tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23649030490174937562024-03-13T19:55:09.436-04:00For Love of a MotorbikeBeemerGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15239761274177026636noreply@blogger.comBlogger224125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364903049017493756.post-9206089380202832072018-04-07T23:02:00.000-04:002018-04-07T23:02:34.817-04:00Changes are a'coming...I did it. I finally did it.<br />
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Sometime at the end of this month I'll be disengaging from the corporate teet. I've been at the end of my rope for a very long time, and finally worked up the courage to leave. Of course, Oilburner is the impetus, and provided some great alternative views.<br />
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Oilburner has been unwell for a very long time. He is starting to get better, with more energy, being more active, and having a better attitude. While I haven't said anything about it...yet...Oilburner spent a couple months in Colorado last year at a national recreation area. He really enjoyed the lifestyle, living in the travel trailer. He enjoyed the work and the routine. Which was what he really needed at this stage.<br />
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This year, he has found a position with the Army Corp of Engineers in Alaska. Yes. You have read that right. ALASKA!!<br />
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I finally see a different life for myself. So I am going for it. While Oilburner is working away, I'm playing. I'm looking to play for about 4 months or so. BBWWWAAAHAHAHHAA<br />
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We will be driving the van, loaded with the two Honda CB500's, and pulling the travel trailer...for a jaunt through the lower 48 and settling near Fairbanks, AK for a couple months. <br />
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Funny anecdote...you know you are getting old when:<br />
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BeemerGirls doctor: calculating the longevity of birth control and mused that by the time this needs to be replaced, I won't need it anymore.... <br />
BeemerGirl: uuummm....<br />
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Oilburner: let's go to Chik-Fil-A for lunch, maybe the regulars will be there even though it is a weekend.<br />
BeemerGirl: you go to Chik-Fil-A enough that you have regulars? Is that like the old guys hanging outside the general store jawin'?<br />
Oilburner: uuummmm<br />
BeemerGirl: well now all you need to do is make friends with some of them!!BeemerGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15239761274177026636noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364903049017493756.post-81337544039358289692018-02-26T21:59:00.001-05:002018-02-26T22:28:45.817-05:00How to stay positive......when you have to wake up at 4:30 (after 3 hours of sleep), be out of the house at 5:30, to get to the airport at 6:30 to catch a flight to NJ at 8:00<br />
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...when you are looking for a parking space and get trapped in a one-way lane to exit the parking area (because there are no point of no return signs), causing you to have to completely drive around the airport again to get back<br />
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...when the client address takes you to the middle of their campus, not their building<br />
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...when you need client approval to get through their security gate and your colleague didn't warn you (and he was the one that set up the meeting)<br />
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...when you call for the taxi at the end of the day and he encounters all the same problems as above<br />
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...when your taxi driver misses the exit for the airport, and side streets are congested with rush hour traffic. Said setback of 20+ minutes<br />
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...when your taxi driver also can't follow signs to your terminal and again delays arrival by another 10+ minutes (Uber driver, so shouldn't be due to length of ride)<br />
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...when you have TSA pre-check, and the pre-check lanes are closed<br />
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...when you have to enter the same long queue as everyone else, but have a laminated card saying that you don't have to take your shoes off to go through security. Still have to remove the laptop and any electronics larger than a cell phone, though.<br />
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...when your flight is delayed by 15 minutes<br />
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...when your flight is delayed by another 15 minutes (and yes, this was a day flight, there and back)<br />
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...when the plane is freezing, everything feels damp, and you could only sleep before takeoff<br />
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...when your parking ticket gets folded in half, the machine is not able to read it and tells you to proceed to a cashier or call support<br />
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...when support doesn't answer, and doesn't help<br />
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...when you have to signal to the guy behind you to back up, because you certainly can't proceed forward to a cashier<br />
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...when you finally make it to a cashier and you have to stretch out of your car because she is too lazy to reach halfway for your card<br />
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...when she says the first card won't scan (corporate card)<br />
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...when the second card won't scan and the error message is "card is invalid or inserted backwards" (stupid cashier)<br />
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...when you can't get through traffic to exit the airport and have to circle the airport again (3 times in 1 day!!)<br />
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...when you finally get headed towards home and wonder what is for dinner at 11 pm, since you haven't eaten anything but eggs at 6:00 am<br />
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...when you say "fuck it, I'm having McDonald's because I want a chocolate shake"<br />
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...when you drive to the McDonald's beyond your house because the one on the way home is in a sketchy neighborhood, and the one closest to home hasn't fixed their broken drive-thru in over 3+ years (order at the final window and wait)<br />
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...when you finally get to the "good McDonald's" and order and think all is well<br />
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...when you get to the window and they tell you the shake machine has shut itself down, would I like something else or a refund<br />
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...when you ask for a refund and provide your card and then ask for a diet coke<br />
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...when you are told that they are out of diet coke<br />
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...when you finally select Dr Pepper...and get your food, and they have refunded your card and you start to drive away and they yell at you that you haven't paid (even though they had your card and you have a refund!!)<br />
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...when you can't back up because the car behind you has already moved forward<br />
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...when you have to pull forward, wait for the manager to come get your card <b><u>again</u></b> and charge dinner<br />
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...when you finally get to walk in the door at 11:30 pm<br />
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...when you are getting ready for bed at 12:30 and discover that you foot is <span style="color: blue;">BLUE</span> and realize that the "damp" feeling on the plane was actually real and the toilet on the plane was leaking and dyed your sock and foot blue<br />
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...<i>sigh</i>...another day in paradise...or so they tell meBeemerGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15239761274177026636noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364903049017493756.post-83365617023224619892018-02-16T11:44:00.001-05:002018-02-16T11:44:24.825-05:00Sun and TriggersI had the briefest glimpse of a beautiful sun this morning. It was reflected in all of the rain drops still clinging to the bare branches. It’s been overcast and rainy for the last week, so this glimpse was much needed. It was brief because I was passing through it from the climate controlled car to the environment controlled office. Also brief because the clouds have started to float back in.<br />
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I did take a few moments to enjoy this special occurrence. I slowed my step, closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and luxuriated in the warmth of the sun on my cheeks. (And secretly wishing I was in the hammock.) This moment was perfect. Wish it could be bottled.<br />
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Took a deep breath and had the lightest hint of some sweet, floral smell. As they say, smell is strongly linked to memory. This smell triggered some fleeting memory that I could not catch. It smelled like Easter. It was full of frills and pastels and brightly dyed eggs and sugary treats. Ahhh...the smell was jelly beans. The whiff of candied sugar when you first open a bag of jelly beans and the mish-mash of flavors wafts up. I’m not talking cloying and overbearing, just the fleetest of whiffs. Spring is already starting to scamper in.BeemerGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15239761274177026636noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364903049017493756.post-65080249209245555232017-06-18T22:18:00.000-04:002017-06-18T22:18:16.725-04:00First Ride with the CB500XHow does time pass so quickly?!? I've been meaning to update you on the new Honda in the stable. <br />
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Yes, I did come home to find the lovely tan Honda CB500XA in the stable. As I hadn't test sat on it, I was afraid the fit wouldn't be right. I'm not one to purchase things sight unseen. I also don't care to purchase bikes unridden, but very few new bikes are serviced and available for test riding. That seems to only be the domain of Harley Davidson and BMW. We had read many reviews that said this bike was very comfortable for tall riders in the 6 foot range. So I was optimistic.<br />
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Oilburner had a difficult time finding the bike. Dealers in the area said they were in stock, but not "in stock" to look at. They could get them from the warehouse with a deposit. He called around and located a dealer that said they had one. When he arrived, the salesman he talked to was not available, and the one he was working with said the bike wasn't there. Confusion abounds. After some searching it was uncovered that the parts department had taken the bike and was using it as their display! As you have seen from previous pics they had a mannequin with riding clothes, gloves, helmet, boots completed decked out. So...that is how I got the bike. Many people had been looking for it and inquiring about it, but the salesmen didn't know where it was. (Even the owner of that pretty GS700 from a few posts ago and called about that bike before buying the GS.)<br />
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Then comes the haggling. Now I am hearing this all second hand and am amazed at the dickering that Oilburner did. The price tag on the bike was NOT what the advertised price was on Cycle Trader. The salesman tried to get around it by saying it wasn't the same bike, until they checked VINs. No disputing it. Oilburner had them knocking $1700 off the bike in one fell swoop. The Cycle Trader ad also mentioned a $100 gear credit. Again, they hemmed and hawed, but gave in and gave it to him. Wow. Just wow. <br />
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The story just gets so exciting! Makes her look that much more attractive.<br />
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All this time I'm asking Oilburner if he intends to purchase one, or if he will be content with his XR650L. He assured me that his 650 was great, he wasn't interested and it was paid for. Yeah, those assurances didn't last long. He rode mine 1 mile to unload it and get into in the stable and he was smitten. Or course, I didn't know that at the time. As we are talking about it more on Friday, I'm commenting that it is for the best that he keeps his XR650L as there would be no way that the dealership would possibly honor the same price for a second one.<br />
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I was wrong. Apparently, he had already ordered one that had to be brought in from Alabama. And they gave him the same price. The only difference was that his didn't have ABS and mine did. Hmmm...<br />
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Meet Oilburners bike...<br />
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We needed to break the new bikes in. Mine had 1 mile on the clock. His had 2. :) What better way to break a bike in then ride it like you stole it in the twisties. That's how I broke the last GS in, and it hasn't leaked one drop of oil.</div>
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We grabbed Alex and went into the mountains. Had lunch at TWoS and hit the curves hard. Hwy 60, Hwy 180, Richard B Russell. The boys were into the curves, so the only way I was getting pics of the bikes was to stop without them. They eventually found me.</div>
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Impression: Feels very light, even though only 100 lbs lighter than the 1200GS. Very "flickable". Shorter wheel-base made the twisties fun, after learning when to turn. Never having ridden an inline engine she was very smooth to shift. Learning to care for a chain driven bike with be fun what with lubing and adjusting on a regular basis. Love getting 54+ miles per gallon. </div>
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Funny story: As I was not even in the state when Oilburner purchased my bike, obviously the bike is in his name. I thought it only justified that his bike be in my name. HA!</div>
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And yes...the XR650L went up on the selling block. More on that next time.</div>
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I was in some intense training in NJ Wed and Thurs of this week. I hadn’t looked at my phone all day. When I had a quick break at the end of the day this is what I saw that I had missed…<br />
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So guess who came home late Thursday night to see her new bike? Guess I’m getting rid of the R1200R sooner than expected. <br />
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P.S. She is fun to ride…BeemerGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15239761274177026636noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364903049017493756.post-35828787275665546702017-05-04T19:18:00.000-04:002017-05-04T19:18:43.657-04:00Something Followed Me Home<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This fun little cutie drove me home the other day. Before we all get our hopes up, no, she isn't here to stay. She belongs to a friend. Oilburner [was] volunteered to install a lowering kit. So we met in between and transferred. Gotta say this F700GS was EXCITING to ride!!! She handled well, great suspension, headlight leaves something to be desired at night, and some fabulous wind sheer at highway speeds.</div>
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Well...new house, different leak, same jet engine. Late last night we finally located the source of the moldy smell that I had been picking up on. And in a rather disgusting way. Let's just say you don't ever want to see mushrooms growing in your carpet. We've spent today trying to find the company that could help us to remediate and restore. Oilburner spent half the day trying to find the source of the leak, to no avail. Same with the team that was sent out. No clue. No roofline, no spigot, no water pipes. So now we have the carpet partially ripped up, the dehumidifier in the room, and just waiting until they can start pulling the lovely wood paneling down to see the exact extent of the water damage, the extent of the "growth", and determine if we can actually figure out the source of the water. Sigh.<br />
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Can this be believed?? We are actually letting go of some horses and clearing a space in the barn? Unheard of!! We've finally made the decision to release the pent up horses in the Honda XL600R and send it to a new and better home where it will get more attention.<br />
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Second Annual woman-led ADVWoman Rally dates announced for July 20-23, 2017, in Granby, Colorado</h3>
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<strong>GRANBY, COLORADO, February 9, 2017 – Second Annual woman-led ADVWoman Rally dates Announced for July 20-23, 2017, at Flying Heels Rodeo Arena in Granby, Colorado</strong><br />
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Dates are announced for the second annual adventure rally organized for women and families. To be held July 20-23, 2017, in Granby, Colorado, the event will include a variety of self-guided rides, Geocache scavenger hunt, classroom training sessions as well as on-range adventure and dirt bike rider training. All instructors are women! Men are welcome too-- this is a female and family friendly rally.<br />
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“We are building on last year’s success with several key changes,” said Pat Jacques, Rally Director. “BMW Off Road instructor Caroline Stevenson has joined the teaching staff, plus the rally is expanded to four days, Thursday through Sunday. We have obtained indoor convention space, and have hotel accommodations available. We will teach on-range rider training ‘Adventure Essentials’ and ‘Dirt Bike Essentials’, and we’ve added the advanced level ‘BDR Essentials’ class. This will support riders in successfully completing the Colorado Backcountry Discovery Route teaching steep ascents and descents, hair pin turns, water crossings, and rocky terrain skills.”<br />
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Last year’s Rally was a great success with several participants traveling over 1800 miles to attend. “I knew the ladies would have a blast, but I was most surprised by how much the gentlemen enjoyed themselves,” said Jacques. “They were thrilled to see their spouses and partners quickly gain confidence and skill, which translates to more opportunities to enjoy riding together and also strengthens the industry.”<br />
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Classroom Sessions are open to all attendees and will run Thursday & Friday 3:30PM-4:30PM and 4:45-5:45PM, with several classes running simultaneously in different locations. Topics include trailside maintenance, trailside first aid, intro to GPS navigation, fitness and training for off-road riding, truck & trailer motorcycle loading and unloading, flat tire repair, how to pick up a bike, moto-camping and travel photography.<br />
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“Women teaching women is natural and transformative. We’re excited to have Canadian GS Trophy Candidate and BMW Off-Road Certified Instructor Caroline Stevenson joining our all-woman staff this year. Caroline’s quiet, confident manner and considerable skill is sure to resonate with many women,” said Jacques.<br />
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Immediately following the Rally there will be a “First Ever” All-ladies Colorado Backcountry Discovery (COBDR) Tour led by Jacques and fellow adventure rider Alisa Clickenger. All classes are taught Thursday and Friday so participants can enjoy a full day of adventure riding on Saturday.<br />
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<a href="https://advwoman.com/">https://advwoman.com/</a>BeemerGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15239761274177026636noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364903049017493756.post-27168071566729897812017-02-15T22:56:00.001-05:002017-02-15T22:56:37.359-05:00Everything but the kitchen sink<p>Remember the proverb “For want of a nail”?</p> <p><em>For want of a nail the shoe was lost. For want of a shoe the horse was lost. For want of a horse the rider was lost. For want of a rider the battle was lost. For want of a battle the kingdom was lost. All for the want of a horsehoe nail.</em></p> <p>That is what I felt like over the weekend. Everything was thrown at me except for the kitchen sink. And the rain.</p> <p>The work week last week was Atrocious. Absolutely atrocious. To the point of questioning myself if it was worth it anymore. Should I be looking for another job that will give me more time at home, less stress, fewer responsibilities. I needed to get out, and Oilburner surprised me with the night in Savannah. I wanted to ride so I could feel the wind in my face. I wanted to clear the cobwebs. Oilburner has been having his own issues, and was not physically well enough to ride. I didn’t want to drive because I knew I would stew in my own head. So what was the compromise?</p> <p>He said it was time for me to learn to ride with a passenger. I have been avoiding that little experience for a very long time. In the beginning I was able to use the excuse that I was new to riding. Then it was the excuse that I was afraid to drop the bike and hurt my passenger or my bike. We won’t debate the order of priority. Hehe</p> <p>This time I was out of excuses. If I wanted to ride, I was going to have to suck it up. And I was ok with that. It was surprisingly easy to get over that mental hurdle. However, he then threw in that I should ride his bike.</p> <p>Please realize that I have ridden his bike a total of 3 times in 2 1/2 years. For a total of about 35 miles. The first ride was picking it up from the dealership, for 7 miles. Mind you they were an exhilarating 7 miles. It was the first time I had tested the new water cooled engine, and I managed to get that thing from 0-60 in lightning speed. The second time Oilburner <em>forced</em> me to try it in the mountains to see how I liked the handling. Don’t get me wrong. It is a nice bike, but too big and bulky and weighty for me. The third time was out of absolute necessity when we took a weekend trip and I didn’t have warm enough gear. The windshield and fairings kept enough wind off to keep me warm until we arrived at the hotel about 15 miles down the road. (Yes, I had on just about every article of clothing before I gave in to riding his bike.)</p> <p>Like I said, his bike is nice, just not the bike for me. It is weighty at 604 lbs wet. Compared to the GS coming in at 525 lbs wet, it is much heavier, changing the center of gravity. It is wide. I mean, I know I am wide…but not nearly as much as that bike! The seating position makes me feel like I am sitting on top of the bike, not feeling integrated with it. With that seating I’ve had difficulty getting my feet off of the pegs , around the fairings and onto the ground. It just wasn’t what I would consider a comfortable bike. Plus I always worried about the cost of all the plastic in the event that I dropped it and scratched it.</p> <p>Well…it took me another couple seconds to acquiesce and get over that previous sticking point. He had a point that the windsail they call a windshield and fairings would make for a more comfortable ride. And help keep the rain off if the 50% predictions came true. Ok. Suit up!</p> <p>I jumped on his bike and took it up the street to get a feel for it. Forget that the end of the street is a cul-de-sac and I had to execute my first u-turn. We started the day on the street as I was not riding down our steep driveway with him on the back. Thank goodness he is a great passenger. Leaving our neighborhood I opted for the right hand, downhill turn instead of the left hand, uphill start. Those haven’t been successful for me in the past. First turn under my belt. Small curves and stop sign was next. Huzzah! Uh oh. Next stop sign was behind someone that was not in a hurry to get into traffic. Then I had to cross traffic in a left hand turn on a fairly busy road. Ok. This isn’t so bad. </p> <p>Which way to head out of town? Freeway would be steady and require fewer stops and balancing and shifting. But by the fourth stop…I was feeling pretty darn good. Yep. The backroads with tons of waiting stoplights was the way. Again…good passenger led to good experience and there were no problems. I knew this was the way to go as I was too focused on technique and safety to even think about my bad week. I wasn’t going to have any time to wallow. And Oilburner not riding was also the right decision when he informed me that he was getting dizzy and nauseous whenever we stopped. Yeah…I don’t want him piloting his own bike.</p> <p>We eventually made it to the interstate and I must admit that I enjoyed that windsail. Very smooth. So smooth that when I got tired of a car pacing us I was easily able to out distance it. I still regret not going 3 more mph and reaching my first ton on the big RT. Bummer.</p> <p>Riding was a breeze. There was nothing to worry about with a passenger. I even executed additional u-turns for lunch without a second thought! Getting to Savannah was a breeze. Still fun to imagine what the other riders were thinking when we passed them and they realized a girl was piloting with the boy riding pillion. Or did they think Oilburner was just a masculine girl? HHhhmm…..</p> <p>Sunday was where it got interesting. I slipped. I slipped in the shower and sliced my toe open. Lots and lots of blood and pain. Luck would have it that it was my big toe. On my left foot. And which toe is used for shifting? You got it. All day Sunday had me hissing Ouch into our communicators each time I had to up shift. Or put my foot on the ground. It made for an interesting ride home. I’m just glad the rain staved off for another hour. We got the bike tucked in, wound cleaned and bound, and were just sitting down when the skies opened up.</p> <p>Thank you Oilburner for being such a good passenger and teaching me the joys of riding together. And for trusting me with your bike.</p>BeemerGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15239761274177026636noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364903049017493756.post-11828722032305323522017-02-11T21:35:00.001-05:002017-02-11T21:35:19.389-05:00Virginity Lost. Glass Ceilings Shattered.<p><a title="Savannah 2/17" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/loveofamotorbike/32694628432/in/dateposted-public/" data-flickr-embed="true"><img style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="Savannah 2/17" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/3/2572/32694628432_df25687d5e.jpg" width="500" height="375"></a><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script> </p> <p>I’ve now ridden Oilburner’s RT for 300 miles and learned to ride with a pillion. Minds appropriately blown? I’ve learned that riding two up isn’t quite as difficult or scary as I had always made it to be in my mind. I’ve learned the joys of getting a back massage while riding. I’ve learned how much fun it is to lean back and put my hand on his knee while cruising down the highway. I’ve partaken of the schadenfreude of passing a couple on a Harley, with his arm candy riding bitch…and me thinking of mine. I’ve let the little devil inside out when I quickly gunned the throttle and released it so that his helmet knocked into mine. I’ve had the GREAT laugh of knowing EXACTLY when he turned the passenger heated seat on (14 miles from home) and he couldn’t figure how I knew. </p> <p>I miss my Big Red bike. We haven’t ridden since Christmas. Hopefully I will get to ride it soon. But the sacrifice is worth it right now. I’m happy to help Oilburner to get out as well. It may only be one night, but a ride to Savannah was absolutely necessary. We may not do much while here, but just the act of getting here was the best. Remember, it isn’t about the destination, it’s the journey. The backroads home will be calling our names.</p><a title="Savannah 2/17" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/loveofamotorbike/32807122806/in/dateposted-public/" data-flickr-embed="true"><img style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="Savannah 2/17" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/3/2531/32807122806_c587b23d6f.jpg" width="375" height="500"></a><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script> <a title="Savannah 2/17" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/loveofamotorbike/32467157030/in/dateposted-public/" data-flickr-embed="true"><img style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="Savannah 2/17" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/665/32467157030_395a0b19b4.jpg" width="500" height="375"></a><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script> <a title="Savannah 2/17" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/loveofamotorbike/32033287063/in/dateposted-public/" data-flickr-embed="true"><img style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="Savannah 2/17" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/4/3916/32033287063_8c67993459.jpg" width="500" height="375"></a><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script>BeemerGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15239761274177026636noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364903049017493756.post-22315089401035475242017-01-08T23:10:00.001-05:002017-01-08T23:10:56.870-05:00Ice is fun to photograph…<p>No driving required. Got to trip the light ivy-dango around the house and take a couple interesting photos. Play with the camera I haven’t touched in ages. Hope you enjoy. Only one icicle was harmed in the making of these photos.</p><a title="IMG_4819-2.JPG" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/loveofamotorbike/32162039466/in/dateposted-public/" data-flickr-embed="true"><img style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="IMG_4819-2.JPG" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/694/32162039466_46c4272c3c_n.jpg" width="320" height="213"></a><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script> <a title="IMG_4817-2.jpg" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/loveofamotorbike/32082111941/in/dateposted-public/" data-flickr-embed="true"><img style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="IMG_4817-2.jpg" src="https://c6.staticflickr.com/1/266/32082111941_19f3594d9a_n.jpg" width="320" height="289"></a><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script> <a title="IMG_4806.JPG" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/loveofamotorbike/32200430435/in/dateposted-public/" data-flickr-embed="true"><img style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="IMG_4806.JPG" src="https://c4.staticflickr.com/1/517/32200430435_a7871d05bb_n.jpg" width="320" height="213"></a><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script> <a title="IMG_4805-2.jpg" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/loveofamotorbike/31358963864/in/dateposted-public/" data-flickr-embed="true"><img style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="IMG_4805-2.jpg" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/480/31358963864_c222d74ffd_n.jpg" width="320" height="186"></a><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script> <a title="IMG_4795-2.jpg" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/loveofamotorbike/32200425595/in/dateposted-public/" data-flickr-embed="true"><img style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="IMG_4795-2.jpg" src="https://c4.staticflickr.com/1/671/32200425595_84f821da10_n.jpg" width="320" height="204"></a>BeemerGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15239761274177026636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364903049017493756.post-58146142090724087072017-01-07T11:17:00.001-05:002017-01-07T11:17:59.180-05:00We Have Survived!!<p>I know you have probably been worried. I mean the blizzard conditions threatening the south (Atlanta) have probably made global media. Wanted to let you know that we have survived. The storm has caused a huge run on the staples: milk, bread, and eggs. Don’t even try going to the market, you’ll be forced to go for the egg white liquid or try the vinegar and baking soda option. (I would not recommend trying to scramble that vinegar and backing soda solution…don’t ask me how I know.) We are holed up with makings for chili, tacos, and lots of snacks.</p> <p>Now I’m going to warn you that the pictures below may be a little disturbing. They are filled with vicious amounts of ice and snow. This literally stops Atlanta in its tracks. I can finally say I am able to run with the big boys in Portland (both Maine and Oregon), Denver and Fairbanks. Hey Richard, do you think I can qualify for the Polar Bear Club??</p><a title="Snow-lanta" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/loveofamotorbike/32044858421/in/album-72157678761028996/" data-flickr-embed="true"><img style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="Snow-lanta" src="https://c6.staticflickr.com/1/561/32044858421_aab3143fc3_n.jpg" width="320" height="240"></a><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script> <a title="Snow-lanta" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/loveofamotorbike/31788192820/in/album-72157678761028996/" data-flickr-embed="true"><img style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="Snow-lanta" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/619/31788192820_428870ee18_n.jpg" width="240" height="320"></a><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script> <a title="Snow-lanta" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/loveofamotorbike/32124859626/in/album-72157678761028996/" data-flickr-embed="true"><img style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="Snow-lanta" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/387/32124859626_4a2f53afd8_n.jpg" width="320" height="240"></a><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script> <a title="Snow-lanta" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/loveofamotorbike/32163072205/in/album-72157678761028996/" data-flickr-embed="true"><img style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="Snow-lanta" src="https://c6.staticflickr.com/1/676/32163072205_aec70b2368_n.jpg" width="320" height="240"></a><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script> <a title="Snow-lanta" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/loveofamotorbike/32014664852/in/album-72157678761028996/" data-flickr-embed="true"><img style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="Snow-lanta" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/585/32014664852_0dfc782372_n.jpg" width="320" height="240"></a><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script>BeemerGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15239761274177026636noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364903049017493756.post-15713978650989954362017-01-02T22:57:00.000-05:002017-01-02T22:59:05.437-05:00Catsup<p align="center"><font size="4">Happy New Year!!</font></p> <p>My wish for everyone is a healthy, happy, and prosperous new year. I fervently hope that 2017 will be full of food, friends, family, adventure, new sights, and new sounds. </p> <p>So hear is a little catsup from me and Oilburner:</p> <p>New Years weekend was spent camping. We took the mini-bikes in hopes of getting out. But the allure of the sofa or camp chair and a good book and knitting were overpowering.</p><a title="Camping for New Years!" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/loveofamotorbike/31918038342/in/dateposted-public/" data-flickr-embed="true"><img style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="Camping for New Years!" src="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/566/31918038342_af9fbf03c3_n.jpg" width="240" height="320"></a><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script> <a title="Camping for New Years!" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/loveofamotorbike/31948495571/in/dateposted-public/" data-flickr-embed="true"><img style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="Camping for New Years!" src="https://c4.staticflickr.com/1/594/31948495571_e7079ab181_n.jpg" width="240" height="320"></a><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script> <p>Christmas Day dawned beautiful, clear and WARM! We were hitting the low 70’s in mid Georgia and just had to take advantage of it. We met up with a friend that recently acquired a 2015 GSW in Electric Blue. Yum. We met up in Senoia, GA. For those of you Walking Dead fans this city was known as Woodbury. We didn’t have a destination so enjoyed a few miles through Pine Mountain park with some great overlooks. </p> <p><a title="senoia_01.jpg" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/loveofamotorbike/31753650372/in/dateposted-public/" data-flickr-embed="true"><img style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="senoia_01.jpg" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/461/31753650372_cd2856f715_n.jpg" width="320" height="177"></a><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script> <a title="senoia_02.jpg" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/loveofamotorbike/31528319960/in/dateposted-public/" data-flickr-embed="true"><img style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="senoia_02.jpg" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/589/31528319960_efced348b5_n.jpg" width="247" height="320"></a><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script> <a title="senoia_03.jpg" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/loveofamotorbike/31528321500/in/dateposted-public/" data-flickr-embed="true"><img style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="senoia_03.jpg" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/379/31528321500_462638a567_n.jpg" width="320" height="177"></a></p> <p><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script><a title="senoia_04.jpg" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/loveofamotorbike/31061184394/in/dateposted-public/" data-flickr-embed="true"><img style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="senoia_04.jpg" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/324/31061184394_511442eb4a_n.jpg" width="320" height="227"></a><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script> <a title="senoia_05.jpg" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/loveofamotorbike/31061185564/in/dateposted-public/" data-flickr-embed="true"><img style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="senoia_05.jpg" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/400/31061185564_4ef6d33c9e_n.jpg" width="320" height="195"></a><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script></p> <p>And I am teaching myself knitting. I’ve knitted the cap and mitts. Working on the scarf now. It’s the garter stitch at this moment. The book I bought has 12 projects that will teach me garter, stockinette, ribbing, and seed. 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The GS was laid up and half apart in an attempt to ready her for the Multiple Sclerosis ride. So what to do when we want to ride? Take out the R!<br />
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Since Oilburner hasn't ridden her to work this year, the R12R has been a little neglected. Unfortunately she wasn't on a battery tender and had to be jumped. That didn't put a damper on our day, we merely packed the jumper cables and took off. I had my hopes that the ride would put the juice back into her and things would be fine.<br />
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We considered our options. Would we go back up to Maine and possibly hit Labrador this year? Should we do something unexpected and go to the Pacific Northwest? Rent some bikes and force ourselves on Trobairitz and Troubadour? Go visit Vancouver Island? Or do something completely off script and go to Iceland? New Zealand? Ecuador?<br />
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Or were we going to give that up and just put our heads down and work and figure out the mental health thing later.<br />
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Trying to make the decision weighed heavily. What to do, what to do.<br />
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Oilburner cut the guilt trip and pushed for a 2 week vacation. I bit the bullet and solidified the dates at my job. Now to decide what to do. We decided we want to do something completely unexpected, force us out of our lives and do something that would shake everything up. Since Rogey was out of the country, we could wait on New Zealand. We did a search on a motorcycle tour we have been researching the past couple of months. We sent an email request. We got an answer back. And suddenly we are leaving deposits and booking international flights and trying to figure out how to pack our riding gear and get out of dodge in 8 days.<br />
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I guess there are a few things to get off my chest...<br />
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I tend to keep things bottled up. Unless, of course, you go by the handle of Oilburner. Then you get to see the crazy come dancing forth in all its rainbow and unicorn glory.<br />
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I am basically a private person, not looking to air out the laundry. I don't want to complain about my problems because everyone has problems. Many that are worse than mine. I also tend not to talk about my successes because I don't want to boast. So that makes me a very good listener, question asker, and shoulder to cry on or vent to, as well as being your biggest cheerleader.<br />
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This also means that I tend to get stuck in my own head. Oilburner still gets to carry the brunt of that issue...<br />
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However, there are a couple of things that have been weighing heavily for awhile now that I need to get out. <br />
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Trobaritz and All Things Rogey were of the basic sentiment "Bloody Hell Bob!" Even two years later I'm still not ready. He's gone too soon and too suddenly. I am still very upset with him. And may be one of the reasons I have avoided the blogs, as his name kept popping up with new posts as Skooterbob has made its travels.<br />
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Bob and I had been texting back and forth shortly before he left us. He and Yvonne would be in Knoxville as Oilburner and I were heading north on our vacation. I put forth the idea that Oilburner and I would adjust our route and swing by to meet for dinner. It was only going to be 4-6 hours out of our way. No big deal at the start of our vacation. He declined. As we had never met in real life he wanted to reserve our first meeting to his retirement trip the following year. His reasoning was that he couldn't stand meeting for just a few hours over dinner. He wanted to wait until we could spend lots of time together to talk, ride, and eat. Days later and it was no longer an option. We had been texting the night of his death because Oilburner and I had made it to Mike and BRWs. I was sending him teaser pictures that we were taking the lodging accommodations he had occupied the year before. He was appropriately jealous.<br />
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The next day Oilburner and I went to Nova Scotia and didn't have good data coverage. So I didn't think too much about additional messages. I started to question things when we returned to the US. I pinged him a few times, figuring their vacation was going great. But I started to get concerned when another week passed without any responses. It was never like Bob to not respond. But we all know how that turned out.<br />
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Anyway...I'm still having difficulty in letting go. Therefore, one reason I withdrew from the blogs. As much as I would like to host Scooterbob, I still don't think I am ready.<br />
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Around the same time we also went through a major personal upheaval by leaving our house of 13 years, to purchase a new home to share with my mother-in-law. We were collapsing two households into one, with one lady being very unwilling to part with anything from a home she had lived in for 50 years. I can't blame her, but I also can't condone keeping 25 year old towels riddled with holes.<br />
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I tried. We tried. We weren't prepared for her actual conditions, abilities, and needs. We weren't prepared for the emotional and mental impact. The toll this would take on communication, day-to-day living, interactions, everything. We weren't prepared. You would like to think you are, but you can never be prepared for this. It was difficult to overcome. And we spiraled down. Everything we were used to in our lives had been downgraded and we were facing just existing and making it through each day. Everything suffered.<br />
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Only now are we beginning to emerge. Trying to get our heads back together and pull the strings of our lives back. But now we have an entire new crop of questions. Questions I am sure everyone asks themselves.<br />
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<li>I don't like my job, but do I move on? If yes, how and to where??</li>
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This is all a very long-winded explanation of why I withdrew for the last two years. I hope you can overlook this transgression.</div>
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I've still got my wanderlust. I've picked up many motorcycle adventure tomes. Even managed to read a couple of them when the veil lifted every so often. I give serious thought to chucking all responsibilities and going on an adventure for a year. Oilburner and I talk of this repeatedly and weigh the possibility versus the hit our responsible adults lives will take. We don't have any answers here either. Rather depressing...<br />
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I'm really hoping to reconnect with you and life and everything that we found enjoyable. Hoping that will give me the connections to start feeling responsible...</div>
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I can't believe it's been two years since I've last updated anything here. I guess it shouldn't surprise me too much given everything that has been going on, but it is still eye opening how quickly time passes.</div>
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Our lives are undergoing another drastic shift and we find ourselves trying to pick up the threads where we left them off a couple years ago. Sadly to say, we really haven't been doing much riding. (Or anything else for that matter.). Soon after getting the big red machine in the last post, we took them on a road trip to Maine again to see our dear friends Mike and BRW. We also took the newly opened ferry service between Portland and Yarmouth and spent a week in Nova Scotia. GORGEOUS!! Coastlines were beautiful, rode the Cabot Trail, overloaded the senses with scenery, and even smuggled some single malt back over the boarder from the distillery that makes the only single malt in Canada. After that we kinda parked the bikes. We took a few day trips, but we had so many other responsibilities that the thrill of riding had turned into the agony of preparation.</div>
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So....nothing of note has been going on with regards to the bikes. Hopefully that will be changing. We've already made steps forward and used the extended July 4th holiday to ride the Blue Ridge Parkway (BRP) again!</div>
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Itinerary: Thursday night - Atl to Bristol, TN, the half way point; Friday - Bristol to Waynesboro, VA, the top most city at the start of the BRP; Sat - Mon - completely open to stopping wherever we want.</div>
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We were waiting for a package to arrive Thursday afternoon that would return our riding pants, as we had sent then in for minor repairs. Of course, they didn't arrive until 7 pm. Traffic, laziness, packing, procrastination, call it what you want we left about 7:30. We had been hoping for 6. Well, we made it about 90 min up the road, stopped for fuel and to check radar. We had been seeing the clouds cover the sky, and they were trading lightning back and forth regularly.</div>
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Oilburner and I agree that it was nice to miss out on the drenching rain that made a lake out of the parking lot at the Huddle House where we had taken refuge. (What do you mean Taco Bell closes at 9 pm on a Thursday?!?!). But we still aren't sure if we would have been hit if we hadn't stopped. We were right at the convergence where the storm was moving NE and we were going NW. We <u><em>might</em></u> have dodged it. </div>
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The benefits of stopping was the food and laughter. The drawbacks was that the rain was <u>so</u> hard it seemed to have compromised my waterproof buttons because my escort/blinking lights shorted out and could not be turned off. These things run like 6 million candle watt power and were annoying Oilburner something fierce. So annoying, that 4 miles up the road we were pulling over to figure out some solution. He wanted to cut the wires. Ummm..... NO!!! Doesn't he remember how difficult these were to wire up? And besides, they come in handy when you are fogged into some mountain top on the BRP and fear getting hit. I refused to let him cut the wires and we settled on trying to just cover the lights up. We were somewhat successful, with first aid gauze and surgery tape, but I hear they were still pretty visible. Didn't bother me much, not sure why Oilburner was so annoyed. I felt he should have just ridden in front if he didn't want to look at them. ;)</div>
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We made parkway logistics more difficult then they needed to be on the first day. We didn't rush but didn't lolligag either, and wound up burning through 200 miles on the first day. We got lost trying to find a hotel in Mt. Airy, VA. No, we didn't see Andy Griffiths childhood home. The second day was great, moving in and out of the clouds. My blinky lights came in handy. :) We took it easy, tempted some fish with with warm string cheese. I learned the fine art of finessing a clutch to run in neutral downhill to see my "mileage to empty" actually run backwards. (I tempted the fuel gods, pleading for them to give me enough to make it to the next gas station 30 miles away. I started with 51 miles, rode 35, and still had 41 to go.) There was a stretch there I coasted for 9 miles, gaining 3 miles back on the computer estimate. Clutch fingers were a little tired, but it was fun calling out as the computer gave me time back.</div>
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BeemerGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15239761274177026636noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364903049017493756.post-14572105314825767992014-06-06T13:45:00.001-04:002014-06-06T13:45:21.009-04:00Now about that red bike
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<p>BMW seemed to make a lot of little changes that, on the surface, don't seem too disruptive or significant, but sure adds up to one brand new machine. The service manager at our dealership said that it took him comparing my '11 with the '14 to really see all of the little changes that had been done. I, myself, didn't notice them either until the night before I picked up the bike. Honestly, we had been waiting so long for these, and I was on the fence about buying the new one anyways, and work has been so hectic, that I hadn't been giving it much thought. So it took me researching the crash bars until I realized how much I did not like the new design in some aspects.</p>
<p>The biggest problem with upgrades like this is that they never seem to let you use the accessories you spent gobs of money on for the last bike, because they absolutely will not fit on the new one. In this case, they swapped the swingarm and the exhaust can. That required the purchase of new panniers, yet again. ARGH! (Though they have been redesigned themselves in the interrim, and they are somewhat improved.) Yeah, I don't love the plastic panniers. There are some better adventure ones out there. But I really, really like that these ones expand when needed. A lever inside the case allows it to expand another 1.5 to 2 inches. I like that for traveling. I can keep them compact for regular riding, and expand for long distance trips. Also, my helmet will actually fit in one of them. Therefore around town rides let's me hide it there, not having to carry it around everywhere.</p>
<p>Like the RT, this one has only been ridden home. So I don't have a lengthy frame of reference on the handling differences. I am going to have to reserve my judgement until I can spend more time on the bike. (This weekend!!!! squeal!!)</p>
<p>The engine is smooth. So very smooth. Just like the RT. The clutch is superb. Even though the GS doesn't have the clutchless shifting, the smallest flick of the clutch lets me shift. This model hasn't lost any overall weight, but it does feel lighter and easier. The seat has been redesigned, that even though the seat height is the same, I can actually flat foot this beast. By comparison, I could get one foot flat on the '11, with the second being mostly flat with my heal less than an inch from pavement. I didn't love that I couldn't flat foot it. I feel that is major for control in parking lots and such. I had gotten accustomed to it, and just recognized the situations when I needed to park somewhere else, or man handle the bike from the side. (Or ask Oilburner to move it.)</p>
<p>So I am disappointed in myself that I didn't instantly love this bike. People believe that is because I had ridden Oilburners and already understood the difference with the new engine. That I need more time on my bike to get a feel for it.</p>
<p>I plan on spending lots of time on it this weekend, hitting the twisties to break that engine in. I will keep you posted on thoughts and feel. </p>
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<p> BMW really reduced the amount of paint on these machines. The darker silver here was red on the '11 model. They also blacked out much more of the frame and supports in the cockpit area, darkening the overall looks. I like it as it will probably enhance visibility of the instrument cluster. They added a little sacrificial tank pad down towards the seat/crotch to prevent scratches. Good thinking. </p>
<p>Yes, they have added the "dial" on the left hand grip. On this machine it controls the GPS only. On Oilburners machine it controls EVERYTHING! Even the heated grips and seat. I was breathing a sigh of relief to learn that the heated grips is still a button the right grip. One huge disappointment is the single turn signal lever. BLECH!!! My tiny hands and short thumb make applying the turn signal something that I actually have to think about instead of just intuitive.</p>
<p>And don't ask me why the crash bars are different shapes between left and right. I only just noticed and will now have to go and look. Jeez I hope they can remove the valve covers without having to remove the bars.</p>
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<p> In case anyone was wondering...</p>
<p>Let me tell you all about the new RT(W). From an RT perspective, I can appreciate the full fairings when it comes to long distance traveling, in rain or cold conditions. Those fairings are very nice at blocking lots of environmental issues and letting you sit in a little cocoon of air behind that wind sail they call a windshield and all that plastic. (It also blocks air during high temps of summer, not allowing as much cooling air flow.) It might be pointing out the obvious that while I can appreciate the bike and its features, the bike doesn't really appeal to me.</p>
<p>This is now the third RT that Oilburner has owned. His first was the 2009 demo bike that he was able to purchase after its "year" service with 2600 miles on it. I did not ride that bike too often. I was still new to riding and too afraid of dropping the darn thing and scratching up all that expensive plastic. I did ride it a couple times in the winter when I was underdressed and a long way from home. Comparing it to my R1200R, the handling just felt a little "off". Almost like it wasn't tracking well. Hard to imagine with only two wheels. We mentioned it a couple times to the dealer, and they did some research and measuring but never discovered anything. </p>
<p>After totaling that bike, he wasn't sure what he wanted as a replacement. Weeks of researching what he might want next, we were in the BMW dealership and his eyes completely lit up when he saw his second love in the form of a 2011 model. He was so distraught over the loss of the first one, he was having a difficult time thinking of any replacments. So when I saw how excited and happy he looked for the first time, I urged him into buying it then and there.</p>
<p>To give you a little history and tradition, when our little group first started riding, Oilburner's years of riding prompted a tradition of him riding everyone's bikes home from their maiden purchase. No one did that for Oilburner, since he was the backbone after all. And he seemed to have poor luck with his bikes. That meant the purchase of this brand new 2011 meant that we wanted to enforce tradition and have someone else ride his bike home! HHmmm....now who would that be... </p>
<p>The difference in handling was night and day. I was still scared of dropping the thing, and wanted to be careful. But I was very impressed with how smooth it was compared to his '09. So while I still would never convert, it was a nicer bike in my opinion.</p>
<p>Fast forward to last Saturday. We bounced back and forth with tradition again and discussed riding each other's bikes home. It was a moot point since he has been so terribly ill that he wasn't capable of riding his home, and the GS wasn't ready. Be default I again rode his brand new 2014 R1200RT(W) home. </p>
<p>Wow. WOW!!!!!!!</p>
<p> The new oil and water cooled engine is fantastically smooth. That might also have something to do with a wet clutch. Oh my. So far, all our our BMW's have been dry clutches. This was a nice change. Oilburner also sprung for the "Pro Shift Assistant" that allows up and down shifting without the clutch. I didn't have the guts to try it. Then again, I was only on the bike about 7 miles.</p>
<p>I'm generally reluctant to do much horseplay or "feeling out" on bikes that are not mine. So it is quite surprising that I was flipping the bike through its paces, zigging and zagging across the lane to get a feel for the balance and handling a block away from the dealer. I tried to reign it in, but failed in another block when I goosed it to avoid having to stop for a very yellow light. Oops.</p>
<p>Another couple of blocks brought me to the larger thoroughfare. Saturday, time of day, empty roads. Just how did I get up to 70 mph?</p>
<p>This bike is fun. They managed to shave about 40 lbs of weight from the bike. They lowered the bars just a touch. It all added up to lighter weight, more flickable, lower center of gravity, and FUN! Don't get me wrong. I'm not a convert, but I caught myself daydreaming about a cross country ride behind those fairings. (It only lasted a second. I swear!)</p>
<p>Poor Oilburner, he had to watch me ride his new motorbike home. (He swears he didn't mind.) And as of the time of this post, he has only pushed the bike a few feet and ridden it exactly 12 feet in a forward direction. Unbelieveable.</p>
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<p> Jiminy. I just discovered that it has been three months since I last posted, or even looked at, my blog. I am being terribly remiss and neglectful. Truth is, there hasn't been much riding. And what riding there has been has been more along touring the same ol', same ol' spots. Who wants to read about, much less write about, the same places that I have outlined a time or two in the past?</p>
<p>Life has changed so much. Moving to a new house, Monster moving in (and not nearly as independent as previously advertised), having to deal much more closely with some extended family members that I would personally love to never see again. A change in jobs (my company was purchased by a much larger one in March), and while I LOVE the new company the responsibilities and expectations are much higher. Not a problem if you have the time to learn, unlike me who gets to do it in my spare time as I have a client to service 40+ hours a week.</p>
<p>It all culminates down to motivation and time. Over the last couple months we have ridden a little. We (I) have worked a paying gig as an official Motorcycle Marshal for a bicycle race south of Atlanta, in pouring rain. We had the great pleasure of running around with Mike over at <a href="http://http://scooterthefun.blogspot.com" target="_self" title="">Scooter for Fun</a>. I wish we had more time with him here. I would have loved for him to see our "mountains" and enjoy some of the twisty roads in our area, sans frost heave.<a href="http://http://scooterthefun.blogspot.com" target="_self" title="Scooter for Fun"></a></p>
<p> I was recently in New Jersey for a training class. I just missed out on meeting up with <a href="http://jackriepe.blogspot.com" target="_self" title="">Jack the Riepe</a> as I came down with stomach flu. Then picked up a head cold on the way home. I missed out on a beautiful 4 day weekend over Memorial Day. Oilburner and I had planned on a beautiful time on the Blue Ridge Parkway. Unfortunately, I just wanted to ride the sofa and sleep. Crap, crap, crap. </p>
<p>We managed to get on the bikes on Sunday afternoon and tool up to nearby Lake Burton with a lovely marina and grill that makes great hamburgers. So a short jaunt of 200 miles, but bittersweet as we contemplated all that is occurring in life and making a change in our activities that are more in line with what life is calling for right now.</p>
<p>Oilburner had already removed his marshalling accessories. He opted for the wash and wax on Monday while I slept and read. It was the big red machine's turn during the week to be dismantled to remove her accessories, and she was washed and waxed yesterday. Both bikes are clean and polished, getting ready to be shipped to their new owners.</p>
<p> I'm not sure what life will have in store for us for the next little bit. I'm looking at it with some trepidation. Giving up something that brings me so much enjoyment, escape, and pleasure.</p>
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