Saturday was a great day for a ride. Jason was slaving away trying to catch up on the week's work and Justin was taking a break in his odyssey spending the weekend up on Mount Lemon near Tucson. Susan's new bike has not gotten its third wheel yet so it was just TJ and I for the day. I meet him at his house and we headed up north to Arlington, Darrington, Rockport, Sedro-Woolley and back through Arlington then on home via I 5. Decent roads and light traffic once we got off of I 5 and 405. It's a bit a drag, from our house it's nearly an hours ride in any direction just to get to decent roads and out of the traffic. But the weather was perfect. In the mid 60's, hardly any clouds. It was so perfect that I forgot to take the camera so no pictures, sorry.
We had lunch at a small tavern / restaurant in Darrington. Decent burger, lots of fries and very reasonable. I wish I could remember the name. It is on the north side of Hwy 530. I think it is Glacier Peak Cafe. That what it looks like using Google maps.
The roads are nice but not great. Probably a little tame for TJ's preferences, but for this old man it was nice. The best twisties are on Hwy 9 between Sedro-Woolley and Arlington. There is a real slow section (35mph speed limit) but very twisty. Overall I enjoyed the ride.
Next week I am scheduled for an Advanced Street Skills course at Pacific Raceways which is just south of Seattle. Hope the weather is as good but probably wont be. We don't get that many perfect days this time of year. I am looking forward to it. Should be a lot of fun.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Now I've Done It!
Now Ray wants his own Burgman. He is talking about trading in his Nevada for a Burgman Executive.
The man wants his own Burg-a-lounger! I guess I cannot blame him. It's a nice bike. Goes faster than a Nevada too.
Won't be long before he wants his own sidecar too.....
The man wants his own Burg-a-lounger! I guess I cannot blame him. It's a nice bike. Goes faster than a Nevada too.
Won't be long before he wants his own sidecar too.....
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Tears of Sorrow, Tears of Happiness
Today I had to bid good-bye to Wrex and say hello to Mr. Burgman.
It is so sad to say ta-ta to the Wrex. I actually do get teary about leaving him behind, all alone in a lot full of zip-splat riding tire-kickers. I hope he understands he's just too small in the engine department and when it comes to sidecars, trikes and most especially mountains, size matters. He got one last bath before he left home, so he sparkled and gleamed as he should. Wrex and I had a private coversation before I abandoned him to go sign reams of papers to buy his replacement.
I surely hope you find a loving home soon, Wrex, some place where you'll be garaged and pampered and loved as much as you were loved here. Poor Wrex. So small and alone with all those muscley Hayabusas. I truly loved you, Wrex, and bid you a fond farewell. I'm suprised how much it hurts to part with you. I loved you at first sit. You were the perfect fit and O, how I loved your bodywork! If it wasn't for the state of Washington, you'd still be happy in your garage here at home. Know that I do not give you up lightly.
Hello, Mr. Burgman. You are even shinier than Wrex and ever so zippy. I gotta say, you sound less like a motorcycle than Wrex did. Just wheeeeeeeEEEEEMMMmmmm and you pass me by with nary a Vroom. You've got lots of bells and whistles and I can even sort of shift gears, depending on how many buttons I want to push, which you will find is mostly none. Your 650 cc engine seems so big after putting around with Wrex. Just from watching Ray ride you, I can see that you will eat up the miles and laugh at mountains or at least not gasp and wheeze. You are much better suited to the kind of riding we want to do, which much to our surprise turned out to be more than riding to dinner and putting around town. I don't suppose you will get such good gas mileage as my Wrex did, but you will also go much faster much sooner and there is always a price to be paid. Wrex waited a long time for someone to buy him and love him and I think you did too. I know I'll learn to love you, Mr. Burgman, when you get your third wheel and I can ride too. Be patient and soon we'll be out on the road together. I promise to take very good care of you and give you a nice garage. And I hope we're blissfully happy together for a long, long, long time.
I cried when the motorhome drove away with it's new owner and I cried to leave Wrex behind. Sometimes I still miss that ol' motorhome and I suppose I'll always miss Wrex too.
Hail and farewell. Endings and beginnings. Life moves on and the only constant is change. This is a welcome change, but a tough change too.
And we'll have to change the title of the blog when Mr. Burgman has a name.
It is so sad to say ta-ta to the Wrex. I actually do get teary about leaving him behind, all alone in a lot full of zip-splat riding tire-kickers. I hope he understands he's just too small in the engine department and when it comes to sidecars, trikes and most especially mountains, size matters. He got one last bath before he left home, so he sparkled and gleamed as he should. Wrex and I had a private coversation before I abandoned him to go sign reams of papers to buy his replacement.
I surely hope you find a loving home soon, Wrex, some place where you'll be garaged and pampered and loved as much as you were loved here. Poor Wrex. So small and alone with all those muscley Hayabusas. I truly loved you, Wrex, and bid you a fond farewell. I'm suprised how much it hurts to part with you. I loved you at first sit. You were the perfect fit and O, how I loved your bodywork! If it wasn't for the state of Washington, you'd still be happy in your garage here at home. Know that I do not give you up lightly.
Hello, Mr. Burgman. You are even shinier than Wrex and ever so zippy. I gotta say, you sound less like a motorcycle than Wrex did. Just wheeeeeeeEEEEEMMMmmmm and you pass me by with nary a Vroom. You've got lots of bells and whistles and I can even sort of shift gears, depending on how many buttons I want to push, which you will find is mostly none. Your 650 cc engine seems so big after putting around with Wrex. Just from watching Ray ride you, I can see that you will eat up the miles and laugh at mountains or at least not gasp and wheeze. You are much better suited to the kind of riding we want to do, which much to our surprise turned out to be more than riding to dinner and putting around town. I don't suppose you will get such good gas mileage as my Wrex did, but you will also go much faster much sooner and there is always a price to be paid. Wrex waited a long time for someone to buy him and love him and I think you did too. I know I'll learn to love you, Mr. Burgman, when you get your third wheel and I can ride too. Be patient and soon we'll be out on the road together. I promise to take very good care of you and give you a nice garage. And I hope we're blissfully happy together for a long, long, long time.
I cried when the motorhome drove away with it's new owner and I cried to leave Wrex behind. Sometimes I still miss that ol' motorhome and I suppose I'll always miss Wrex too.
Hail and farewell. Endings and beginnings. Life moves on and the only constant is change. This is a welcome change, but a tough change too.
And we'll have to change the title of the blog when Mr. Burgman has a name.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Saturday's The Day!
On Saturday, my new bike comes home. It's a beautiful 2009 Suzuki Burgman 650.
I sat on loads of bikes that were too big, some were too long a reach to handlebars and footpegs, some were so tall that I felt like a bug on a tree.
I sat on a few bikes that were nearly alright, but needed amendments to be just right.
Then I sat on a Burgman. Just right! Just plain right. I knew the minute I landed in the seat and reached for the handlebars that was the bike for me.
Mine will be black. We were astonished at how fast the price came down when we balked. Price dropped like bricks off a roof. Lucky us!
Now I just have to decide whether to put on a sidecar like this one:
Or a trike, like the one here:
Big choice. With the trike, I'm used to one, but it would cost twice as much and I'd have to wait til next spring for it to be finished and trikes=old people. With the sidecar, I'm not used to one and a little bit leery of it, but it's half the money and I'd have it in time to ride this year and sidecars are "cooler".
What to do, what to do....
I sat on loads of bikes that were too big, some were too long a reach to handlebars and footpegs, some were so tall that I felt like a bug on a tree.
I sat on a few bikes that were nearly alright, but needed amendments to be just right.
Then I sat on a Burgman. Just right! Just plain right. I knew the minute I landed in the seat and reached for the handlebars that was the bike for me.
Mine will be black. We were astonished at how fast the price came down when we balked. Price dropped like bricks off a roof. Lucky us!
Now I just have to decide whether to put on a sidecar like this one:
Or a trike, like the one here:
Big choice. With the trike, I'm used to one, but it would cost twice as much and I'd have to wait til next spring for it to be finished and trikes=old people. With the sidecar, I'm not used to one and a little bit leery of it, but it's half the money and I'd have it in time to ride this year and sidecars are "cooler".
What to do, what to do....
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Trashed, Or, Recycle Binicide
Sometime in the wee earlies of the day, someone armed an idiot with a motor vehicle. Proceeding down our street at a good clip, said idiot decided that it would be good fun to ram a large green recycle bin or two. Ray found the mess when he went out to go to work this am.
Based on the debris field, the recycle bin killer came from the south and hit the bin in front of the house to the south of us, which sent the bin flying at least 15 or 16 feet into the back of my van, where it scraped paint off. The bin dropped it's load all along the way. Then the momentum carried the bin up and over the roof of the van (more droppage) and finally slammed the bin down the passenger side of the van. Major marks on the rear side glass and major dentage on the rear quarter panel where the falling bin hit. That bin has a huge gaping crack from top to bottom and is missing a wheel, which I have not yet found. Maybe he took it away as a souvenier or mayhap it is embedded in his radiator.
The perp managed to miss Ray's truck, although when I cleaned up all the recycle I found 3 sets of tire marks to delineate his/her passage. One set of tracks came close to the truck, but missed.
Next, the vehicle slammed into our recycle bin. Ha. Suprise! THAT bin was loaded and overloaded with the sod from the location of the new tomato garden. 3 X 20 feet of thick sod. It was also backed up by a close grouping of several big brown bags of sod. Our bin fell and spilled some of it's load and the bags fell over, but my guess is the perp got what's coming to him/her in the form of damage to their own vehicle.
So at quarter to 6, an hour I did not even know existed, I was out in the driveway cleaning up my neighbor's formerly airborne green waste. Now, around here we can put food scraps into our green bins, and our neighbor surely does this. You have not truly experienced all of life's smells until you have spent some time before sunrise picking your neighbor's half rotted shrimp tails out of your turf. And their lettuce, cauliflower, peppers, carrots, canteloupe and bananas. Gack what a smell.
Two kind women out walking their dog stopped and helped me get our toppled green bin upright and it suffered minor damage only. All the spilled greenery/groceries fit into my remaining brown bags and Geneva's greens bin.
All bins and bags are uprighted and full of greenage and there is little evidence of binicide. Reportage to the local constabulary, the trash company and the insurance company has occurred and the damage will be repaired. The repair shop has already called to set an appointment. All is as it should be.
All except for the 3 hours of sleep I didn't get.
Based on the debris field, the recycle bin killer came from the south and hit the bin in front of the house to the south of us, which sent the bin flying at least 15 or 16 feet into the back of my van, where it scraped paint off. The bin dropped it's load all along the way. Then the momentum carried the bin up and over the roof of the van (more droppage) and finally slammed the bin down the passenger side of the van. Major marks on the rear side glass and major dentage on the rear quarter panel where the falling bin hit. That bin has a huge gaping crack from top to bottom and is missing a wheel, which I have not yet found. Maybe he took it away as a souvenier or mayhap it is embedded in his radiator.
The perp managed to miss Ray's truck, although when I cleaned up all the recycle I found 3 sets of tire marks to delineate his/her passage. One set of tracks came close to the truck, but missed.
Next, the vehicle slammed into our recycle bin. Ha. Suprise! THAT bin was loaded and overloaded with the sod from the location of the new tomato garden. 3 X 20 feet of thick sod. It was also backed up by a close grouping of several big brown bags of sod. Our bin fell and spilled some of it's load and the bags fell over, but my guess is the perp got what's coming to him/her in the form of damage to their own vehicle.
So at quarter to 6, an hour I did not even know existed, I was out in the driveway cleaning up my neighbor's formerly airborne green waste. Now, around here we can put food scraps into our green bins, and our neighbor surely does this. You have not truly experienced all of life's smells until you have spent some time before sunrise picking your neighbor's half rotted shrimp tails out of your turf. And their lettuce, cauliflower, peppers, carrots, canteloupe and bananas. Gack what a smell.
Two kind women out walking their dog stopped and helped me get our toppled green bin upright and it suffered minor damage only. All the spilled greenery/groceries fit into my remaining brown bags and Geneva's greens bin.
All bins and bags are uprighted and full of greenage and there is little evidence of binicide. Reportage to the local constabulary, the trash company and the insurance company has occurred and the damage will be repaired. The repair shop has already called to set an appointment. All is as it should be.
All except for the 3 hours of sleep I didn't get.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Ridley Ride
Saturday dawned clear and beautiful and even a bit warm, so we did go up to Bellingham to visit the Ridley dealer.
They have a pretty black trike there. We both rode it. It's an automatic transmission and 750cc. It felt rock solid on the road, not a vibration at all. Like all trikes, it finds every bump in the road, but the ride was pretty smooth anyway. Less bumpy than Wrex.
It sounds like a "real" motorcycle. When I first hit the starter button and it roared BRRRUUUMMMMMMM, I nearly jumped out of the seat. It's way louder than Wrex, but then the engine is way bigger. Louder than I'd like, I will surely be wearing my ear-plugs.
For this shortie, the footboards were placed just about right, but the left is impinged on by a transmission cover. It will be doable like that, just a matter of getting used to, I think. Or possibly differently shaped or larger footboards. I can't even reach the road pegs.
The handlebars, however, are waaay up there and the ends seemed pretty far apart. I have to lean forward to grab them and a turn is a full-out big stretch. When I lean forward, that forces the tailbone into the back of the seat. That did not feel so good, as I have that tailbone pain thingy going on.
It's a hard turner, takes more muscle than the Wrex. I did expect that, but it feels alot heavier overall. I guess it is. It doesn't have alot of pickup, but it does have alot of power. At 50 mph, there was plenty of power left.
I could blip the throttle and go brumm, brumm just like a big ol' cruiser. I did like that. It did not slow down while going up small hills. The brakes seemed to me like they could be just a little stronger, it takes a while to stop. Definitely does not stop on a dime like Wrex. Maybe 30 cents.
Storage wise, the Wrex has the Ridley beat wheels down. Ridley has a trunk, but it's smaller than you'd think for all the real estate that seems to be trunk. I think it's big enough to carry all that I now carry in the glovebox, underseat and trunk. Maybe even some room left over for the saddlebag stuff. And it has a nice luggage rack, so lots of things are possible there. No room for saddlebags, as the tupperware is all of a piece in back.
It's a one seater and that seat is none too comfortable for long rides, I think. For the 15 minutes I was on it, it was fine, but I can see that it's a bit hard and a bit narrow in the rump area.
I didn't care much for the "dashboard" readouts. They seemed both minimal and extraneous...it had a large tach, why I don't know, as it's CVT and you can't do much about the tach. The speed was digital red numbers. I can read them without glasses and that's good. But there's no clock and no continual mileage readout and apparently no gas gauge.
It's got two gas tanks, I'm not quite sure why but there are two tanks with a crossover. There's a reserve switch but I'm not sure where the reserve is located. Wrex doesn't have that. There's a parking brake, but it's in a wierd spot under the seat area that will take alot of getting used to. And probably some burned fingers.
It has an electric reverse engine that has one speed---fast. I can see wiping out an entire parking lot in no time flat with that reverse. I can tip toe the bike, but if there's any kind of an obstruction or incline, I can't push it while seated.
I can't tell you what kind of mileage it gets, but I bet it's nowhere near the mileage Wrex gets.
All in all, we both liked the bike. It seemed quite solid and well-built. It would need a reshaped or rehabbed seat, pull-backs or maybe a new bar. The windshield needed to be trimmed about 1.5 inches. Maybe new footboards. I can't see where a backrest would fit. The bike fit Ray really well, which tells you how it fit me.
The dealer likes it even more than we do. Since it's an '08, they have knocked down the price by 4 grand. With taxes and licensing the bottom line is nearly $27,500. This is a price I choke on, but less than the '09 price, which is $33,000.
So now, I'm more up in the air than ever. It's hard to justify spending that much money. It's hard to think about giving up riding. I still don't know what to do.
I've been corresponding with a local (well, ok, Enumclaw) place that does conversions and side cars. The think they can convert Wrex to a legal trike, but have to see it before they can say for sure. And, they are closed on Weekends, so I don't know how it gets down there and back.
And then there's the side car option. Those seem just plain wrong to me but it might be the cheapest 3-wheel option.
They have a pretty black trike there. We both rode it. It's an automatic transmission and 750cc. It felt rock solid on the road, not a vibration at all. Like all trikes, it finds every bump in the road, but the ride was pretty smooth anyway. Less bumpy than Wrex.
It sounds like a "real" motorcycle. When I first hit the starter button and it roared BRRRUUUMMMMMMM, I nearly jumped out of the seat. It's way louder than Wrex, but then the engine is way bigger. Louder than I'd like, I will surely be wearing my ear-plugs.
For this shortie, the footboards were placed just about right, but the left is impinged on by a transmission cover. It will be doable like that, just a matter of getting used to, I think. Or possibly differently shaped or larger footboards. I can't even reach the road pegs.
The handlebars, however, are waaay up there and the ends seemed pretty far apart. I have to lean forward to grab them and a turn is a full-out big stretch. When I lean forward, that forces the tailbone into the back of the seat. That did not feel so good, as I have that tailbone pain thingy going on.
It's a hard turner, takes more muscle than the Wrex. I did expect that, but it feels alot heavier overall. I guess it is. It doesn't have alot of pickup, but it does have alot of power. At 50 mph, there was plenty of power left.
I could blip the throttle and go brumm, brumm just like a big ol' cruiser. I did like that. It did not slow down while going up small hills. The brakes seemed to me like they could be just a little stronger, it takes a while to stop. Definitely does not stop on a dime like Wrex. Maybe 30 cents.
Storage wise, the Wrex has the Ridley beat wheels down. Ridley has a trunk, but it's smaller than you'd think for all the real estate that seems to be trunk. I think it's big enough to carry all that I now carry in the glovebox, underseat and trunk. Maybe even some room left over for the saddlebag stuff. And it has a nice luggage rack, so lots of things are possible there. No room for saddlebags, as the tupperware is all of a piece in back.
It's a one seater and that seat is none too comfortable for long rides, I think. For the 15 minutes I was on it, it was fine, but I can see that it's a bit hard and a bit narrow in the rump area.
I didn't care much for the "dashboard" readouts. They seemed both minimal and extraneous...it had a large tach, why I don't know, as it's CVT and you can't do much about the tach. The speed was digital red numbers. I can read them without glasses and that's good. But there's no clock and no continual mileage readout and apparently no gas gauge.
It's got two gas tanks, I'm not quite sure why but there are two tanks with a crossover. There's a reserve switch but I'm not sure where the reserve is located. Wrex doesn't have that. There's a parking brake, but it's in a wierd spot under the seat area that will take alot of getting used to. And probably some burned fingers.
It has an electric reverse engine that has one speed---fast. I can see wiping out an entire parking lot in no time flat with that reverse. I can tip toe the bike, but if there's any kind of an obstruction or incline, I can't push it while seated.
I can't tell you what kind of mileage it gets, but I bet it's nowhere near the mileage Wrex gets.
All in all, we both liked the bike. It seemed quite solid and well-built. It would need a reshaped or rehabbed seat, pull-backs or maybe a new bar. The windshield needed to be trimmed about 1.5 inches. Maybe new footboards. I can't see where a backrest would fit. The bike fit Ray really well, which tells you how it fit me.
The dealer likes it even more than we do. Since it's an '08, they have knocked down the price by 4 grand. With taxes and licensing the bottom line is nearly $27,500. This is a price I choke on, but less than the '09 price, which is $33,000.
So now, I'm more up in the air than ever. It's hard to justify spending that much money. It's hard to think about giving up riding. I still don't know what to do.
I've been corresponding with a local (well, ok, Enumclaw) place that does conversions and side cars. The think they can convert Wrex to a legal trike, but have to see it before they can say for sure. And, they are closed on Weekends, so I don't know how it gets down there and back.
And then there's the side car option. Those seem just plain wrong to me but it might be the cheapest 3-wheel option.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Haulin'
Saturday being a rainy day, we decided it was the perfect day to wander amongst the RV's at the Puyallup RV and Home Show. Not much actually focused on homes, but I think I did see 4 window replacement companies and a whole mess 'o roofers.
We quickly decided we do not want a toy-hauler in which the garage is part of the living space. Eau de motorcycle fume doesn't lead to a restful night. And who wants to move furniture all day long? We want our rides inside at night and on rainy days, so we need an authentic garage area.
This makes potential rv's quite lengthy and thus quite pricey and in need of one humongous (and expensive) truck to haul the hauler. We did find 2 fifth-wheelers that would do, one 5th wheel non-toy-hauler that we really, really liked and could live happily in, and lots that we decided were too small or laid out oddly.
Most of the time, odd for us means no counterspace on the right side of the stove and a lousy tv-viewing angle or no really comfortable place to sit and relax. We like movies in the evening as much as the rest of you. Occasionally, odd means no decent place to sit and read due to severe lack of lighting.
I continue to be amazed that rv designers think you can stuff 8 people into a small rv and then make no provision for producing a meal for all those folks, outside of a 2 burner stove, a microwave, a small fridge and a sink so small you can't get a 6 quart pot in it. NO counterspace. Sometimes I wonder if RV designers actually spend any length of time with their families in the result of their design work.
For some reason there were few motorhomes at this show, and the ones that were there tended to the higher end of the pricing scale, whether long or short. No toy-hauler motorhomes at all.
We looked at the little light weight towables, but alas, none is yet light enough to be towable by my soccer-mom mini-van. And one trouble with the lightweights is they often save weight (and space) in the bathroom area, so you end up straddling the potty while showering and the entire "bathroom" space gets wet. What you do with the TP and towels, I don't know. Also not for me, whose idea of camping generally tends toward the Marriot. And, we have this 65 pound dog, this canine companion, this Emperor of Shed, who needs to come with us. That means floor space larger than an area that would cramp a chihuahua.
We didn't get very wet. The hunt for any sort of perfect vehicle goes on. (except for my beloved every day ride, the aforementioned mini-van)
Justin and the Blue Bomber left on their Grand Tour yesterday. This is both exciting and a horrible worry. I would feel somewhat better if he had a companion to travel with or an escort vehicle complete with medics and mechanics, perhaps a medivac helicopter, but everybody else in his world has to work. I'll be happy when he posts and/or calls!!! Terrible weather is coming into our area tonight and tomorrow morning. I think he will not have an easy ride tomorrow. But he's got his Frogg Toggs and so will stay dry. Frogg Toggs don't come with a shiny side up guarantee....
We quickly decided we do not want a toy-hauler in which the garage is part of the living space. Eau de motorcycle fume doesn't lead to a restful night. And who wants to move furniture all day long? We want our rides inside at night and on rainy days, so we need an authentic garage area.
This makes potential rv's quite lengthy and thus quite pricey and in need of one humongous (and expensive) truck to haul the hauler. We did find 2 fifth-wheelers that would do, one 5th wheel non-toy-hauler that we really, really liked and could live happily in, and lots that we decided were too small or laid out oddly.
Most of the time, odd for us means no counterspace on the right side of the stove and a lousy tv-viewing angle or no really comfortable place to sit and relax. We like movies in the evening as much as the rest of you. Occasionally, odd means no decent place to sit and read due to severe lack of lighting.
I continue to be amazed that rv designers think you can stuff 8 people into a small rv and then make no provision for producing a meal for all those folks, outside of a 2 burner stove, a microwave, a small fridge and a sink so small you can't get a 6 quart pot in it. NO counterspace. Sometimes I wonder if RV designers actually spend any length of time with their families in the result of their design work.
For some reason there were few motorhomes at this show, and the ones that were there tended to the higher end of the pricing scale, whether long or short. No toy-hauler motorhomes at all.
We looked at the little light weight towables, but alas, none is yet light enough to be towable by my soccer-mom mini-van. And one trouble with the lightweights is they often save weight (and space) in the bathroom area, so you end up straddling the potty while showering and the entire "bathroom" space gets wet. What you do with the TP and towels, I don't know. Also not for me, whose idea of camping generally tends toward the Marriot. And, we have this 65 pound dog, this canine companion, this Emperor of Shed, who needs to come with us. That means floor space larger than an area that would cramp a chihuahua.
We didn't get very wet. The hunt for any sort of perfect vehicle goes on. (except for my beloved every day ride, the aforementioned mini-van)
Justin and the Blue Bomber left on their Grand Tour yesterday. This is both exciting and a horrible worry. I would feel somewhat better if he had a companion to travel with or an escort vehicle complete with medics and mechanics, perhaps a medivac helicopter, but everybody else in his world has to work. I'll be happy when he posts and/or calls!!! Terrible weather is coming into our area tonight and tomorrow morning. I think he will not have an easy ride tomorrow. But he's got his Frogg Toggs and so will stay dry. Frogg Toggs don't come with a shiny side up guarantee....
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