ins as current owners want to change things up and go for bigger, faster, newer. Private sellers are looking for some cash – perhaps for the "next bike" or because they are leaving the road. Either source works for me and I think a purchase may be in the offing.
Thing is I don't want to put a lot of money into my first bike because it just may have to kiss the asphalt a couple times as I get my riding act together. And I don't want to be nervous about protecting the bike while I'm still honing my skills on the road. BUT – it has to be fast enough to keep up with my Harley Daughter, VTX Husband and Rune Bro-in-Law as they are my road warrior companions.
Color, handlebars, pipes, those are secondary and changeable. The motor is the thing that's gotta be right from the get go. Last fall I was looking at a 2002 Honda Shadow Aero 1100. It rumbled like a HD and it's the classic cruiser style that I love. Yellow and black like the Steelers - since I'm an NBA freak that doesn't bother me. But I just wasn't ready to commit. However that bike is still on my mind.
Just found out that it's still available. The search could be easier than I thought.
First Ride of 2010
My husband and I were on the bike last night for the first ride of 2010. Other bikers had certainly gone out before us but with our work schedules and many evening meetings we had missed the good riding days that had snuck in so early this year. Finally on St. Patrick's Day we donned our chaps, jackets, boots and helmets and fired up the bike which was raring to go due to a trickle charge feeding it all through those wintery days of garage hibernation.
As we rolled up Moffet Avenue the sun was low but willing to oblige us and then - we were riding.
Riding. Glorious indescribable irreplaceable glee – RIDING – at last!
Heading down South Street/Rt. 44 we figured we had about a half hour before daylight ebbed. That's just a morsel of biking. Not really a ride - just a spin of the wheels. But boy did it feel good. I wanted to throw my arms up like a kid on a roller coaster but instead squeezed the love of my life to let him know I appreciated the moment and him. Bob waited a bit to really open it up – and good thing he did as our devoted local police were tucked up a drive just a ways down the road. Once we were past Best Preserve and into a faster speed zone, the new pipes got to announce our acceleration and we flew away from our daily duties. It was so sweet to empty my mind and let the wind and world rush past.
Blessed relief. We're back on the bike.
Now if only my fat face fit inside my helmet a bit better. Gotta work on that. But later – for now we just ride.
As we rolled up Moffet Avenue the sun was low but willing to oblige us and then - we were riding.
Riding. Glorious indescribable irreplaceable glee – RIDING – at last!
Heading down South Street/Rt. 44 we figured we had about a half hour before daylight ebbed. That's just a morsel of biking. Not really a ride - just a spin of the wheels. But boy did it feel good. I wanted to throw my arms up like a kid on a roller coaster but instead squeezed the love of my life to let him know I appreciated the moment and him. Bob waited a bit to really open it up – and good thing he did as our devoted local police were tucked up a drive just a ways down the road. Once we were past Best Preserve and into a faster speed zone, the new pipes got to announce our acceleration and we flew away from our daily duties. It was so sweet to empty my mind and let the wind and world rush past.
Blessed relief. We're back on the bike.
Now if only my fat face fit inside my helmet a bit better. Gotta work on that. But later – for now we just ride.
A Tad Irish
I figure I'm about 12% Irish. One of my great grandmothers was from that homeland and on another branch of my multicultural family tree a great great grandpa left those green hills to come to America in the early 1800's with his Irish wife and children – one being my great grandpa. Is my 12% scientific? No – but it does allow me some level of Irish dignity when St. Patty's Day comes around and the rest of my ancestral tribes must move to the back seat. As soon as those bagpipes start to play, the tears come to my eyes as my sliver of Irish soul wells up with pride.
Now what does that have to do with biking? Well the way I see it – all motorcyclists share a common culture just like all the Irish sons and daughters, Bohemian generations or Italians or Vietnamese or whatever. Though we can't trace our family trees with intertwining branches we can hail each other on the open road and recognize our alliance. We can join others on a poker run or memorial ride and we are kin. What is it about motorcycling that creates such family feelings and bond of brotherhood?
For one thing – bikers are a minority. Sticking together creates that strength in numbers feeling. Heaven knows we need it what with those in bigger vehicles and overzealous legislators against us. We need each other. And maybe the ease of identification – two wheels is the obvious mutual trait handed down for generations – seals the bonds quickly. What is clear is bikers defend each other, remember their fallen, curse the cagers in unison and promote the adoption of any who take on the life of biking. I'm glad to be part of that family.
And - Beannachtam na Feile Padraig!
Bikers are back in NEO!
As the snow recedes the bikes appear.
We're back. It's bonus riding time in March!! On a quick round trip between Chardon and Mentor yesterday I saw nine bikes! On March 11th in Northeast Ohio!! Most were riding double. Most had on helmets, too. It sure is good to hear pipes rumbling so early in the year.
Studies show that if a person knows a biker they are more aware of motorcyclists on the road. They are also more courteous and provide safer distances for bikes. In that light I'm letting everyone I know that I ride. If all riders announced they spend time on two wheels to all their relatives, friends, co-workers and acquaintances (their neighbors already know J) wouldn't that mean just about everyone in the world would know a rider? I'm thinking that "7 people away from knowing everybody" theory works in our favor.
As we head out - whether yesterday or in a few weeks - let's be careful to watch for those certain car drivers on curves that want some of our lane, too. Beware of those who turn into or across our lane WAY too close And let's get the word out via social websites, email, water cooler conversations and blogs that the bikers are back and we are them. Watch out.
For a catchy way to share biker awareness with others go to this THINK BIKER video. It's from the THINK! Campaign produced by the U.K's Department of Transport. Love it! You can also find THINK BIKER on Facebook.
Let's spread the word – cause we're ridin' on a road near you.
The Making of a Motorcycle Mama
I saw them in Cleveland the fall of 2008 – a blonde, a brunette and a redhead flying west on Rt. 90. Single file and long hair streaming, the three women were comfortable not only in their own skin but on their own bikes. A freeze frame of feminine freedom locked into my memory bank.
Pride rose up through my middle. Women on their own bikes going where they wanted to go. Riding pillion is a true joy but I wanted to be like them – in control. So I signed up for the motorcycle safety course at Lakeland set for mid-July. My class would meet on two consecutive Sundays starting at 7:30 in the morning and hopefully end before the July sun consumed us.
The heat was physically overwhelming on that asphalt lot. I was sure I was going to melt right off the little Rebel 250 that was doing its best to support me. I did fall once but I did not drive off into the woods or weeds fringing the parking lot as did some classmates. My hands ached from nonstop death grips on the clutch and throttle. The bulky toes of my bike boots wouldn't fit under the tiny shift lever and I couldn't feel the brake pedal at all. I despaired. How could I possibly succeed at this class let alone ever zoom on my own down a curving country road. It would be easier to just quit. Maybe sign up for an early spring or fall class where at least the temperature wasn't an additional obstacle.
Our class was a few members lighter the second Sunday but I was there. No one died or even fainted. We finished with varying degrees of confidence and skill. I remember commanding myself to pass that last skills test, the combination of all tasks learned, and gritting my teeth while swiping at the sweat getting into my eyes. Lo and behold – I was the only one in my class to get a PERFECT score. HAH! Who da guessed? I was so shocked when the instructor announced it that my response is not printable here.
So – in the summer of 2009 I got my motorcycle license just days after turning 48. Too cool. I was ecstatic. Practicing on my husband's cruiser through the fall last year has made me more confident and now I'm hungry for my own bike.
In May of last year The Motorcycle Industry Council reported female ownership of motorcycles increased from 9.6 percent in 2003 up to 12.3 percent in 2008. If you want to talk big numbers, here's some - women accounted for 23 percent, or 5.7 million, of the 25 million Americans who rode a motorcycle in 2008. Not bad. But here's my question – since women make up more than half of the population why are we such a minority when it comes to riding?
I acknowledge that there are some very valid reasons which I may cover here in future posts. Right now I'd just like to get those who can to do some thinking.
Calling all women who don't ride – since March is Women's History Month why not make some new exhilarating personal history? While there are plenty of avenues to do just that please consider taking hold of the handlebars of a motorcycle. Don't know where to start? There are a myriad of resources to help us – websites, guidebooks, reports, etc. – covering good bike choices, safety, equipment and much more. But I'll tell you right now – you've got to want to –really want to. Passion for the task carries you through the tough spots and the burden of responsibility when riding.
Harley Davidson does it right by offering "Garage Parties" at local dealerships where women can meet to talk about gear, best bikes and other matters interesting to current or potential female riders. Our very own local Western Reserve Harley Davidson is hosting one on March 25, 2010. Visit Garage Party for more info and then call Patti at WRHD, 440-974-6900, to sign up. I plan to be there.
As for pride in my ride I think it may take me some time to find the right bike – or for the right bike to find me. But I'm enjoying the journey to that moment when my hands are on the handlebars and my not-so-long hair is flopping out from under my full face helmet. More on that as we go along – together through this blog.
Wrong Boots
The boots I'm wearing are all wrong. No hooks and laces. No heavy lug sole. And what's with this fleece lining? Snow boots. Phooey. I long for bike boots.
Cabin fever holds extra agonies for us motorcyclists. It's been at least three months too long since my husband Bob and I have been on two wheels. Two on two. That's how we ride.
Now it's the doldrums of late winter and bikers across the Snow Belt are aching for the turn of seasons. While snow blowers still roar, we dream of rumbling pipes wistful for the road. Winds may still be whipping up drifts but we long for the rush of heading down our favorite byway.
In Northeast Ohio the riding season lasts maybe six months and includes lots of rain days. Sometimes November gives us bonus time. Giddy stuff, I say – as if we've gotten away with stealing treasure from the goblin king.
Now we face the dullest of days before riding season truly begins again hopefully by mid-April. How do we pass the time? My husband and I are hoping the following actions will actually shoo out the snow and raise the ambient temperature so we can get on the road. Please offer your own suggestions, too – we may have a long wait ahead of us.
· Bob is going out to the garage and folding back the blanket to polish our steel steed. Some of his favorite products are the line from Mothers.
· I'm getting out the maps to plan some 2010 escapes and escapades. I might use Google Maps where I can save routes and share some favorites with my brother in law and daughter. There's a few other riders in my clan.
· Before we really head out we'll review safety practices – like how to handle those turns where the snow plows have left a swathe of dirt and gravel! It never hurts to refresh the skills. The Ohio Dept of Public Safety offers a lot of information for bikers at http://www.motorcycle.ohio.gov/. They have a link for the skills courses held at Lakeland Community College every spring through fall.
· We're thinking of contributing to the economic recovery by shopping the local stores and online catalogs for some new gear or bike products. Check out some of the latest and greatest motorcycle products of 2009 at webBikeWorld.com.
Y'know – I think I'm going to get those riding boots out and wear 'em. They'll look just fine with my winter coat and I'll feel like I'm that much closer to being back on the road. And they say the temps are looking up next week. Maybe we can even sneak in a quick spin around town for a taste of what's to come - days and days of cruising.
A Bloggin' Biker is Born
Biker. Bureaucrat. Board member. Buxom broad. I am complex and every year I get to know me better. Now you'll get to know me better because I've just become a blogger, too.
My blog is about biking – the kind of biking that includes a motor and pipes. Yes – motorcycling.
These posts won't come from the "pen" of any pretentious bloke. It's just me – Les Bednar. Am I a biker chick? Very doubtful – but I'll let you be the judge. All I can tell you is there's no better place than out on the road with a motorcycle underneath you.
I'll be covering lots of topics like road trips with good diners, special bike events, cager criticism, etc. Your input will also contribute to our conversation here - so I hope you post a comment but please – no slammin' any kind of bike or any identified person.
Posts may be time sensitive due to event dates or important news so visit often. Some posts shall surely become gloriously popular, shared, reread, blogged about in their own right. Well – maybe. For now – here's a snapshot of me – the new blogger:
- I am Leslie Lynn Bednar from Chardon, Ohio – currently on Chardon City Council, working for United Way Services of Geauga County and sitting on a few committees and boards.
- Born July 18 in a year long ago (and part of public record if you need to know), raised in Streetsboro, educated by life and an Associate of Science degree from Lakeland Community College (BTW – LCC is a great school – and the site of motorcycle classes!).
- I'm mostly brunette, blue-eyed, stubborn, opinionated, kind, irksome, overweight - yet my honey says I still look hot in chaps. Sweet delusion man.
- My family is made of four adult children, two of which love significant others, one grandson, a dog and a cat.
- I like to go fast, think fast, talk fast, and watch fast NBA players.
- I appreciate change, collaboration, new ideas and best practices.
- I esteem order, respect, honesty, duty and those who fulfill their duty.
- I believe in looking cashiers in the eye and meaning it when I say "how are you?"
- I'm devoted to truthfulness, fairness, contributing to society and caring about others.
- I cannot stand micromanagers, braggarts, egotists, ignorant a$$e$ or power mongers.
- I ride behind Bob Bednar – my husband, and we're celebrating 30 years of marriage this June.
- Our ride is a 2004 Honda VTX 1300 Retro. Black. It's your classic cruiser and the new pipes crack!
Bob has been a biker all his driving days. And me? Well - excluding my minibike adventures back in 1974 - I was set free about two years ago.
And I'm never going back.
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