Friday, August 22, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
I had always heard that the Triumphs were solid, ferocious, and dependable bikes, but I was curious about the British sport bikes since I never owned one. Triumphs live up to their reputation. This bike was aggressive, handled beautifully, dependable, and easily holds its own against the big sport bikes. The design of this bike is fully functional, minimalistic, but packs all of the power where needed. Bravo to the Brits for giving the Italians a good run for their money in the sportbike racing world.
As for the Italian sportbikes... Yes, I too fell victim to the allure of the sleek, lightweight, and definitely powerful Italian sportbikes and bought a 2004 Ducati 749S Superbike.
Damn! These things are scary. The Ducati doesn't handle like any other production-made street bike I've ever ridden. You don't turn a Ducati into a turn, you lean a Ducati into a turn. I'm having to relearn my sportbike riding skills all over again. This bike was made with one thing in mind. Racing. These bikes are noisy, temperamental, uncomfortable monsters at low speeds, but get them up into their power bands, and look out. Ducati earns its reputation at 65+ mph.
After all of this, my 2007 BMW 1200GS lays in the wait for my upcoming 4K-mile trip in the end of May through Utah, New Mexico, Arizona, Nevada, California, and back into Oregon. I'm overdue another 'escape trip', and looking forward to the upcoming one. As usual, I'll keep posting my adventures as they unravel.
Monday, February 18, 2008
My Tree-Hugger trip was another fun impromptu romp on the Beemer to stretch our legs and prepare us for the 5k-mile trip in May/June. Once again, my motorcycle inspired complete confidence in me, and assured me its up to the big trip in the Spring. I'm already getting excited.
Expect plenty more ride posts here as the weather improves over the next few months.
While winding my way down through the Redwoods, I was beginning to believe my visit would be a washout due to poor visibility. Then, a break! As I climbed a hill on Hwy. 101 the fog cleared and I was bathed in warm sunshine and surrounded by the giant trees in all of their splendor.
Of course, now that I could see the big trees, I felt obligated to stop and visit one.
This is as far south as I had planned to go on this trip, so I decided to try an alternate route to head northward to Oregon again rather than retracing my routed down to here. I chose to ride a little farther south to Arcata, CA, and ride Hwy. 299 to Redding, CA, then take Interstate 5 northward and home.
California Hwy. 299 winds through the Shasta-Trinity National Forest, with some of the most beautiful scenery on the west coast. Hwy. 299 stretches 138 miles between Arcata and Redding, CA. The roads are some of the best I had ever ridden, with long, wide, curves, near perfect pavement, and lots of pull-offs along the road to stop and gawk as I frequently did.
I stopped briefly just south of the Oregon border to take a snapshot of Mount Shasta. Mount Shasta is a 14,000 ft. dormant volcanoe in the Cascade Mountain range. While attending college in southern Oregon, I would frequently ski, climb, or camp on Mount Shasta because of its close proximity.
I pushed across the Oregon border again at roughly 5:00pm, and decided to overnight in the beautiful little town of Ashland, Oregon. Ashland is home to the Oregon Shakespeare Festival and Southern Oregon University. A very hip little town with a great alt-culture vibe, and the Shakespeare plays are world-class, (I used to attend these regularly also during my college days).
From here, I head back up Interstate 5 to Beaverton Monday morning. Then back to work Tuesday.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
I departed Beaverton, OR this morning at 8:00am to a frosty, foggy highway heading westward toward the Oregon Coast with the intent of following coastal route Hwy. 101 all the way down into the Redwoods.
I crossed over the coastal mountain range west of Beaverton to see lots of snow still on the highway.
After enduring an hour or so of numb fingers and toes, I rolled into Tillamook, OR about 10am with the temperature climbing up to a tolerable 45 degrees. That early in the morning, the coast was still a bit overcast, but the sun was starting to break through the cloud cover, so I was hopeful I'd have a sunnier, warmer day to ride. I was rewarded...
The farther south I rode on Hwy. 101, the sunnier and warmer it did get! By mid-afternoon I was bathed in full sunshine and 55-degree temperature. Needless to say, I was tooling along Hwy. 101 with a very large grin on my face which I'm sure was even obvious under the full-face helmet.
After a few pit stops and necessary refuelings, (both the motorcycle, and myself as seen below), I took advantage of the favorable weather to burn up a lot of miles down the Oregon coast.
Many of us Pacific Northwesterners take this for granted, but most of us forget how nice it is to live in a region of the US where you can always find green plantlife, even in the dead of Winter. I can't remember any time when my trips through the Oregon coast weren't beautiful.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Consider this the official launch of my own personal blog space to capture upcoming adventures, views, personal opinions, and noteworthy news. Please feel free to flame-mail me if I inadvertently offend any of my readers, or just drop a note to say hi. Thanks,