Hints of summer greeted us on Saturday as temperatures hit the low 80s with a chance of thunderstorms later in the day.  As we warmed up the motorcycles before heading out, I felt sweat rolling down my back, but once we started moving, the breeze kept me comfortable.  And as long as we were cruising along, I enjoyed my ride.  But the slow speed maneuvers were awful.

            Our first circles went fine; however, when we turned into a new court to get away from traffic, my turns went wide as my speed wasn’t slowing like I wanted.  I realized soon after that I had stayed in second gear, so on my other slow turns, I double checked that I was in first.  Yet still I went wide on most of my turns and felt uncomfortable on all of them.  I even had a near miss of a curb in one parking lot.  It was at that point I accepted that I was having an off day.  This acceptance allowed me to relax and not worry about wider turning.  Even still, I stalled the R Nine T when starting from a stop late in the ride, something I haven’t done in months.

            I counted ten cabbage white butterflies during the ride, and I saw dragonflies for the first time—a sign the mosquitoes will be here soon.  The best part of the ride was smelling the honeysuckle blooming alongside the road.

            My redemption came on Mother’s Day.  We took the BMW G 310 GS and the Ducati Scrambler out for photographs.  I felt for sure I would struggle with the wet clutch on the 310 and stall the motorcycle.  But I was happily surprised to have no issue with the clutch.  It was an odd feeling to ride the little 310 as there is quite a power plummet from the R Nine T.  I also struggled to shift in my Daytona boots, but I managed.

            As we headed home from our short ride, I realized that my ease of handling on the 310 was due to my greater riding experience especially my figuring out the dry clutch of the R Nine T.  After my struggles yesterday, it was a great feeling to realize I have improved as a rider.  My improvement is due to practicing those slow speed drills, and I can’t wait for next week’s ride.

            Happy Mother’s Day to my wonderful Mom and to all my readers who are Moms!

It so happened that today’s ride fell on the 17^th International Female Ride Day, and I did my part to show women enjoying motorcycles and riding.  It didn’t hurt that it was a gorgeous spring day for riding. 

            I was also celebrating my second year as a rider.  Two years ago, on May 1 and 2, I rode my first ever motorcycle, a Kawasaki Eliminator 250 small cruiser, as part of the MSF course.  Soon after, we purchased the BMW G310 GS, and I was riding.  A few months later, we got the BMW R Nine T Urban GS for Bill to ride.  Eighteen months later, that became my motorcycle as Bill began riding the Triumph Rocket GS.  In between the two BMWs, I rode a Ducati Scrambler Desert Sled Fasthouse, a bike made for cold weather riding.

            On today’s ride I found myself wondering if my skills riding the dry clutch on the R Nine T would make me a better rider on the 310 or Scrambler.  Or would I struggle relearning the friction zones of those motorcycles.  I also wondered if I would feel as confident in my tight turning drills or would the two more top-heavy bikes give me problems.  Oddly enough, I don’t feel concerned about transitioning to the R 1250 GS, and I believe that is because both the 1250 and the R Nine T have the boxer engines keeping the center of gravity lower. 

            These thoughts played through my head as I rode.  The day was so beautiful it was sheer joy to be out riding.  The roses are gorgeous, and I forgot to mention the colorful clematis I see including one bunch of deep purple, bright pink, and white.  I also forgot to mention seeing my first magnolia blossoms last week with even more flowers open this week.

            There were so many cabbage white butterflies flitting about, I lost count after ten.  I did have one zoom across my path.   I saw what I think was an American copper and for the first time one of the Sulphur butterflies; these are difficult to distinguish from the back of a motorcycle, but it was a yellow butterfly, so it fits several of the Sulphur family.

            Today’s ride also marked us scaring some young goslings, the first I’ve seen this year, as they hurried across a yard with their dutiful parents.  In a shady glen by a pond, I saw two large white geese hanging out with some of their Canadian cousins.  And again I zoomed past a mating pair of ducks grazing too close to the side of the road.

            As for my skills’ practice, I continued to work on my no look turns which are getting easier.  I also worked on smooth, synchronized take-offs from stops, meaning I left the stop at the same time as Bill.  But I also found myself waiting a beat longer at a few stops so I could ensure that I’m checking for clear roads and not just relying on Bill’s vision.

            The neighborhood road construction gave us a new challenge.  There was an actual one-foot down ditch in the road that could have been a nasty jolt if entered unprepared.  I enjoyed the little bit of off-roading and look forward to my third year of riding.

Happy IFRD!

An all-day rain on Friday and thunderstorms and rain on Sunday, yet Saturday was an ideal day for riding.  So I should not have been surprised when I spotted no less than 7 cabbage white butterflies enjoying the day, and these 7 were during the ride and not counting the 4 others I saw on the ride over.

            I actually was a little chilled as I set off having left my zippers part down thinking I would get too warm.  I rode with my visor down to stay comfortable.  But with the sun shining and little wind, it was a wonderful day for riding.  The rain from Friday gave a muted softness to grass, trees, and flowers.  The irises and roses still dominated the landscape though I did see some young peonies newly planted.

            I worked on my no-look turns again and had more success on the left turns.  I made the angle of the turn wider and made three successful no-look turns to the left.  Additionally, I was able to practice my sudden stops when a squirrel rushed out in front of Bill’s motorcycle.  These little guys do seem to like the Rocket.

            The day was so beautiful, Bill led us on some different little jaunts.  For example, we revisited my little practice street to do some U-turns, and we circled about in the school lot a few times.  I really enjoy U-turns on the R Nine T as it handles beautifully. 

            We stayed out riding a little longer than usual, but hunger finally drove us in.  On a ride like today’s, I understand how a motorcycle rider heads out for hours of open road, fresh air, and great fun.

We headed out under gray skies trying to get a ride in ahead of looming thunderstorms (see picture below).  Temperatures were in the 70s with some strong winds, but otherwise a good day for riding.  The roses are blooming everywhere, but the flower of note on this ride was the iris.  The irises are in spectacular bloom in bright yellows, vivid whites, deep purples, and even a lovely shade of light pink.

            I had a training agenda in mind for this ride.  Earlier in the week, we had watched Motojitsu’s video on “5 Things Never to Do in the Twisties” (https://youtu.be/DcMlzhQIgp8).  So I wanted to work on my entries and exits into curves and turns, body awareness, and continue my trail braking practice.  Entering curves was something covered in the MSF course, but the practice course is a parking lot with orange cones, so visibility is great.  On the road curves can be blind.  Now my route is pretty open and most curves are easy to see around, but there are a few blind turns.  The rule of thumb on entering curves on a motorcycle is to go as wide out as possible on entering the turn.  This approach means if the road curves to the left, I start my entry from over to the right side of the road.  If it is a right curve, then I enter the turn from near the center line.  By entering the curve from a wide start, I maximize how much of the lane is available to me in the turn.  As I lean around the curve, the motorcycle “eats” up the lane which brings me to the second concept of riding through curves.

            Once I’ve ridden into the curve, when do I straighten the motorcycle?  If I straighten up out of my lean too soon in the curve, I can run the bike off the road.  The rule on when to straighten is once the exit is clearly visible.  This rule is another version of looking where I want the bike to go.  So common sense would suggest that I don’t straighten the motorcycle until I see the road ahead where I want the motorcycle to go.  However, in curves the bike is leaned over, and for some riders that may be nerve-wracking.  Because they are uncomfortable in the lean, they wish to straighten up as soon as possible.  Luckily for me, leaning the R Nine T is super fun, so while I ride toward the curve’s exit, I can enjoy the lean.

            Now I am riding mostly on 25-mph roads, so my lean isn’t anywhere near approaching knee-scraping, but another mistake riders can make is entering the curve at too high a speed.  I did have that mis-shift episode and can say that entering a turn at too great a speed is freaky.  But as long as I’m operating the motorcycle correctly, I do slough off speed as I enter turns and curves.  A related mistake riders make in the curves is grabbing the brakes.  My trail braking practice is in part for this purpose.  It allows me to gradually apply the brake and add contact between the front tire and the road so if I do need to brake suddenly in a curve, I don’t have to grab the brake while the bike is leaned.  A leaned over bike losing acceleration is a target for gravity.

            The fifth mistake has to do with body position while leaning the motorcycle which is more technical than I am ready for.  I could lean my body more with my motorcycle, but at my slower speeds, it isn’t too much of a factor.  I made a huge leap in my practice on looking opposite while turning from a stop.  Well I made the leap making right turns.  I managed to keep my head turned to the left and just darted my eyes to the right as I began moving.  I did try this technique with left turns, but I realized it isn’t as simple.  When turning left, obviously I have to cross the lane of oncoming traffic.  Because of this, the turn has to go wider than my nice, tight right turns.  So I realized that I need to figure out how to get comfortable looking to the right while turning the bike on a larger radius.

            As I got ready to make a right-hand turn, I noticed a cabbage white butterfly flitting about a foot away from my right hip.  I saw another (or the same) Eastern Tiger Swallowtail and what I think was a small Spicebush Swallowtail.  I really love spring-time rides even with the constant threat of April showers.

            Maybe it was due to Tax Day, but for some reason, I had an uncomfortable ride.  It wasn’t the weather; we had a perfect day for riding—sunshine, temps in the 70s, little wind.  But within two minutes of heading out, hair blew into my right eye, and my discomfort was underway.

            I had pulled my hair back in its usual ponytail, but I forgot to use the hairspray; once my hair is back, I spray the top and sides to help prevent strays from blowing into my eyes.  No sooner had I stopped and rubbed the hairs out of my right eye than some hair blew into my left eye.  The right eye was almost painful, but the left eye was just uncomfortable, so I could keep riding.

            The glorious sunshine accentuated the bright pinks, purples, and whites on the azaleas.  The dogwoods are mostly green leaf now, but the roses have begun to bloom to continue the beauty.  As beautiful as the scenery was, I couldn’t fully appreciate it as my left elbow began to ache.  The ache in my elbow emphasized the R Nine T’s riding position, slightly hunched forward, and I found myself longing to be riding the 1250 GS with its upright riding position.  I think my elbow issue was caused by some extra activity this past week.  I helped throw out the old cabinets from my kitchen, and I may have tweaked my elbow as I tossed debris into the trash bin.  Whatever the cause, I found myself steering the motorcycle one-handed while I rested my left arm.

            My eyes, my arm, and soon my leg added to the discomfort.  I was wearing the Rev’It Ignition 3 leather pants; I’ve had issues with the built in knee pads before, but today’s discomfort was new.  I wear knee pads underneath the pants which until today has helped alleviate the discomfort.  But today the knee pad twisted underneath somehow causing a persistent pinch in my knee. 

            Despite these myriad discomforts, I did manage to focus on my looks while turning.  At the first stop, a right-hand turn, I found myself straightening the bike out as soon as I looked from the left back to the right.  It occurred to me that the solution could be as simple as looking longer in the opposite direction from my turn to keep the wheel turned.  I held my look longer and turned my head when I was ready to start straightening from the turn.  It worked really well to the right, and I even had some success with my left turns as well.

            I also managed to spy a duck couple next to the road and two Eastern Tiger Swallowtail butterflies.  I had a couple of odd shifts into neutral, but none of these were while I was decelerating for a turn thank goodness.  I hope I can figure out why these mis-shifts are happening as they are a recent development.  I think I am either too light or too heavy on the shifter.  Whatever the cause, more rides are needed to solve this mystery which makes me quite happy.

            Why does it seem that weekly weather patterns are such that the bright, sunny days are all during the week, and the rain comes for the weekend?  We’ve had rain forecasted for Friday and Saturday for the past two weekends and have rain forecasted for next Saturday as well.  Our luck has held, and we’ve been able to work in a ride, though today’s ride was shortened by falling rain.

            Despite two summery days of temperatures in the mid-80s, by Saturday more winter-like weather had returned with highs supposedly In the low 50s but with the strong northeast wind, staying in the low to mid-40s.  I returned to wearing my Rev’It Factor 4 Trousers with my lined leather jacket for warmth.  I was excited for today’s ride as the R Nine T would hit the 1000-mile mark (and beyond), at least I was hoping it would if we could ride.  As I walked down the driveway to the motorcycle, I saw small rain drops on the gas tank and looked over at Bill.  We decided to head out and see if these were just random sprinkles and, for a while, they were.

            I realized we were racing against the impending rain, but even with that realization, I was not prepared for how fast Bill took off from the first stop.  Now his Triumph Rocket has much greater torque than the R Nine T (221 ft. lbs. compared to 85 ft. lbs.), but he hasn’t really laid it down until this ride.  I let him take off and stayed in my comfort zone as I accelerated out of that first stop and several more on the ride.  One mistake Bill has warned me about repeatedly is trying to keep up when riding with others.  The more experienced rider should keep the pace at what the less experienced rider is comfortable with.  Usually, Bill does this, but I think he had the urgency of the coming rain adding impetus to his throttle.  I stayed true to my riding skills and let him head off.  Since we are riding through neighborhoods, he isn’t going to go too fast, and there are enough stops for me to catch up.  And I knew he would check his mirrors for me and realize I was lagging.

            I did have time to appreciate the lushness of the greens now more evident as the leaves on the trees open and fill in.  The gray skies gave a muted beauty to the dogwoods and azaleas, the whites, pinks, and purples of their flowers beautifully contrasted against the lush greenery.  I was lucky enough to spot a bright pink peony bush with gorgeous large flowers in bloom, but I didn’t see any butterflies.

            I hit the 1000-mile mark at the end of the long road, and we stopped and took a picture of the odometer.  I’m only responsible for 300 of those miles but, had I continued riding my 310 or the Scrambler, I would’ve made it to 1000 on my own.  Soon after the photo op, I heard rain drops hitting my helmet.  Because I could hear the drops, I realized that this was the beginning of harder rain, the rain we would have to stop riding for.  So we started to head to the garage.

            During our return ride, I almost crashed during a turn.  Now I’ve discussed trail braking and how I’ve been working on this skill, and it was this skill and keeping my head that helped me avoid the crash.  As I turn, I downshift and use engine braking as well as the brakes to help slow the motorcycle.  Entering the left-handed turn, I realized I was turning with more speed than I wanted.  In rapid succession my brain registered too much speed, the curb my fast turn was taking me on a collision course with, and the fact that the bike did not engine brake.  I continued applying the front and rear brake with more pressure on the rear brake as I worked to straighten up the bike while I also glance down and saw that I had over shifted down into neutral instead of second gear.  I believe I was able to recover the turn and control the too-fast motorcycle because of my trail braking practice and because I focused on correcting the motorcycle and did not focus on what had gone wrong.  Instead of crashing the front tire into the curb and possibly flying off the motorcycle, I turned wide into the gutter but recovered and safely brought the R Nine T back to the garage.

            Later after our ride as we debriefed, Bill said he had forgotten to mention mis-shifting in a turn.  This was a lesson experience taught me, and this lesson reinforces just how important training basic skills is.  More training means more riding, and I am very happy about that.

            In addition to warmer days, sunshine, pollen, blooming flowers, and butterflies, spring can bring blustery days.  Winds were 25-30 mph with gusts between 40 and 50 mph; Bill questioned whether we would be able to ride.  I was hopeful; the rain from overnight had mostly dried out with more showers later in the afternoon predicted.  We had a short window for our ride if we wanted to take it.

            During the week, Bill had cut down the legs on a bench for my mom, so I suggested we take the bench over and decide about the wind as we drove.  My main concern was with branches; if we saw branches and yard debris on the roads, then the ride wouldn’t happen.  But luckily, there were only very small branches and cherry blossom petals blowing about.

            We headed out into the wind and, as I first sat down on the R Nine T, I felt the wind from the southwest trying to blow me off the motorcycle.  I realized I had one more thing to be aware of as I rode.  With that awareness at the forefront of my mind, I leaned in on the curvy road with a bit more caution.  I worked on my entry point on the curve.  In the MSF course, I learned to go as wide of the apex as I could to set up the most vision of what was on the other side of the curve.  I did this and marveled at how much of the road is eaten away by the curve.  What I mean by this is as I headed into a right-side curve, I moved toward the center line to maximize my view, but as I finished the curve, I was over toward the curb.  I realized I had not been giving entry and exit points of the curves much conscious thought other than to look for oncoming traffic or pedestrians.

            I believe riding roughly the same route every week allows me time to develop thoughts such as the application of lessons learned almost two years ago.  Were I riding out on main thoroughfares, my mind would be much more greatly engaged in seeing ahead potential issues such as cut offs or collisions.  I do watch out for cars such as the white Porsche nearly launching out of its driveway into our path; the driver saw us in time, but I had already started slowing in case I needed to stop.  But I love that I can work through the basic skills taught in the course and come to my own understanding of how those lessons work for me in my riding.

            As I was working on my tight U-turns, the ones in the hospital lot that I always compare to the dreaded “box” of the MSF course, I wondered about my skill improvement.  While I didn’t get to full lock on any of the turns, I did tighten them up to about 16 feet; the box is 20.  I was playing with the clutch and began wondering if I would be doing as well on the Ducati or the 310.  I would like to find time to ride the other motorcycles and see how using the dry clutch in the tight turns compares to the wet clutches on the other bikes.  I do have some time off coming up and will see if I can find time for more riding.

            I hadn’t thought I would see any butterflies on our very windy ride, so I was surprised when I caught sight of two young tiger swallowtails bandied about.  I am looking forward to spotting more and more butterflies as my spring and summer rides continue.  The wind kept me cool during the ride, but one gust hit the right side of my helmet and pushed it against the side of my head.  The wind also worked to strip the cherry blossoms, but the dogwoods and azaleas are approaching full bloom.  I can’t wait for next week when I get to enjoy more springtime beauty and more opportunities for learning as I ride.

            An early cabbage white butterfly danced along in front of us on a gorgeous spring ride marking my first motorcycle butterfly for this year.  I had seen one as I was gearing up in the garage flutter across the street, so I began the ride in hopes of seeing at least one more.  My hope was not in vain though it was near the end of the ride that I saw it.

            It was a day made for riding; warm but not hot, intermittent sunshine, with a strong southerly wind.  I took the lining out of my Rev’It Ignition 3 pants which was a wise decision.  I was able to wear just a t-shirt under my Alpinestars and Klim jackets.  While we were cruising, I was comfortable, but during my slow speed drills, I had to lower the zippers to allow more air flow to keep cool.

            The curvy road was wonderful fun; I enjoyed my leans feeling my thighs pushing the bike side to side and the gentle pressure on the handlebar for my counter steers.  The wasn’t any traffic on the curvy road, but I made a point of looking as far ahead into the curve as I could.  This practice is basic motorcycle safety from the MSF course, but I have to remind myself to do it because I can easily get into the routine of blindly following Bill, relying on him to look ahead into the curves.

            Following Bill called for roll on the throttle as he let the 221 foot pounds of torque launch his Rocket far out in front of me.  We zoomed several times up and down the 35-mph road, and I could tell the gorgeous riding weather was inspiring Bill.  I’m hoping, as spring settles more solidly in place, that he’ll get an itch to try out a slightly faster road.

            As our ride continued, I noted how free of traffic the roads were.  I still checked my mirrors at stops for cars coming up from behind, but it made for a more pleasant ride to know we could stop and go at our own pace.  When taking off from a stop, I work on having the front wheel turned in the direction I will turn and maintaining that turn even as I look back to check for oncoming traffic in the opposite direction.  I do better turning to the right than the left, but I still tend to straighten out the wheel as my head turns.

            The lack of traffic let me really enjoy the spring blossoms.  I saw even more tulips in bloom, even more azaleas, mounds of colorful phlox, maple trees in leaf, and even the first flowers on some dogwoods.  The cherry trees were an interesting mix of some a peak bloom while others were surrendering their petals to the strong wind as they were past their peak.  Soon our riding landscape will be mostly green, so I am enjoying the flowery variety while I can.

            As we headed toward the hospital lot for our tight turns and stop from a turn practice, the cabbage white sailed across our path.  I smiled broadly knowing that this little guy is the promise of more to come.

Today’s ride felt a bit like a fight.  I had some issues with the motorcycle that I had not experienced in a while.  So I wondered if the R Nine T somehow knew that my mind was on riding the R 1250 GS.

            The day before I received a phone call from Clayton at Adventure BMW.  A new rebate special is launching that offers $2,445 cash back on the purchase of a 2023 R 1250 GS.  I suspect this great offer is because the new R 1300 GS is soon to launch, so BMW wants to make it attractive to buy the 1250.  And it is a great offer but, as I explained to Clayton, I still have two motorcycles to sell before I can think of buying a new one.

            Now there may be a question as to why I don’t wait and buy the 1300.  Bill and I have discussed that option, but we determined that while the 1300 is probably a fantastic motorcycle, it doesn’t have the 40-year heritage of the 1250 .  With the 1250 all the bugs have been worked out, and it is arguably the best adventure motorcycle there is.

            However, none of this really matters as we have to sell the Ducati and the 310.  Plus, Bill has some reservations about me on a taller motorcycle.  As he has rightly pointed out, I did have some struggles with the Ducati Scrambler.  Now the Scrambler has a .5 inch higher seat than the standard 1250 seat height.  And we have already decided to purchase the lower seat, which drops the seat another 2 inches making it lower than the R Nine T.  I also believe that the boxer engine on the 1250 helps keep the weight low, and I do know that I struggled with the higher center of gravity on the Scrambler. 

            I have noticed with the boxer engine that I seem to have better balance as well as more of a chance to recover when I feel the bike tip.  This balance came in handy during my ride as at one stop I felt enough of a wobble, I had to throw both feet down.  I haven’t had to stop with both feet in months having gotten good at stopping with the rear brake (right foot) and placing my left foot down.  But on this stop I slipped up and turned the front wheel to the right, over-balancing the bike and necessitating the placement of the right foot as well as the left.

            A few stops later, I overshot my stop and had to add the front brake.  At this point I began to think the motorcycle was not working with me, and I realized that I wasn’t in harmony with the R Nine T because I was thinking about how much I want the R 1250 GS.  I know last week I said I could live with the R Nine T is the 1250  wasn’t possible, and I could; it is a fantastic motorcycle.  But I remember my test ride on the 1250 GSA and how it felt like the ideal motorcycle.  I loved the riding position, the feel of the clutch, the roll of the throttle.

            But what I learned on this blustery March day was I need to focus on the motorcycle I’m riding.  The wind may have played a part in some of the struggles; before we even left the driveway, the force of the wind against my motorcycle trying to tip me over.  Bill felt it on the Rocket as well.  Winter was making a stand and we felt it in the cold wind, but spring dug in its heels refusing to leave.  I had on my winter riding pants and jacket, but I didn’t need the balaclava nor the large Rev’It gloves.  We even had a chubby bumblebee buzzing around the garage before we left, drawn out by the sun, the bright blossoms, and the warmer weather we had enjoyed last week.  Seeing her made me keep an eye out for any early butterflies, but no luck yet.  I did see my first tulips of the spring and a fully bloomed cherry tree (bit early).  The large azaleas are waiting for their chance to bloom, so I hope the warmer weather will return to stay.  Perhaps, with a lot of luck, I’ll be riding my dream bike, the R 1250 GS, by the time summer has arrived.