Painful Ride

My entire motorcycle ride was done in pain. The pain wasn’t due to the cold; this ride was the first in the forties for the season. Many more to come before spring gets here. But I was well insulated in my lined leather jacket, lined winter riding pants, and my warm mid-weight gloves. I even managed to fully close the chin vent in my helmet to eliminate the little bit of cold air blowing in. No, my riding pain was self-inflicted and had to do with my hairstyle.

I’m sure it is evident in these blogs that I am not vain nor concerned with my appearance on the motorcycle. While I do have amazing, high-quality gear, I have an abundance of safety gear that makes me look like a barrel on top of my bike. I’m about safety first and then comfort on the motorcycle. I extend the safety and comfort to my hairstyle usually. My first care is to make sure my hair doesn’t get into my eyes. My second concern is that my hair is not a knotted mess after my ride that will take long, painful hair brushing to smooth out. I have tried different styles including using a hair wrap (these fall out on the ride), braids (fine for the length but not the short layers of my cut) and today, a segmented ponytail.

I used four hair elastics to create the ponytail. The first elastic was to hold back the shorter layers and, as I wrapped the band around my hair, I did wonder about the impact of my helmet on this top band. I figured it would be a learning experience and continued with the segments of the ponytail. And sure enough, as soon as I set my helmet on my hair, the top ponytail bump dug into the back of my scalp. I tried to adjust the helmet to relieve the downward pressure, but it was to no avail. I rode the entire ride with a non-stop chorus of “ouch” playing in my head.

I didn’t, however, let the pain ruin my ride. The sun was out with only a few wispy clouds in the sky. As we headed up the road to complete on on-street U-turns, the sunlight lit up the crimson leaves on some Japanese maples to stunning effect. I also had a second chance and a third to ride up the brilliantly lit road with the array of fall colors spectacularly laid out. Bill led us up the road twice to enjoy the stunning scenery making sure to point out the beautiful gumball tree with all of the colors of autumn on display.

Due to the cold, there were no butterflies about, and the only flutterings were from falling leaves. There were some ducks chilling in the river and some Canadian geese about. The only large birds I saw circling in the deep blue sky were turkey vultures.

My ride went really well including my emergency braking. I was noticing some small rose bushes in bloom when Bill decided to turn suddenly in front of me. Luckily, I was far enough back to brake quickly as he cut across in front of me. Funnily enough, five minutes earlier I had been pondering the best distance at which to follow Bill. If I’m too far back, cars will cut in between us; if I’m too close, I run the risk of tipping the bike as I try to avoid a collision. Clearly on this ride, I had found the ideal distance.

I’m in for more cold rides, probably for quite some time, but I don’t mind. I’ve already decided to try a barrette in my style next week for better head comfort, and I haven’t begun to add all of my layers for warmth. No matter the temperature or the hairstyle, I certainly will enjoy my ride.

Awesomeness and Annoyance

A Saturday afternoon ride in the autumn on a beautiful, mostly sunny day in the mid-50s is an awesome ride, mostly. Unfortunately, riding at 3:30 in the afternoon in late autumn is also a ride of annoyance because the sun is a late afternoon, low in the sky sun. Because sunset is now at 4:50, the sun is low enough to beam right into my eyes when traveling south. What made it annoying was my sunglasses, which I wore for extra sun glare protection, kept slipping down my nose and off my eyes. I spent a third of my ride lifting my visor to adjust my glasses, not a very relaxing ride.

My ride, however, when I could focus on it, was fantastic. Everything went smoothly and I nailed both on-street U-turns. The BMW R Nine T motorcycle is so well-balanced that during one set of turns, as I was following Bill, I needed to slow to almost a stop, and I marveled at how there was no wobble in the balance as I slowly let out the clutch to increase the speed. I also hit zero on the footless stop and, as the bike lurched to one side, I simply rolled on the throttle and released the clutch and let the motorcycle recover its balance.

I did mostly enjoy my ride. As we turned up one road, the sun-dappled the leaves and created a beautiful tapestry of greens, golds, reds, and oranges. I wanted to stop and take a picture, but since I was wearing my leather jacket for the cooler ride, getting my phone out is a more complicated process. Instead, I resolved myself to follow the Japanese proverb: Ichi e, ichi go, which translates to one moment, one memory. The visual was so stunning, I decided to leave off mentally complaining about the sun glare and sunglasses and appreciate how the angled light brought out the autumnal colors in a beautiful way.

Other than the foliage, the natural world was rather muted. There were some small groups of Canadian geese, perhaps the slower migrating ones. The only large bird I saw was a turkey vulture circling above. I didn’t spot any butterflies, and I wasn’t expecting to. The squirrels weren’t as active, just a few among the trees. Except there was one super crazy squirrel who decided to cross in front of Bill’s Rocket just as he came around a turn. I saw a large motorcycle wheel, a bundle of fur, and held my breath. Luckily, by kicking his back legs and tail underneath him, the squirrel managed to escape the massive motorcycle and live on.

Next week, I’m hoping we get out to ride a bit earlier. Maybe not, though, as the highs next Saturday are forecasted for 45 degrees. It’ll be time to get out the winter pants!

Late Season Monarch Spotting

Another cool, perfect day for riding greeted us Saturday after rain late in the week. I was better prepared for the cooler ride with my thermal overshirt, mid-weight gloves, and warmer neck tube, but I needed to wear tights under my pants. Perhaps I felt cooler on my legs because the rest of me was so warm.

A second fix I need to make is wearing my sunglasses under my visor. The late autumn sun is low in the sky when we headed south, and I had to tuck my chin to lessen the sun’s glare in my eyes. But I was happy to have the sun out to highlight the muted colors of fall. More leaves lay by the curb and on the road, and as we rode, we left leaf wakes from our back tires. Though more of the road was covered in pine needles. I find it interesting that pine trees are considered evergreens, and they are covered in green needles, but they have clearly found a way to shed loads of brown needles while replacing them with new green.

Bill led us around in a loose, comfortable ride, with mostly large U-turns. On my own I did some tightening of my turns, but I mostly enjoyed the free ride. In fact Bill stopped off for a little visit and I went off on my own for a bit. It was during my little independent cruise, while I was heading to the forbidden school lot, that I spotted the monarch butterfly landing on a blossom on a taffy butterfly bush. She stayed opening and closing her wings, so I was able to pull out my phone and snap a photo. She’s on a lower blossom over to the right, and I was very happy to see her. I know I won’t be seeing too many more butterflies until next spring. But I will enjoy the cooler rides until the warmth of springtime returns.

taffy butterfly bush with lavender blossoms and a monarch butterfly

Back in the Saddle Again

After two weeks of recovering, I finally felt strong enough for a ride on the R Nine T and spent half the ride with a goofy grin of happiness on my face. I missed hearing the roar of the boxer engine, the play of the motorcycle beneath me, and the cool wind rushing against me. And cool air it was. The temperature was in the low 60s; I had the foresight to wear my flannel turtleneck expecting the chill, but I forgot to get my mid-weight riding gloves. So halfway through the ride, I turned on my heated grips.

But I didn’t let the chill cool my spirits. I loved how readily my riding skills returned. My engine braking has really smoothed out to no jarring at all, and my counter steering felt natural as I headed into turns. We kept the ride loose and easy doing wide, looping U-turns and nothing trickier than the footless stop. I played some with using the clutch to adapt my speed on the looping turns.

The scenery was the lovely time of autumn when all the colors are evident. Trees showing all the colors—green, yellow, orange, red, and brown; a beautiful burnt umber shade on the leaves of a gumball tree. More mums in planters were about and I saw my first pansies planted for the upcoming chill. Some roses were blooming again, adding vivid fuchsia and bold red color to our ride. I even saw someone setting up their Christmas decorations. It’s a little early for that, I believe but it is a holiday weekend, and people need to make the most of the time they have.

And that’s how I felt on my ride. I was given this time to ride, and I’m so happy I’m strong enough to ride again. Now I just need to make sure I’m dressed warmly enough to fully enjoy my ride.

Fingers-Crossed for Next Weekend

I woke up Saturday wanting very much to ride my motorcycle, but I knew it wasn’t going to happen. Earlier in the week, I stayed home two days from work and, when I did return to my job, had to take breaks due to overwhelming fatigue. As much as I wanted to spend a beautiful partly cloudy mid-60s Saturday cruising on my bike, I knew I lacked the strength to do it. So the best I could do was pay a visit to the R Nine T as Bill gassed them up, and listen to the engine turn over, but I couldn’t go anywhere.

And I realized I made the right decision because our short trip to the grocery store nearly wiped me out. My treatment ended on Tuesday, so I’m not even a week out into my recovery. I am hopeful, though, that another week of recovering will allow me next week enough strength for a short ride at least.

The best I could do as far as riding goes was ride vicariously as we watched Zack Courts’ latest “Daily Rider” episode. He rode the Kawasaki ZH2, a supercharged inline 4 that looks like a fun bike to zoom on. Of course watching someone else having a fun ride on a bike is no where near as fun as riding myself. But riding a motorcycle does require both physical and mental strength. One doesn’t need to be a powerlifter to ride a motorcycle, but there is strength needed to recover a motorcycle that’s near to tipping, and there is strength needed if the motorcycle does tip over to pick it back up.

But mental strength is even more necessary on a motorcycle. I’ve written about the need for awareness on the road when riding a motorcycle. In a car a mindless drift into the curb can be an inconvenience, but on a motorcycle, it can lead to a crash. Even a little drift onto the verge on a motorcycle can end in a crash if there’s a surprise ditch or a large rock that slides out under the tires. So I recognized the need to let another beautiful riding weekend pass me by sans motorcycle.

Meanwhile, this next week I will work on my recovery; I don’t want to let another beautiful fall riding weekend escape me!

No Ride This Weekend

The illness won this weekend, wiping me out with tummy troubles and fatigue, so despite the cool mid-60s, I couldn’t ride. It’s funny but when one is sick, one often gets frustrated and depressed. The best cure I know for both frustration and depression is a cruise on my motorcycle. But the weakness of my body and the need to have my wits about me on the motorcycle kept me off the bike.

I tried to convince Bill to go ahead and ride on his own, but he didn’t want to ride alone. I appreciated him keeping me company since misery does love company. I am hoping to do some recovery this week and be able to ride again in November—hard to believe, but next weekend will already be November. Soon the skeletons will be replaced by a few turkeys and pilgrims, but mostly, I’ll be seeing the Christmas decorations pop up. I wish we allowed Thanksgiving to be its own holiday separate from the holly and trees of Christmas. Maybe if we allowed for the full Thanksgiving, we’d start celebrating Christmas through the Epiphany and enjoy a long season of peace and goodwill.

I Forgot My Terrific Title!

I started off the ride fully geared and fully zipped because it was cool—high 60s. I even added my neck scarf to keep my neck warm, and I needed it. But with the right gear, the ride was pleasant though I can feel the need for my turtleneck coming soon.

As I mounted my motorcycle, I noted the odometer was at 1998.4, so I planned on stopping in 1.4 miles to snap the big 2000 shot. But as we set off cruising on this beautiful day, my mind wandered, and I totally forgot to get the picture! Instead, I was feeling the road beneath my wheels and the wind against my body. I was looking for more change in the foliage spotting some more bursts of red and yellow among the green leaves of the trees.

But for some reason during this ride, my mind wandered to the Tim Allen movie Wild Hogs. If you haven’t seen it, I highly recommend it as a funny glimpse into the yuppy trend of buying Harley-Davidsons and becoming riders. Tim Allen’s little group of four call themselves the Wild Hogs, and they head out for a weekend ride to escape their daily grinds. That’s what my mind was musing on—the healthy escape and spiritual recharge riding motorcycles provide.

I’ve been dealing with some health issues recently, yet I won’t let them keep me off my motorcycle. Luckily, my health hasn’t curtailed my ability to ride, and I’m grateful for that. I can forget about any pain and feel the joy of my body and my bike working together in the ride. So I really leaned in on the counter steers during my turns, but I realized during my U-turn practice that I have not been using my body fully. I haven’t been applying pressure with my foot on the outer peg from the turn, so I haven’t made that a habit of my ride yet. More to work on.

I did spot a cabbage white butterfly during our ride, and there was even a small flock of ducks sitting near the lake where it comes up close to the road. And the Canadian geese gaggles are getting larger. There were tons of squirrels out running in front of us and running off on the grass as they gather their winter stores. Bill had a near run in with a mockingbird flying low and in front of him, but the roar of the Rocket chased him off. All in all I needed this ride to escape the worries of the week, and I look forward to next week’s ride that lets me escape those worries.

As for the title of this piece, early into the ride (probably around mile 2000), I thought of great title. But by the ride’s end, packing up the gear, running errands, and getting home, I no longer had that amazing title in mind. So one negative about riding is it isn’t great for writing down brilliance (ha!).

No Bones About It, I Had a Great Ride

Apparently the theme for this years Halloween is skeletons. In addition to the giant half-skeleton coming out of the ground from last week’s ride, I saw some people having some fun with their bone buddies. As we headed into the cul de sac where we do our on street U-turns, one neighbor had placed a skeleton in a lawn chair and a Green Bay Packers jersey waving. Across the street, a second skeleton in a lawn chair was hanging out and waving back. I liked those Halloween decorations much more than the house that had a giant scary clown blow up in front.

I also noted a lot of spiders and webs strung about lawns. I can enjoy the seasonal décor because I’m riding past everything on a beautiful, sunny day. Even the creepy clown isn’t too scary in the bright sunshine. But there was more to look at than just the Halloween decorations. The most exciting sight was what I believe was my first ever Diana Fritillary butterfly. I spotted her two miles into the ride as she floated across the street. At first I thought it was an odd looking swallowtail, but it was furry looking and smaller, so I think it was the Diana Fritillary.

She wasn’t the only butterfly out. I spotted five cabbage white butterflies during our ride. And I was startled by an Orange Sulfur butterfly that appeared over my left shoulder and nearly flew into my visor before heading out away from me. I find it odd how last week I only saw two butterflies the whole ride, yet this week I spotted seven. The weather for both days was very similar, and we were riding at about the same time of day. At some point I should do some more in-depth research on butterflies and their behaviors because the more I ride, the more curious I am about them.

We encountered two large gaggles of Canadian geese of twenty-plus. Or we encountered one very large gaggle of over forty that had spread out over half the block. And of course, there were squirrels being squirrely. I don’t mind, though, as this gives me quick braking practice. I did dab my foot during the second on street U-turn which led me to think about why I dab. Obviously, there is a feeling of unbalance, but I have experienced that feeling and been able to increase my speed and rebalance the motorcycle. So I wondered after the fact if I could have saved the turn without dabbing. But I think dabbing is more of an instinctual reaction to the unbalanced bike. I would like to work on saving the bike without dabbing, but that’s rather difficult because I would be risking dropping the bike on asphalt. If I still had the field behind the school, I might risk the drop to work on this skill.

I was disappointed that we didn’t head up the curvy road for two reasons. One reason is my enjoyment of riding the curves and counter steering. My second reason was getting the motorcycle to 2000 miles. I’m at 1998, but I will have to wait for next week’s ride to break 2000, and I am looking forward to it!

Diana Fritillary butterfly--black with orange tips on wints

One and a Half Butterfly Ride

It was a beautiful day for riding motorcycles—sunny and highs in the upper 70s, so I set off expecting to see lots of butterflies enjoying the day. But it was more of a squirrely day than a day of butterflies, another sign of autumn.

As we rode, I was on the lookout for butterflies, but the flutterings I spotted were leaves falling. The maples are showing their fall colors, but most of the trees are still in green leaf. I spotted some more mums planted for the season, but mostly what I saw were more Halloween decorations out as we have officially entered October.

We had our first squirrel encounter half a block into the ride. This guy was smart enough to stay near the curb and hop up onto the grass as we rode past. I worked on staying smooth with my engine braking, and I was very successful. We did work on some slow-speed maneuvers including U-turns and fast braking. I kept my ABS shudder to a little bit at the end; I need to work on releasing and the reapplying the brakes as I come to the sudden stop to eliminate the ABS shudder entirely. My practice got put to good use as I had to come to a sudden slow down due to two indecisive squirrels bickering in the middle of the road.

I spotted a cabbage white more than halfway into the ride enjoying the second bloom azaleas. As few as the butterfly sightings were, they were more plentiful than the Canadian geese. I didn’t spot a single goose during our ride which is very unusual. I mention the half butterfly because I did catch a quick glimpse of a tiny summer azure butterfly. These butterflies are tiny, as I spotted one when I got home and was unloading the gear.

As my fall rides continue, I’ll see more and more leaves and less and less butterflies. One of the bittersweet truths of seasonal change—loss and gain. At least our rides will be more comfortably cool, and I’m sure I’ll see even more Halloween decorations go up in the next few weeks.

Half giant skeleton appearing out of ground — Some of the seasonal decor I spotted on my ride.

Just a Pleasant Ride and a Butterfly First

I wasn’t feeling well this Saturday morning so, despite the warm day of mid-80s and sunshine, we delayed our ride until I was feeling more up to it. We opted out of the Alpinestars for the heat, and Bill planned on a short ride since I wasn’t 100%. We set out to cruise the neighborhoods and enjoy the day.

As we headed out, Bill didn’t lead us up to the twisty road which surprised me. But because of the detour away from the twisties, I spotted my first cabbage white butterfly of the ride. And because we had to take a second detour to get away from some slow-moving traffic, that little butterfly flew right across my path. I would see four more cabbage whites during my ride, all enjoying this summer flashback day. I find it interesting that the cabbage whites are the first butterflies I see in the spring and seem to be the last butterflies in the fall.

There are more mums out now and the dual bloom azaleas are in full flower. I even spotted a small cluster of white blossoms defiantly blooming in a row of crape myrtles who already had red and yellow leaves. I also spotted some clematis blooming, so there are plenty of flowers to tempt the butterflies. It was around one of the azaleas that I saw my first ever eastern-tailed blue butterfly. It was a little more black than blue, but the white markings on the wings helped me to identify it.

I enjoyed cruising along, feeling the breeze, and seeing the sights. I did start to feel tired toward the end of the ride, so we did cut the ride shorter. But a short ride is still a ride and so much fun!

Eastern-tailed blue butterfly — Photo by TheWonderOfLife on Pexels.com