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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by vicmitch, May 10, 2013.
Great pics and reporting, as usuall, you are doing great, be safe and keep it coming.
Buen viaje !!
Here's one to talk about over some single malt (on me). See you Thursday
You be da man!!!
Best reading in a long time.... what a great account of a well laid plan becoming a well laid down bike. Although the dirt was not planned, that part of the ride will end up living as an extremely fond memory, this story will get better and better with time and embellishment. No more mention of your ankle, I trust (hope) you're all healed up!!!
Looking forward to following your continued adventure.
Very good idea.
One good thing about getting the story on ADV rider as it happenns is that once it's here you can't embelish it. You know, that each time you remember an event, your brain erases your previous memory of it, so when you remember an event, you're really remembering the last time you remembered it or in the case of a story, the last time you told it.
Not all healed, but Ibuprophin is a friend, Jeff's single malt will help as well.
Mitch, my fellow Vic rider. It's good to hear you are healing up!
And the rest of the story is... ???
(and your RR so far needs no embelishment. That... is for sure dude. It's the real deal.) Ride safe!
After a pleasently cool night, first time using the sleeping bag, I went in the Apache travel centr and got myself an "Arnold palmer" and 4 packets of Advil. found a chair with a footrest in the trucker's lounge. Watched the talking heads argue about the President's speach for a while. A geared up guy walked in and he was on a GS from CO riding 4 states in 4 days. he was planning a trip to Alaska and had never heard of ADVrider. Now the asylum has a new inmate.
Headed out around 10:00 onto route 550 which is straight and boring, riding at 55mph to conserve the rear tire. Headed through Farmington and on to the Navajo town of Ship Rock, the start of the Navajo nation. . i'm guessing the explorers saw this
and thought it looked like a ship sailing on a sea of sand. Theyprobably hadn't seen a ship for a while. Saw this stand and had to stop.
While my mutton was cooking I chatted with the attractive Navajo woman who owned the establishment. She claimed not to be photogenic, so no pic. She wished she could travel like me and get out of Ship Rock, "anywhere is better than here" she said. looking at the dirt streets and prefab homes I could see her point. The Mutton on frybread with chilis was delicious.
Out of Ship Rock I turned down Navajo route 13, in NM known as Red Rock hwy. After the town of Red Rock I got passed by a Ducati, so I knew there was some good stuff ahead, there sure was!. The road goes over buffalo pass at 9500 ft and it's like a dry version of the Alps going up and a mini Stelvio going down. I can't find any arial shots of it the web, or even a map I can copy to give you all some road porn. but you can see some of the scenery.
The roads through the navajo territory did not have fencing along the road as the state roads do. There were wild horses and other animals wndering near and across the road at will. one time a baby horse wandered onto the road in front of me and I had to do some hard breaking, another time some large sheeplike animals I had never seen before were grazing by the side of the road and bolted when they heard my exhaust.
I left the Navajo and entered the Hopi Nation on Hwy 264 which is not twisty but is curvey with sweepers marked at 35 to 50 mph. I stopped here for info and a few trinkets.
Then continued on to the Hopi town of Tuba City . The navajo woman selling mutton told me to try the Hopi specialty of corn and green chile soup. i found it bland, but took a pic anyway
i rode out of Tuba about 30 miles and the sun was going down and I noticed my headlight wasn't working. i pulled off at a scenic areaand asked a Hopi guy stopped there is there was camping nearby. he said the nearest campground was in the national park 25 miles away, but I could legaly pitch my tent anywhere there was a dirt road lealding off the main road. The next gate with animal grate I came to I went in about 30 feet and parked the bike on one side of the track and started to set up the tent on the other. The wind had picked up seriousely and even after throwing my yellow bag into the tent, it kept blowing away. I finally got it erected.
Then I remembered an old Hebrew fable about Mr. Luck and Mr. Smart, who were walking down the road when night fell. Mr smart set up his bedroll off the road a bit but Mr. Luck set his up in the middle of the road. Mr. Smart told him he was crazy but he stayed there. in the middle of the night a truck came by, saw Mr. Luck in the middle of the road, swerved to miss him and ran over Mr. smart.
I thought if a 4x4 came up the track and saw my bike on the left side of the track, he might swerve right and run over me. I dragged the tent, weighted down with all my gear 10 feet away. The wind was something I had never felt before, i thought it was going to collapse the tent, but the tent held up. Kudos to Wentzel for making a solid product. Hered the view from the tent.
So now the problem was to turn the bike around to go back out of the gate. The track was as wide as a pickup truck, the bikes turning circle, much wider. i would have to go off the track and make a circle back . i made it 1/2 way round before getting bogged down in deep sand. Dug out the sand, got another 4 feet, dug out the sand and got 4 more feet, repeated till I got the front wheel on the track. this took 2 hours and now it was bogged down so bad the frame was burried. i was exhausted so I went to the road to try to flag down a biker to help. Several Harleys and wings wouldn't even look at me. I went back and got my helmet and a Vulcan (the bike, not Mr.Spock) cam and I waved him down. First he kept going I raised my open palms in th euniversal signal of WTF? then I saw brake light and he came around.
He said he thought I was just a drunk Indian till he saw the helmet. I found that offensive because all of the Indians I met wer friendly and not drunk. We tipped the bike on it's side, filled the hole the rear tire had made with rocks, then got it back up and out I went to the road. He and his wife brought my bags and I was gone. here they are.
Continueing on i saw a scenic overlook with a couple of bikes there. i talked to a couple of guys form North carolina on rented Harleys, when they were about to ride off, one said "Zei Gazunt" which means good health in Yiddish. I asked how he knew I was Jewish, the other guy said they could always tell a landsman. I guess I had my Jewdar turned off. I walked to the overlook and triped on a big rock, twisting my right ankle again and falling. Some Dutch tourist helped me back up, I explained that the ankle was just healing, he said he was a doctor, I asked if he had some ibuprophin, he gave me 1200mg and some water, I was on my way to this place.
Now my pics can't compare with the professional ones we've all seen, but even those can't convey the granuer of the place. the weather was beautiful and the views spectacular. Heres me after 2 days of tenting and a morning of digging out the bike.
after the canyon, I headed to Williams, AZ, a hopping town thet was the last town on Route 66 to get bypassed by interstate 40. No vacancies. i did meet a guy on a Harley Road Glide who from Illinois who bought it in CA, went down to Ensenada, MX then up to fairbanks, AK and back, he was headed home. i told him he should be on ADVrider.
Next stop prescott, AZ a great town.
Cool '49 F-100 parked on the main drag
Then i hit the Prescott National Forest, road porn alert
if someone knows how to imbed this, please do.
Not me, but you get the idea
Then to the Yarnell hill
These are some insane roads, comming after so many straight miles makes thmm more intense.. Found this motel, the smallest motel in Arizona. in the town of congress, which was founded by a guy named Harry Hershkowitz, really!
Mitch, you just rode through my back yard. (Navaho Nation/Hopi area).
Glad you had a chance to see the spectacular scenery that you do not see
on Hwy 40. The 9k pass you rode is just plain cool. It should be on every
ADVer's list when they head this way.
Ride on man! (kosher wine in the green bottles)
Mitch, would you say you were Mr. Luck or Mr. Smart on this trip?
Enjoying the report!
A little of both I guess.
Meshaneh makom meshaneh mazal
I can't recal seeing a single BMW car from the time I left TN till I got to the Grand Canyon. Saw lots of BMW bikes and a Porsche Panamera on a tow truck.
In the east you can go from North Georgia to the Canadian border never having more than 5 miles of continuous straight road. in the west there are endless miles of straight road punctuated by the occasional insanely technical road. Kind of like the military, or police work. Long periods of bordom, punctuated by small intense excitement.
Arizona has a lot of 70 year old women with long grey hair and pony tails.
There's nothing quite like sitting in the Coyote Flats restaurant, eating the special and listening to Waylon Jennings sing "A good Hearted Woman, Lovin a Good timin man"
We, in the west are very fortunate to have a 911 or 999 system that gets us help wherever we are in a resonable amount of time. Try that in Siberia or even Mexico.
metzler should call its tire the ME 880 1/2 Marathon
Clarks Truck Stop in Indio, CA sure has changed since I came here in 1996 driving cross country in a 1993 Cavalier.
Victory needs to hire me to develop a new motorcycle.
I'll remember the people I've met long after I forget the things I've seen.
Got my Mexican Vehicle insurance, trying to get some health ins that covers MC related injuries.
Glad to hear you're OK and kicking butt across the U.S. even if it is only one legged butt kicking.
Hope the ankle is healing up well.
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That one legged but kikking keeps landing me on my ass
Been in Indio, CA for a couple of days relaxing, heading out today, going to hit Rt 74 which looks real cool and over to Lake Elsinore where I'll be hosted by inmate sheppie62 from Tent Space. Then off to the Ride 2 Remember in Santa Ana and the end of the U.S. part of my trip. Mexico awaits.
Got to Santa Ana for the Ride 2 Remember. Spent last night near Lake Elsinor with Shep and Anne (sheppie62)
and their mangerie of exotic birds, cats, dogs and an iguana.
Great hospitality even though Shep had a hard day at work and was tired. Thanks.
Took route 74 the ortega highway which is intense, about 25 miles of twists and turns to San juan Capistrano. This is the view from the highest point.
Then on to Santa Ana where I met the Jews. Riders from as far as new York Nd Toronto as well as locals and other west coasters came.
Just got finished with the welcome BBQ and I'm stuffed. Got some pics to upload tomorrow.
Yesterday we all took a ride to Laguna Beach,
took some picks, ate some food. Jews at the beach.
We had breakfast at the Chabad house in laguna Beach and the Rabbi took a photo op on a Can Am Spyder
Who says Jews can't dance?
Most people who've seen us dance!
How do you make a ginormous Victory Vision look bigger? Put a little old Jewish lady one it.
The turnout this year was smaller than others as it is the first event we had on the west coast while most of the jewish riders are on the east coast and midwest. We still had an eclectic bunch of bikes.
The usual big touring rigs and rented harleys, plus a slew of Beemers, this one is particularly intersting.
just one "ADV" bike Super Tenere
Ther were also 2 classic Brit bikes, a 1970 Triumph Bonneville and a 1975 Norton 850 Commando, both from Newport Beach, CAand one hinkley triumph Thunderbird. No pic yet but I will get some.
WE came back for dinner, then Ben from Virginia Beach took over part of the restaurant and played Jimmy Buffet songs and blended Margaritas.
Today we had a ride from Carlsbade into the mountains on some twisty roads. We had to take the freeway 50 miles to get to the start of the ride. As I got on the freeway and was accelerating my beautiful Victory carbon fiber muffler decided to jump ship and commit suicide by getting run over by a car. So when we got to Carlsbad to fill up and get some drinks, I asked one of the local Jewish Riders, Jay, with the 1970 Triumph if he knew anyone who could rig me up an exhaust. He called his guy in Orange, CA, Tony at Classic Cycles and Tony said to come on by and he'd see what he could do. This is Jay's bike at the ortega Hwy lookout.
here's the result of Tony's work..
Tony told me to pay hime whatever I thought was fair, so for $3 I'm back on the road! (I kid, I kid)
Lots of eye candy at Classic Cycles.
Where else would you go to get your Vincent Black Shadow serviced?
Mitch, great seeing and spending a little time with you. Hope the ankle mends and the bike stops shedding parts.