Category Archives: Road Tales

In a fast-paced world where most long journeys are viewed from 20,000+ feet in a jet airliner, we miss out on the detail afforded by the low viewing angle of a motorcycle saddle. In this category I have stored a collection of interesting experiences gleaned from years of motorcycle touring. Each tale may describe a multi-week trip, a single day, or one sublime instant. Some tales even have photographic evidence. While I post these tales largely for my own amusement, I have been told they have inspired some to try motorcycle touring. If so, then that seems like a useful purpose. May they help you realize that the universe still holds many thoughts to consider, humor to be enjoyed, and wonders to behold.

Just ride, baby

Truth be told, this was a fairly uneventful day.

I got a late start because I took the time to write up the previous day’s post during breakfast (Texas waffle out of the Super8 waffle maker). It was still a little chilly with temps in the upper 40s (F) and broken clouds in the sky. The wind was in my face but not oppressive like the winds I encountered during the ride down.

I knew there was some weather in front of me. There was rainy weather out in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma to Joplin, Missouri and that system would be moving east-north-east, or basically directly along my path of I44. The question wasn’t whether I would catch the system, but when.

So, the day passed, the Vector droned on, and the miles rolled.
Continue reading Just ride, baby

Posted from Troy, Illinois, United States.

A long, cold, day

The morning in Superior, Arizona was cool and clear. Checking the forecast for a few cities and towns along my route, it looked like there was a good chance that the nasty winds that I encountered on they way down were waiting to torture me on the way back too. It also looked like it would be chilly, with temperatures in the 35-50˚F range.
Continue reading A long, cold, day

Posted from Amarillo, Texas, United States.

The winds from hell

After a good night’s sleep, I was ready for an easy — albeit full day’s — ride down to Superior, AZ for Red’s MIAZ gathering. I had know idea that the day would become something of an endurance test. Continue reading The winds from hell

Posted from Superior, Arizona, United States.

Making up lost time

The last time I went down to Red’s MIAZ (Meet In Arizona) gathering, I got nearly all the way to St. Louis, Missouri on the first evening’s ride. This time, as noted in my previous post, I only got to Springfield, Illinois, which meant that I would need to make up the lost hour the next day. That would be a challenge since this day was to be 800+ miles anyway.

Yeesh.

The good news is that there wasn’t a drop of rain in the forecast. The bad news is that there was a steady strong wind coming from the west and I would be doing battle with it all day.
Continue reading Making up lost time

Posted from Amarillo, Texas, United States.

Planned for rain but got frozen instead

Nothing really went as planned for this first day out.

I wanted to get out of work around 3pm to I could be well on the road by 5pm. That would put me in good position to beat the advancing line of thunderstorms that was coming up from Indiana. It would also afford me the best chance to get down towards St. Louis, MO before I turned into a pumpkin.
Continue reading Planned for rain but got frozen instead

Posted from Springfield, Illinois, United States.

Pick your poison (weather)

I’m leaving for Arizona this evening after work and my goal is to get to somewhere around St. Louis, Missouri before getting some sleep. Unfortunately, there’s plenty of nasty weather forecasted along the way.

As it happens, I can get to St. Louis by way of either Chicago or Indianapolis. (There’s only a only a nine mile difference between these routes.) So my quandary is: which route to take?

Here’s the latest radar from the Weather Channel.

Hmm… what to do?

Posted from Detroit, Michigan, United States.

Ghost home from the Par-Tay

The following is my rework of an email message I posted to the slug list after arriving home from the annual Par-Tay up in the Pacific northwest. Continue reading Ghost home from the Par-Tay

Posted from Ann Arbor, Michigan, United States.