Our Adventures

"Sunrise in the mirror
Lightens that invisible load
Riding on a nameless quest
Haunting that wilderness road
Like a ghost rider"

---RUSH

Those lyrics penned by Rush drummer and fellow motorcyclist played over and over in my mental PA as dawn broke behind me. The big beemer felt comforting underneath me moving quickly westward into the Temblor Range as I tried to shake off the anger brought on my yesterdays events.

My wife had been fired yesterday, unjustly, with no explination by an untouchable bueracarsy we once felt we could trust.

I had wanted to ride the Angeles Crest Highway, which is a two-lane segment of California State Route 2, for quite some time. The majority of the route passes through the mountainous terrain located north of the Los Angeles Basin. Its alignment passes through the Angeles National Forest in the San Gabriel Mountains. Segments of the road reach altitudes above 7,000 feet, with a summit of 7,903 feet at the Dawson Saddle. We were out for a long day of riding and had just turned off Route 2, and begun traversing a beautiful, narrow 2-lane twisty road towards the top of Mt. Wilson.

Months later and many rides later now...

The RT is still sporting some crash damage but has been put back in perfectly workable condition. So on a Saturday not too long ago my faithful Pillion and I decided to put our demons to rest and once again attempt the acsent up Mount Wilson

The weather was a little shaky that day but we decided to go for it anyway.

After the obligitory stop at Mike's in Castaic California for the "Truckers Specila" we were off...

Meeting Henry Pt 2

Meeting Henry (Miller)

Glass Mountain/Oregon Caves Trip Log

Final Preparations.

Tomorrow morning we embark on an another assignment for Friction Zone Magazine.
Our longest a biggest yet. A double road trip. Excellent.

Tomorrow we’ll put in about 300 miles on “The Slab” and spend the night at Patti’s sister’s house in Sacramento. This is kind of grinding on me a little bit because a truly manly day’s ride is at least 500 miles, but Patti has convinced me we will do a better job of our assignment if we ride less maniacally. I’ve learned to trust her intuition in these matters.

Today, just for today, I hate small towns. Sure they’re charming, full of history and on average have a much higher percentage of friendly people than the city. But to be stranded in one as we have been for a week now is an entirely different matter. A person can’t get things they need in them. Particularly if what one needs is a 12 mm hex tool for a torque wrench. Above a certain elevation they don’t even know they exist. But I digress.The Non-Ride From Hell

It has been a while since I have posted and was just reading the last thing I left here. Looks like I never did conclude the tale. Suffice it to say that we EVENTUALLY made it home and the best part of the story is published this month in Friction Zone magazine. The pdf files of that story will be available on our website

The Harley Dude and Beemerman Road Show

soon....

That trip really dinged us and we have had to lay low for a while.

Which, as I don't need to tell this group, has been extremely frustrating.