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    Back on Two Wheels

    10/6/2007

    Man, nothing feels like packing up and getting ready for a road trip.

    This ones really different, though. Im stuffing gear Ive never worn into a helmet-bag and backpack. Im getting ready for next weekends flight to a Michigan town Ive never visited to pick up a bike Ive never seen in person, then ride it home on roads Ive never ridden.

    By the way- thanks to the member who went and checked the bike out for me- you know who you are. That was beyond the call of duty- Im not disappointed- everything is exactly as you and Grand Rapids BMW said it would be.

    My gear is not yet broken-in. The pearl-black Arai is exactly the same as the five-month-old scratched, dented lid it replaces, but the pads havent even started molding to my head and face yet. The only blemishes are road-scrapes on the tinted shield I brought over from the old one. Id transfer the pads, too, but Im wary of anything helmet-related that has been through a wreck. They might be more comfy, but theres probably some leftover Panic Karma in those things from the ǣoh-no-second when I realized I was going down.

    Im looking forward to a new start.

    The new Cortech jacket is stiff, bright and new-smelling when I pull it off the garage peg. I note the contrast with the old one behind it that I havent gotten around to tossing yet. The old one is faded and wrinkled, and smells of the dust and exhaust of six years and fifty thousand miles. It is also worn down to near-transparency on the right shoulder and chest, and there are holes in the right elbow where the asphalt ground it away. I pause and try them both on. The new one is solid and reassuring, but its not ǣmine yet. The old one is comfortable, and familiar, but its all used up. Shame, too- I had just treated the thing with Nik-Wax, and hadnt even ridden in the rain yet. I still dont toss it.

    I stuff my new leather pants into my backpack. They fit, but theyve never been really worn either. I didnt have any problem tossing the Levis they replaced into the trash- Im still putting fresh band-aids and Neosporin on my knee every morning.

    I stuff my pack and helmet bag with silkies, undies, summer gloves, winter gloves, rain pants, extra shield, turtleneck, camelback, cargo net, Helen straps, flashlight, batteries, wool socks, atlas, airport-friendly toiletries, notebook, camera, Gold Bond, phone charger, and my Anonymous book. No room for the new jackets liner. No big deal, if its cold Ill pop into Walmart for another layer.

    I think twice, and pull the atlas back out. I need to double check my route- Im planning on taking two days for an 800 mile ride, might as well find good backroads and get off the slab since Ill be taking it easy. Maybe Ill take three days.

    I look at the map. Ah-ha, the Falling Leaf rally is next weekend, too, and its only five hundred miles out of my way. My job may be moving to St. Louis soon, it would be a good idea to check out the area, right? I make a note to check the time-off calendar at work- maybe I should get used to the new wheels with a visit to my first real rally, meet the locals? HmmmǪ

    10/8

    Cant get the 15th off. No Falling Leaf. Realistically, I havent been on a long day-ride in a long time anyhow, and my ribs and muscles are still a little bit sore from the accident. Best to stick with heading straight home in two days, and leave myself Sunday in case things go poorly.

    I re-check the forecast for Grand Rapids and find out there actually IS room in my bag for the jacket liner.

    10/10/07

    Have been caught multiple times at work studying ǣOhio Motorcycle Roads, ǣWest Virginia Motorcycle Roads, and of course the MOA Forum. Re-check weather.com. Find room in bag for another layer. Decide to take three days.

    10/12

    Up at 4:00am. Out of the house by 4:30. In the air by 6:30, and Mike from BMW Grand Rapids picks me up at the airport at 10:15. Thirty minute drive to the shop, I take a quick test ride. ǣDont worry, Im not going far- you guys have my long underwear in the backpack by your desk. I come back, tell Mike I wont need a ride back to the airport, and sign the papers. By 12:15 Im on the road.



    The bike itself is not pristine, but its in good shape for a bike with 26,000 miles on it, certainly cleaner than my old bike- even before the last 100 feet. Tires, brakes, and finish are better than advertised, and by reputation I tend to trust these guys. Ive ridden 1150GSs before, but not in a while. I know I like them- Im buying this one to see how I like living with one long-term.

    Good thing I brought the bungee net- the Z-technik shield buffets my head, and the original shield take up the entire Givi caseǪ and I end up netting my helmet bag to the passenger seat. Saves me the trouble of deciding what to leave behind. No worries.

    Its 41 degrees when I leave the shop. The scenery around Grand Rapids is as advertised- flat, straight, and cold. The good news is that the speed limit is 70, and I quickly learn that traffic feels free to move at 80, 85, or 90mph. This thing doesnt have the zoom of my old K1200RS, but these speeds are no problem at all. I had wondered how it would feel to be on a bike again after the accident- would I have flashbacks, or find out I had turned chicken? As it happened, it was no problemǪ Im just going for a ride.

    I slab it all the way to Toledo, then pull onto Ohio Rte 2 along Lake Erie in hopes of seeing my first Great Lake. Went all the way to Sandusky, hardly saw the water at all, nuts to me. I wheeled into a Comfort Inn with an attached sports bar and was quoted $119.00 for the night. Twenty minutes later I checked into a Motel 6 for $49.99, with a Subway grinder in one saddlebag and a 6-pack of Samuel Adams in the other. Its more my style anyhow- even with unlimited funds Id probably choose the Motel 6. I make some quick phone calls to wife, parents, friends, and fellow Sox fans, then I settle in to watch the game and study the map for tomorrow.

    I got a room with a view.



    And yes, it's home sweet home.



    I could maybe blast home tomorrow if I get up early. 600-ish miles, but I havent done a big (or even medium-sized) day in a while. Plus Im on a new bike. Plus I have reserved the weekend, and can take backroads. It might be a while before Im up this way again. See ya Sunday, baby.

    10/13

    I wake up late. I shower and scoop everything into the bags, check out and thumb the starter. I buh-buh-buh my way down to Maws Restaurant on 250 just south of the OH Turnpike for a monster breakfast, then hit the road. Its 41 degrees again.

    Yesterday was odd. Today feels more normal. I make my way to Rte 6 along the lake, just taking my time. I follow my own rule about never speeding near the water (no scientific evidence for it, I admit) and see enough police cars to keep the rule on the books. Travel is slow, but its a nice area. All beach towns are different, but they all have a similar feel. These towns have the campy easygoing waterside feeling, but they are marked by tons of public parks and several beaches.



    Its a very nice area. By the time I hit Rocky River, Ive had enough of the 35 mph deal- its already 9:30 am and Ive hardly gone 75 miles. At a gas stop, I notice the oil is only halfway up the sight glass so I check the Anon book and the map, and head down Riverside Drive to the Airport then take a left to Sills, the Cleveland BMW shop, to pick up a roadie quart (I never burn a drop from there home, but I dont regret having it in the side case).

    On the way I ride along with a guy on a K75 when we reach the shop he introduces himself, saying ǣIm an ADVRider too. Im not, and it sort of confuses me. Then I remember the ADV sticker that was on the bags when I bought the bikeǪ aha. Im just glad he didnt give me the salute, I wouldnt have known what Id done wrong. Wonder whether I should take the sticker off or join ADVRider? He and I chat for a while, and another rider joins the conversation. It makes me wish Id run down to Falling Leaf.

    I stay too long at Sills, then hump it down I-77 to Canton. Im running behind, so I skip the NFL hall of fame and jump on Rte 800 South. Its described as 109 miles of hills and scenery that get more technical as you go along. Sounds like a perfect way to get used to the big GS. In Dover I pass a couple of bars and keep going even though there are bikes in the lot. I love beer as much as anybody, but I never touch it (even one) until Im done riding for the day. I end up being the only person in a little deli, having a sandwich and salad (what happened to the days when Cheeseburger was a food group?). Its still cold, and Im juggling layers and camelback while I eat- Im obviously a spectacle. They are relieved to see me go just as a ǣnormal family comes in.

    Route 800 is exactly as promised. After it splits from 250 in Dennison the sun comes out. I find more frequent elevation changes and the start of some sweepers. After I cross I-70 the switchbacks and really good roads start. The fall foliage is just getting serious, and Im starting to figure out the overdrive tranny. The twin has a much different power delivery than the old K, but Im getting used to it enough that Im starting to get in the groove again. Im focusing on being smooth rather than going fast, and its all finally coming together. By the last 20 miles before Fly, OH, Im in some really tight, technical stuff and Im really enjoying the ride. I take a right onto route 7 and stop at a rest area for pics and a quick nature-break.







    Route 7 follows the Ohio River from Fly down to I-77. Its a gentle relaxing ride with great views of the river, and the sunny day has hit a perfect temperature. Im still running late, so when I hit I-77 I take it down to Charleston, WV. Im glad I did; I-77 is one of the best stretches of interstate Ive ever ridden. I get behind some fast-moving traffic and cruise at 80-90 mph down 85 miles of long, perfect sweepers and throttle-on rushes up and down hills. The scenery, corners, and elevation changes are great- Id like to pass the hat and see if maybe we could rent it for an afternoon and run-it-as-you-like. No LEOs, no SUVs, just a bunch of grinning idiots on a nice long motorcycle ride. Im actually sorry when I hit Charleston.

    I cross the Kanawha and stop for a six-pack, then point my big google-eyed headlights to the Motel 6. The room has recently been converted to ǣnon-smoking and apparently all theyve done is stick up the sign and take the ashtrays out. Im not complaining, Ive paid more for worse bunks. The people in the next room stop me- ǣHey, is that your bike? We saw you pass us a while ago. We used to ride everywhere we wentǪ Later, another guy stops me in the parking lot- he and his son ride together, but hes amazed that I went all the way to Michigan to buy my bike. I dont let on that Im taking three days to ride home.

    Tonite its Dominos, and after a couple Sammies I start the internal debate over whether to Join ADVRider or take the sticker off.

    ǣWhich costs more, joining ADVRider or taking an ADV sticker off my bags?
    ǣWhich is more likely to mess up my bags- joining ADVRider or taking an ADV sticker off my bags?
    ǣWhich is more likely to irritate my wife- joining ADVRider or taking an ADV sticker off my bags?
    ǣWhich takes longer- joining ADVRider or taking an ADV sticker off my bags?
    ǣWhich involves more harsh solvents- joining ADVRider or taking an ADV sticker off my bags?

    Its a relief when I finally fall asleep.
    #92115 - '01 R1150GS

    Why don't they make a Nerf Martini Glass?

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    10/14/07

    I wake up and it’s kind of cold again. Forty-two degrees. Warm, compared to what I’m used to, I guess. I rumble to the gas station next door, fill the tank, and buy a 20-oz coffee that I pour into my Camelbak. I run into an ST1300 rider who covered more miles yesterday than I have in the last two. Good for him. I understand the joy in it- I’ve had some big days too- for me this weekend’s about taking it easy and relaxing all the way home.

    I head east on rte 60, and run into a McDonald’s deal I can’t pass up- two bacon-egg-cheese biscuits for two bucks. Automatic U-turn, and for $4 I’m stuffed and have a reheated and refilled Camelbak. Let me know if you ever find a better definition of “happy.”

    I keep heading East. At the town of Gauley Bridge, I keep moving because (as usual) I’m running late. I motor along, enjoying the crisp air and brisk morning. When I hit Route 19 and the signs to the New River bridge, I toss the schedule and head South to the visitor’s center.

    Ho…Lee… COW. Even before you see the New River Gorge, you get the impression of the sheer vastness and age of it. I park in the visitor’s center and walk down the 200-odd foot staircase to the viewing platform. The Bridge itself is over 850 feet above the river below, and is the highest in the Western hemisphere. The New River is often (and perhaps erroneously) called one of the oldest rivers in the world. I’ve rafted down the New, years ago, and was immensely impressed. Seeing it from up here (especially since I have this “thing” with heights) is even more impressive.







    I snap a few shots, then see the old bridge 600 feet below me at the bottom of the gorge.



    “Hmm,” I think. “I need to go Down There.”

    The ride down is actually kind of tough- the hairpins all have scuff marks from where cars and trucks before me have high-centered. I’m still not used to the new bike, and get a funny feeling as I launch it off one side of a corner to the other. Fortunately, the feeling doesn’t last long. As I ride, I am aware of the history of the place- the paved goat-trail I’m following has obviously been there since long before people actually PAVED the roads they used. It’s an ancient road, but it’s cut into a mountainside that was already ancient before man even learned to use tools. It’s humbling.

    When I finally hit the bottom of the gorge, the railroad crossing lights are flashing. It’s nice to shut the bike off and take a minute for photos and relaxation while waiting for the train to come by. I get some great shots of the bridge, looking up, and look forward to getting some shots of the train with the bridge in the background.




    I wait.



    I keep waiting.



    I finally walk down to the crossing (hey, I’m new here, eh?) and check out the situation. The folks there tell me they can’t wait to see the train- they’ve been waiting at the crossing for half an hour, with the arms down and lights flashing, and still haven’t seen a train.


    Um, hey- if it’s all the same to you… I’d like to go ahead and take my chances… ok? I go around.

    As far as I know, they’re still waiting there.

    I hit the parking lot on the far side, get a couple shots of the bridge from “way-down-there”, and on a whim I grab a few rocks from the riverbed. The rocks are smooth and ancient- they’ve been sitting there being worn and polished for centuries, and they feel good in my hands.



    I make my way back to the bike and have a great ride back up to rte 19. I buzz north, then east on 60, then east again on I-64. I’m making good time again, and heading back to the scene of the crime.

    I hit I-81 and turn North. I’ve been riding and driving I-81 for fifteen years, and it just seems to be more crowded and less fun as each year goes by. I hit the Raphine exit, and head East on route 56.

    It doesn’t take long to get to the mountains. Just as I start to get into the uphill twisties, I am puzzled by the number of people in cars giving me the “slow down” signals. I’m not even going very fast, what’s the deal? As I go on, I even get riders waving me slower, and I even get a guy on a Ducati warning me down.

    Then, of course, I come around a corner just a couple miles short of the Blue Ridge Parkway, and find multiple bikes and a couple ambulances sitting beside the road. I hope the guy is ok.

    Sooner than I expect, I reach the Parkway. I pull a u-turn and go back for a picture…



    I KNOW this sign wasn’t here five weeks ago…



    It turns out the scene of my accident was before Montebello, not after. Details, details, whatever. I stop for a few snaps of the gravel (I finally prove myself right, that it was invisible) that got me, and the gouges my K-bike left in the road while it was writing me a check for my GS.

    The gravel's still there, but even a photo is no proof- you have to wreck a motorcycle to be sure...



    And here's the proof...






    The final hundred miles home is just a normal ride- I’m back on familiar ground, and it’s a bright sunny perfect day for a ride. I idle down the driveway, and Jane greets me at the horse gate- she’s relieved to find that I was right and the big twin DOES look better in person than in the pictures. I just managed to turn a two-day 800 mile ride into a 3-day 1100 mile trip, and now I get to have a beer… what could be better?



    Cheers, and may all your rides be good ones.
    #92115 - '01 R1150GS

    Why don't they make a Nerf Martini Glass?

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    Wow! Nice report. yeah the view from the bottom of the New River looking up is pretty cool, i recon everyone who's gone that road to the bottom has shot that same pic, I know I did!

    Rt. 56? no kidding, I was just up that way yesterday (Sat. 10/20) I love 56, what a great road! Check out my last ride report Tripping the Blue Ridge. Next time I go up there I'll have to look for the marks of your passage,

    Getting back in saddle is allways great after a time away, no matter the reason for the "lay off", I know the felling, having had it happen to me twice in the past years. Luckily for me it wasn't due to an accident, but the felling is still the same.

    Welcome back and perhaps I'll see Ya on the road.

    RM

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    Nice Report..... Good luck with the bike...

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    Thanks for sharing your experience of getting a new bike and getting back on after an accident. I enjoyed reading about your journey home.

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    Fun Ride Report.
    So did you Join ADV or remove the sticker?
    I bought a set of Jessie bags and they were covered with stickers from far off exotic places the panniers had bin. Every time I thought of someone else seeing them I felt like a was telling a lie. Or was some kind of ADV poser, I removed them and now am trying to find the time to earn them all back.
    Thanks for sharing

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    Welcome back to the fun and thanks for taking us along.
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    Great writing. You really did carry us all along.

    What fun!! So many reasons to come back. . .

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    Quote Originally Posted by lancew View Post
    10/14/07
    I rumble to the gas station next door, fill the tank, and buy a 20-oz coffee that I pour into my Camelbak.
    Dude! Coffee in your camel back? I've never even heard of that although I have often wanted to have some coffee while riding. I usually just stop on the side of the road and make some.

    Sounds like a great adventure!

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    Nice new ride!

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