2007 US Grand Prix via Glacier National Park (Part 1).

For the past couple of July’s I have made the trip to Laguna Seca for the annual U.S. Grand Prix that is held in Laguna Seca. This year I had a wedding to attend in lovely Elko, Nevada. From there I wanted to go to Glacier National Park then catch the coast to Monterey, Ca.

This year I went with a friend of mine instead of going it alone like I normally do. This was a departure for me especially because my buddy has never been on a long tour like this one. This raised some concerns as I knew I would have to keep a pretty tight schedule as I had some roads in mind for this trip. Well, my route did change several times throughout the ride. Our final route looked like this:

Almost 4000 miles worth of riding represented there. It was overall a good ride but not what I expected. We ended up having to run more slab than I originally expected and I learned that Southern Idaho and Eastern Montana are not as exciting as I thought they might be.
I also ran out of gas not once but twice! To my defense, the Multi does not have a completely functional fuel gauge. This is a known issue and has been fixed in later models. It has to do with the shape of the gas tank and the placement of the sensor in the tank. I try to use my odometer but if I don’t fill it up 100% then that method does not work. By 100% I mean that fuel is in the neck and getting ready to spill out on my tank.

We had two parameters that we had to work around. The first was that I had to be at a wedding in Elko on Sunday. The second was that Seth had to be in Laguna Seca sometime on Thursday to offload a bike he that was being displayed by Yamaha. The bad part was that he was not sure of what time he had to be back which meant that we had to be really, really flexible on the front end in case we had to bullet down to Monterey. I really, really wanted to hit the roads up in NorCal (especially 3 and 36) and I would have been really, really bummed out if we had missed those.

The first couple of parts of the trip were uneventful. We took 395 to Reno and spent the night and next day there. After a nice ride up at Tahoe we had a BBQ for with some family and friends of ours which was just like old times. We used to have friends over all the time in Reno but since moving to San Diego our social life has quieted dramatically. Here is a little pic of me hamming it up (that is Brett and little Kyle in the picture along with Atlas):

The next morning we got up and it was off to Elko! Missy grew up in Elko and although the bride and groom no longer live there they still have family in that area. Elko is a small mining town in Eastern Nevada. The countryside there is really desolate from the freeway and I would never have thought to stop there. It is one of those places that you have to know about to derive and beauty from. What I mean is that if you drove by it on I-80 you would just think “wow, that place sucks”. But, if you go off the beaten path a bit and away from the freeway you can actually find some beauty. In this case it was in Lamoille. If I wasn’t taken there I would never have known about it. The lesson to be had is never be scared to explore!

The next day we headed out for Idaho and eventually Yellowstone. Southern Idaho is boooooring. Really, really boring. We did go through “Craters of the Moon” National Monument which provided a really eerie landscape. It is amazing to see anything growing in that volcanic soil. I did find out that it is part of the same volcanic source as the one that feeds Yellowstone though.

We stopped in the little town of Arco in Idaho for lunch. Weird little town. I can’t imagine living somewhere so “middle of nowhere”. Now, that is not meant to be an insult because I am sure a lot of folks want to live somewhere isolated but I would miss all that I get from a big city. We stopped at this little place for lunch. Not big on service and their food was merely ok but when you are hungry in a strange town what can you do? Note that the high school graduating classes put the year they graduated in the hill overlooking the town. I have seen that a couple of times but it is not that common. Some of the dates went back to the late twenties. Wow, I can only imagine what the town was like back then!

The first time the road got really interesting was when we got into the Idaho Falls area. As you head Eastbound you pass through some beautiful farmland on the way to the Teton mountain range. We took Hwy 33 which turns into 22 in Wyoming. Great road! The traffic was not heavy when we were on it but it does drop down into Jackson so I would imagine that it gets some great tourist traffic on it at times. And not the fast type of tourists but the slow ones. When we got into Jackson we could feel the money and snobbery right away. Some towns just have that feel. You know the type. Once they were rugged places that were well kept secrets and now they are capitalizing on their success with Starbucks on every corner and “themes”. Sedona, Az was one of those places and this was another. I did see a guy on a Cagiva pull into the same gas station as us. Did he wave or say hi? Nope. The only other guy riding an Italian bike in the state and not even a basic greeting from the rider. Probably went out and sold the bike right after seeing me too.

It was getting late unfortunately which meant (a) we had to bullet through Grand Teton National Park and Yellowstone, and (b) the picture taking was not to be had. The sun was setting but was still high enough to cause too much glare for any good pictures to come out. I did get this great shot of Jackson Lake though:

The clouds had been threatening all afternoon but finally hit us when we got halfway through Yellowstone. I took this shot on the Continental Divide as we were getting more gear on:

I took this one of some guy fly fishing because I liked the shot and thought it looked relaxing. In the background are the some geysers. There is a lot of thermal activity in this area and I wish that we had more time to explore but it was getting late and we just wanted to settle in for the night.

We ended up staying just on the West side of Yellowstone. It was really pricey but was just outside the park so we expected the cost. Our day ended with a nice meal of pizza and beer. Good pizza too…wish I remembered the name of that place. Well, it is a small town and I am sure I can find it again if need be.

We had some time to make up so we did the bullet run on 191 to the 90. From there we took 287 to the 15. We caught the “state recreation highway” exit off of that to break up the monotony. Well, we definitely had some excitement. The road we were on was pretty dirty and Seth nailed a HUGE rock and bent his rim. After some road testing he figured out that it was good to go and we just kept on motoring with his bent rim. We were out in the middle of nowhere so if the rim had been really bad then we would have been SOL. Luckily, that was not the case and we were able to keep moving. That is a definite risk associated with both owning a “small brand” bike and riding out in the middle of nowhere. But the rewards greatly outweigh the risks!

We also stopped in lovely Agusta, Montana for lunch at this place:

Unless you like crappy service and being hassled by the local law authority I would avoid this place. I dunno what it was but there were a couple of cops having lunch and they would not stop staring at me. Maybe it was my tattoo. Maybe it was because we pulled up on motorcycles. Maybe it was because we weren’t from around there. I dunno but it sucked. There were two nice older ladies who talked to us though. Guess where they were from? SoCal! So far the friendliest people that we met were from California. Ironic considering that we visited all kinds of small towns that should have been friendly. Oh well.
Late in the afternoon we made it to Glacier National Park. We found a honey of a road going there though. I mean this road was absolutely amazingly fun! It was 49 between East Glacier and highway 89. It is rough in parts (really rough) and has some loose gravel but those sections are clearly marked. This was definitely my favorite road up until then. We ended up taking a couple of passes on it on our way into the park. Here is the view looking into the park and Two Medicine Lake:

Glacier NP was absolutely amazing! We were on “Going to the Sun Road” from east to west which meant we started in the mountains and worked our way down. The traffic was there but not too terribly bad considering it was the height of the tourist season. The next few pics are from there:

Note the haze in the background. That is smoke from a nearby fire that was still being contained. The smoke caused a lot of haze and even kept us from seeing the mountains on our approach.

We stopped at the International Peace Park to take a break and found some new friends. Eventually they had to be “shoo’d” away as they were getting really daring.

Obligatory “one of these things is not like the other” shot:

The road follows the line of the mountain as you can see from the shot below. It was a really, really cool road and would be a lot of fun at speed and devoid of cars!

The road got pretty busy and we found ourselves just stopping and hanging out a few times to wait for the traffic to stop. I took these three shots as we were leaving the park:

We spent the night in Kalispell, Montana and had good pizza and beer at a local bar. The bartender was a motorcyclist too and we talked about the local roads and about racing and Laguna Seca. Nice guy.

Bryce Canyon, Zion, then homeward bound

Sunday was going to be a long day. Over 700 miles and we planned on hitting Bryce and Zion National Parks. I rode back with Steve who from here in San Diego. In fact he lives in North Park so we are almost neighbors! Our goal was to hit both national parks then figure out after Zion our return route. We could either take all back roads or a combination of back roads and highway. We could also just slab it the whole way but that is never really an option.

We left bright and early (6am) and headed over the summit and had breakfast at a little place in Escalante. I can’t tell if they were trying to be charming or not but the menu included a little item called “housewives goal” which was cottage cheese and fruit. That kinda stuff only goes over in these small towns out in BFE. The food was just ok which sucks because I am not a breakfast person. Which means if I get up early for breakfast I want to enjoy it. Oh well.

We got to Bryce before the crowd and this is a sample of what we encountered:

I would love to go back to Bryce sometime and hike around. There are a ton of trails that go through the formations and it just looks really cool. It is getting too hot now but in the spring or fall the area would be great!

Our next stop was Zion. I really didn’t get too far within the park though. The one bad thing about being on a schedule is that you don’t get to fully enjoy the parks that you visit. But, what I saw was gorgeous albeit a bit on the warm side. Here are some pictures from Zion:

There is a really long tunnel that goes through the rock face. In the tunnel they have created “windows” which is what you see below. The irony is that you can’t stop in the tunnel and therefore cannot really enjoy them.

After leaving the park we slabbed it on the 15 through Az and Nevada. We then did the bullet run through the Mojave Preserve. What a fun little road that is! This took us eventually to the 10 then the 215 then the 15. I got home around 10ish and was exhausted!

But it was well worth it. Over the course of the weekend I got to ride some really varied terrain and see some wonderful sights. I also went through 4 National Parks (even if it was at a rapid pace!) and saw some of our nation’s treasures. I am always amazed at the variety of terrain and geography that is available to me in a relatively small area. I can go from forest to desert in no time flat. I started at the ocean, went through the desert, rode though the mountains, through the desert, and back to the ocean. What a great ride with some great people. It really does not get much better than that!

If you are interested in seeing the rest of the pics from the trip they can be found here.

james

Highway 12 and The Burr Trail

The next day I woke up, had breakfast and headed over to the Wonderland where most of the other riders were staying. There I met up with Scott who I know from a Multistrada specific forum. We decided to ride on 12 some more and ride on The Burr Trail. The Burr Trail takes you through a beautiful canyon and ends up turning into a dirt road leading into Capital Reef National Park.

These are some random pics of the canyon:

Highway 12 was considerably more fun to ride in the day than at night. Being able to see the road and not having to worry about hitting a dear meant that I could actually relax and ride. We had lunch at a little cafe in Escalante (where they had just a little home BBQ grill that they used to cook our food on) then headed back.

We stopped at a little coffee shop that was built into the canyon and shot this picture of our view:

Here are just some random pictures from the rest of our ride:

We had a big dinner at Wonderland and I had the chance to meet even more riders from the club. It is always nice to be able to put a face to the name. For me that makes forums much more interesting than just anonymous message boards.

Well, the next day we headed home but not before hitting both Bryce Canyon and Zion National Parks. That will be the subject of my next post.

Reefer Madness Part 3

The rest of the day was a blur of speed and desert. I continued through Arizona and into Utah. The strange thing is that what I noticed the most was the change in bike types as I crossed over. Almost immediately I noticed that I was not the only rider on a touring or sport bike. I don’t know why the change occurred or why touring bikes are more popular in Utah than in Arizona but for some reason they seem to be. Maybe it is because that area gets more out of state riders than Arizona does.

In any case I found southern Utah to be really pretty at first glance. Here are a couple of shots:

I was really hoping to make it to Torrey in the daylight but that was not to be. I could have made it had there not been an accident on 89 but there was so I didn’t. Highway 12 leading into Torrey from 89 takes you over some really beautiful and fun terrain. It crosses over some mountains and takes you as high as 9600 feet. Well, that makes for a fun ride in the day but not so much at night. A combination of really dark night and plenty of deer on the road meant that I took this road at a blistering 50 mph. But even that felt fast at times. I saw both deer and elk on the road in abundant numbers. In fact I was really surprised to see as many as I did. So between the cold of mountain night and the nervousness (and fear) that the wildlife provided I was unable to relax for that entire ride. I got into my hotel about 10:30 that night and took a really long, hot shower and celebrated my safe arrival!

When I awoke this is what the area around the hotel looked like:

Reefer Madness Continued

After spending the night in Flagstaff I went out to the Grand Canyon. This was my first visit there and was struck by how hidden it was when approaching from the south side. If you did not know it was there you would not even see it until you were right up on it. In fact the topography on the southern side does not even give away a hint of it. I was absolutely impressed by the sheer vastness of it. Luckily it was not crowded at all and I was able to look around without stepping over people. Here are some pics:

This picture was taken from the eastern side of the canyon:

I took this picture as a study in contrasts. All of these bikes rode here from different areas of the country. The two bikes in the foreground rode in from Arkansas. They were two-up too which impressed the heck out of me.

Leaving the park I headed up 89 through Alt 89 and enjoyed more of the desert. Here the terrain held many canyons. This picture was taken just outside the park. I tried to find a better vantage point but they were all taken up by vendors trying to sell you Indian stuff (dreamcatchers, art, etc).

This next picture depressed me. All of this beautiful and dramatic scenery and it is not taken care of:

I stopped for lunch in a little place called Cameron. Essentially it was merely a rest stop with gas station, gift shop, and restaurant but it was much, much nicer than I thought it would be. Tacky yes. But well kept up. This lunch ended up costing me a LOT more time than I originally thought that it would though as there was an accident of the north end of the bridge crossing the canyon. There as an old bridge just to the west that I thought about using but it was gated off. Here is that old bridge:

The highway was closed for two hours and when it finally opened I took advantage of the police being tied up and sped ahead. One thing that I did learn was that I don’t want to break down in Northern AZ. There was a couple who was broken down and nobody would stop for them. I stopped but they only spoke Spanish which made it interesting. I was able to struggle through though and sent them down the road to a auto parts store. I wish them luck and hope they were able to get the part that they needed.

Heading on Alt 89 took me over the Navajo Bridges. These crossed a young Colorado River and was just south of Glen Canyon. There I took these shots:

I was amazed at how the bridge was connected to the rock face. What an engineering feat that is!

To be continued…

Reefer Madness

No, not what you think. I recently headed up to southern Utah for a gathering of Ducati ST and Multistrada owners. This one was hosted in Torrey, Utah (near Capital Reef National Park). This event was actually hosted by Gary Eagan who is a pretty well known rider in long distance circles. I had never been to Utah so I was not sure of what to expect. I planned a route that took me through the California desert, into the Arizona mountains, through the Grand Canyon, and onto Utah. My route looked like this:

Day 1.

This day started around 9am. I know, I know, late start but I wanted to hang out with Atlas a bit before I took off. Previously I had cracked the frame that holds my windshield so I actually just decided to ride without one. I did a test run and the wind did not seem overly strong. My first leg was going to take me through Borrego Springs, to the Salton Sea, then to Brawley. This is what the terrain around Borrego Springs looks like:

I fueled up in Brawley and took the 78 through the desert. I came across these sand dunes. All I can say is WOW! It was amazing seeing that much sand. Not just dirt but actual sand like you would expect in the Sahara or even at the beach.

I have a love/hate relationship with the desert. While I would not want to live in it again I do find that it holds a certain attractiveness. The solitude that it provides can be soothing to me. That being said, taking the highway through the desert (I15, I10, I8) is just torture. But, you can always find a back road to take that provides a much more interesting experience that the interstate is lacking.

I took 78 to 95 and headed north to Parker, Az. Parker is right on the Colorado River and it was amazing seeing the contrast that strip of water provides. This is the bridge that crosses the river from California to Arizona.

I stopped for gas in a little town called Hope. They sold T-shirts that read “Now your beyond Hope” (sic). I am not sure if they were trying to be ironic in their misspelling or if they just don’t know how to spell. Maybe they printed the shirts, realized the misspelling but just decided to let it go. In any case I found it humorous.

Past this point the road began to get interesting. In fact from Congress on it got pretty fun. The highway is 89 and if you are ever up in Arizona I would highly recommend taking this road. In fact, I can’t imagine living in Az and not riding that road on a weekly basis. Although I suppose it would get boring over time. For me it was a blast. This is an example of the road and it is hard to believe this is Arizona:

One thing that I did notice was that I was the sole rider on (a) anything resembling a sport-bike and (b) the only rider wearing a helmet. I don’t understand not wanting to wear a helmet but I suppose that not wearing a helmet is a symbol of their freedom. Oddly enough I find that wearing a helmet actually gives me a better sense of freedom than not wearing one. In any case I ride in a “sporty” manner and kept my helmet on the whole time.

I rode through Sedona, AZ also. I have really mixed feelings about Sedona. It is a really, really beautiful area. I mean it is just gorgeous. It helps that I was riding there in the late afternoon so I had the benefit of better lighting than if I had ridden through midday. One thing that did disappoint me was just how fake it was though. It felt as if I was riding through Orange County, CA instead of Arizona. Everything was high end and every place wanted to sell you something. Yuck. But, once you headed north through town you went through some more beautiful countryside. Here are a couple of shots just outside of Sedona:

I continued up to Flagstaff, AZ and spent the night there.

To be continued….

Eureka the fast (yet slow) way

I just got back from Eureka, Ca. Well, Fortuna to be exact but I didn’t think anyone would have heard of that town. The purpose of my visit was all fun. A forum that I frequent (sport-touring.net) has a twice yearly meet-up for the different regions. Being in California I am, of course, in the West Coast region. This year the spring meeting was held up in Fortuna. I will post up the route we took a little later when I have an opportunity to fire up my mapping software. For now here are some pics:

I met up with a couple of riders down here in SD for the ride up north. One of the bikes (no names to protect the innocent but it wasn’t mine) had trouble starting and we had to do some pushing to get it to go. We were meeting up with a few folks from LA and riding up to the bay area (to attend a dinner). This is our motley crew:

Here are just some of the roads that we took:

We don’t care what the sign says!

This is what it ended up looking like:

It was a little bit hairy but not too bad overall.

I can’t believe some of the roads that we went on. I say “fast yet slow” because while the roads were fast, they took us the long way which meant it was pretty slow going. We finally had to hit 101 when we arrived at Paso Robles in order to make it to Dublin, Ca in time for dinner. Thank goodness we can lane split in California! After dinner I rode up to Santa Rosa in order to get a new rear tire. For some strange reason mine was totally worn out after the day’s run! My plan was to get my new tire and then hook up with my riding partners somewhere on the 1 (I knew they were taking that route).

I gotta give huge props to Moto Meccanica in Santa Rosa.  Those guys not only gave me a fair price on a rear tire they also got me out of there in 20 minutes with no notice. What great guys! This is their shop:

They had a TON of bikes in there. I was incredibly impressed with their selection:

From Santa Rosa I headed up north a bit and took 128 to Boonville then Mountain View Road to Hwy 1. Here is what Mountain View Road looks like:

It was an amazing stretch of asphalt. But, just when I thought I was safe I hit a patch of gravel as I was stopping at the intersection of Mountain View Road and Hwy 1. The result was this:

Well, luckily I was fine and the damage was primarily cosmetic. What can you do?

The rest of the guys caught up with me shortly after this happened. I recognized the distinguishing headlights of Miles’ Speed Triple and pulled over when they got gas.  This is the crew just after completing the best section of Hwy 1 (from Ft Bragg to Leggett):

This is a nice group shot of everyone who showed up on Friday night:

The next day we hit the Lost Coast. All I can say is “wow”. The road is just amazing. It is pretty technical with lots of elevation changes and turns. It really gives both your mind and body a workout but it is well worth it! This is the view as you drop down from the mountain to the coast:

I left on Sunday by myself. The rest of the crew was going to ride back in a single day and my plan was to see my buddy Braden who recently moved to Monterey. I took the Lost Coast again in the morning then headed down 101. Here are a couple of pics of the Lost Coast again:

I took this shot of the Golden Gate several hours later:

Desert-Rider took this super-cheesy pic of me:

Here is the view from Braden’s place. Not bad, huh?

Well, the next day I took Hwy 1 back home. Here are a couple of gratuitous coastal pics:

Overall I had an amazing time. I always forget just how much I enjoy traveling on the bike. I think I need a cam for the bike though. Nice video would really highlight some of the roads!

james

Other Multistrada’s on the track

I always love it when I see other Multistrada’s on the track. Jeff over at his “adventures of jeff” blog shows off his track riding skills. This was his first time on the track and I think that he did really, really well. The pics look great and he is close to getting his knee down (something that is HARD to do on such a tall bike). Hopefully I will end up doing a track day with him sometime. Take a look at his blog here.

Adding some bling

Sorry for neglecting my blog. I have actually been extremely busy as of late between work and family and have not had the opportunity to keep this thing updated like I should be. But enough excuses…time for some posts!

I got a really good deal on a set of new ALTH brake rotors from Chris at Ca-Cycleworks. He had seen me at our DOCSD track day a few weeks ago and showed them to me. I really like them and like making performance upgrades to the bike so I figured I would spring the 5 bills it would cost me for rotors and pads. I like the way my bike brakes now but these offer lighter weight and are floating instead of fixed. Ideally this means that the brakes should last me through eternity without warping. It also gives me the opportunity to try some different brake pads. I am going to be using the Ferodo CP211 pads which are supposed to feel much more linear than my current pair of EBC HH pads. My only concern is that they are racing pads and don’t quite know how that will translate to street riding. Well, guess I will find out!

Putting the new rotors and pads was actually a simple procedure. First I put the bike up on a front stand (got my present stand off of E-bay for $50.. It is not the best stand but it seems to work really well):

Next the brake calipers need removing and the axle need to come out. The calipers are 8mm allens (I believe they are 8mm), the pinch bolts (see below) are 6mm (if I remember correctly), and I don’t know what the axle nut is. It it a large nut and is not commonly carried by Home Depot…that I know. Here are the pinch bolts. Just loosen them (you don’t remove them). This was actually a pretty simple job to do and it took me no time. Mind you that I had our dog and some Guinness to guide my way with all of this.

Pinch bolts:

With the wheel removed:

That little circular tray is the best thing ever. It has a magnet on the bottom and is perfect for holding the small parts that I usually end up losing. Definitely one of the smarter purchases I have made!

The stock rotors come with Torx nuts on them. As far as a fastener goes they are cool and work well but it baffles me to no end on why we need so many different types of fasteners on Ducati’s. I mean why not just stick with allen bolts when possible? Sorry, I don’t remember what size of Torx it is. I know the kit cost me $20 from Chris Kelly (thanks man!). It was pretty simple to remove the rotors from the wheels and I took the opportunity to clean the wheels a bit. I am really, really slacking on cleaning the bike but I would much rather spend the time riding than cleaning. Here are the rotors side by side:

Notice the gold piece? That is the carrier and the rotors attach to that via those black pieces. That allows the rotors to float and self correct. As you can see, the stock rotors simply bolt to the wheel. My new rotors also have that cool and trendy “wave” pattern to them. No, that is not a necessary thing and I could have gotten more traditional round ones but those were not on sale so “wave rotors” it is!

The new rotors use allen bolts to connect the carrier to the wheel. I tightened them to 15ish ft/lbs of torque. I could have used locktite on them too as an added safety factor but I feel pretty confident with them. I like having just one set of fasteners handy. Having Torx, allens, traditiona bolts, etc. just make it more confusing. Here are what the assembled wheels look like:

Putting the bike back together is as simple as putting the axle in, tightening the pinch bolts, putting the calipers back on, and tightening the axle nut. Before putting the calipers on you will want to compress the pistons in the calipers because the new pads will be thicker than the old ones. I usually leave the old pads in and use a screwdriver or other flat object to wedge them apart. This is an illustration of what I am describing. Sorry if the pic is blurry, it was late, I had a few Guinness, and it was dark.

These are my new pads:

This is what the finished product looks like:

And another view:

Well, I really, really like the way that they look. I was going to take them out this weekend but between being busy and the poor (for SoCal) weather I didn’t have the chance. I plan on changing that this weekend though so expect a full write up on it!

Our windy Mexico ride

Every year I take some of our members down to Puerto Nuevo, Mexico for some lobster and fun riding. This year we did the ride on Sunday, March 4th. The weather was warm but it was unbelievably windy. Now, it did not start out windy but by the time we hit Tecate is sure was. Windy enough to make a few folks turn around. Luckily it was folks on Japanese bikes who turned around and not Duc riders (whew…I was worried about that!).

This was our route:

I really like the route because it takes us through wine country and gets us through some pretty open terrain. Typically the roads are pretty good. There was a bit of debris on them simply because of the wind but it was not bad overall. The wind was blowing pretty hard but not enough to keep us going. I think the thought of good lobster made everyone more adventurous.

This was half of the bikes that went. I need to get a camera that can take a larger panoramic view:

We stopped in Tecate just on the US side for gas:

Yeah, it was really windy there. The sign had been horizontal with the ground but in this shot you can’t tell.

This is our group just after a toll booth. There are three that we have to go through. The toll is kinda steep ($2.63 per vehicle) considering that you are only traveling a few miles each time. But the free road is pretty rough so it is worth it.

Lunchtime!

My buddy Jeff and his brother. Yup, we let all types of bikes come on our rides.

I would have taken more pics but it is hard to lead a group ride. I am always nervous when we have to stop as you never know what those behind you are going to do.

Well, my next post will be pics of our new house. Now that things are slowing down a bit at home I should have a little more time to ride and blog.