Tuesday, December 30, 2008

I Bought a DRZ 400 S

Renting an Adventure (a KTM 950 Adventure)

I tend to chase my whims – I’m a slave to them really – so after a 22 year absence from motorcycling I’m back. With the ink still wet on my temporary M1 I headed down to Eagle Rider in Santa Monica, CA. Back then it was an ’84 Honda CR 80, this weekend it was a KTM 950 Adventure. I wanted to test ride the bike for real not just get a 20 mph cruise around the block. In a couple of weeks I’ll rent a 1200 GS Adventure. By Summer I hope to erase some of the boundaries to my wanderlust.


With the big orange beast packed up I headed out at 0700. I stopped for my now traditional travel breakfast; a Breakfast Jack and a Sausage, Egg and Cheese Biscuit. My old tradition was Burger King (the folly of youth, what can I say).

My first stop was to be Stage Coach Trails in Shelter Valley. Stage Coach Trails is an RV park that my mom runs so I was stopping by just to tell her that I’d be stopping by tomorrow (there’s no cell service down there).


That my mom leaning against the rail.

From Shelter Valley I headed for Blu-Inn along Highway 78 to battle all the kids on dirt bikes and Rhino’s for fuel. Then it was back 15 miles to find the trailhead. I went up Mine Wash, the wrong trail, for about 3 miles (Although later research showed it would have got me to my trail). Pinyon Wash was my planned route but it sucked. The sand was deep. I took an exhausting 60+ minutes to go three or four miles. I feel over once but forgot to take a picture.


I didn’t have a tent, the shadows were getting long and people were expecting me in Plaster City so I was forced to turn back. I got back on the 78 and headed for Split Mountain Road also known as the easy way out. Ah well, it was a rental/test ride.

The Split Mountain Road route was still fun and challenging. There was a mix of hard pack, silt and sand, with a few patches of mud and long stretched of whoops just to keep it interesting. The trail from the end of Split Mountain Road to Plaster City runs along a narrow gauge train track used to haul gypsum from the mountains down to the Drywall plant.

It was pretty spooky at times when I’d be cruising along at about 50mph on the hard pack and it turned to sand. That big bike would start getting squirrelly and I could only get my weight so far back because my ass would hit my bed roll. The Pirelli tires were definitely on the street side of dual purpose.

Nine hours after leaving home I finally made it to Plaster City at Evan Hewes Highway and headed west to Painted Gorge to meet up with my brothers. The house was full so we camped between a couple of shipping containers. When we got ready to cook dinner I discovered the only casualty of the trip. Somewhere along the train tracks my rations made a break for it. I had packed a small cooler with some Hebrew Nationals, Balance Bars, and Enjoy Beef Jerky that are now a king’s feast for some scrawny coyote.

The KTM got secure parking.

The next day we got up early, had a breakfast burrito, and went back to the trail, my brother Scott in his Blazer and me on the KTM. I talked my brother into plowing through a bit of muddy water. Only a little water got into his carburetor. We headed back so he could dry it out and replace the plugs.




After a peanut butter and jelly sandwich I said so long to my brothers and headed west to Sweeny Pass Rd and the Great Overland Stage Route. What a great road. I used to drive on this road when I was younger. There are many Washes and side roads to explore (another day).

After stopping back by my mom’s in Shelter Valley for some Quattro Fromaggi Ravioli I headed back home. I didn’t enjoy my first night freeway ride until I got the carpool lane on the 210. My girlfriend was sick so I may or may not have broken the speed limit on the way home.


In the morning I had to give the bike back. I got up early and pressure washed that crusty Plaster City mud off the bike. With plenty of time to spare I decided to ride Mulholland Dr. That’s when the clutch started going wonky. Pulled all the way in the clutch barely cut power to the wheel. I fiddled with the adjustment and made it work for trip back to Santa Monica. All told I rode 562 miles for the trip plus about another 150-200 of other running around. Fun!

My 950 Adventure Thoughts
Great fun, plenty of power though not as much low RPM grunt as I would have thought. It all really happened above 4000 RPM’s. It’s heavy and in the sand and mud it was a handful. However I suspect that with enough riding and you get conditioned to it. I can’t really compare the long range comfort since this is the first time I’ve ever ridden that long. My caboose got sore but compared to a 100 mile bicycle ride it felt like an easy chair. I’ll tell you after the BMW Adventure. It’s on my short list definitely. My choices are limited because even in my slimmest form I’m a 220 lbs 6 foot 3 inch chunk of dude.


Saturday, November 22, 2008

Perpetual Mid-Life Crisis

I've always said I try to live in a state of perpetual mid-life crisis. This means that I try to stay young; always see life as an exploration. I like to re-experience things. When I fly my Grumman AA5-B Tiger I often have a moment where I think, "Holy Shit, I'm flying an airplane!" The newness returns instantly.

I'm adding a new re-experience this weekend. Motorcycling. When I was a teenager I had a Honda CT70. Even though it was a non-exciting bike that newness was there. My CR80 was more fun but the CT70 memories are just as strong.

I'm getting my motorcycle license this week. Let the exploration begin.

Friday, October 10, 2008

Boot Camp Challenge at San Diego MCRD

With only a week and a half of half-assed training I ran the 3 mile obstacle course at Boot Camp Challenge at San Diego Marine Corps Recruit Depot. Ran isn't exactly accurate; I probably only ran 1/3 of it. I felt like puking much of time but it was fun.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Monday, September 29, 2008

the ABC of Handshakes

The ABC of handshakes is an hilarious article on etiquette from Jetwings, the in flight magazine of India's Jet Airways. It describes how to shake hands in various parts of the world using terminology which sounds like masturbation.

Monday, September 22, 2008

5 Hours 45 Minutes

62.3 Mile, 2697 feet of climbing, 7103 max elevation.

From Tahoe Sierra Century

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Donner Lake

Mile 42.3 The Summit

Mile 31.8

Mile 31.2: Turn Around Point

Mile 19.5

Mile 18.9

Mile 18.2

Mile 17.5 Near Donner Lake

Some folks ate some other folks near hear awhile back.

Mile 15.7

Mile 6.7

60 mile Tahoe-Sierra Ride

Off to a bad start. I fell before registration.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Friday, September 12, 2008

Panoramio on Google Maps

Fucking cool.

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Yesterday's Ride

Saturday, September 6, 2008

101 miles, 4350 ft of climbing, 7500 calories burned.

This is the view from my bed. I will be seeing it for the next 18
hours or so. I'm f-ing beat.

James lived!

My god.

3 fire trucks and an ambulence for James

Bee Sting at 40mph

55.2 miles out James got hit by a bee in the face. We were doing 35+
mph at the time.

Mile 49.0 @ 3400 feet of climbing.

Bambi Interupted @ mile 45.4

Mile 45.1 & 3000 ft of climbing!

Almost to the top.

Stop for lunch at 42 miles

My legs are going to slit my throat tonight.

Mile 41.5 of 100

Dying dog at mile 22.1

We called animal control but I don't think the little guy will make it.

Start of the 100 mile ride.

Friday, September 5, 2008

Macaroni Grill

Marginal as always but filling as fuck. You get do draw on the table.

Monday, September 1, 2008

54.7 Miles Today

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Training Time!

I'm back from two weeks overseas for Nickelodeon and now its time to get training. I will be pedaling my bike on the 60 mile loop of Tahoe Sierra Century on September 20th.