The Sound of The City was KSFO radio, San Francisco's. signature song heard late at night for many years back in the 60s - orgionally written and recorded by the Johnny Mann Singers - this is a 2009 recording using the same arrangement, by the Covenant Four Quartet - www.covenant4.com
In January of 2009, after retiring in July 2008, I decided I need to get a new motorcycle after not having one for over 10 years. I bought a Star Silverado 1700, and put 16,700 miles on it by September going on road trips. At that point I wanted more, and went back to the brand I learned to ride on - Triumph. I traded the Star in on a Rocket III, and I now have my dream bike. Slowly getting her ready for my first planned road trip - June of 2010 will head for California to Ride Highway 1 along the coast from north of LA to San Francisco.

Tuesday May 19, 2009, a day that shall live in infamy. My beau Tex, purchased a 1994 Honda Shadow VLX 600. He had been mentioning to me for months about needing to get another motorcycle. I, never having been into the biker scene said, "no one needs a motorcycle." 

I had to apologize to him the next day for not showing the proper amount of enthusiasm when he called. Though to be fair it was 1:30 AM and I had been asleep for 2 hours already. Wednesday night I surprised him by meeting him outside the local Target, and he was still smiling. He gave me a ride around the parking lot and I have to say I liked it. I'm not sure what I was expecting; but it was a pleasurable experience that reminded me a little bit of the freedom I feel when skiing, added bonus: being close to my man. So there we sat, in the Waffle House, grinning at each other like fools because we had fallen in love with a motorcycle. I can honestly say I felt blissful even the next day, he could hear it in my voice on the phone twelve hours later. 
Just what is it about motorcycles that produces that blissed out feeling?
FWIW: Never tell your beau that his dimples make him look too cute to be a bad a## biker dude. LOL
this was on motorally 2009- mexico
this was on motorally 2009- Mexico
2003 vulacn Classic 1500
I recently bought a brand new 2009 VMAX 1700. The person that ordered it last year didn't collect, however I did and am now the proud owner of the VMAX. I used to hate the old VMAX because it could beat my old bike, the 1985 Honda V65 Magna. These two bikes are very different, however. Honestly, the old Honda ran out of guts down the 1/4 mile. The VMAX does not. The guy I bought it from said it would spin the back tire in 3rd gear. The first three gears take some getting used to though. You don't know whether to go all out or keep the throttle back. What I mean is that I was concerned about spinning the wheel at 60 mph and popping a wheelie. But, looking back, I guess I never got on it enough to raise the front. That is until now. I have had the front end off the ground now. Incidentaly, I have made it past the 1000 mile mark and it is almost ready for a good drag with someone. I still haven't went balls out from a dead stop to the end of a quarter. I have a good place to do the quarter, but we'll see.
I put a small windshield on it, but haven't ridden it since. I will tomorrow. Stay tuned to see if the windshield is sturdy enough to take the wind. I think I'll put a smoke tint on the windshiled once I find out if I like it or not. It will match the black body better. Keeps the heavy rain off and also gives me a break from the wind on my 40 mile commute to work. I can take it off really easy if I want to. The only drawback after the initial setup on the windshield is that I had to rotate the clutch lever and reservoir downward. That means to pull the clutch I have to chase it over the top, rather than reaching up for it. It shouldn't be a problem when I'm riding upright, but when I'm trying to lean forward and keep the front end down in the quarter it will be a chore to reach the clutch without having carpal tunnel syndrome set in by the end of the day.
I hope to someday get a video of the bike going down the road in all 5 gears. But, nothing can demonstrate the amount of torque and power this thing has. You just have to be on it. It just keeps pulliing. The pro rider that works for Yamaha said it best, "any more power and this thing would not be street legal".
I find myself looking in my rearview alot. What I mean is I think it's fun to get out on the interestate and get in front of a car and the car thinks he's going to go right up my tail end. Of course, I don't let that happen. A quick flick of the wrist and a gear change and I've left the scene. Or, as I'm getting on the onramp I let the vehicle pass me doing 70. I'm barely going 20 getting ready to get onto the interstate. By the time we hit the end of the onramp I'm already ahead of him. I know they must think I'm crazy, thinking "what some of these bikers do nowadays. It's really dangerous", but in reality they don't know how much power the bike has and therefore think I'm riding crazy. I'm actually just using acceleration just like they do when they jump on the interstate. It's just that they've never seen something move so fast. Anyway, it's entertaining for me and that's what counts.
Got to go. More from "V-Sting" later.
6:00 AM – The alarm has not gone off so I shut it off so Maureen can sleep in. Cold! It is 23 F and white frost covers everything. Find the woollies and start layering on clothes. I have to make a 20 mile run to join my fellow HOG members at a Tim Horton’s near Fonthill. Timmies as we call it is a chain of coffee shops like Starbucks but, they sell real artery clogging donuts, there is no one there called a barista; just Helen on the cash and Fred In-Training.
7:20 - I am in the garage putting on my leather neck cover, helmet, and insulated riding gloves. Boomer (my ’06 Road Glide) starts with the first push of the starter. The Rinehart exhaust is singing in the cold air. The cold is burning my cheeks as I clear the village and turn up the wick heading towards the rendezvous. It is 28F.
7:45 – I pull into Timmies about 45 minutes early. Make a note to self: put on the thin inner gloves then the insulated gauntlets or my fingers will be numb at 30 miles. Ordered a bagel/egg/sausage breakfast and a calorie-soaked donut and a large coffee.
8:20 The others begin arriving until all 6 are present and accounted for. As they get a quick coffee, dozens of bikes are rolling past. A continuous roar. It has warmed up to the freezing point.
8:30 – Time to go. I take some shots of Dave’s Bobber he built last winter. Everyone is layered with lots of clothes and don face cover too. We roll out onto the local highway in a tight formation and Nancy in the lead turns up the wick and we are off. Just less than 100 miles away is Port Dover. Someone said the news forecast 12,000 bikes would arrive today for this one day event. The population of this fishing village is 5564. If the estimate is right, the population for the day will be about 3 times more than the number of permanent residents.
9:30 – Bikers are feeding into the route from all directions. Single riders, duos, and groups of 10, 20 or 30. We are toasty warm and making great time. We blow through Dunnville and avoid the main drag knowing the Timmies there will be overloaded with bikers seeking a caffeine hand warmer. Nancy keeps a fast pace and we are riding in a disciplined formation responding to hand signals.
10:05 am – We roll off Highway 6 into the village. The village centre already has a lot of bikes but the side streets are clear. We get prime spots to park behind a restaurant on the main street. A group picture and we are off to the Timmies up the street to warm up and get a coffee charge. It is now a balmy 46 degrees. The air is filled with roar of bikes pouring into the village from both main roads. Every imaginable make and custom jobs too. Cruisers, choppers, trikes, bobbers, crotch rockets and dirt bikes. There are even bikers here from the USA
11:30 – I am waiting for my friend David who has come about the same distance from the opposite direction on his Honda Valkyrie. The parking lot that was half full is over full and bikes now line both side of two main streets for as far as the eye can see. The roar is continuous. Wait; is that a guy in a Santa’s hat and a red thong riding that CB500? David arrives and we go as a group looking for T Shirts and other memorabilia. I bump into Brad who sold me my Sportster last summer. He rode his Ultra down from near Toronto. Soon it is lunch and some of our group line up for the restaurant. It could be an hour’s wait. Dave, Brad and I go in search of street meat.
1:30 – The cops have shut down the roads into town to all vehicles except bikes. . There are continuous lines of bikes 2 abreast streaming into town from both directions. The vendors are out of stuff. They figured November?? Who will come? I head back to see if I can get Boomer out of where I parked. Yep, there is a narrow lane between the metal and chrome. Some of the group left early but now the others return and we begin to suit up.
2:00 – We are on the road out of town. The cops are waving us through and we roll up the hill towards highway 6. We go over the rise and ahead of us a line of bikes 2 abreast stretches as far as we can see and, there are still hundreds more heading into town. Nancy ramps up the speed but hauls it again down as we approach villages along the way. Bikes are along the roadside getting their tickets for missing the reduced speed limits.
3:00 - We roll into Dunnville on highway 3 for a Timmies break and to don our cold gear again. I envy Nancy and Lee with their heated vests and gloves. After a quick pit stop we are off and as we continue on towards Niagara Falls our group is reduced as riders peel off to head for home. Lee and I bail to pick up the road into St Catharines. I am a bachelor for the day. Maureen is away with the grandchildren. I am wiped so I head to Puddy’s bar for a plate of wings and a cold ginger ale before heading home to download pictures from the day and write my blog. I take a shot of the long sleeved T I bought I got the T short to prove I was there.
11:30 – The blog is done and so am I. It seems we hit or exceeded the estimate on attendees the 13th. We all plan to be there next August for the 13th.
Stopped on the road.. 300 bikes and a deer ran across road took out one bike..
Fun Stuff
I had a blast this weekend. I did my first ride with over 100+ bikers. Probably closser to 200. We had our Toy Run and I got to be in it. What an experience. First my friends and I met up probably about 10 of us, then we all went to the Toy run. There were bikes every where. All the groups of bikers met up and talked for a while. The group kept getting larger and larger. All kinds of people and groups some independent riders fell in and then when it was time we all rolled together with a police escourt through town to the drop off point. It was a hudge group by this time and we took both sides of the street for as far as I could see. Bikes of all types and people of all kinds also. we all talked and hung out then went for free chilli. Best time I have had yet on the bike. This is what bikers are all about getting together and sharing the ride. The stories and friendships made are great. Just loving it.....
My first ride with 100+ bikers. It was great
My first ride with 100+ bikers. It was great
Smokey Mtn., Deals Gap, Iron Horse M/R Good times...