Guess what my popular blog post of all time is?
Are you an ATGATT Rat?
How to trailer your bike
New Bike, Anniversary Present
No, none of the above.
For all my motorcycle safety content, ATGATT evangelism content, how-to-fix-your-own-bike content, the most popular post every week, according to Google Analytics, is Test Driving The Harley Davidson V-Rod Muscle.
I don't know why this should surprise me. Harley Davidsons are immensely popular bikes. And I surely see more of them on the road than I do riders wearing ATGATT.
But somehow this statistic depresses me. That my message is not reaching the audience I want it to. That the primary purpose of this blog is subverted.
However, on the other hand, maybe the Harley Davidson V-Rod review will lure Harley riders in and expose them to the message of ATGATT. Perhaps just one in one hundred will click on another page on the blog, see something about ATGATT, and change their evil ways.
Let's hope.
Upcoming Ohio River Scenic Byway Travel Posts
Start following this blog:
http://www.49ccscooterlife.blogspot.com/2012/05/upcoming-ohio-river-scenic-byway-travel.html
I'm looking forward to posts from Ruckus Scooter Love about the Ohio Scenic Byway.
Didn't think I'd find much in common with the rider of a 110cc scooter, but I was wrong. I love roads like this!
http://www.49ccscooterlife.blogspot.com/2012/05/upcoming-ohio-river-scenic-byway-travel.html
I'm looking forward to posts from Ruckus Scooter Love about the Ohio Scenic Byway.
Didn't think I'd find much in common with the rider of a 110cc scooter, but I was wrong. I love roads like this!
A road I've never been...
After a very rough year last year, with hardly any saddle time, I'm happy to report that my motorcycle is getting plenty of use this year.
Mostly my saddle time is commute time. I enjoy riding to work and find it turns a mundane task into an enjoyable one -- in many ways the highlight of my day.
But the same commute on the same route every day -- even on a motorcycle -- can get a little boring.
So I've tried something different this week -- I'm trying to find a different route home every night.
Mine is a suburban commute, and on my way to work I'm focused on arriving on time and safely. But on my way home, I can take a more relaxed approach. I can afford to take a wrong turn and backtrack in order to find my way again.
I'm rediscovering routes that I took years ago and had somehow forgotten. I'm trying to find new passageways that take me through interesting neighborhoods, and along interesting roads.
I'd rather follow a winding road through a tree-lined subdivision than race from stoplight to stoplight on a four-laned major thoroughfare. I'd rather take River Road than 96th street.
You win some and you lose some. Tonight I found some new routes, but ended sitting on a four-laned thoroughfare, in 90 degree heat, with road construction and little forward motion. That's the worst!
They can't all be winners.
Tomorrow, I'll choose a different way.
Mostly my saddle time is commute time. I enjoy riding to work and find it turns a mundane task into an enjoyable one -- in many ways the highlight of my day.
But the same commute on the same route every day -- even on a motorcycle -- can get a little boring.
So I've tried something different this week -- I'm trying to find a different route home every night.
Mine is a suburban commute, and on my way to work I'm focused on arriving on time and safely. But on my way home, I can take a more relaxed approach. I can afford to take a wrong turn and backtrack in order to find my way again.
I'm rediscovering routes that I took years ago and had somehow forgotten. I'm trying to find new passageways that take me through interesting neighborhoods, and along interesting roads.
I'd rather follow a winding road through a tree-lined subdivision than race from stoplight to stoplight on a four-laned major thoroughfare. I'd rather take River Road than 96th street.
You win some and you lose some. Tonight I found some new routes, but ended sitting on a four-laned thoroughfare, in 90 degree heat, with road construction and little forward motion. That's the worst!
They can't all be winners.
Tomorrow, I'll choose a different way.
Motorcycles and Jingoism
As I sat in a conference
room at work, waiting for yet another meeting to begin, I overhear the
new young Russian girl at work talking about riding her bike to work.
"Oh, really? what do you ride?". I asked enthusiastically.
"A Kawasaki KLR 250'" she replied.
We were about to settle into comfortable conversation about real bikes when Frank, the pot-bellied pirate across the table stirred to life and started telling us about his Harley Davidson ... A 1950 Panhead.
"I'd never ride yours cause it ends in '...ski'", he said, smirking at his own cleverness.
I turned to Sveta, and was about ready to mock him with, "Really?? Ski?? A POLISH motorcycle?!?" But before I could begin, he launched into a diatribe about how people who buy Japanese bikes or cars are responsible for all America's troubles.
Again, before I could speak, he continues with, "Of course I don't ride it much...on account of that hard tail suspension and my two spine surgeries..."
I wanted to say, but was saved from my moment of mean-spiritedness by the meeting starting, "Wow, maybe if you drive a bike with a real suspension, you wouldn't have had those spinal surgeries."
But during the whole "Made In America" argument, I saw the irrational lunacy in his eyes, and elected not to start that old argument.
What a douche bag! He doesn't even know he's a joke, a caricature, and the subject of my mocking blog entry.
"Oh, really? what do you ride?". I asked enthusiastically.
"A Kawasaki KLR 250'" she replied.
We were about to settle into comfortable conversation about real bikes when Frank, the pot-bellied pirate across the table stirred to life and started telling us about his Harley Davidson ... A 1950 Panhead.
"I'd never ride yours cause it ends in '...ski'", he said, smirking at his own cleverness.
I turned to Sveta, and was about ready to mock him with, "Really?? Ski?? A POLISH motorcycle?!?" But before I could begin, he launched into a diatribe about how people who buy Japanese bikes or cars are responsible for all America's troubles.
Again, before I could speak, he continues with, "Of course I don't ride it much...on account of that hard tail suspension and my two spine surgeries..."
I wanted to say, but was saved from my moment of mean-spiritedness by the meeting starting, "Wow, maybe if you drive a bike with a real suspension, you wouldn't have had those spinal surgeries."
But during the whole "Made In America" argument, I saw the irrational lunacy in his eyes, and elected not to start that old argument.
What a douche bag! He doesn't even know he's a joke, a caricature, and the subject of my mocking blog entry.
ST1300: Helmet Hook?
ST1300 owners, where are you putting your helmets when you park the
bike?
I'm currently stuffing mine in one of the side cases, but I don't really like that solution. It means one side case must remain basically empty when travelling, so it can hold the helmet when I stop. The stock helmet hooks under the seat are cumbersome and/or useless. Occasionally I'll hang it on the right rider foot peg by the chin, but that's pretty vulnerable to being knocked off.
I'm currently stuffing mine in one of the side cases, but I don't really like that solution. It means one side case must remain basically empty when travelling, so it can hold the helmet when I stop. The stock helmet hooks under the seat are cumbersome and/or useless. Occasionally I'll hang it on the right rider foot peg by the chin, but that's pretty vulnerable to being knocked off.
To Monetize, Or Not To Monetize
Do any other moto bloggers allow the placement of ads in their blog?
How do you feel about blogs with ads?
I've had ads on my blog for a number of years; I think I've earned enough for a cup of coffee at Starbucks, for all my "monetization".
Why does putting an ad on my blog make me feel like a sell out?
How do you feel about blogs with ads?
I've had ads on my blog for a number of years; I think I've earned enough for a cup of coffee at Starbucks, for all my "monetization".
Why does putting an ad on my blog make me feel like a sell out?
Rear View - a different perspective
I was riding home from work the other day, taking in the sights and sounds of the trip, caught up in the journey, when suddenly I noticed a police car looming up behind me in my rear view mirror.
Terror struck me as I wondered, "How long has he been following me? What could he have seen me do?"
I started thinking about my trip in reverse, from the perspective of a how a traffic cop would have seen it.
"Did he see me roll through that four way stop without putting my feet down? Would he believe me if I said I stopped, if I didn't stop long enough to touch down?"
"What is the speed limit through here, anyway? Would he believe me if I claimed I was in unfamiliar territory and had missed the speed limit sign?"
"Did I break any laws when I passed that left-turning car who ha d stopped in my lane by riding around him on the right? I certainly didn't do anything I haven't seen cagers do every day."
I kept hoping, at every major intersection, that he would turn right or left, but instead he kept following me. Surely if he were going to stop me, he'd have done so by now.
Unable to take the suspense any longer, I finally turned down some side street just for the sake of knowing whether he was truly tailing me or not. I turned right and held my breath, again watching my rear view mirrors. Would he turn onto the street after me, or keep going?
Thankfully, he passed me by and kept going. I breathed a great sigh of relief and continued home.
Terror struck me as I wondered, "How long has he been following me? What could he have seen me do?"
I started thinking about my trip in reverse, from the perspective of a how a traffic cop would have seen it.
"Did he see me roll through that four way stop without putting my feet down? Would he believe me if I said I stopped, if I didn't stop long enough to touch down?"
"What is the speed limit through here, anyway? Would he believe me if I claimed I was in unfamiliar territory and had missed the speed limit sign?"
"Did I break any laws when I passed that left-turning car who ha d stopped in my lane by riding around him on the right? I certainly didn't do anything I haven't seen cagers do every day."
I kept hoping, at every major intersection, that he would turn right or left, but instead he kept following me. Surely if he were going to stop me, he'd have done so by now.
Unable to take the suspense any longer, I finally turned down some side street just for the sake of knowing whether he was truly tailing me or not. I turned right and held my breath, again watching my rear view mirrors. Would he turn onto the street after me, or keep going?
Thankfully, he passed me by and kept going. I breathed a great sigh of relief and continued home.
Road Grace vs. Road Rage
I was riding my bike to work, in morning rush hour traffic, when a car nearly took me out. This is not an uncommon occurrence. In fact, this is a common scenario of the type that a rider simply has to be prepared for.
The driver and I were side by side, heading the same direction. The driver was on my left. She pulled a half a car length ahead of me them began to merge into my lane. Clearly she was unaware I was there. I was riding in her blind spot.
No problem. I saw this coming. I squeezed the brakes and dropped behind her. This happens at least once a day when I commute, and I don't think anything of it. I don't get upset, I just accept it and move on.
A moment later she realized her mistake, returned to her lane, and waved an apology. I waved a dismissal . . . No problem. This happens occasionally.
Then at the next stop light, the two of up drove up side by side to sit and wait for the green. She rolled down her window. I could see now she was an older lady. She called out to me, "I am SO sorry. I
didn't see you. I just feel terrible." She was distraught.
It's hard to converse with a full face helmet on. I've found the older generation especially are intimidated by motorcyclists -- perhaps some ancient stigma associated with bikes from a by-gone era. We're not all Hell's Angels any more.
I opened my face plate, but the chin bar still obscures my mouth and, I'm sure, makes it harder to hear me. It makes lip reading impossible.
"Don't worry about it," I replied, cheerfully. "It's not a problem at all."
She apologized profusely again, and I again reassured her there was no harm done.
The light turned green, and we both continued on our way.
It occurred to me that I had just witnessed, and participated in, an incident of "Road Grace", the opposite of "Road Rage."
How many cagers would be so thoughtful as to apologize for a lane changing indiscretion?
How many motorcyclists would accept the apology if offered?
The driver and I were side by side, heading the same direction. The driver was on my left. She pulled a half a car length ahead of me them began to merge into my lane. Clearly she was unaware I was there. I was riding in her blind spot.
No problem. I saw this coming. I squeezed the brakes and dropped behind her. This happens at least once a day when I commute, and I don't think anything of it. I don't get upset, I just accept it and move on.
A moment later she realized her mistake, returned to her lane, and waved an apology. I waved a dismissal . . . No problem. This happens occasionally.
Then at the next stop light, the two of up drove up side by side to sit and wait for the green. She rolled down her window. I could see now she was an older lady. She called out to me, "I am SO sorry. I
didn't see you. I just feel terrible." She was distraught.
It's hard to converse with a full face helmet on. I've found the older generation especially are intimidated by motorcyclists -- perhaps some ancient stigma associated with bikes from a by-gone era. We're not all Hell's Angels any more.
I opened my face plate, but the chin bar still obscures my mouth and, I'm sure, makes it harder to hear me. It makes lip reading impossible.
"Don't worry about it," I replied, cheerfully. "It's not a problem at all."
She apologized profusely again, and I again reassured her there was no harm done.
The light turned green, and we both continued on our way.
It occurred to me that I had just witnessed, and participated in, an incident of "Road Grace", the opposite of "Road Rage."
How many cagers would be so thoughtful as to apologize for a lane changing indiscretion?
How many motorcyclists would accept the apology if offered?
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