Here it has been glorious weather in the Puget Sound area and I am stuck with enjoying pictures of other people's riding.
No word yet on the completion date of the sidecar, but it should be getting close. I hope so!!!
I bet the weather turns nasty on me the day we pick the completed rig up. That would be my luck, and we've had an incredible run of weather this May/June. Not usual weather at all, so I suspect we'll pay the price one day soon.
Sigh. Mr. Bergman is stabled in the garage for a while longer. But I can tell he's getting impatient too.
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Monday, June 15, 2009
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.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Over the Mountains and Back Again
We made it! 811 miles in 3 days, over the mountains twice, and we survived.
We learned a few things, or at least here are 20 things I learned this trip, not necessarily in order of importance:
1. 97 degrees is darn hot, even if it's "a dry heat". It is 97 degrees everywhere in this state but over here.
2. Even if you're going somewhere that you think no one else is going to go, make motel reservations because it turns out EVERYONE also wants to go there and all the rooms are taken.
3. Find me a motel with a restaurant within walking distance, because I don't want to get back on that bike.
4. Braided hair works better than hair blowing in the wind although it doesn't look as "cool".
5. I need a different mesh jacket as this one really doesn't fit.
6. Sometime in the afternoon of each day, suddenly nothing fit right. Not jeans, not boots, not gloves, not helmet, not jacket, not the seat of the bike.
7. Stop every hour, get off the bike, drink something cold and wet, or bad things happen later in the day.
8. I suffer major melt-down after about 9-10 hours on the road and get REAL cranky REAL fast.
9. Morphous Wrex is a lovely lowland/flatland/small hill bike.
10. Morphous Wrex can go up a mountain if he's got a good running start and even then, it's uphill at 45 mph, full throttle.
11. Morphous Wrex can go up a mountain faster than a speeding RV. Yay! Not the slowest thing on the road.
12. Even when you're driving at or slightly over the speed limit, someone always wants to go faster.
13. If you're in heavy, slow traffic doing the shake-and-bake, Morphous Wrex is the bike to be on.
14. I'll never be a Knee-Dragger. I love 60 mph sweepers and 50 mph curves and even 40 mph switchbacks. 30 mph tight curves and 15 mph hairpins? Not so much.
15. Turn off your communications system at every break. When the manufacturer says the batteries last 8 hours, he's not kidding.
16. Savor the moments when everything is perfect: seat of the bike, temperature of the air, angle of the sun, scent of the air, scenery. They don't happen all that often.
17. I know where all the old unused washboards went....they obviously are the layer just under the pavement on most Washington highways. Kudos to the State of Washington for keeping these things out of landfills and antique shops.
18. It takes way longer to get anywhere than you think it will and it's exhausting.
19. Bikers in this state are missing a fun road.
20. Every time we stopped, wherever we stopped, people wanted to talk about my bike. Parking that bike is like drawing flies to honey.
Susan
We learned a few things, or at least here are 20 things I learned this trip, not necessarily in order of importance:
1. 97 degrees is darn hot, even if it's "a dry heat". It is 97 degrees everywhere in this state but over here.
2. Even if you're going somewhere that you think no one else is going to go, make motel reservations because it turns out EVERYONE also wants to go there and all the rooms are taken.
3. Find me a motel with a restaurant within walking distance, because I don't want to get back on that bike.
4. Braided hair works better than hair blowing in the wind although it doesn't look as "cool".
5. I need a different mesh jacket as this one really doesn't fit.
6. Sometime in the afternoon of each day, suddenly nothing fit right. Not jeans, not boots, not gloves, not helmet, not jacket, not the seat of the bike.
7. Stop every hour, get off the bike, drink something cold and wet, or bad things happen later in the day.
8. I suffer major melt-down after about 9-10 hours on the road and get REAL cranky REAL fast.
9. Morphous Wrex is a lovely lowland/flatland/small hill bike.
10. Morphous Wrex can go up a mountain if he's got a good running start and even then, it's uphill at 45 mph, full throttle.
11. Morphous Wrex can go up a mountain faster than a speeding RV. Yay! Not the slowest thing on the road.
12. Even when you're driving at or slightly over the speed limit, someone always wants to go faster.
13. If you're in heavy, slow traffic doing the shake-and-bake, Morphous Wrex is the bike to be on.
14. I'll never be a Knee-Dragger. I love 60 mph sweepers and 50 mph curves and even 40 mph switchbacks. 30 mph tight curves and 15 mph hairpins? Not so much.
15. Turn off your communications system at every break. When the manufacturer says the batteries last 8 hours, he's not kidding.
16. Savor the moments when everything is perfect: seat of the bike, temperature of the air, angle of the sun, scent of the air, scenery. They don't happen all that often.
17. I know where all the old unused washboards went....they obviously are the layer just under the pavement on most Washington highways. Kudos to the State of Washington for keeping these things out of landfills and antique shops.
18. It takes way longer to get anywhere than you think it will and it's exhausting.
19. Bikers in this state are missing a fun road.
20. Every time we stopped, wherever we stopped, people wanted to talk about my bike. Parking that bike is like drawing flies to honey.
Susan
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