Gearing Up for Winter Riding

I am amazed at people’s ingenuity, and one place that ingenuity is on display is in motorcycle gear. In the early days of motorcycle riding, smart riders figured out to wear goggles to protect their eyes and leather to protect their skin. Bill will tell me how in his earliest days of motorcycle riding, the only gear he had was a Bell helmet, but he knew to wear a leather jacket, jeans, and boots.

Now some people in the summer can be seen on their motorcycles in shorts and t-shirts, but that is a choice. In the MSF (Motorcycle Safety Foundation) course, they teach riders to dress for the slide. Leather is still one of the best skin protection for the slide, but thanks to the invention of Kevlar, riding jeans can be substantive enough to protect the skin.

But in addition to the safety features of motorcycle gear, there is also the weather adaptability. My leather riding pants have a detachable lining, so I can add a layer for warmth when needed, like on today’s 42-degree ride under gray skies. My leather jacket also has a removable lining for warmth adjustability. I also have three different sets of riding gloves that offer differing degrees of warmth, but all offer protection should I take a tumble.

Luckily (knock on wood) I have not needed the slide protection of my gear. I have needed the warmth protection, though, and it seems I will be needing it for quite a while now as winter seems to have arrived early this year. Next week, I’ll start wearing my balaclava under my helmet to keep my chin and cheeks warm.

We shortened our ride some because the roads still had wet spots from the cold rain that fell on Friday. I didn’t go on the gravel because of the damp, and the skies were dark enough I could see the beams from our headlights. The squirrels were busy, but they stayed out of our way. I spotted a large vulture in the air at the beginning of the ride, and I saw the birds flying away from the water, but I didn’t see any white-feathered heads. Of course, in our shortened ride, we didn’t ride as close to the water.

The best part of the ride was that I was mostly comfortable with just a little bit of cold fingers due to pre-loading, but it wasn’t as bad as last week. And I know I’ll be fine for next week’s ride too.

zipper on black pants — Zipping the lining up at the ankles of my leather riding pants.

Getting Back to the Gravel

It was a day for motorcycles. I spotted almost ten motorcycles of various models as we headed over for our own ride, and I spotted even more on the way home. Tuesday, Veterans Day, had given us a taste of the coming winter, and I think motorcycle riders wanted to grab the great riding weather while they could. The skies were cloudy but no rain was forecasted, and the temperatures were in the upper 60s.

The sun did peak out every now and then as we rode, conveniently as I snapped a photo of one of my favorite autumn trees (see picture). But it was cloudy enough I didn’t wear my sunglasses under my tinted visor. The gray light softened the autumn colors and would’ve made for a peaceful, calm ride, except we had a quick stop not even a half mile into our ride when a cat darted in front of the Rocket’s front tire. That cat kept one of its lives thanks to Bill’s quick reaction.

The squirrels, for the most part, kept themselves in the yards except near the end of our ride when one felt extra daring. Again, it’s a good thing we practice fast stops and swerves. I spotted one tiny cabbage white butterfly determinedly working its way across road. I remarked last year that it seems the cabbage whites are the first and last butterflies of the season.

We headed into the gravel lot to give me more practice, and I felt more comfortable and confident. The small slips of the rear tire were not as nerve-racking as last week, and I even tried my U-turn inside the two parking spots. I had a large smile on my face as gave Bill the thumbs up to signal an end to my gravel practice. I’m glad I get the opportunity to put the 50/50 tires on a surface other than the asphalt. (50/50 tires are half for road and half for off-road.)

As we headed back to the garage, I glanced out over the water and spotted several egrets sitting atop the pylons on a pier. I realize that as we ease into winter, the wildlife views will become even sparser, but then maybe there will be less fast-stop drama too!

shades of gold on tree leaves — Elm tree with golden leaves

Riding a Retro

Every motorcycle is not built equally. Motorcycles, like automobiles, fit into various categories that appeal to what kind of riding the motorcyclist wants to do or how the rider wants to look upon a motorcycle. They also can appeal to a rider aesthetically as in the case of the R Nine T for Bill. The R Nine T is a retro motorcycle, designed to look more like an old-fashioned motorcycle than a modern one. Sometimes, though, the retro motorcycles go a little too far in channeling the past.

I have mentioned before that the R Nine T lacks a fuel gauge on its one clock. Luckily for me, I ride it alongside Bill on the Triumph Rocket which is a bit of a gas guzzler but as a modern cruiser motorcycle, has a gas gauge. We learned before today’s ride that the R Nine T also does not have a low-oil warning light reminding us of the earliest days of motorcycle riding.

On some instinct Bill wanted to check the oil in my bike. This involved laying on the garage floor to check the little oil level window. According to the little window, there was no oil. We had a half a quart of motorcycle oil left from the last oil fill up, so Bill added that into the right cylinder head hoping the oil level would at least register. When he checked, we discovered that there was plenty of oil, so Bill deduced that the oil level indicated empty when it was getting low but not low enough to blow out the engine.

Now we’re left with the question as to why BMW would leave off an oil-warning light. The motorcycle is not completely old-fashioned. I have ABS (anti-lock brake system), traction control, ride modes, a digital odometer, and cruise control. Why are these features included but not safety measures such as a low oil warning light and a gas gauge? I do wonder what the engineers were thinking. Motorcycles mostly appeal to young men who are not the most conscientious riders. But then I remembered the MSF course.

During the book-learning portion of the MSF course, we reviewed “T-CLOCS.” T-CLOCS stands for: T—tires and wheels, C—controls, L—lights and engine, O—oil and other fluids, C—chassis, and S—stands. Back in that classroom, I was brand new to motorcycles, so much of T-CLOCS went in and out of my ears. And I suppose owners of more modern designed motorcycles can rely on the features of that bike to do most of T-CLOCS for them. But in owning a retro motorcycle, I realize now how important T-CLOCS is. And I also understand that while I’ve been slack, Bill hasn’t. Bill has owned motorcycles for a long time, so he learned to ride when the only way to check everything was by checking everything. His first Harley-Davidson didn’t even have turn indicators.

Speaking of turn indicators, one quirky design of the R Nine T is that the turn signals are self-cancelling whereas on most other motorcycles, including the 310 and Scrambler I’ve owned, the rider has to cancel the signals. Again BMW engineers-why that feature and not a low-oil warning light? At least we solved the mystery of how to check the oil and, luckily, there was plenty to allow me to ride and to keep me riding in this lovely, cool autumn weather.

black and yellow motorcycle parked on fallen leaves — My lovely retro R Nine T.

A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood

Sunny skies and 74 degrees and a motorcycle to ride—now that’s getting close to heavenly. Officially, May is Motorcycle Safety Awareness Month, but please be aware that October is also riding season. In some ways I think autumn is busier for riders than spring, but that could be because people are shopping for motorcycles in the spring. But I also think it’s due to motorcycle riders making the most of their riding opportunities before winter sets in.

I was comfortably cool throughout the ride, and even Bill on his large Triumph Rocket, told me he didn’t sweat. Riding is so much more enjoyable when one finishes the ride without having to peel off the sweaty gear. And there is a simple pleasure in feeling the cool air wash over me without getting chilled.

I still felt that dizziness and weakness similar to last week but, since I rode successfully last week, I felt I could handle today’s ride. I’m wondering if my condition is some sort of stress reaction; the week’s stress finally over, my body gets overwhelmed by stress hormones. The problem with thinking that is I exercise every day and eat healthy and decompress every day, so I shouldn’t have that much stress in me on Saturdays. The other issue might be my sleep position since I do sleep in on Saturday mornings. I’ll be working on that this week to see if I can improve my condition. However, I still have the driveway incline to deal with.

Funny, I began the above paragraph with the intent of talking about how much stronger my riding legs are. Clearly my mind had other ideas. But I can tell that my ability to control the motorcycle with my legs has improved immensely. I had no rollback on the camber of the road as we headed out. And I also noticed near the end of our ride, there was no rollback on the one incline stop. I also didn’t feel like I was straining my legs to control the R Nine T. So I’m in riding shape—finally.

On such a beautiful day, I spotted several butterflies. A few seconds after takeoff, a tiny Henry’s elfin butterfly flew right in front of me. I smiled and was hopeful that little guy was a sign of more butterflies to come. I had spotted some cabbage whites in the distance as I loaded and unloaded the gear. But I was lucky enough to spot a black swallowtail fluttering among oak leaves and a monarch butterfly actually flying along in a straight line for once. The fall azaleas were adding beautiful pinks, purples, and reds to the dry greens and burgeoning browns, giving the butterflies somewhere to flutter.

The birds I saw were crows and either two turkey vultures hovering low over treetops or the same one trying to settle on what kind of tree to land in. And of course, the ubiquitous Canadian geese in their every enlarging gaggles. Bill led us to an overlook spot where some ducks were swimming in the shadows. There were more shady spots over the course of our ride as the sun settles lower in the sky. But it wasn’t low enough to be in our eyes—yet. That will come with the approaching winter rides but for now, I’m looking forward to many more beautiful autumn rides.

orange leaf among green — Autumn peeking out

Risking the Ride

All week the forecast had been for rain from Tuesday through Sunday. However, no rain came on Tuesday or Wednesday, or Thursday, but it did arrive on Friday. Bill was hopeful; the weather app on his phone showed rain arriving in the afternoon, so we packed up and headed over to the garage to get the motorcycles.

I actually was half-hoping for rain; I had a tough week, feeling dizzy and fatigued, so missing the ride due to rain seemed like a good idea. But the rain held off and I had to make the decision to ride or not. I chose to risk the ride because I felt I could handle a short ride with not too much slow-speed drills that might be cut shorter if the skies opened up. Instead, after a few little spitting drops as we headed out, the sun made an appearance and kept everything dry for our ride.

I had an early wake-up during our first U-turns. We’d pulled into a cul-de-sac to let the neighborhood golf cart drive out of our path, so it was a little unexpected. I took the turns soft and wide at first but felt the R Nine T jugger under me. I realized I was still in second gear during my U-turns and my motorcycle was letting me know it put up with my goof but wasn’t happy with me.

I realized that since I had made the decision to ride, I needed to commit to the ride. What I mean is, I had to focus on the ride: on the motorcycle, on my environment, on the road around me. It’s paradoxical, but while motorcycle riding does demand focus and full attention, it provides an endorphin push and contentment that both relaxes and uplifts my spirit. I risked the ride because I needed that lift, so I had to pay the price and give my ride the attention it requires.

That little missed shift was the only blip in the ride. As the sun came out, I spotted a clouded sulphur butterfly out risking the rain too. As we headed toward the large church lot, I spotted an osprey circling above, and the osprey stayed with us as we did our figure eights before the crows chased it away.

I noticed bags of leaves already sitting on the curb for pickup as well as larger deposits of leaves along the road. The trees are still staying greener except the cherry trees. They have almost turned over half their leaves, and I’ve even seen several almost denuded of their leaves. Summer has definitely left us behind; I will try and get some more sleep during the week so I don’t have to risk the ride but I am ready for the ride.

orange cherry tree leaves — Photo by Murat Halu0131cu0131 on Pexels.com

Last Ride of the Summer 2025

Leaving work on Thursday afternoon, heading to my car, I spotted a butterfly fluttering in front of me. The butterfly then landed on the sidewalk about six feet in front of me. I moved a little closer hoping to get a photo, but the butterfly took off. He then settled on the sidewalk right in front of me! Better yet, he just sat there at my feet while I took out my phone, gently squatted down, and snapped several photos. He seemed willing to stay there if I was, perhaps drying out his wings after the rain and dampness of the past few days. Of course, I couldn’t just stand there forever, so after getting my pictures (see below), I headed to my car and the common buckeye butterfly flew off to find some flowers.

I include this little encounter because it brought such a feeling of joy, and joy is what I feel when I’m riding my motorcycle. Even when I’m not feeling that great, once I roll on the throttle and take off, I feel immensely better. I also noted during today’s ride that I feel stronger on my R Nine T. A month or so back, I mentioned coming up with a rear brake trick for helping me keep the motorcycle up on the steep camber of the road (see Gift of a Day). I mentioned my trick to Bill, but he pointed out that I should rely on my legs to control the bike. So I’ve been working on that, and on today’s takeoff, I was fully able to maintain the motorcycle on the incline and check the road for clearance.

I also feel my strength as I work on my tight U-turns. I tense up my abdominal core as I pull the motorcycle around tighter, feeling the momentum of the bike and adding or decreasing speed as needed. And of course, I am constantly working my grip as I control the clutch and front brake. The rest of my Saturday workout includes hauling the riding gear in and out of the car, up the steep driveway, and just moving around when fully geared up.

Riding my motorcycle is more fun than visiting the gym. Both are good for me, but I have better luck spotting butterflies on my ride than when I’m inside the gym. It took a while, but I finally spotted a monarch among some flowers halfway into the ride. And, just as I thought I wasn’t going to see any more, a little cabbage white butterfly fluttered into view. I spotted one more monarch among the lantana again, and the large tiger swallowtail fluttered up to the house as I was packing up my gear.

During today’s ride, though, Bill and I weren’t the only ones out cruising. For a brief moment, a Harley rider joined up on our route, qualifying us as a motorcycle gang. We also saw a 1969 Pontiac GTX in its original blue cruising around nearly the same route we took. It was a beautiful car, clearly well-cared for, and it made for one more enjoyable aspect of this wonderful last ride of this summer.

common buckeye butterfly with brown, white and orange markings

Summer’s Last Gasp

Just over two weeks until the autumnal equinox, so summer decided to return in force. Sunny skies with highs in the low 90s made for another sweaty ride. I’ve definitely been spoiled the past few weekends and next weekend marks a return to the 70s, so I can’t complain. Besides, there was cool air in the breeze that was blowing, hinting at the cooler air arriving Sunday.

It was a solo ride, and I enjoyed the opportunity to learn where I’ve let some bad habits creep in following behind Bill. I have been working on looking up the road for potential problems, so I felt good about my attention and road awareness. What I learned during my motorcycle ride is that I’ve been relying on Bill ahead of me to make speed adjustments into the corners. I entered a few corners a little too fast, but I was able to adjust and trail brake through the corners to a more appropriate speed. It was a good lesson for me, and it revealed yet another way I’ve over-relied on Bill in the lead.

I was lucky in that the traffic was light, which made my cruising around easy. Since I was on my own, I went up the curvy road and even took a turn in the historic house gravel lot. I’m feeling a little shaky on the gravel, and I wonder if that’s because I’m more aware of the tire slippage. I later rode onto the other gravel lot to give myself more practice.

Due to the heat, I kept moving, zooming up the fast road several times to cool off. I really didn’t feel how sweaty I got until I was heading back to the garage. I raised up my left arm to catch the breeze and felt my Alpinestar jacket adhere to my back. I was going to opt out of the extra jacket, but since I was out on my own, I felt the extra safety was better than a little coolness.

With the return of the summer temperatures, I saw plenty of butterflies. The first was a banded hairstreak. I did get to see two cabbage whites, and I saw what was either a spicebush swallowtail or a tiger swallowtail that was black with a yellow band and the base of the wings. I did see one monarch, but I didn’t get to see the emergence from the chrysalis. I was checking every morning and afternoon on the cocoon, but somewhere between my leaving for work Thursday morning and my arrival home, the monarch had emerged. As I walked toward the house a little disappointed, a monarch drifted across the front yard, and I amused myself with the thought that it was “my” butterfly.

I was glad to see so many butterflies as I missed having Bill along for the ride. Next week, he’ll be back, the weather will cool, and I probably won’t see as many butterflies. But I will see more leaves changing, feel more cool air, and enjoy more motorcycle riding.

husk from butterfly cocoon on fennel plant — The remnants of the cocoon.

Butterfly Surprise

Sweltering, that’s the best description for today’s ride. The temperature was at 92, but combined with the humidity, the heat index was at 98 which makes you feel like the icing being spread on hot cinnamon rolls. I debated not wearing the Alpinestars jacket, but Bill promised a short ride with lots of movement, so I put it on but barely zipped it. I did the same with the Klim jacket and thought I might be OK through the ride.

We almost canceled today’s ride because around 7:00 in the morning, the skies opened up and rain poured down. So I went back to bed for a few more hours and found sunny skies and drying roads when I woke up a few hours later. The ride was on.

The skies above us were a mix of blue and large, threatening clouds; we’re in the part of summer where afternoon thunderstorms are often possible, but it was early enough in the afternoon that our ride would be safe from rain. Most of my mindset during the ride was on keeping cool; there wasn’t much of a breeze, but when the R Nine T was moving, the rushing air had a cooling effect.

I continued working on the straight-line skill (doing much better) and the lean forward during U-turns practice. My first U-turn was the on-street turn, and with the lean, my first turn around was all street. I was going even tighter on the second turn around but I had to dab my left foot because I was startled when I felt the motorcycle go into full lock and my speed wavered. I realized afterwards that I shouldn’t have been surprised by the full lock; I will start expecting it as I continue working on the lean.

Early in the ride I spotted the long, white neck of an egret wading in the river alongside some Canadian geese. And I spotted little gaggles of geese here and there causing me to wonder if it’s already migration prep time. But I didn’t see any butterflies dancing among the crape myrtles, brown-eyed Susans, or the zinnias. The heat of the day seemed to keep them at bay and make for some grumpy animals. When we encountered a squirrel indecisively crossing the road, once the little fellow realized the better part of valor was to scamper up onto the grass, he looked over at us and I swear he was shaking a fist as we passed.

I couldn’t blame him; it was hot, sweaty, and uncomfortable. Just so you know, if you’ve ever seen a motorcycle rider splaying his or her legs out away from the tank, it’s an attempt to get some cool air in there. I especially needed that technique on my old Ducati Scrambler, but I found myself several times pushing my knees out and hoping some air flow would cool me off. I was grateful for any bit of shade over the road, and it was as I looked up into a shady branch that I was surprised by a black swallowtail butterfly enjoying the shade too. I was happy I managed to see him as he was black against black almost, and I got to see him a few minutes later as we looped back up the same road, this time in bright sunshine. He didn’t seem to mind the heat.

On the final loop before heading back to the garage, I spotted an osprey taking off. And as if that sight wasn’t impressive enough, a few seconds later I realized the osprey was taking off to chase away the bald eagle from its territory. Two noisy crows pursued the large raptors, probably to bet on who would win. The osprey must’ve achieved its goal as it soared back around and headed to river. Seeing the bald eagle again and the osprey pushed the sweltering heat right out of my mind, though I do think it contributed to an air of grumpiness. One thing I recognized from today’s ride is that despite the awful heat and the sticky humidity, sweltering summer rides can be a lot of fun too, and I can’t wait until the next one.

black swallowtail butterfly — Photo by Thomas Elliott on Pexels.com

Tire Repair

Oftentimes as I ride, I think about what I will write about as I reflect on the day’s ride. I never include all of my thoughts, of course but, like my thoughts during the ride itself, I let the write up flow where it will. So it turns out I forgot to mention the loud pop I heard two weeks ago (Crossing Paths) and realized something significant did happen during that ride. It turns out the loud pop I heard was my rear tire being punctured by a twisty staple.

Funny enough, when I heard that loud pop, my first thought wasn’t the tire but that I broke something on the motorcycle. However, the rest of that ride went smoothly, and I even rode the following week (Perfect Summer Day) with no problems. Luckily, though, when I parked the R Nine T in the garage after last week’s ride, the rear tire showed the staple in the tire for Bill’s eyes to catch. So Thursday found us over at the garage with the Jago tire plug kit pulling out the staple and putting in the plug and more air.

When we arrived on the summery Saturday for the ride, the tire repair held; now both of us would be riding on repaired rear tires. Bill’s tire repair on the Triumph Rocket has lasted for a year, so I’m good to go with my tire repair. During the ride, I tried the straight line skill again; it isn’t as easy as it sounds. I also had a new trick to work on in my U-turns. I caught part of a Doodle on a Motorcycle video about a weird trick to improve U-turns. The trick was to lean forward over the tank while turning. This lean allows the elbows to come in closer.

Because the day was warm—near 90—our ride was mostly moving. But we did go down the cul-de-sac where we do the on-street U-turns, which was m first attempt. It felt different and, as a new skill, needs practice. My second turn was much tighter than the first. It wasn’t until we were in the shady lot and I had a chance to compare the left and right-side turns, I noted that the tank lean seems to help more on the right-sided U-turn. As with any skill, I will continue practicing it and see how my U-turns improve.

Thanks to Thursday’s heavy rainfall, the crape myrtles were exploding and filling the air with their light, spun-sugar scent. I still saw magnolia blooms and some day lilies hanging on for another week. It took me over half the ride before I finally spotted a cabbage white butterfly in among the brown-eyed Susans, and it wasn’t until our final ride around the crescent that I was the second one fluttering over the grass. With my tire patched and holding strong, I’ll be out riding next week and hoping to see even more butterflies.

twisty staple inside tire — The staple that punctured my tire; clearly my treads kept it from going in too deep.

Perfect Summer Day

This July 4^th weekend has to be one of the best on record. The 4^th itself was a beautiful day—sunny, warm but not hot, and low humidity. We had a repeat of that pleasant weather for our Saturday ride, and I couldn’t wait to head out.

I worked on my rear brake “hill assist” as I worked up the camber on takeoff. I improved over last week’s attempt and was able to hold the motorcycle and look down the road. As I rode I worked mostly on my turns trying to focus on the entry and exit points, and I feel I did well. Unfortunately, we didn’t head up the curvy road, but I still worked through the corners.

Bill did something different during the ride and, once I figured out what he was doing, I followed suit. As we headed up the long road, he set himself in between the double yellow lines. At first I looked for any road obstacles he might be avoiding, but I couldn’t spot any. So after another moment, I realized he was working on keeping the Rocket along a straight line, and I moved behind him to have my attempt. We’ve tried the straight line on our bicycles and found that speed helps prevent the gyroscopic effect that would cause wobbling. Of course on a motorcycle, it is much easier to maintain speed, but it was still a challenge I look forward to pursuing in future rides.

The idea for this straight-line challenge comes from some motorcycle videos we’ve watched where people ride BMW R1250 GS bikes through various challenges. One of the challenges is to ride on top of a 2×4 board or between narrow logs. This challenge can be done on any motorcycle if one simply finds a straight line to pursue. My only concern with practicing this skill on the road was maintaining awareness of oncoming traffic. I have the advantage of Bill in front of me as bonus awareness, but I recommend the practice on a quiet road.

I enjoyed the ride and spotted two butterflies. One was a tiger swallowtail fluttering high overhead. The second was the Aphrodite fritillary which enjoys fluttering close to the ground. I noted the opposite nature of these two butterflies; I always seem to spot the swallowtail high among the tree leaves, and I’ve always spotted the fritillary down close to the ground. Neither seemed to be enjoying the gorgeous explosion of bright orange day lilies that I spotted everywhere on our ride.

I haven’t seen the little garage cabbage white in several weeks. But this week, a fat dragonfly sailed overhead. And, as I headed into the garage at the end of the ride, a fat, black carpenter bee nearly collided with me. But she veered away just in time, so I may spot her again during next week’s ride. I hope this lovely summer weather holds.

fritillary butterfly--orange and black — My attempt to photograph the fritillary butterfly.