Monday, June 29, 2009

Half A Million Mile Monday

It is Million Mile Monday and I have logged in my small contribution of 112 miles. My addition at the time upped the total to 1,274,922 for the day.

I logged in at 5:31 MST and would have to say that I am surprised at the low total. I was also surprised that if I had ridden with a passenger that the mileage total would have counted double. Yes, a passenger would have been on Petunia for those miles, but the number of miles ridden wouldn't have doubled. At that rate wouldn't it be Half A Million Mile Monday? Next time I have a passenger I'll have to see if my odometer changes by two each mile.

I'm sorry, but that creative math on this endeavor just doesn't feel right to me.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Saturday Night, Williams Style

One of the great things about Williams is the close proximity of everything in town. Our motel was on the west end and the first bar was on the east end. To prevent drinking and riding, even with Big D making fast friends with the Police Chief, we just walked. Linda and I discussed stopping to eat or going to the Wild West Junction. In my infinite wisdom I chose to stop and eat. Well when we got there the drawing was over. Ann and BB had each won rides in a horse drawn carriage, Dave had won a Harley barbecue, and I had won a .........screeeeeeeeeeeech, nothing because you had to be present to win! They claim, and I can't prove it one way or the other, that my name was called, but because I wasn't there yet MY Harley barbecue went home with someone else. But come on guys....with Big D and Willie D sitting there who would have known they weren't me? Just asking Brothers. Hey, it was all good in Williams.

But come on none of you are here to read about poor little old me missing out on getting something extra to transport home, so lets get to why you are really here. Disclaimer, Dave isn't the only one who left a camera out in the rain. Dave is the one who remembered his camera before the rain slowed down, unlike me who remembered when it was almost finished raining.

Small town Arizona on a Saturday evening and what are bikers supposed to do? Why sample the flavor of the local watering hole of course. The seven of us did our part to become part of the solution and stimulate the economy of Williams. So, on with the show.

There was mayhem on the hoof. That cowgirl looked cool in the saddle, while that cowboy was hanging on for dear life.

There was dancing by the lovely ladies on the Rumble of Route 66.

There was coed dancing. Honestly the only time Dave didn't smile the whole time is when a camera was involved.

There was innocent picture taking for documentation purposes only and picture taking for when Big D was overcome with the beauty sitting next to him. I'm not sure what that brown thing is, there were no brown people with us.

A fun time was had by all. But in true old guy fashion I lasted until midnight and like Cinderella I had to call it a night at the stroke of 12 as I couldn't hang with the kids. I'm pretty sure I was the only person in the group who cried Uncle. Hugs and good-bys and I was off to slumber land with great memories of the 09 version of the Rumble on Route 66.

Any more incriminating photos will have to come from the other participants of the Rumble and I'm thinking there might be a few floating around. An assortment of other pictures follow.

While reading the blogs of fellow riders is interesting, meeting the people behind the words makes their stories even more enjoyable. It has been expressed already that friendships were made this weekend and I am honored to have met BB, Dave, and Willie D for the first time and had the opportunity to spend some quality party time with Ann and Big D. So, come on out to Arizona, Bloggers, and see some of the sights this state has to offer. I have an extra room and bed that isn't being used and would be happy to put you up for a while and ride some great roads with you.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

A Parade and the Rumble

Early to bed, early to rise. The plan was to give a wake up call to Ann and Big D at 8:00 AM. We got up and were ready to go by 7:30and there was a need for coffee. It was decided to go across the street for that coffee and breakfast and wait to make the call. Ann answered on the second ring, I crowed in my best cock-a-doodle-do while sitting in the restaurant, and she informed me that BB, Dave, and Willie hadn't gotten in until 2:00 AM. We went ahead and ate, drank a few cups of joe, and then walked back across Route 66 to get ready to roll. It was then that the late night gang rolled into the restaurant parking lot. We walked back over to meet them. After introductions, hugs, and handshakes in true biker fashion the question was, "Is the food any good?" We left to go sign in, because I'm not as smart as Big D and didn't sign in Friday afternoon even though I was right there, and they went in to eat.

After their breakfast here is the gang arriving at the staging area. As you might notice it is overcast and it was cool.

Everyone got signed in, Big D got his parts frozen, we talked some more, and it was time for the parade. Parade? Route 66 splits in town and runs on both sides of Motel Row. So we travel west to the end of town and then headed east, with a police escort, to folks lining both sides of the road to wave us off. A quick gas and water stop and we were off.

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This is the route of the Rumble on Route 66. As you might notice it is more off of Route 66 than on, but who's counting. The first stop was at the Double Eagle Trading Post. Joker, how appropriate is that? As we traveled into the higher elevations it got colder and colder. We finally reached about the 10,000 foot mark and it was time to stop at the Ski Lift Lodge, the second of four stops to get our cards punched. We had ridden through a few sprinkles, but when we were stopped for lunch the skies opened up and washed the bikes really good. It had stopped raining by the time we were ready to leave and Dave got out his Sham Wow and dried our seats. Thanks for that Dave!

We continued the rest of the 100+ mile ride, got all of our punches, and turned in our cards. Hanging out, watching the bike games, and having a free beer took up the next hour or so. The announcement was made that the drawing to pick the winners would be held at 7:30 at the Wild West Junction. So, it was off to rest a bit and post Bears, Buffalo, Biker Babes and Boys at the Rumble.

Next up; Saturday night in Williams.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Friday to Williams

Friday dawned overcast, but pleasant. It was get-away-day to the Rumble on Route 66. The plan was to leave town about 2:30, take a leisurely ride up, and meet up with the fellow bloggers. We got out of town and on the highway at 2:00. The ride up was enjoyable and because I was on the super slab it was nothing to write home about. About 45 miles north of Phoenix it was time to put on the leather jacket because it was getting cold. Cold in the middle of June in the middle of the day is unusual in Arizona.

Just before reaching the junction with I40 it began to sprinkle. Didn't I post that there wasn't going to be rain this weekend? Just as fast as it started it stopped. Ahhhh, that was a good sign. We reached Williams about 4:14, rode through town to our motel and checked in. Now the motels in Williams are, for the most part, older, circa 1940, but it was clean and comfortable. There was a TV, microwave, and dorm refrigerator in the room, all of which never got used.

I tried to call Ann and Big D, got a machine, and left a message. It was time to ride through town on Route 66 and check things out. Pulling out of our motel, I noticed their motel was right next door. About halfway through town Big D and Ann pulled up to the stop sign on my left. They were just getting there as they took a more scenic route than we did. We pulled to the curb and talked for a few minutes, I directed them to their motel, and we planned to meet down by the Rumble headquarters in a bit. Linda and I went and looked at the sorry excuse for vendors they had and headed over to the rally headquarters bar named The Wild West Junction. They had a band named Rimfire 44 that was playing and they were pretty good. Shortly Ann called and I told them where we were. In a few she called again and asked exactly where we were. All I had to tell her was to turn around. We had a couple of more drinks and dinner there before taking the bikes to the motel for the night.

The bikes went in for the night. The four of us went for a walk to the closest bar. It was the Sultan and was very busy as you would expect on a Friday night. The picture is me helping Ann as she tries to sit on the moose to get a picture. This was after the photos of the girls on a cow and a bear on the way there. The bouncer at the door then offered his stool to make the climb easier. I think it was about then that BB called to report they were still 300 miles away. So, they would be awhile getting there, but it didn't slow us down.

Then it was time to move on to the next establishment. Along the way this poor old guy, minding his own business, became the object of the girls' desire and photos were required. The next stop was a local favorite named The Canyon Club. It had an ever popular shuffle board game and karaoke. Everyone was having a great time and there was even look-a-likes there. If you look real close at the end of the shuffle board table it looks like a chubby Willie Nelson. We all hung out there until about 11:45 and that is when I realized that I am an old guy and had to go put myself to bed. Ann and Big D were having none of that going to bed crap and vowed to stay out waiting for our California friends to make it in. God love em, I was finished.

To be continued......

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Bears, Buffalo, Biker Babes and Boys at the Rumble

The Rumble is on and everyone made it safely. Stories will follow from several fronts. Stay tuned.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Get Ready To Rumble

I provide this as a Public Service Notice to those attending, those who want to attend, and those who should attend The Rumble on Route 66 this weekend. From the National Weather Center a report on this weekends weather in Williams, Arizona:

Friday: Sunshine to start, then a few afternoon clouds. High near 75F. Winds S at 5 to 10 mph.

Friday night: Partly cloudy skies. Low 46F. Winds SW at 5 to 10 mph.

Saturday: Sunny and windy. High 71F. Winds SW at 20 to 30 mph.

Saturday night: A mostly clear sky. Low 43F. Winds SW at 10 to 20 mph.

Sunday: Mainly sunny. Highs in the mid 70s and lows in the mid 40s.

As you can see Mother Nature is a fan of the Rumble and the earlier forecast for a 30% chance of rain has been replaced with a little wind. But, from my seat there is always at least a 70 mph wind anyway.

It is time to check fluid levels, tire pressure, clean the windshield, pack, have some coffee, and think about the fun to come up the hill. Everyone ride safe and have a great weekend.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Trials and Tribulations

My postings have been sporadic at best. My riding has been almost non-existent. But, hopefully most of that will change as I dig myself out of the funk that is my life.

My epic 55 day summer trip has gone by the way side. The best laid plans, as they say. It will be replaced with a ride here and there between obligations for school. Yes, that’s right SCHOOL. School in the summer? Damn, I’m supposed to be on vacation riding into splendid scenery and visiting charming locals never before experienced by the Arizona Harley Dude. I have a map that was supposed to be colored this summer. Not just colored, but colored in completely. Why teach if you have to spend summers doing school work is what I’m wondering as I look at the calendar and see that I had planned to be in Atlanta, Georgia today. Hot, humid Atlanta, but instead I’m stuck here in pleasant Phoenix wondering where this global warming is taking us when Phoenix is only in the mid 90’s in the middle of June.

Summer school work includes Bully training yesterday and today. Our school district is implementing a program to protect kids from other kids and adults that pick on them. The first day of training was an eye opening experience. The ending video was one that went from sad, to hopeful, to devastation in a matter of seconds. Our work in this area will become a priority for me next year. Next up is two weeks of additional classroom time as I work on an endorsement to my teaching certificate. Two weeks as in from 9 – 5 over in Chandler, across town in rush hour traffic both ways, but at least that will all be motorcycle time. Finally there will be a two day Retreat sponsored by our new principal. As the e-mail stated…..not mandatory, BUT….. So, I will go, play nice, and figure it can’t be as bad as I think it will be.

I finally reattached the pig pen to Petunia earlier this week and was that a mistake. It rode better than it did before because I took every connection apart and started from zero and took six hours checking and rechecking. In town it ran great, but on the freeway it wouldn’t get out of its own way. As in not going over 55 MPH. I played with the Techlusion unit and couldn’t get it to run. Frustration led me to take the pig pen off again, but Petunia now wouldn’t run over 60 MPH alone. After sleeping on it I thought I figured out the problem, reset everything on the Techlusion control box and she began to run again. Three stops to readjust and recheck and I found the place I was happy and will leave it alone for now.

So, now it is almost time to ride. The Rumble on Route 66 in Williams, Arizona is this weekend and I am going on Petunia without the pig pen. Fellow Bloggers Ann and Big D, BB and FLHX Dave, and Willie D are all scheduled to be there. Three days of fun, riding, and craziness await up in the Arizona high country where the temperatures range from the mid 40s to the low 80s. The weather guessers say a 30% chance of rain, but the biker guessers say 100% chance of a great time. I’m guessing there might be a story or two that comes from the weekend. I just love summers away from school.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Just for a smile


An Amish boy and his father were in a mall. They were amazed by almost everything they saw, but especially by two shiny, silver walls that could move apart and then slide back together again.

The boy asked, "What is this Father?"

The father (never having seen an elevator) responded, "Son, I have never seen anything like this in my life, I don't know what it is."

While the boy and his father were watching with amazement, a fat, old lady in a wheelchair moved up to the moving walls and pressed a button. The walls opened and the lady rolled between them into a small room. The walls closed and the boy and his father watched the small circular numbers above the walls light up sequentially.

They continued to watch until it reached the last number and then the numbers began to light in the reverse order. Finally the walls opened up again and a gorgeous 24-year-old blonde stepped out.

The father said quietly to his son...............

"Go get your mother."

Thursday, June 4, 2009

"Sir, Do You Know How Fast You Were Going?"

The new Bassani Power Curve True Duals finally got here. I had an issue installing them because the pieces didn't fit together. After sleeping on it, I swedged them out with a screwdriver and hammer and magic...they just fell together. Out for a test ride and I had no power at all past 40 mph. Time to test the Techlusion ease of tuning a bike. With a small screwdriver in hand I adjusted and set out again. Power to about 65 now. Stop once more to adjust. Set out and WHOA BABY,this little hog will run. Hit the power band and hold on brother.

On the way home, on city streets, I was still playing with her new found zip. That is when I see the bubble gums in the rear view. Look down to see 65. I'm in a 40. Damn it!!

Cop, "What's the hurry?"

Me, "I going home."

Cop, "That's not an excuse."

Me, "OH, an excuse. I'm a dumb sh*t."

Cop, "Know how fast you were going?"

Make a quick decision, lie or tell the truth. "65" What the hell did I say that for?

Cop, "Know the speed limit on 67th Avenue?"

Me, "45?" I lied, I know it's 40.

Cop, "NO, it's 40 and I let you pass two signs thinking you would slow down. Registration and insurance, please. What color is that? Blue?"

So then, waiting for the Wants and Warrants, small talk involving his new VTX 1300 Cop Bike.Yep, caught by a Biker Cop. During this conversation he pulls out the radar gun and I hear beep, beep, beep. He says, "Look at this," and shines his light on the radar gun display. It reads 54 MPH.

No wants. No Warrants. Only 14 over. I'm going to traffic school a week from Saturday. Did I learn anything? Yea, Petunia can flat out run now. I need to put the pig pen back on her to slow her down because all that throttle is really fun.

Monday, June 1, 2009

Post 100

Well, what better way to have a 100th post than with this award from Ann over at Random Thoughts. I have been having computer issues for the last three weeks that have kept me away. But hopefully that is behind me. Thanks Ann for the Award.

"These blogs are exceedingly charming.
These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends.
They are not interested in self-aggrandizement.
Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers.
Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award."

Here are the blogs I suggest that you give a read;

Musings of an Intrepid Commuter: Dan Bateman, also known as Irondad, is a true biker who rides year round and is a Rider Safety Instructor. Well written and informative this site is worth visiting.

Cruising Ohio: Ride along with Doug and Teresa as they travel the two lanes and share the beauty of Ohio.

2 Rat Bastards: Rat and crew write from the voice of experience what's it like to be a real biker.

Ms M's Place: Thoughts and tales by a 40 year old biker lady. Enough said.

Northwest Harley Blog: Thoughts and commentary on the state of the motorcycle industry.

The Great Motorcycle Pizza Tour
: Lucky is searching for great pizza from the seat of his Triumph or scooter. Doesn't matter, it is the same wind for all of us.

Chronicles of a Harley Davidson Rider: An interesting take on current events as seen through the eyes and mind of a Harley rider.

Allen Madding's Musings: Allen, a man of many diverse experiences, shares thoughts and tips that are very useful.

Those are my eight. As with most who I have seen post these, I wish I could select another eight. As it filters out I tried to select Blogs that I hadn't seen awarded yet. I hope that there are some new ones here and everyone takes a look at what these folk are thinking. Thanks again, Ann.