Tuesday, September 21, 2021
The Columbus/Big Timber/Harlowton Loop
Sunday, September 5, 2021
Some Post-trip Musings - Part 4 - The Music
Saturday, September 4, 2021
Some Post-trip Musings - Part 3 - The Places
Friday, September 3, 2021
Some Post-trip Musings - Part 2 - The Routes and Riding
September 2, 2021
While thoughts are still fresh in the mind I wanted to record some random ideas, memories, and reflections about the routes I took and the whole feeling about life on the road with a motorcycle.
The decision to ride backroads and to avoid highways was made very early in the planning process. Having ridden the bike on the interstates in Montana, it reminded me that the experience of doing so is intense, anxiety-producing, and dangerous. It’s like a game where all the players are vying for the best position and one must be expert on passing and being passed. That lends itself to getting somewhere quickly, that is, the quantity, but totally lacks in the quality of ride I was looking for.
The freeways are called that because they are free of intersections, signal lights, and anything else that would impede forward motion. The opportunity for commerce is only found at interchanges and usually consists of well-known national or regional chains where the products are homogenous, safe, and predictable. This may be efficient, but adds no character to the travel experience.
The non-freeway option brings the traveler down to the people. The roads are less trafficked, the speed is slower, the range of smells goes beyond vehicle exhaust, and one gets a close up view of hundreds of villages, small towns and cities, and all that the localized commerce has to offer. Add to that, the rides between those places are surrounded, for the most part, by agriculture and, without a doubt, corn dominates what is being cultivated. Unlike traveling on “the slab,” riding on these smaller roads gives one the opportunity to see that vegetation up close. I stopped many times just to look at the plants and saw the browning of the tassels on ears of corn and the pods containing soybeans.
Choices of meals along the backroads are better than what is found on freeway off ramps and interchanges. As a vegetarian, there can be challenges, but, again, it is just part of the adventure. For example, I ate a breakfast at an excellent diner, literally in the middle of nowhere, listed as North Manchester, Indiana, at the intersection of roads 15 and 114, called Omegas Family Restaurant. I should have taken a photo when parked there but grabbed this one from Google Street view:
The food was excellent and the staff was like family, the kind of place where the wait staff calls you “honey.” The others there seemed to be regulars and no one seemed to mind that I sat there for a while, writing in my blog.
Later on the ride, my son and I stopped at this place that served up a big breakfast with a friendly and very outgoing server.
And the lunch at the 2-Feet Brewery in Bangor, Maine where I had an Absinthe IPA. Where else would I find something like that?
Part of the adventure of riding these back roads is finding one’s way. When riding the interstates it’s possible to hop on one of those numbered routes and travel through 5 states without changing the route number. With the backroads, the numbers change all the time. I might ride for 20-miles on a section road, make a right or left turn, travel a few miles, make another turn, generally heading in the right direction but rarely diagonally. Of course, this adds miles but the ride is not about getting to a certain destination in the least amount of time, it’s about seeing something different, finding curvy and twisty routes, and not knowing what is going to come next.
I used Google maps to guide me and learned some tricks in getting a route that avoids city centers. While I tell it to avoid the big highways, it can, and will, bring me through a city on surface streets rather than around it. To avoid that, I learned to set “waypoints,” that is, destinations along the way that it has to route through. If I’d done that before getting to Dubuque, I’d have avoided the tour of a not so nice part of town and the traffic that went along with it. But that is also part of the whole adventure, isn’t it?
And the roads….it’s about those roads. I would usually find myself on a 2-lane road with a dashed, yellow line down the middle and a white fog line on the right, but that was not always the case. The software would route me on a shorter path and I’d find myself heading down a local road with no lines and barely enough room for two vehicles to pass one another.
The road conditions were also variable. On some they’d be bumpy, on others there were pot holes to avoid, but the roads were usually pretty good for riding. We look for the routes that have the most interesting curves because that’s what riding a sport/tour motorcycle is all about. Plus, they provide great photo opportunities.
One consideration for riders is the lack of gas stops on these less-beaten paths. It’s something to consider but my bike’s tank holds over 6-gallons and I get about 55 miles to the gallon so I can always find a stop before panic sets in. At one point, when I was with my son who is riding a BMW, he had gassed up and I, for some reason, didn’t and I later got to see my gas gauge drop to one bar and then see that bar start flashing. I think the indicator on the dash said I had something like 40-miles left when we found a fuel stop but there was still lots of gas slashing around in the tank.
One concern while riding is the danger presented by drivers who can’t see the bike or make some foolish maneuver. In the over-6,000 miles I traveled, I didn’t really encounter anything that would be considered a close call. There was one situation where I was merging into some traffic and, although I had the “Yield” sign, I thought I was ahead on the oncoming cars and a pickup disagreed and gave me the horn. OK, I’ll own that one. Overall, and part of this is due to riding backroads with little traffic, I never felt like I was in danger, or unsafe, unlike riding the streets of Billings, MT.
I only felt that my riding skill set was challenged to the extreme twice along the way. One was when crossing the Mackinac Bridge. Strong crosswinds with gusts, coupled with the additional challenge of riding over steel grating, was unnerving but a great learning experience and raised my level of confidence once I’d made it to the other side. The other challenge was not too long after that when I was in northern Minnesota and the rain became a very heavy downpour with flooding of the streets and one short burst of hydroplaning. The fun of riding had completely left the day, but as I rode, I took mental notes on what was happening and how the bike was handling to turn this into another one of those teachable moments. My confidence level, not that it’s all digested yet, is much higher and I feel ready for future experiences with inclement weather and steel grating.
Road construction is certainly one of the realities of riding in the summer. I don’t really mind the occasional stop for the flagman controlling the one-lane traffic but I am not crazy about riding through loose gravel or those grooved highways awaiting a fresh layer of asphalt. Again, experience erases anxiety and with lots of construction along the way I was afforded lots of practice.
I suppose one of the biggest fears of any rider is dropping their bike. The only thing that makes that worse is dropping it with witnesses. I only had one experience where that almost happened. It was hot out and I’d backed into a parking space where I was going to to grab a sandwich. It appeared that the parking lot had recently been seal-coated and I didn’t anticipate that the new surface would be as slippery as it was. I dropped the kickstand and put my right foot down and it immediately started sliding away from me. I instinctively tightened up every muscle and tendon to keep from going down and, while I was successful in preventing the disaster, I also knew “That’s gonna hurt.” Luckily, no damage but I did feel a twinge later in the day.
The Butt and Hands
Anyone who rides distance will tell you about issue related to the butt and hands. Hanging on to the handlebars for hours at a time and keeping the throttle grip open will take its toll. It’s like inducing a repetitive motion injury and numbness, tingling, and pain are not uncommon. For me, the presence of electronic cruise control was one of the selling features for me with this bike. I get up to speed, hit the cruise button, push the paddle switch down to set it, and it locks to that speed perfectly. To disconnect, a light tap of the brakes, or the clutch, or the cruise button, or turning the throttle all the way down will take care of that. While riding with it on, the paddle switch can be tapped up or down to increase or decrease speed as needed. Instead of keeping a tight grip on the throttle, I can just let my hand rest on it.
I also increased the diameter of my grips by adding a slip-on, foam product called the “Grip Puppy.” The increased diameter of the grip seems to reduce the amount of force needed to hang on to it. My grips are also heated which feels great when chilly out but can also just give the hands a bit of heat therapy.
The issue of the seat on the bike is probably a bigger issue among other owners. Few would say that the stock seat is a wonderful thing and from my reading on the forums, I’d say that a custom seat upgrade is the most popular add on. The seats are not inexpensive, ranging from about $500 to $700 and, in most cases, they build the custom seat on the bike’s existing “seat pan,” the plastic frame that attaches the seat to the motorcycle. Even if I wanted to do that, I am not going to ship my seat pan off for the 6-weeks or so that it would take during the season when I can ride. That would be a better project for the winter.
My experience tells me that my butt, on the stock seat, is good for about 150-180 miles and then it feels like the tailbone is suffering permanent damage. I made two versions of a custom seat pad, one with foam and one with gel, and while there was improvement, it wasn’t that great. Some riders said that they got by with an air-filled pad called the AirHawk so I decided to give it a try. At less than $100 it is certainly less than a custom seat and worth a shot. The trick is to not over-inflate them. Just blow enough air in it, get it on the bike, sit on it, and then let the air out slowly until the butt is about 1/2-inch off the seat. The company guarantees that it will double the mileage that one can do in a day and, after getting used to it, they are correct.
My last day of the trip was well-over 500-miles and my rear felt just fine. I don’t know if I’d go for a custom seat at this point.
Taking breaks are key to doing any long distance trips, whether in the car or on a bike. For me, 100-miles is a good stopping point. Get off the bike, walk around, get a drink of water, stretch, and rub the rear a bit.
Head Protection
Another aspect of riding are the bugs. Yes, I hit that plague of grasshoppers in North Dakota but aside from that, a motorcycle still collects a fair number of bugs along the way. Whether to do a daily cleaning or wait until the ride is over is a controversy I won’t delve into but I bring up the bug issue as it relates to wearing a helmet. The whole helmet issue is EXTREMELY controversial in the riding community and is probably the most divisive one there is. Some claim that laws requiring a helmet encroaches on their personal freedoms as riding without one makes them feel free. Back in the day, like 40-years ago, I’d ride without one from time to time but, now, I am a helmet wearer and, for me, it’s ATGATT (All The Gear, All The Time.)
Not only will a helmet protect my head in case I get off the bike while doing speed, it also protects me from the bugs, especially the big ones. My windshield does a pretty good job of either catching or deflecting most insects but my face shield and the helmet itself still pick up a fair number of splats. But what the helmet really protects me from are those big bugs that seem to dive straight down on me, like really big bugs the size of bumblebees or larger. I have had them hit the helmet with a loud “ping” that jerks my head back a little. Without the protection of a helmet, that’d leave a mark.
Another level of protection that the helmet provides is that it reduces the noise level that my ears are exposed to. I already have tinnitus, that constant ringing or buzzing in the ears that comes from age, rock concerts, construction noise, and other forms of abuse they have suffered and I don’t want to add to it. I wear a Shoei GT Air II helmet that had pretty good sound ratings, especially in terms of sound that the helmet itself can add. I also wear some foam earplugs that give me a little more protection and they don’t hinder my hearing the navigation commands or the music that plays over my headphones.
And, of course, with my head being follically challenged, the helmet keeps the sun off, just another way it adds protection. Getting on the bike without the helmet feels as naked as driving a car without a seatbelt.
A final thought regarding age and riding…I started riding when I was about 18 (not counting the years on mini bikes before that) and I rode for 2 years before being called up for military service. When I returned and bought another bike, I did 50,000-miles over the next 8-years which included 2 cross country road trips. Then there was a 37-year break. Now that I am back to it, what differences do I notice?
Aside from the fact that my 2021 Yamaha FJR1300ES is quite a bit more bike than my old ‘66 Honda 305 or my ‘76 Honda CB750, I am aware of being WAY more cautious than in the past. In those old days I would get on anything with two-wheels and just go. I wasn’t a crazy rider. I didn’t pop wheelies. I didn’t speed (much). I just liked to ride. When I returned to it, I was acutely aware that I was, I’ll fully admit it, scared. It took a while to get my riding legs back under me, something this trip facilitated, and I attribute much my reticence to wisdom that comes with age.
As a former high school teacher, one thing I learned about the young is their sense of invincibility, fearlessness, and impulsiveness. Luckily, I have moved beyond those feelings and approach these new challenges with respect for the fragility of the human body, knowledge of how long it takes to heal, and a healthy distrust for anyone behind the wheel of a car. Sometimes I find myself overthinking the physics of how the motorcycle is handling. I initially thought I had to reconnect with the bike, become at one with it but now I find that it is the road that I need to be at one with and the bike is just a tool that allows me to do that.
Riding while older is still fun. It’s exciting. It’s head-clearing. I’m very happy that I’ve returned to it.
Wednesday, September 1, 2021
Some Post-trip Musings - Part 1 - Equipment
Now that I’ve returned from my Summer of 2021 Odyssey, I want to write down a few thoughts, not so much to share with others, which is fine, but so I have them recorded where I can easily find them and to remind me about things for next time. Yes, there will be a next time.
The first couple days back were focused on getting the bike unpacked, everything in the laundry, the tent cleaned, dried, and repacked, and all the stuff I’d otherwise brought with me put away: tools, camp stove, mess kit, fuel bottle, etc. I did create a box for stuff and labeled it “Motorcycle Camping” so I won’t have to spend as much time rounding things up for my next trip.
The Clean Up
The bike itself was filthy, especially from the plague of grasshoppers I was smited by in North Dakota.
I probably spent 6 hours just doing the cleaning. I hadn’t cleaned it at all during the trip and even though I rode through some pretty heavy rains, the corpses of bugs clung to their dying spots tenaciously. I tried hydrogen peroxide, dish soap, hot water, and, finally, some Rain-X Bug and Tar remover. It came down to multiple washings and lots of elbow grease. Where the bugs were finally removed from the fairing, they left some rough spots that were erased with some Meguire’s Scratch and Blemish Remover. I couldn’t believe how messy the bugs have been as even the front wheel rim was coated.
There was a sizable number of dead bugs covering the radiator so I spent some time figuring out how to remove its plastic guard so I could brush all the bits and pieces away. This entailed removal of the horn and some of the bolts that hold the left side and center/bottom fairings in place. All went well and now I feel better about the radiator getting a full flow of air.
Thoughts on Equipment
There is no better time than unpacking to look at what I brought and never used as well as thinking about what I should have brought. I had both side cases packed as well as my duffle bag and really didn’t have room for anything else that I’d pick up along the way. As I went through everything I had these thoughts:
A chair - Instead of bringing my 3-legged stool that I use for sketching in the field, a friend loaned me a collapsible chair. It was nice since it has a back on it but I think I’d leave that type of thing behind next time. Every place I camped had a picnic table and at the end of the day’s ride I want to write in my blog and I feel better sitting up at a table and writing on my iPad than sitting back in a chair.
Tools - I brought plenty and would reduce it by half. If the bike breaks down it would probably need more than a set of tools to fix it. The small set of hex wrenches, a few metric sockets and a ratchet, a few combo metric wrenched and a screwdriver or two is about all I would ever need. Zip ties, a knifes, and a few other items come in handy if camping.
Cooking - My MSR stove (circa 1979) worked great and I’d take it again if camping. I’d planned to prepare some meals but after picking up some instant oatmeal for mornings and Backpackers Pantry meals for dinner, I’m sold on them. All I have to do is boil water and there is no clean up. The little mess kit I brought works great but a small pot holder would come in handy as would a small silpat to set the stove on when cooking.
Clothing - I probably brought 50% more than what I needed. I was able to do laundry at my son’s place in Pittsburgh both ways and I certainly could just go to a laundromat otherwise. Compression shorts were the key, along with the air cushion, to reducing butt fatigue. When I switched to them, no more hot spots. I did wish I’d brought a sweatshirt as one more layer would have been nice on those cold mornings. I had my summer mesh jacket with its rain liner in as a windbreaker but it really wasn’t enough, even with 2 long sleeve t-shirts under that. Of course, if I brought my other touring jacket, it has a thermal liner which would have worked fine.
Running clothes - I could have done fine with just the boots I wear when I ride but, as a regular runner, I couldn’t go for 3-weeks without a run and I wasn’t going to run in those boots. That means bringing my running shoes. I was able to squeeze them into my duffle bag along with socks, shorts and a shirt but the problem was that I ran in the mornings and the shoes usually came back wet and, sometimes, sandy or muddy. Repacking them that way, I needed to isolate them from the rest of my dry stuff. The dry stuff was in a big plastic garbage bag in the duffle because that bag itself isn’t totally waterproof. I put the shoes in plastic bags, which works, but after a day of riding that way they get a bit ripe. I think strapping them outside the duffle with my cargo net would work but I had other stuff under that. Reducing overall cargo would free that up for the shoes.
Rain gear - I had the rain liner for my mesh jacket which worked but the jacket only goes to the upper hips so water runs down to the upper parts of my pants. I’d brought the rain liner for my touring paints and pulled those on over my Levis but they fit like chaps and don’t cover what is getting wet from the jacket’s runoff. I think a dedicated rain suit might be the solution, even if I just get the bottoms. As long as they come up over the waist they should do the job.
Other Items
I’d brought my sketchbook and except for while I was waiting for my son at his doctor’s office, I didn’t sketch a thing. The trip was about riding and I didn’t spend much time in one spot. By the end of the day, time was devoted to setting up camp, drinking a beer, writing the blog, and getting dinner made. The sketchbook doesn’t take much room but it might get left the next time. I have Procreate on my iPad and an Apple Pencil so if I feel the urge, I can sketch with that.
I brought my cooling vest and never used it. It wasn’t as hot as it had been in Billings before I left and when we did encounter heat, it was so humid I doubt that the vest would have provided much relief.
My air mattress worked great until it developed a leak with a couple days left on the trip. It had a patch kit but the prospect of finding the leak while on the road dissuaded me from even looking for it. When I got home I found it and applied the patches that came with it and they didn’t work due to the leak location, in a seam. I ordered the better patch solution, a glue-based one, and will take that along next time. Update: the patch kit didn't work and I could see what I thought was a manufacturing defect. I contacted the company and they sent me a new mattress.
My sleeping bag, the same one I used in 1979, worked great although I was a bit chilled the last two mornings. I might consider taking a warmer one next time depending on the the season and where I am going or, perhaps a flannel sheet to line it.
The Marmot tent worked great. No issue and no complaints.
I’d brought a quart of oil and I’d leave that behind next time. If I need oil I’d just buy some on the road, even if it wasn’t my preferred YamaLube.
My big Rand-McNally road atlas was worth bringing but I think I’d look for a slightly smaller version. I do like to have a paper map spread out in front of me when planning even though I ride with route instructions coming from my phone.
The electronics I took worked out great. I had my iPhone, iPad, Cardo helmet communications, and my Kindle. It was a bit of a challenge to keep them all charged but I got a system figured out eventually. I made up a cable that plugs into my battery tender connection and that goes into my tank bag. On the end of it I have 2 USB ports. I can charge my phone while riding as well as my Anker extra battery. Later in the day, usually about 3pm, the Cardo signals low battery and I have a cable that can run under my jacket up to my helmet to keep that charged. Keeping the iPad charged is a bit more challenging. It rides in a side case and if I don’t have electricity where I stay for the night, I have to ration the charge it has. I can charge it off my Anker battery but it would pretty much drain it. In the future, I may look at running a charging cable to the side case where it rides. I never had to recharge the Kindle. I have a charging port in my glove box and the Anker battery fits in there but I had some times where it was in there all day and it never charged. It might be the USB adapter. Something to check out.
I should say something more about the Cardo PackTalk Bold unit. This small device attaches to the outside of my helmet and is connected to both a microphone and a pair of headphone inside the helmet. The primary feature is that it allows riders with similar units to talk to each other while on the road. This worked out great when I was riding with my son from Pittsburgh to Maine and back because we could talk about road conditions, things we see along the way, and anything else that comes to mind while we are riding. That’s worth the cost of the unit but that is not all it does. It automatically connects to my phone through Bluetooth and I can stream music to my helmet and operate the player by voice commands: music on/off, volume up/down, next/previous song, etc. It also interfaces to the phone feature so with a Siri command I told it to call my wife and we had conversations while I’m riding. The only glitchy part is that I haven’t totally figured out the whole “Hey, Siri” sequence. It works but I think there’s a trick in terms of how quickly the command has to be said. The handiest feature is that it connects to the Google maps routing feature so it will drop the volume on the music, if it’s playing any, and tell you to turn right at the next corner, etc., removing the need to look at a map or routing instructions. I’ll write about the music feature in a separate posting.
The 2 half gallon water jugs that I brought using custom holders on the passenger foot pegs worked out fine. However, one was set up with a drinking tube and a bite valve and that was more trouble than it was worth. I stopped often enough and pulled my helmet off so I could drink from the pint bottle I carried in my tank bag. The 1/2 gallon container on the other side was useful in terms of volume, but I think I’d just replace it with 2 quart/liter size Nalgene bottlse that I’d carry in a side case. I only camped in a couple places that didn’t have water.
One item I’d definitely bring next time is an inflatable pillow. In the old days I’d just roll up my jacket but the ones we use today have armor in the elbows, shoulders, and back so they don’t make a very comfortable head rest.
The Rok Straps I brought were awesome. They are so much better than bungee cords or regular tie-downs. I had three pairs of 42” straps and could have used one pair that was longer. I’ve ordered one that is 60” for next time.
Other than those thoughts, equipment worked out well and I never felt I was short of anything.
The bike itself, the main piece of equipment was stellar. Except for the weird cruise control issue on the last day, which seemed to resolve itself, I have no complaints or desires about it. It has plenty of power, gets excellent gas mileage, handles great, provides good protection from the wind, and is quiet. The grip heaters and the cruise control were my favorite features.
I’ve done some research on the cruise control problem. I initially called the local dealer to see if I could bring it in but their next appointment is in October. So, I got on one of the FJR Owners forums and posted the problem and a knowledgeable guy explained what could have caused it and suggested that, like my son did, that it’s probably OK since it works now. The ECU has probably saved the error code which is why the engine warning light is still illuminated. I would need to plug in an OBD2 reader to get the code and reset the light. Luckily, I just acquired a reader with a car we got and only need an adapter cable that will allow it to be connected to the bike. I ordered one and it should be here next week. In the meantime, everything is running fine. Update: I was able to read the code. It referenced the inertial unit locate behind the rear seat. I keep my tire repair kit there and it's possible that it pushed against the unit when hitting a bump in the road. The service manual indicated that the code problem would effect running and starting and since that never happened, it's a fluke. I cleared the code and all it well. I will bring the reader and the adapter on the next trip. I bought the service manual from Yamaha and scanned its chapters into PDFs and have it in the cloud and on the iPad.)
That covers what I wanted to cover in this entry. In a coming post I want to write some thoughts about the route and some of the nuts and bolts about life on the road.
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