Leaning In

Warm sunshine with only wispy clouds in the sky greeted us for our weekend ride. The weather was so ideal for riding, a biker gang, the Mutineers, passed us as we drove over to the garage. There were five guys in their jeans and leather vests with their Mutineers logo emblazoned on the back. They were riding two abreast which is really not a good idea, and they used hand signals for their lane changes and the exit ramp.

Hand signals are from the days when motorcycles didn’t have turn indicators. Bill’s first Harley didn’t have turn indicators. But as I watched the gang go past, I realized too that the hand signals serve as a command cue, similar to hand signals in the military, to lead the group. The biker in the front right corner was the first to raise his right fist, bent elbow in the sign for a right turn, and the group followed. Now their motorcycles could have been old enough to predate indicators; as they were passing me at about 70 mph, it was hard to get a good look at the bikes, but from the sound, I’m pretty sure they were all Harleys.

My mind wandered from the hand signals to the communication devices available to riders. But I liked the old school way of communicating with the hand signals. While there is a convenience to being able to speak directly to a riding partner, there is something meditative about riding with only my thoughts in my head. I also enjoy the training I get from having to watch and follow Bill’s leadership, working on my reaction speed for quick stops like the one for the indecisive young squirrel.

Like the biker gang, I was wearing jeans today. Of course, my jeans are Klim reinforced riding jeans, baggy enough to house the protective gear, not sleek fitting Levis. I was more comfortable in the jeans on this 80-degree day, only getting hot during slow speed, parking lot maneuvers. But I was focused on my lean in the U-turns. As I completed my second on-street U-turn, I felt myself leaning into the turn, and I liked it.

I’m not saying I have never leaned the motorcycle in a U-turn before. However, for some reason during this ride, I really felt the lean, and I had no fear of it. So as we turned around in the cul de sacs, I worked on feeling the lean as an aspect of tightening the turns, and I continued to work with it.

I also worked on my trail braking into the curves and the fast stop and start. I had one really wobbly fast stop that caused me to throw both feet onto the pavement, but the rest of the stops went well. Bill talked to me about working on stopping without forcing the anti-lock brakes on, so that will be for next week.

Since the sun was shining, I saw plenty of butterflies, including my first encounter with an aggressive black swallowtail that flew at me before heading off to more natural colors. And there were plenty of lovely colors especially the day lilies that are flourishing right now. I saw yellows, oranges, and a vibrant flame-colored one. The hydrangeas are colorful, flowering balls of light blues, whites, and purples.

In a quiet cul de sac, I spotted a great blue heron hunting in the shallows. He looked over at us hearing the roar of our engines, watching in perfect stillness, before deciding we weren’t a threat. The Canadian geese were more offended as we rode past, as they should’ve been as Bill was using the Rocket to herd them off the road. And just as I despaired of seeing any birds of prey, an osprey soared up into view. That’s one of the many fun aspects of heading out for a ride; there’s always a surprise around the next corner if you’re looking for it. And I will be out again looking next week.

Black swallowtail butterfly in clover — I captured this image of a black swallowtail butterfly the day before my ride.

Gearing Up for Summer

Our luck with the temperatures finally ran out; the weather was typical for Memorial Day weekend in southeast Virginia—hot and humid. Actually, for us, low 80s isn’t too hot, but the humidity was up and the sun was bright making this ride warm and sweaty. I learned a valuable lesson with my riding gear on this warm, nearing-summer day. Do not wear the leather riding pants when the temperature hits 80 or above; it can lead to chafing.

Usually when I wear my Rev’It Ignition 3 leather riding pants, I wear a pair of tights underneath for an additional layer of warmth. Knowing that the ride was going to be warm, I opted to skip the tights, wear some knee pads to protect my knees, and wear the leather pants. Not a good idea. My right inner thigh about halfway through the ride began to rub a little raw. I stood up and shifted a bit to move the pants around, but I realized that I either wear the tights and get sweatier, or it’s time to switch to the Klim riding jeans.

I did think about wearing bike shorts under the leathers, but that solution still adds another layer of cloth and more to sweat through. Today’s ride was an experiment in what constitutes too hot for the leather pants, and I’ve determined 80 degrees or higher. Switching the pants isn’t a big deal, but Bill really likes me in the leathers.

It was a warm enough day that I kept my jackets partially unzipped. And it was my first really warm ride to feel how the ventilation on my Arai helmet worked. I made sure I had opened all the vents fully, and I was comfortable enough while we cruised, though on slow-speed maneuvers, I opened up the visor some. I did have a red, angry mark across my forehead when I removed my helmet, but to prevent that much like the chafing, I would need to add more layers when I’m already toasty.

As I was gearing up in the garage, a cabbage white flew by, almost flying into the garage. I chased after her to try and get a picture, but every time I was close enough to snap the pic, she moved herself in front of something white and disappeared. She was only the first of many butterflies I saw on this bright, sunny day, including an eastern tiger swallowtail, and possibly a Juvenal’s Duskywing butterfly. It certainly was dark enough.

With the sunshine and all the flowers in bloom, of course there were lots of butterflies about. I also saw some dragonflies, a real harbinger of summer as the dragonflies means the mosquitoes are coming. I forgot to mention that a few weeks ago, I saw a small dragonfly in the garage. I wondered if the bright reds and yellows in my helmet had attracted it.

The Canadian goslings have reached the teenager stage and are almost as tall as their parents. A young child of about three was watching the gaggle in fascination. We encouraged a couple of mallards to move away from the edge of the road as we zoomed past. And I almost missed a turn when I spotted a beautiful osprey with wings full spread in the blue sky.

As we rode, I worked on trail braking. Actually, what Bill had asked me to work on was feeling the dive of the front end of the bike when I pull in the front brake and then the release as I trail off the brake. I still tried a little bit of trail braking in some of my turns, and I am getting a better understanding of the importance of having some of the front brake engaged in a turn so that if something goes wrong, I can continue my braking while straightening up the motorcycle.

Someone was having a party—graduation or Memorial Day—so our on-street U-turn road was blocked on both sides. But I did my best ever U-turn in the handicap spots on the gravel lot; I am finally learning to trust the R Nine T and my ability to accelerate on the incline. My right arm did start to go numb. I am wondering now if it is the pre-load position; however, I don’t want to give up pre-loading the front brake to find out. I do have my left fingers extended over the clutch, but I don’t pre-load that, so I am not exerting pressure until I am ready to shift gears. My gear shifts were a little odd; I didn’t miss a gear, but at least three times during the ride I felt as though I had. Of course, the R Nine T doesn’t have a gear indicator other than the neutral light, so I’m always in a little suspense as to what gear I might be in until we stop and I can shift down to first.

Another riding mystery to be solved, and the only way to solve it is with more rides which I am always ready for!

May the Ride Be with You

Lots to celebrate on this Saturday’s ride. It is Star Wars Day, also International
Women’s Ride Day, and the eve of Cinco de Mayo (so Quatro de Mayo). It is also the third anniversary of my
becoming a motorcyclist.

The day was
partly cloudy, so I was hopeful of spotting some butterflies during the ride,
and I was not disappointed. I saw six
cabbage whites out flitting about and one small Atlantis Fritillary butterfly
near some deliciously scented blooming honeysuckle. One of the greatest benefits of our slow
rides through neighborhoods is the time it gives me to notice and appreciate
the beauties in nature.

As we
headed down the long straight road, I glimpsed a large bird of prey ahead of us
in the sky. I was hoping it might be the
golden eagle, and it may have been, but I never got close enough to make sure. Other than that small glimpse, I only spotted
one turkey vulture out and about in the skies during our ride. However, as I was unloading my gear from the
car, a shadow passed overhead, and I looked up to see one of the osprey
cruising by.

I’m
noticing much more variety in the flowers in bloom. In addition to the clematis, irises, and
roses, I’ve seen chunky white peonies, vibrant pink rhododendrons, a few day
lilies freshly planted, and even some magnolia blossoms opening. I spied some pretty white flowers on bushes,
almost like five-leafed dogwoods, that might have been potentilla, but I’m not
sure. My later internet search didn’t go
so well, and potentilla was the closest match.

In three
years I’ve ridden three different motorcycles—the BMW G310GS, the Ducati Desert
Sled Scrambler, and the BMW R Nine T.
For comfort I would rate the 310 the best; I rode in an upright position
on a fairly lightweight motorcycle. The
Ducati Scrambler riding position was similar, but that was a taller bike with
the weight of the engine up higher. It
was also extremely hot, which felt great in the winter but was really awful in
southeast Virginia summers. The R Nine T
is the best-balanced motorcycle of the three, but the riding position has me
leaning slightly forward which puts some pressure on my wrists.

I really
appreciated the balance of the bike during my on-street U-turn. As I came around to finish the turnaround, I
felt as though I could almost stop the motorcycle completely and remain upright
(at least for a second or two). That
doesn’t mean I don’t still have moments when I feel more of a list than I like
and start to dab or dab my feet to keep the bike upright, but I find I don’t
have to dab as much on the R Nine T as I did on the other two motorcycles. Perhaps some of this feeling is due to better
riding skills after three years practicing and riding, but I do credit the R
Nine T as being a well-balanced bike, and it creates in me a bias toward the
boxer engines of several BMW brands.

I do still
want the 1300 GS. The more I practice
with the current boxer engine, the more curious I get as to how the adventure
bike would handle. Or, more precisely,
how I would hand the adventure bike. But
I think several things would have to occur before I can own one. For one thing interest rates would need to
come way down. It would also be
helpful if the price and packaging
prices dropped some, BMW. But the final
stopping point is that Bill would have to tire of the Rocket and want to return
to the R Nine T. And right now, he’s
having too much fun playing on that motorcycle.
But that’s a good thing because I am having a ton of fun riding out with
him on the R Nine T.

author riding the BMW R Nine T Urban GS 40th anniversary edition motorcycle in yellow and black

Cloudy Skies Means No Butterflies

A short morning shower nearly derailed our riding plans, but after a few hours delay, the roads had dried off and we were able to ride under cloudy skies. The day was warm like last Saturday, so it was a surprise to me when I realized halfway through the ride that I hadn’t seen any butterflies out. They must prefer the sunshine.

We did get to see an osprey with a fresh catch fending off some crows as we headed onto the curvy road. The road construction throughout the neighborhood had abated some and allowed some roads to open up. I kept my eyes peeled for the bald eagle too, but I didn’t spot him. I did get to see some beautiful, tall, yellow Japanese irises in bloom. And I did see a pair of ducks probably scoping out nesting sites.

On this particular ride, I noted how easily I can shift gears with the R Nine T. I wonder if it’s because it is a dry clutch or if it is because I first learned to drive on a manual transmission, so I am used to shifting gears. Whatever it is, I don’t miss the sputters of the 310 or Ducati, nor the stalls I often had on both of those motorcycles.

As we rode, I noted that the azaleas are past peak bloom, but the roses are filling in to replace them. I did spy black tulips at least super dark purple tulips, which I thought was an interesting shade. And it’s good to see the tree leaves coming in; hopefully, my allergies will soon disappear. I did figure out a different way to keep my neck tube up over my mouth when I put on my helmet. Usually, I try and hold the neck tube in my mouth as I pull on the Arai helmet, but that results in the neck tube down at my chin. I need my nose covered while my allergies are still so active, so for today’s ride, I pulled the tube up over my eyes before putting my helmet on. My nose stayed covered, but I had to do some awkward adjustments to keep a piece from sticking up over my right eye. Never let it be said that I look super cool gearing up for my ride.

Most of my ride went terrific. I did go wide on the first on-street U-turn, but I believe that had more to do with a last second adjustment when it looked as though Bill had pulled up. Next ride, I’m going to hang back a little more so if he does adjust, I don’t have to over adjust to recover. My footless stops went really well, and I feel as though I am restarting more quickly.

As we headed home from the ride, we had the phenomenal sight of a bald eagle swooping down on the road in front of us to snag a dead squirrel. It was only about 20 feet away which allows me to appreciate just how large a raptor it truly is. This fellow was pestered by several angry crows trying to get the squirrel for themselves, but he was able to soar away from them with his prize. At least the clouds don’t keep the raptors at bay, but I do hope the forecasted sunshine will allow for some butterfly sightings on my next ride.

Attunement

I was back out of the leather and wearing the Klim summer jacket for this week’s ride. It was a Saturday made for riding motorcycles with temperatures hovering around 70 degrees and bright sunshine. There was wind, quite a bit as we had a violent storm pass through overnight Thursday. But the roads were dry and the wind didn’t make it too chilly, though I did wear a thermal shirt under my jacket to stay warm.

What I noticed during this ride was how important it is to learn the motorcycle. When I get in my car, I might think about features like the window controls or heated seats and I develop a feel for the steering wheel, the acceleration, and the brakes. But I don’t have to develop a feel for if I’m balanced in the seat, and I don’t consciously develop my grip on the steering wheel. Perhaps if I drove a more high-performance car or drove as though I was starring in the next Fast and Furious film, I might develop a finer attunement with my car. And even though I don’t take my R Nine T to a track to zip along as though I was in MotoGP, in order to ride successfully and safely, I do need to be attuned to the handling of the motorcycle far more than with my car.

As we headed out on this day meant for motorcycles, I actually was preoccupied with thoughts about house and yard work. I had spotted what I think was a Monarch butterfly as I was loading the gear in the car, so I should have been focused on possible butterfly sightings. What brought me out of my chores reverie wasn’t the cabbage whites I saw flitting here and there nor the gorgeous azaleas at peak bloom. No, I left the thoughts on bathroom scouring and weeding behind when I realized that I had been turning, stopping, leaning into curves, trail braking, and counter steering without any conscious thought to do any of it. I was riding my motorcycle naturally, comfortably, and confidently.

Well, not entirely comfortably. My right arm did get tingly and need some shaking out. But as far as steering and maneuvering went, I was mostly comfortable. I did go wide on the first on street turn because I didn’t turn my head far enough around. But now when I do make a mistake, I am much better at identifying what I did wrong and make the correction. My quick stop-starts went really well. Near the end of our ride, Bill led us into my old practice street, the one I had to use when the school didn’t want us using the parking lot. I flashbacked to how nerve wracking it was to do my U-turns between the curbs on the little 310 even as I easily navigated the turn on the larger R Nine T. As Bill explained after our ride, he could really tell how much his skill has developed on the Rocket by completing the U-turn on the practice street. That led me to realize how important our practices are for learning the handling of the motorcycles. I have nearly put 1,000 miles on the R Nine T, not much by most people’s standards, but much more than I ever rode on either the BMW G310GS or the Ducati Scrambler. So it is no wonder that I feel more attuned to the R Nine T, and I look forward to more fine tuning next weekend!

Road through trees from the cockpit of a motorcycle — Photo by Kelly on Pexels.com

Golden Ride

Sometimes not having a roof over one’s head is a good thing, and it’s one of the many aspects I love about riding motorcycles. Having the freedom to look up unencumbered by a car roof gave us a spectacular view of a golden eagle.

I remembered this week to check the wind chill though I only checked it for my city and not my parents’, so it was a little chillier than expected but no where near as cold as last week. I only felt the wind through my helmet; I need to check my ventilation because I may have extra open vents. I was wearing the same outfit as last week, but the temperature was at 50 and that made a big difference in my comfort.

We headed out with a detour due to road construction down the block from the garage. Because of the torn-up roads, we didn’t go down the curvy road. I was a little disappointed, but I let the squirrels running about and the Canadian geese distract me. I even spotted some robins, the birds of spring. The skies were cloudy, but yesterday’s rain was on hold and the roadways were dry enough for our ride though we had to dodge a few large puddles.

Since we bypassed the curvy road, it didn’t take us long to reach the cul de sac where we practice on-street U-turns. With last week’s disastrous turns still fresh in my mind, I was a little trepidatious, and that trepidation affected my first turn. Wide into the grass I went; one thing I have improved on is not shaking my head when I make a mistake or goof. I tightened up as I started the second turn and managed to stay on the street. It’s definitely a feel thing and a need for more practice because when I was turning in the gravel lot, I performed my tightest U-turns ever.

Bill led us on a meandering path for our ride, but this was a good thing. We headed up the road to the footless stop Yield later in our ride than usual, and that allowed us to witness the magnificent sight of the golden eagle landing in a tree. The movement of its wings caught both of our attention because it was only about 30 feet up from us on the road. Unfortunately for us, the motorcycle noise disturbed it; the eagle flitted to another tree and, even though we had stopped the bikes, then decided to head off. Our arrival was probably a lucky happenstance for one of the four Canadian geese grazing by the roadside as the eagle most likely was planning on making one of the geese its lunch.

The benefit to startling the golden eagle was we got to see it launch in the air and fly away. Outside of an ostrich at the zoo, this golden eagle is the largest bird I have ever seen. What a spectacular sight; that golden eagle makes me even happier about riding my motorcycle and, while the odds are I won’t get to see that beautiful bird again, I will keep my eyes peeled as I keep riding.

golden eagle in flight — Photo by Andrew Patrick on Pexels.com

Surprising Almost Spring Ride

It looked like Punxsutawney Phil was right; we were heading into an early spring. Today’s weather was a gift in February—highs in the mid-60s under partly cloudy skies. Rain was forecasted for much later, so we were presented with a day made for motorcycle riding.

There was a morning kerfuffle involving a missing envelope, but that situation was eventually resolved. The delay meant we benefited from the full warmth of the day on our ride. I had a rather eclectic mix of riding gear on. I was wearing my Rev’It Ignition 3 leather pants with the liner in but without my tights underneath. I had on a t-shirt under the Alpinestars jacket with a thermal sweatshirt over top underneath the Klim summer riding jacket. And I wore my mid-weight Klim gloves for hand warmth. As we first rode off, I felt a little too warm but, with the bike up and running creating the wind chill, I was actually comfortable.

There were a lot of people out enjoying the springish day either walking, running, or on their bicycles. As we headed up the curvy road, we went wide to the left to avoid some pedestrians out for a stroll, and then had to swerve back to the right to avoid the two Canadian geese grazing at the edge of the road. Either they had been there for quite some time or it was a favorite grazing spot for the gaggle judging by the amount of goose poop on the road. I hoped for a sighting of the bald eagle but only saw a bunch of turkey vultures out on the thermals.

The camellias are in full bloom now, but I also spotted some early blooming daffodils open to the sunshine. And I was completely surprised when I headed up the court where we perform our on street U-turns and saw a small cabbage white butterfly flit past me. I truly hadn’t expected a butterfly in February and had a silly smile on my face as I completed both U-turns—one wide, one great.

It was such a beautiful day, I found myself wishing I was just cruising. Instead, I worked on my stops and my turns in the gravel lot. Bill had us add a new drill—a fast stop and start. This drill actually has a swerve component as well, but I’m just beginning to get the feel for it, so I’m just on the stop and start aspect. The purpose of the drill is to enable me to takeoff quickly from a stop to avoid a rear-end collision. On a motorcycle just like in a car, a sudden stop could end up a rear end collision if the driver behind you is too close and/or not paying attention. In a car the bumper, trunk, backseats, and airbags all come to the driver’s aid. On a motorcycle the rider could go flying or even be crushed between the rear ender and the obstacle that caused the sudden stop in the first place.

So knowing how to stop quickly, check rearview mirrors, and take off quickly can be extremely useful for a motorcycle rider. An additional component of this exercise is to swerve around the obstruction, but that’s a higher level of the drill that I’m not ready for. I just worked on sudden stopping, placing my left foot down, and taking off as soon as my foot touched. I was pretty slow. In part my slowness was due to my checking the mirrors after I put my foot down—too late. I need to be checking the mirrors as I’m stopping, so that will be my work next week. I also am still sticking to the throttle with my right hand causing it to rev when I’m stopping. I still need to figure that out, but I believe it is because I am gripping harder on the brake and the handlebars causing me to “stick” on the throttle. That just means more practice.

And I am always up for my practice and more riding on my motorcycle. Next week will be more of a return to winter (unless the forecast changes) but it looks like we’ll get through this winter with only one day of bitter cold riding. I’m looking forward to the spring and all the lovely blossoms and blooms and butterflies I’ll see.

Lovely Winter? Ride

All week long the forecast held shifting rain chances for Saturday, but we were pretty sure we were in for rain. In fact we did get some rain on Friday, so it was a wonderful surprise to wake up to sunny skies and dry roads Saturday morning with spring-like temperatures—a day made for riding.

We were up earlier than usual because we needed to pick up the Rocket from the dealership. On Tuesday the dealership sent over a tow to collect the bike which couldn’t be safely ridden due to the front brake caliper’s missing bolt. Sunrise Cycles repaired the Triumph, and we hoped for nice enough weather on Saturday to pick up the motorcycle. So Bill got an early ride as we headed over to my parents’ garage. He took the scenic route up Shore Drive so he could look out over Lake Whitehurst. There was a light haze at tree level but bright sunshine everywhere else.

Last weekend my mind must have been as numb as my fingers because I made no note of the odometer passing 1500 miles. I’ve now ridden the R Nine T roughly equal if not slightly more than Bill. There was road work underway, so we had to head behind the shopping center where we rode over seven speed bumps. These bumps are good practice; one of the learning experiences in the MSF course is to ride the bike over a 2×4. Some of these speed bumps are a few inches higher than a 2×4. To get over the 2×4 in the class, we were told to lift up on the handlebars as we approached and stand up on the pegs. I hadn’t really worked on this skill since the class, so I was having fun with the practice. But I did mess up one speed bump; I was going over it slower than I realized, so I started to sit back down too soon and got a bump in the bottom by the seat.

As we rode, I noticed the muted greens of the shrubs, holly, and pine trees. Either the winter light softens the green, or the other trees that leaf in the spring have a brighter sheen. The more muted color reminded me that it was winter and nature is at rest since the near 60 degrees high definitely felt like spring. I did see the strength of the winter light as it scattered sparkling light across the river.

I enjoyed today’s ride very much even though my right hand went numb. I hadn’t had the numb feeling for several rides, so I don’t know why the numbness came today. I shook my right arm out as I approached stops and that helped shake off the numbness. It didn’t affect my ride; my turns were really tight. I find myself enjoying the balance of the motorcycle as I play with increasing the speed. No handlebar lock but both my left and right turns in the hospital lot were within the lines. My first on street U-turn I rode up on the grass but had a better second one. My no-look turns are almost second nature, and my gravel lot turns are getting more consistently tight. I even felt the bike come to a complete stop on the footless stop as the odometer hit 0.

Because of the road work, Bill led us into some traffic to head back to the garage. The day was so pleasant that I actually began to feel hot sitting at the stop lights. We sat at one light so long my left hand on the clutch started to tire. Some riders will shift into neutral at lights and rest the left hand. But Bill has explained the danger in that. If I’m in neutral and a car comes up too quickly or even possibly running into the back of the bike, being in first gear will allow me to move into one of my escape paths. Motorcycle riders who ride in traffic should always scope out their escape routes when stopped at intersections. I need to work on this skill more. And any time I need more skill work, that means more riding which I am always up for!

Haze over Lake Whitehurst and a happy boater enjoying the spring-like weather.

Finger Numbing Ride

We got our share of the Arctic air hitting the country. Friday’s temperatures had warmed just enough to make sure the precipitation that fell came down as rain, with the colder, freezing temperatures arriving that night. They came with a strong enough winds to dry off the roads, so I’m not complaining. But I made a judgment mistake that made for an uncomfortable ride.

As we prepped the equipment to head over to my parents’ garage, Bill asked me if I wanted my Rev’It winter gloves. I said I’d be OK with the Klim mid-temperature gloves and the heated grips. After all, the R Nine T has hand guards too, so I figured I’d have enough protection from the wind and enough warmth for the ride. I was so wrong.

When we arrived at my parents’ house, we had a couple of tasks. Last week, Bill had noticed a rattle in his front end. After some research and some thought, he realized that the brake calipers had come loose, so he brought his tools for tightening them. There was one little problem; the bottom bolt was missing from the caliper. No riding the Rocket this weekend.

I convinced Bill to take the R Nine T out and see if he could spot the bolt. It is a 2 ½ inch bolt and shiny silver, so if it were laying in the gutter or on the roadway, there was a chance that Bill could spot it. While he rode, I visited with my Mom and helped with some computer issues.

Bill rode for quite a while, but I finally heard the rumble of the motorcycle as he returned. Luckily for him, I went out to check on him. He was at the bottom of the driveway, sitting on the motorcycle. When I got to him, he had his gloves off and was reaching down to the cylinder heads. “I can’t undo the vest,” he told me, “my fingers are too numb.” Bill, who had also worn his mid-weather Klim gloves with the heated grips, could not undo the fastener that connected the vest to the motorcycle. So I had to free him from the bike.

With the knowledge of how cold Bill’s hands got, I realized my ride would have to be short. I figured I would ride with no slow-speed maneuvers and head back when my hands got cold. Had I done that, I wouldn’t have made it around the block. From the start of my ride, I felt my fingertips becoming numb. I strategized by trying not to pre-load the front brake. That way I could press my fingertips against the heated grips; it didn’t help. I never felt in danger with the numbness in my fingers because I kept the ride short. I rode up and down the curvy road where I spotted a pair of white Muscovy ducks. I then cautiously rode up the torn-up roadway so I could zip up the 35-mph road. I then took the long way home, but I was out no more than 20 minutes.

The real test of success would be if I could undo my vest fastener as Bill had taken the car to run some errands. For whatever reason I can’t undo the fastener with my gloves on, but I had enough feeling in my fingers to get unhitched. Where I had a challenge was finding neutral as I parked the bike. The last time I couldn’t slip the shifter into neutral, Bill had to do it. I turned off the motorcycle, dismounted, and used my hand on the shifter to move it up and down until it finally slipped into neutral.

Later as we drove home, Bill asked me if I’d learned anything on this ride. I learned I need my winter gloves to ride when the temperature is below 40 degrees. I also learned to control my frustration and patiently work through a mechanical issue with the motorcycle. On the practical side, I recognized that when the temperature is below freezing, gearing up and taking off should all happen inside the warm house. Next week we’re getting some rain, so we’ll have higher temperatures for our ride if we can get some dry roads. Also, we should have much warmer temperatures with highs in the 50s—much more reasonable riding weather.

Motorcycle tachometer showing green N for neutral.

Two Rides Weekend

I was going to title this blog “Buffeting,” but that was after Saturday’s ride. Sunday’s bonus ride came about because of an incident that occurred during Saturday’s ride and because it is a holiday weekend.

“Buffeting” refers to the wind hitting the rider on the motorcycle. It is usually discussed when riding the motorcycle on highways where clearly there will be a lot of wind generated. Buffeting is why some motorcycles have large windscreens in the front; cruisers often have the windscreens because they are designed for highway travel over great distances where constant wind would wear on the rider. But buffeting can also refer to the wind of which we had plenty this weekend.

Luckily, southeast Virginia is fairly well protected from snowstorms; unluckily too for the kids wanting a snow day. I do hope everyone who is experiencing this first major snowstorm is getting through it well. We had lots of sunshine and temperatures in the mid-50s for both days this weekend, but we also had high winds gusting to 25 mph on Saturday and near 20 mph on Sunday. The fun part about riding in the wind is feeling the wind push one along on the motorcycle. At one point on Saturday’s ride, as I was looping around on the gravel lot, I was pushed forward for 10 yards, laughing all the way.

Bill had warned me before we started riding that I might be changing lanes despite myself. The wind wasn’t quite that powerful, but I did feel it nudging me a bit. And there was the whistling of the wind through my helmet, at times a steady teakettle noise filling my beautiful new helmet.

I didn’t see much wildlife on Saturday except some crows. There were lots of people out walking their dogs both Saturday and Sunday; mid-50s in the middle of January is a gift and people were taking advantage of the sunshine and relative warmth. On Sunday I spotted several turkey buzzards battling the winds, soaring crazily in the air. I also saw an osprey on Sunday and some Canadian geese. Neither day did I see squirrels; they may be digging in for the colder temperatures coming later this week.

There were some swirling leaves in the middle of the road, caught up in wind eddies. I saw one beautiful camellia bush in bloom on both Saturday and Sunday, and on Sunday’s ride, I saw two groupings of pansies, my first of the season. I had to dodge some small branches in the road, and felt my front tire slip a bit on a pinecone.

So what happened to necessitate the Sunday ride? Well when we parked the bikes on Saturday and I removed my helmet, I felt my hair in the ponytail instead of my fuchsia hair glove. I checked my jackets and my shirt, but there was no hair glove. A couple of years ago, I lost the shorter of the two hair gloves Bill had gotten me. We drove around and found it lying in the road near the neighborhood swimming pool. So we packed up the car and drove around expecting to find this longer hair glove. Retracing our route was not successful with no glimpse of the bright fuchsia and white hair glove.

When we woke up Sunday and discussed our agenda for the day, riding the motorcycles again made sense. It was another great day weather-wise for riding, chores could wait until Monday, and we could search for the hair glove from the motorcycles which would make it easier to spot.

We headed out and I was a little uncomfortable. I did not like the added burden of scanning for the hair glove, making me realize I’m not fully confident in my road awareness when riding. In part I was looking out for blown down branches in the road because of the wind. It was Bill who spotted the hair glove; I never saw it. He pulled over on the curvy road and parked while I looked over my shoulder trying to spot the glove. I didn’t see it until Bill walked by carrying it.

Now that the hair glove was found and secured, we continued our ride. My ponytail was tucked under my neck tube and under the high collar of the Schott’s jacket. This impromptu protection worked well in keeping my hair from tangling on this windy day. I think I lost the hair glove because I had not secured it fully to my ponytail band. I usually take the time to double check that the plastic hook is looped through the band, but I didn’t do that on Saturday. I’m not sure why; I wasn’t in a hurry; I was just careless.

In the neighborhood some of the roads have been torn up in preparation for repaving. There is a “Motorcycles Use Extreme Caution” sign posted. The uneven surface did make me nervous because of the ruts, so much so that on Saturday, I missed shifting into first gear at the stop and nearly stalled. Luckily, the boxer engine chugged through its complaints and kept me going. I paid more attention to my shifting on the Sunday ride.

In fact the Sunday ride allowed me to make corrections on things that seemed a little off on the Saturday ride. For example, on my in-street U-turn, I went wide into the grass on the first one Saturday, but Sunday’s were all street. I even had the presence of mind Sunday when I felt the bike tipping a little to let out the clutch and increase the throttle. The only area I still struggled on was the gravel lot. During Saturday’s ride, the dropped branches and increased wind made me feel unstable in my turn practices on the gravel. I felt more confident Sunday until I saw the pair of nail shears. The glint of bright silver in the sun caught my eye and I was surprised to see them in the parking lot of a historic house. I then fixated on the scissors and never fully focused on my turns. After the third missed turn, I gave up and rejoined Bill.

We zipped along and finished our ride in great spirits. Bill wasn’t even upset realizing the Rocket needs some brake work done. Next Saturday looks to be colder and windy, but I’m getting some riding in the wind practice and feel good. I’m looking forward to the challenge of a full winter ride.

Motorcycles use extreme caution orange sign