Year Round Wheel Round

Hey Kids,

It’s not Phoenix, but Salt Lake isn’t too bad when it comes to riding a motorcycle year round.Ice-Cold-Ride

The Wasatch Front can experience snow anytime from October through May. The measureable snow, however, the snow on the road that makes it impossible to ride the motorcycle to work, is measured more in periods of days, and when added together equal maybe 3-6 weeks.

All other days, the roads are clear. It might be cold, but as long as there’s no ice on the road. It’s all good.

Like today.

The next day, maybe not.

We talk about moving further to the south, like Texas south, which would make the days of ice on the road even less. But until that time comes, I can live with the restrictions I now face.

Each day that passes is another day closer to Spring.

Spring may bring rain, but it also brings uninterrupted motorcycle time.

And uninterrupted motorcycle time is what makes me happy.

 

Day 300

Cold Hands, Warm Heart

Hey Kids,

I don’t mind riding in colder weather.

Many riders with which I speak during the summer time say their rule is 50°. Under fifty, no ride.

I’ve also heard of this expanded into the 50/50 rule. Riding stops if it’s 50°or less and/or a 50% chance of rain.

As always, I say to each their own. But as for me and my house, we shall ride in whatever weather God gives us. (Snow and Ice excepted.)

I get asked, “How do you stay warm?”

My response is “I don’t.”

There’s an inherent coldness to riding a motorcycle. At least in these parts. There are the two or three months where it’s actually hot during the day. But even in July, in the mountains, the evenings can drop into the 60’s or 70’s and on a bike, it can feel cold.

But it’s ok to be cold. It does a body good, reminds one of the fragile nature of life. There does exist heated gear, but I would guess that even still, there will always be one part of your body not heated and cold.

My weak spot is the hands. I have come to accept that once the temperature drops into the 30’s, my fingers will freeze before getting to work. The colder it gets, the less time it takes to freeze. I can tell you, the freeze time can get down to as little as two minutes. I read about and investigated different gloves. Every brand had some people swore by them and yet others cursed them.

I figured that it came down to wind elimination. At 8°, the coldest I have ventured out, and the reported humidity of that morning, I calculated the wind chill at the spot where I run at 55mph to be -40F. I’m not sure if I calculated correctly, but suffice to say, it was c-c-c-o-l-d-d-d.511sqwpau+L._SX425_

Yesterday I received my latest option. Handle bar mitts. For $20, I’d give it a shot.

The morning temperature this morning was 22°. Challenge accepted.

I strapped on the mitts.

Adjusted them a little bit. Figured out whether I could work the clutch and brake within the mitts. Accidently strapped the mitt across the horn button for nice5-10 second blast at 5:30 am, (sorry fellow apartment dwellers) and took off into the dark cold air.

With the realization that I could not switch the high beams (deer detectors) on and off and work the turn signals, I continued on anyway.

When I arrived at my destination 25 minutes later, my hands were a little cold on the fingers but not frozen. It had been comfortable and easy to slip my hand in and out to adjust head gear and hand signal my turns. The clutch and front brake levers were easily accessible. In fact the only reason my fingers were cold is because of the times I had to hold down the ice-cold metal levers.

If I add heated grips (the Suzuki has them, the Yamaha which I rode today does not), I think my hands would have been actually warm.

Next attempt will be to insulate the levers first.

I will report later as the temperatures plummet over the next two months.

 

 

Day 281

Deer Winter

Hey Kids,

Along with the cooler air temperatures, there is yet another evil lurking in these dark, winter times on the road.04 Deer migration sign

The ice has yet to become black upon the road, and the snow has yet to fall but along the sides of the roads, deer are beginning to gather from out of the hills.

They might look innocent and even resemble their poetically descriptive doe-eyed selves but I tell you they are not so innocent. OK, maybe innocent but not without mischief.

Today I saw two sets of them, just waiting for their chance. Sure they’re cute and they raised those adorable mule like ears at the sound of the motor approaching; but when the sun goes down, they cannot resist walking out and standing on the black top surface.

I love deer. During the day. When it’s dark and I’m on the road with my two-wheeled, two-cylinder noise maker, I am no fan of the Bambi wannabe at all.

 

NaNoWriMo: 32,397/50,000

Day 269

Travel Day

Hey Kids,

It’s a bittersweet day today.

I left work early. = good!

Rode 140 miles to the south on the Yamaha, letting the 1900cc motor do what it was made for- chewing up the highway. = good!

The rains had surrendered to mostly sunny skies and warmer temps. = good!

Started out with a good tail wind. It seems like the past few times out, I’ve only had head winds. = good!

No cop entanglements. = good!

Reached my destination at a family gathering. Met some people I had never met before. Saw others I wish I could see more often. = good!

Uncle Lamaun

Uncle Lamaun

With so many things going good, how can this be a bittersweet trip?

My uncle’s funeral is tomorrow. = bad.

And a big bad too.

 

Day 206

A Modern Miracle of Recovery and Repentance

Hey Kids,

A tremendous weight has been lifted from my shoulders.

Can I get a Hallelujah?

I have sinned and I have repented. And more than repented, I have been redeemed.

Or at least my motorcycle has.

My dear C50, He who died, has been raised again.

He who had good health taken away, has had it given back.

The Good Book

The Good Book

The Suzuki and the owner induced error has been resolved.

The Throttle Position Sensor- justified.

The blemish of the FI light on the dash no more.

A new battery has been blessed and restored the power. As if granted from on high, the starter now starts.

The 2007 Suzuki Boulevard C50 has been restored thanks to the good book and further revelations bestowed by the great Internet.

I, its tormenter, have been severely shamed and admonished to go and sin no more.

At least until the next time I decide to tinker.

Amen.

 

(What am I talking about? https://mikemjensen.com/2015/08/16/i-still-want-to-blame-the-bike/ )

Day 187

The 4-Way of Death

Hey Kids,

On a road I ride daily from work, there is a particular 4-way stop.

It lies within a residential neighborhood, maybe even a little snooty for the likes of me. The direction in which I travel is level but the cross street climbs a very steep hill, not unlike the streets you see in San Francisco.

Participation is NOT Optional

Participation is NOT Optional

Earlier this year before proceeding through after my stop, I paused. I don’t know why, I just did. If I would have been behind me I would’ve been yelling to me, “It says ‘Stop’, not ‘Stay’!”

Just as I began to increase the throttle and release the clutch, a full-size van barreled up over the hill, blew through the stop sign and continued up past me. The drivers were young kids who had no idea what they had just avoided.

Had I drove normal, I would have been T-bone in the intersection and badly injured if not killed. One car had pulled to a stop across from me and we had both jammed on our brakes to stop when we saw the van appear out of nowhere.

The lady driver’s eyes were shocked to full open and I made a gesture as if wiping the sweat from my forehead and let out a “whew”.

Today at the same 4-way, I started out into the Dead Man’s area just as a little Honda appeared from down the hill and without stopping turned left in front of me. The driver, a little old lady, stared at me all the way, never touched her brakes, and gave me a crusty as if I was in the wrong.

In this case, she traveled slow enough (hill + Honda + old lady driver) that I was able to veer out and brake to let her turn and travel in front of me.

I followed the lady for several miles before she turned another way. She never looked back as far as I saw and if she did, I doubt it would’ve been to apologize.

I was angry both times, but that does no good. Instead I hold reinforced some rules of riding motorcycles.

No one sees you and if they do, it won’t alter their direction or decisions.

Trust your instincts. If you think you should wait, wait. If you think you need to speed up, speed up. The brain is doing things of which we have no understanding. Trust it.

Always watch and know where your escapes routes are. The brain will use them faster than you think (see rule above).

Despite the risk and close calls, riding the bike is still better than being in a cage.

 

 

Day 186

Some Reason

11148753_940758249318297_3321767991454029834_nHey Kids,

Today I rode for the dogs.

Great Danes that is.

I know how much of a pain it is to see a group of motorcycles, sometimes numbering in the 100’s and occasionally over 1000, traveling together on the highway. We stretch out down the lane, making it near impossible to change lanes, pass, or have a little peace and quiet. When the police escort, they even make you all stop just to let us roll past.

I’m sorry about the inconvenience, but I’ll admit I’m only slightly sorry for the inconvenience. Riding in a large group, from time to time, is a lot of fun. It also serves a personal pleasure to interrupt normal life and cause some road mayhem.

But when you see the groups of bikes, know that many of the smaller groups and every large group rides are engaged in a charity fund raising effort. Today we rode with a group of 17 bikes. Our effort was to raise money for a Great Dane Rescue group. It was told to us at the end of the ride that we raised, through participation fees and raffle purchases, about $1000. Not bad for a little ride through the hills.

I know that doing things for a good cause doesn’t ease all the pain, nor does it reflect the only or main reason I join an occasional group ride; but it at least gives it a reason.

 

Day 180

I Still Want to Blame the Bike

Hey Kids,

It’s a sad day. The Suzuki is sick.

It’s been sick for a little while, but it’s not really sick; it’s been damaged by my repair efforts.

A little while ago, I decided it was time for the valves to be adjusted. I’ve done it before and had no worries about it. The bike had been running just fine, but it was well past the recommended 7500 mile adjustment. So I took a Saturday afternoon and adjusted the valves. Upon reassembly, the warning light came on. I had done something wrong. I had seen this happen before and that time it turned out to be simply a sensor not hooked up right. No big deal.

Next week, I tore it apart again and found no such bad sensor. Hooked it together and warning light came on again. Fine. I’ll figure it out. The engine wasn’t working exactly correct, but I’ll get it, I thought.

Please save me from my owner.

Please save me from my owner.

After work one day, I had a tremendous writing session. So good I spent some extra time to ride out the literary wave, only to discover that I left the key in the bike with the ignition on. Dead battery. Great. Got a jump and headed home. With a quick off and on, I tested the juice. The bike started right back up.

The next morning not so much. The battery didn’t hold enough of the juice to turn the starter. So I took the other bike instead. And then continued to take the other bike for the past several weeks.

Today, the Suzuki had no juice whatsoever. I jumped it again, rode for a while to charge it up. Figured I wouldn’t stop until I got back home and then try to restart it. Unfortunately, I paid too much attention to the parked cop I passed speeding and noticed the stop sign ahead just a little too late. I locked up the back tire stopping and stalled the engine. Despite riding for the past 30 minutes, the battery was still bone dead. Had to call for an emergency, mercy jump.

The bike is back home and I’ll pull the battery out and have it checked or replaced. And then I can get back to figuring out the Error light problem.

The poor thing. It just wants to run and I’ve let it sit.

I’m really angry with myself to allow things to deteriorate to this point. But then again.

How angry can you be when life has allowed you to have a second bike to ride during this whole time?

I’m back to realizing I’m facing a first world problem. Relax says I.

 

Day 174

Saved 10 Minutes

Hey Kids,

So I found myself in the left turn lane and I didn’t mean to.lane-assignment-sign-left-lane-left-turn-right-lane-straight1

The construction barrels and zigzaggy lanes had me confused and next thing I knew, a car pulled up to the right side of me (Commonwealth people that would be your left). It is at that moment I realized I had strayed from my needs.

It was just the next street that I actually needed to make the left and this block, in the downtown area of Salt Lake, was going to take a good extra 10 minutes to make it back around.

10 minutes! I can’t be wasting that much of my life.

I eyed the situation. One car across from me making the opposite left. And no cars going straight. Distractions minimized.

The light turned green and I pulled out to the middle of the intersection; the car that had been next to me was slow off the line (on the phone).

I punched the bike and zoomed (safely) in front of the car and continued straight to the next side street and quickly made the left that I needed. Another 10 minutes rescued from the waste pile.

I love riding a bike!

 

Day 143