Monday, April 16, 2012
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
The Hurricane is gone
Well I decided it was time to part ways with the Hurricane. I sold it to a guy that was getting back into riding and he was looking for something cheap but not too small to ride. I think next on my list is back down to a low cc 2 wheeler. I'm currently searching for a cheap Honda Ruckus. Yes I know a 50cc scooter is nothing like a 600cc sport bike but I got bored with the bike quickly. The Ruckus has a big aftermarket and can be modified fairly easily which may hold my attention for a while longer. I won't be without a proper motorcycle as I'm planning on getting a sport touring bike next summer.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
The Hurricane
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
And so she goes.
I sold the little Ninja last night, and a number of mixed feelings accompanied the transaction. I sold her to a man who will take care of it and will use it, so that's a plus. I just hate to see a bike go that I put so much time and effort into enjoying and caring for. I had barely put 200 miles on the bike since November, though, so it was apparent that it was time to move on. More stories from the road will follow this year on this blog. I am now over 1800 miles into breaking in my new VFR800 Interceptor, and I have time off work already scheduled to start rolling back serious miles and photoblogging the experiences.
Currently in the garage:
New-in-2009 2007 Honda VFR800 Interceptor 25th Anniversary w/ABS
1999 Triumph 955i Sprint ST (long-term loan)
1998 Suzuki Bandit 1200S
and Ray's 1987 Honda Hurricane
The riding season of '09 is young. Stay tuned.
Currently in the garage:
New-in-2009 2007 Honda VFR800 Interceptor 25th Anniversary w/ABS
1999 Triumph 955i Sprint ST (long-term loan)
1998 Suzuki Bandit 1200S
and Ray's 1987 Honda Hurricane
The riding season of '09 is young. Stay tuned.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Ray is right.
I just can't seem to let go of the bike that has been with me through 5300 miles in one short summer. There is a guy coming to look at it this week, but I'm half hoping that he doesn't buy it. :)
More adventures to come. Stay tuned.
More adventures to come. Stay tuned.
New bikes
Many things have changed. I sold the Ninja and bought an 87 Honda Hurricane 600. I haven't rode it much but I know it's going to be a bike that I will have a lot of fun on. It is currently in Casey's garage awaiting a new exhaust can and choke cable. Casey went and got an anniversary Honda VFR800 in the Red, White and Blue paint to go along with his Bandit 1200s. Casey can't seem to give up the 250 Ninja and still has it as part of his stable.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Things are changing
Well it appears the little Ninjas are going to find a new home. Casey has already purchased a new bike and I'll let him post about that. I've listed mine on Craigslist but I'm in no hurry to sell it. http://chattanooga.craigslist.org/mcy/905763165.html
We are thinking of doing more long distance trips and the bigger bikes will allow us to cover more ground a little more comfortably.
This is what I'll be giving up in terms of fuel mileage. The 1st bar is with the 14 tooth sprocket, the middle portion is mostly around town and constant speeds under 50 mph. Of the last 3 the middle one is mixed city/highway and the other two have more highway (65+mph)
Friday, August 8, 2008
The trip in review.
It was every bit an epic experience as I had expected it would be. We travelled through nearly 12 straight hours of rain on the return trip, we were hit by endless hundreds of bugs, Ray found himself remixing songs in his head to occupy the time of relative quiet inside his helmet, and I had a bat hit me in the face hard enough to bust my lip.
You start to tune out the drone of the bike after a while and then you are left with nothing but your thoughts and the whistle of the wind. It's hard not to wax philosophical about a trip of this length because after Hour 10 or so you transcend the mundanity of riding and start to stare off into the distance and ponder the countryside, the bike, the scenery, and the imminent demise of small town America. The trip becomes defined by a oneness with the road that you simply do not experience in a vehicle with doors and fenders. You identify with the country you are travelling through in a way that you cannot on the interstate highway system. The endless miles of cornfields tell you something about the way of life of the crop producers of America. The wind farms of Northern Indiana have a certain graceful beauty that gives you hope for the future at the same time as their bladed components intimidate with their sheer size. And the small town courthouse squares make you appreciate a style of living that we seldom experience anymore.
Was it hard to ride for that long? Yes. Was it tiring? Yes. Would we do it again? We sure would. We're already trying to decide where to go next.
We faced the open road, we stared down traffic, we survived Gary, Indiana, and we were still alert enough after the return ride to get in some moving immediately after we got home. Yes, we actually started moving my belongings to my new house before we even got to sleep.
Nobody ever said we were sane.
You start to tune out the drone of the bike after a while and then you are left with nothing but your thoughts and the whistle of the wind. It's hard not to wax philosophical about a trip of this length because after Hour 10 or so you transcend the mundanity of riding and start to stare off into the distance and ponder the countryside, the bike, the scenery, and the imminent demise of small town America. The trip becomes defined by a oneness with the road that you simply do not experience in a vehicle with doors and fenders. You identify with the country you are travelling through in a way that you cannot on the interstate highway system. The endless miles of cornfields tell you something about the way of life of the crop producers of America. The wind farms of Northern Indiana have a certain graceful beauty that gives you hope for the future at the same time as their bladed components intimidate with their sheer size. And the small town courthouse squares make you appreciate a style of living that we seldom experience anymore.
Was it hard to ride for that long? Yes. Was it tiring? Yes. Would we do it again? We sure would. We're already trying to decide where to go next.
We faced the open road, we stared down traffic, we survived Gary, Indiana, and we were still alert enough after the return ride to get in some moving immediately after we got home. Yes, we actually started moving my belongings to my new house before we even got to sleep.
Nobody ever said we were sane.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
The fuel milege graph
First bar was before the 15 tooth front sprocket was installed and a lot of interstate riding at 70mph. Second bar is the first leg of our trip and the 15 tooth sprocket installed. Easy riding and probably a max of 55 mph. Third is where we hit some 60mph speed limits and a little rain. I need to find a rain jacket without a hood on it that acts like a parachute while riding. The last 3 are pretty much mixed drivng. 70 mpg average isn't all that bad considering the bike is legal for interstate use.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Springfield, TN
My butt isn't sore from sitting for long periods but the relief from
that has had its place taken by the rain.
that has had its place taken by the rain.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
So what happened to that steak, anyway?
No worries. There has been much red meat consumed on this trip, but we didn't end up eating any of it at our intended location, Ray Radigan's. We have gathered a lot of intel from the locals here, and they say it was a great steak place -- 30 years ago. Apparently it was a club at one point that had meat of myth and legend, but now it's own by Ray's son and the quality of the food is nothing to go to Kenosha for. The general consensus is that if you're in the area, it's good enough food to merit a visit. If not, don't go there.
So we haven't.
But we have been eating meat from Poeta's, the little neighborhood Italian grocery store/butcher shop just down from Ray's parents in Highwood. Right now there is some fresh sausage cooking on the grill outside. I cut it from a 3 pound rope of sausage. Not appealing to look at, but desirable for its freshness. And Monday we had some thick T-bones that I personally grilled up in the back yard. Tasty, tasty.
Dinner time awaits. Tomorrow the open road calls again. We're eyeing Accuweather carefully, but we're ready.
So we haven't.
But we have been eating meat from Poeta's, the little neighborhood Italian grocery store/butcher shop just down from Ray's parents in Highwood. Right now there is some fresh sausage cooking on the grill outside. I cut it from a 3 pound rope of sausage. Not appealing to look at, but desirable for its freshness. And Monday we had some thick T-bones that I personally grilled up in the back yard. Tasty, tasty.
Dinner time awaits. Tomorrow the open road calls again. We're eyeing Accuweather carefully, but we're ready.
Collage of souvenirs
Program? Check. Metra ticket from Union Station to Highwood? Check. Skydeck ticket? Check. Northwest Metra line map? Check.
The trappings of motorcycle travellers without their motorcyles.
The trappings of motorcycle travellers without their motorcyles.
And at the top.
The Sears Tower's Skydeck. It's really high. Remember, this was the world's tallest building (decorative spires notwithstanding) until 2001. It's damn tall. Remember Ferris Bueller's Day Off? Yep, this is one of the places they visit during the music montage.
The Bean
While the early morning Chicago commuters were busy racing to work, Ray and I strolled through Millennium Park and posed briefly in front of The Bean as the sun came up over Lake Michigan.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
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