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Discussion in 'The Sandbox - AKA Flatistan' started by ElusivePedro, Jun 9, 2011.
Cant agree more... simply bad ass!
And NOTHING say bad ass like black and gold...
I rode this black and gold bike out West back in '96...went to Sturgis and nobody kicked it over or set it on fire, that's how badass this Yammie was
I've got some better pics of that old bike, I'll get around to scanning them one of these days...
Happy Sunday you buncha POGs.
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Gather around POGs, and I'll tell ya a story about a black and gold bike. In the spring of 1980 my dad bought his first brand-new motorcycle, an '80 Yamaha XS11 Midnight Special. It was Yamaha's fastest bike at the time; when the XS11 was introduced in '78 it was billed as the most powerful production motorcycle in the world. I don't think it was still at the top of the heap in '80, however. At any rate, it was a real torque monster, which it needed to be--because it was quite a brute, weighing around 630# wet! I think the bike was constructed primarily of lead and cast iron.
So anyway, my dad kept that bike for 16 years, only putting 26K on the odo in that time. Dad was what ya might call a "fair-weather rider," meaning no rain and temps in the 60's or higher, so out of the whole year there was only a 6-month riding window for him...this is in Virginia, remember. Here's me & my little sister in the summer of '80, just before the holding the rope incident and way before my Boy Scout troop made the Scoutmaster quit. A different time in America, if you will.
So anyway--fast-forward to 1996. There. It went by really quick, didn't it. Yeah, time really does fly by like that. So there I was, a young ineptizoid, just finished college (only 4 yrs behind schedule but who's counting), no job, no girlfriend, no rope-holding ability, not much money, but a burning desire to see the American West and escape this sick society cough cough. I was gonna do the trip on my raggedy old KLR600, but my dad thought that was a Bad Idea and donated his raggedy old XS11 to the cause. And down the road I went. Out West, where I'd never been before. And I've never been the same since.
ATGATT?? What's that? Yeah I really did ride all over the place wearing shorts, hiking boots, and a T-shirt (and sometimes not even the shirt); ya tend to think yer invincible when yer young, dumb, and full of piss n vinegar. I was doing this trip on the cheap, so that meant lotsa roadside camping, like here in Dillon CO off Loveland Pass Rd. (Note: this is not what you call stealth camping, not by a long shot.) See the snow on the mountain in the background? This pic was taken in July; seeing snow in July was a real novelty for me, believe it.
Camped out in the woods a good bit, too--it's real easy to find a secluded, quiet campsite in places like Kaibab Natl. Forest; ya just follow a dirt road off into the woods and look for a good place to pitch a tent. And the price is most definitely right.
Remember, I had never been out West before. So when I saw stuff like this, which is pretty standard scenery in a place like Colorado Natl. Monument, I was awestruck. The vastness of the landscape blew my Eastern-U.S.-oriented sense of scale right outta the water, yea verily.
I'd never seen mountains this color, more vivid than I could imagine. Of course this 17-yr-old 35mm pic doesn't do it justice. It was positively surreal, I felt like I was in a different world. And of course I was. Utah's Hwy 95, not far from Lake Powell:
Near Hite Marina on Lake Powell. (Also priced right.)
Canyonlands NP, which provided the most spectacular scenery I had ever seen in my life up until that time. Edward Abbey--park ranger/author/philosopher/wilderness advocate--loved this place and wrote extensively about it, calling it "the land of stone and silence."
See what I mean about the scenery? This is Grandview Point on the White Rim Mesa. Abbey referred to it as "the edge of the abyss, where this world falls off into the depths of another." Couldn't have said it better if ya paid me to do it.
Oh yeah, there's more!
Good stuff Tony.
Tony, you are one of the few who truly have motorcycles in your blood!
Holy Jesus. I hate it when ppl REPEAT what we've already saw, but good golly, that's a "good golly" sorta stuff right there. I remember so well going stupid fast on my GS750E. T - you have too much of that crazy fast stuff resident and still reliant, in yuor bones boy. And yes - I am OLD ENOUGH to say that! The Transalp just has not that sort of beans. Thanks mang. Thanks.
Adventure Rider 1st class
he was an adventure rider before adventure riding was cool
i thought there was going to be a shower curtain pic mixed in there somewhere
theres nothing inept about you tony
I feel compelled to add my comments to others made here.
I won't elaborate on the obvious "irony" of "Inept" -rope holding story aside- and get straight to the point.
At some time in the past I have "certified" our Ineptizoid as an "Old Timer". He continues to reference said certification and he is correct. But being an Old Timer as defined by ME... has nothing to do with age. It has to do with maturity and our love for the two wheel mode of transportation.
No one deserves the term ADV Rider more than MR INEPT...
Thanks for sharing your experiences.
You fellas keep this up, and yer gonna make this Certified Old-Timer start blushing
Thanks for the kind words, brethren. The truth behind the story is this: in 1989 a young random dipwad watched Easy Rider for the first time (but certainly not the last) and started dreaming about riding across America. It was just a Dream back in '89, because there were job responsibilities (gotta put the Corn Flakes on Aisle 7, dontchaknow), college classes to take, and a girlfriend who just didn't understand. The Dream got put on the back burner, as Dreams so often do, until the summer of '96, when the young dipwad found himself with a semblance of Ultimate Freedom to do whatever he wanted to do. (Anything that didn't cost much money, at any rate.) What he wanted to do was simple: jump on a bike, head West, and discover America for himself. All by himself. And ten weeks and 11,600 miles later, the young dipwad (who couldn't even hold the rope for Pee Leak, fercryinoutloud) returned, eyes opened, mission completed, forever changed, I'm talking a whole new perspective on Life itself.
I defer to the wisdom of Glenn Hegstadd (now there's a true ADVer if ever there was one) who said this: The longer and more difficult the journey, the more profound the metamorphosis...Is your life going to change? Hopefully. I don't know anyone who has traveled extensively and came back wishing they'd never left. What you do with that new angle on life is up to you but you will surely be more aware and in tune with what is really happening in the world, and in particular, in your own mind.
Yea verily, Brother Glenn.
More pics and ineptizoidal commentary are on the way...if y'all get half as much pleasure out of seeing the pics and hearing the stories as I do recalling the memories, well then that means y'all are happy indeed.
I wish that my eyes were open enough when I was younger to go out and see America! Alas, fate has a funny way of making things happen. Back in '89, I met this chick at a bar who changed my whole perspective on life. She told me about traveling to Yellowstone, Alaska, Colorado, California, etc, etc, etc. She asked if I had ever been to any of those places? Of course not, why would I venture beyond Orlando for anything... I enjoyed living in Miami. Well, long story short, I married that girl 19 years ago and boy, have we been on some adventures around the U.S.. Lots of stuff to see in the world.
My only regrets are when I go on some rides with my buds... Mexico, Utah, Nevada, Carolinas, Tennessee, etc... I wish that my wife and kids were there with me to experience the adventure.
Hopefully, I'll be rectifying that situation this summer with a month long trek out West with the family trukster towing a couple of bikes.
Good on ya Inept for gettin 'er done. Keep on keepin on, d00d!
Livin' the lives men. The both of ya... I'll be thinking about trips not taken while I sit at my desk tomorrow and pretend I am somebody
New bike bought in October... Current mileage 3 hundred and something.
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I may just ride the DL to BQF so I can get some miles on it. I'd like to hit the first service before the warranty runs out
OK, where was I--oh yeah, I was heading West in search of America. Just like John Steinbeck, only I was on a bike. Without Charley. Not much money, either. And I didn't make it to California. Nor did I write a best-selling book about my experiences. But hey, other than that, I was just like Steinbeck. I'll just keep telling myself that.
I remember being told as a little kid that if you were to go swimming in the Great Salt Lake, you couldn't possibly drown because the salinity was so intense, you'd just float like a cork. I didn't really believe that, plus I'd always wanted to see this lake for myself, so I checked it out. Yep, it's true, ya float on top of the water just like you were wearing a life vest. Not only that, but the water really stinks, it has a distinct briny, putrefying smell that will have ya heading for the nearest [SIZE=2]f[SIZE=2]res[SIZE=2]hwater showers most ricky-tick, which they thought[SIZE=2]fully prov[SIZE=2]ide right next to the swimming areas. Ya gotta hand it to those Mormons, they're pragmatic like that. Still not ready to conver[SIZE=2]t though. Any[SIZE=2]how, I [SIZE=2]also rod[SIZE=2]e o[SIZE=2]ut to Antelope I[SIZE=2]sland, my p[SIZE=2]lan was to camp out there b[SIZE=2]ut [SIZE=2]the campground was full. ([SIZE=2]Of Mormons.) [COLOR=Gray][SIZE=1](Not[SIZE=1] that there's anything wrong with that. Love ya, Bal[SIZE=1]dy![/SIZE]) [/SIZE][/SIZE][/COLOR][/SIZE]S[SIZE=2]o I enjoyed the sunset out there and skedaddled off to the Was[SIZE=2]atch NF.
I visited a total of 19 National Parks and Monuments. Camped out in a bunch of 'em. The Tetons were memorable, I met the cutest little lady park ranger I've ever seen at a fireside park ranger presentation. And naturally the Tetons themselves were breathtaking. Did y'all know that Tetons means titties in French? It's twue, it's twue!
Enjoyed one of the best meals I've ever had in Yellowstone; the fella at the campsite next to me saw me preparing my Ramen noodle dinner, felt sorry for me, and brought over some freshly caught grilled trout. And a cold Budweiser. I don't care what anybody sez about Budweiser, that was one of the best beers I've ever tasted. And the trout--well, it was enough to give ya a mouth orgasm.
Crossed the Continental Divide a coupla times--this particular time was in Yellowstone. Of course I had to go see all the usual stuff all the tourists to Yellowstone go to [SIZE=2]s[SIZE=2]ee--Old [SIZE=2]Faithful, G[SIZE=2]rand Canyon o[SIZE=2]f the [SIZE=2]Yello[SIZE=2]w[SIZE=2]stone, herds of wild buffalo, Mammoth Ho[SIZE=2]t Springs--and it all lived up to, and even exceeded, my high expectations[/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE]:
Crossed over into Idaho, just to see what it was like. A lot like WY and MT, at least in that northeastern corner. Beautiful country. A lotta people don't realize that Yello[SIZE=2]wstone NP is comprised [SIZE=2]of land in 3 different states, and Idaho is one of them. Ya just don't think "Idaho" when ya think "[SIZE=2]Yellows[SIZE=2]tone[SIZE=2],[SIZE=2]" or at le[SIZE=2]ast I didn't[SIZE=2]. Bu[SIZE=2]t now I do. [/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE]
In '96 there were no daytime speed limit[SIZE=2]s on certain stretch[SIZE=2]es of Mon[SIZE=2]tana [SIZE=2]hig[SIZE=2]hways. Naturally, I had to see what this was all about. My con[SIZE=2]clusion[SIZE=2]s are as follows: a heavily-[SIZE=2]loaded[SIZE=2], poorly-suspen[SIZE=2]ded pig of a bike like an X[SIZE=2]S11 makes for [SIZE=2]somewhat [SIZE=2]unsatisfying top-sp[SIZE=2]eed runs, e[SIZE=2]spe[SIZE=2]cially when y[SIZE=2]a[/SIZE] take into account the aerody[SIZE=2]n[SIZE=2]amics created by the [/SIZE][/SIZE]hug[SIZE=2]e Plexi-3 windscreen and c[SIZE=2]an[SIZE=2]vas saddleba[SIZE=2]g[/SIZE]s, bobbing away me[SIZE=2]rrily in[SIZE=2] the [SIZE=2]draft. It was interesting tho, in a [I]been there, done that, didn't[/I][SIZE=2][I]-get-the[/I][SIZE=2][I]-speedin[/I][SIZE=2][I]g-ticket[/I] ki[SIZE=2]nda way. I[SIZE=2]t would[SIZE=2]a [SIZE=2]been re[SIZE=2]all[SIZE=2]y fun to blast by the po-[SIZE=2]po do[SIZE=2]in a buck and change, but there were no po-[SIZE=2]po to be found. Where are they when ya need 'em?
[SIZE=2]I ate [SIZE=2]lu[SIZE=2]nch at a cafe there in Si[SIZE=2]lver Gate, and was enjoyin my s[SIZE=2]ammich when I hea[SIZE=2]rd the sound of hoo[SIZE=2]ves c[SIZE=2]li[SIZE=2]p-clopping down the street. It made me curious[SIZE=2], so I got up and looked out the screen door, and saw a full-grow[SIZE=2]n mo[SIZE=2]ose walking down the street. [I][B]"A mo[SIZE=2]ose[SIZE=2], a mo[SIZE=2]ose![SIZE=2]" [/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/B][/I][SIZE=2][SIZE=2][SIZE=2][SIZE=2]I cried out excitedly, and the waitress walked over, [SIZE=2]loo[SIZE=2]ked outside, nod[SIZE=2]ded her head, then stared at me like I wa[SIZE=2]s Bat Shit Crazy. Hey, what can I say--[SIZE=2]it'd be a real oddity to[/SIZE] have [SIZE=2]Bullwin[SIZE=2]kle[/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][SIZE=2] walkin [SIZE=2]down the street where I c[SIZE=2]ome from. Ya [SIZE=2]ain't in Kan[SIZE=2]sas anymore, Dorothy. [/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE]I believe that's Granite Peak behind me there. Yeah I had my rainsuit on, because I was so frikken cold[SIZE=2]; it was prolly 50-some-[SIZE=2]odd[/SIZE] degrees [SIZE=2]right here, and that was the [I][B]high. [/B][/I]In [SIZE=2]midsummer. Imagine that. [/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Naturally I had to see Dev[SIZE=2]il[SIZE=2]'s Tower, I had wanted to see it ever since I saw [I]Clo[SIZE=2]se Encounter[SIZE=2]s [/SIZE][/SIZE][/I][SIZE=2][SIZE=2]as a little kid. Lotsa people were up there climbing it[SIZE=2]--[/SIZE]not random dipwads, mind you, [B]skilled [/B]pe[SIZE=2]ople. [I][B]Adeptizoid[SIZE=2]s. [/SIZE][/B][/I][SIZE=2]It made for good spectating, and I ain't even [SIZE=2]into spectator sports.
[SIZE=2]The Black Hills of S. Dakota [SIZE=2]made for s[SIZE=2]tunningly good riding, and the roads were surprisingly lightly-trav[SIZE=2]elled. I say [SIZE=2]"surprisingly[SIZE=2]" because the [SIZE=2]Sturgis rally was kicking off, and I thought the roads would be packed with slow-ass Harley riders, but such was not the case. (They came over on the AD[SIZE=2]V[SIZE=2]trailer.) [/SIZE][/SIZE]I pulled into the parking lot at Mt. Rus[SIZE=2]hmore and met Monte Warne, owner of Boss Hoss [SIZE=2]Cycles in [SIZE=2]Dyersburg TN. He [B]rode [/B]out ther[SIZE=2]e from TN on one of his Chevy-V8[SIZE=2]-powered behemoths, and [SIZE=2]much to my [SIZE=2]surprise he was a fr[SIZE=2]iendly, down-to-earth guy, and asked me [SIZE=2]about my trip, all the while not laughi[SIZE=2]ng at my ragged[SIZE=2]y old bike with the duffel bags bungeed to [SIZE=2]the seat. [/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Naturally I had to see and experi[SIZE=2]ence the [SIZE=2]spectacle[/SIZE] that is Sturgis. I don't know quite [SIZE=2]what to think about what I saw there, but I will s[SIZE=2]ay this: the female flesh that was on display (and there was a [B]lot [/B]of it, in sheer quantity if not quality) was enough to make a man take a vow of celibacy. Those girls be lovin them some tater tots, and I ain't lyin. If yer the kinda guy that likes middle-age[SIZE=2]d, [SIZE=2]f[SIZE=2]ull-[SIZE=2]figured[/SIZE][/SIZE], whi[SIZE=2]te-[SIZE=2]trashy women with no shame or modest[SIZE=2]y, then Sturgis might well be just yer ticket. A[SIZE=2]s for me, I've been there, done that, got the T-shirt, and won't be returning. I [SIZE=2]met[/SIZE] a BMW rider on Main Stre[SIZE=2]et and asked him if I or my JapCrap bike would get messed with, and he [SIZE=2]took one look at my bike and said, [I]naw man, they won't mess with you, bec[SIZE=2]ause yer a [B]rider. [/B][/SIZE][/I][SIZE=2]A[SIZE=2]nd ya know what? Nobody messed with me. True story.[/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE]
[/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE]Headed over to Ba[SIZE=2]dlands NP, which was pretty nearly deserted. A bi[SIZE=2]g [SIZE=2]change from the crowded hustle and bustle of Sturgis. Found out that [SIZE=2]they called this place "Bad Lands[SIZE=2]" because they were so bad to cross with a horse and wagon. I always thought it was because the place was so inh[SIZE=2]ospitable. Although, I [SIZE=2]gotta tell ya, [SIZE=2]the area is[/SIZE] is [B]quite[/B] in[SIZE=2]h[SIZE=2]ospitable.
[SIZE=2]More[SIZE=2]'s coming, when I get a round tuit. In the meantime, [SIZE=2]check out this gazoonie who was ri[SIZE=2]ding his [B]motorcylce [/B]and [/SIZE]got his pic in [I]The Hopewell News:
you, my friend are a rider