One of the sweetest joys of riding a motorcycle is being out there in the world you’re passing through. That’s as opposed to being enclosed in a steel cage, peering out through a windshield that limits your view, shut off from the smells and other ...
The Sturgis Bike Rally is over and it’s time to sort through the memories. This was my second trip to the rally and it was a vastly different experience than my first time. How do they compare?
Spearfish Canyon is one of the three best motorcycle roads in the Black Hills, and therefore is a favorite of the bikers who come to the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally, which is just coming to a close. U.S. 14A runs up the canyon from the town of Spearfish to ...
Forty miles out of town and there’s some green fluid dripping. Oh, no! There’s no mistaking coolant, and on a day with temperatures in the 90s this could be seriously bad.
We ran the gamut in terms of lodging on the just-ended OFMC summer motorcycle trip this year. Considering that we spent about $340 per person for nine nights, what is actually surprising is how nice some of these places were. What is not surprising is ...
This luggage thing on motorcycles just grows and grows. When John and Bill and I started taking our summer OFMC bike trips, like this one we’re on right now, we used to strap things on our small bikes with bungee straps. Even now, none of the three of ...
Excitement is building, emails are flying, and the countdown is nearing zero. The OFMC is about to hit the road for our annual summer trip. How can two days take so long to pass?
You start to learn about the brotherhood of motorcyclists right away, as soon as you start riding. You’re out on the road on your new bike and some guy you don’t even know waves at you. Then another, and then another. Welcome to the club.
It’s not too far a reach to say that Sturgis is like Mecca. Every one of the faithful ought to get there at least once in their life. And the guys in the OFMC are nothing if not faithful, so in 2006 we made our pilgrimage.
I was pretty ignorant when I bought my first motorcycle but there was one things I was sure of: I didn’t like getting pounded by the wind. So one of the very first things I did was go to a parts shop for wind protection. I asked to see fairings and ...
The opportunity to see 1,000 Cushman scooters engulfing downtown Sturgis, SD, was too good an image to miss, so the rally is now underway and I’m writing from a motel room in Deadwood, about 8 miles from Sturgis. And I have to confess, I did not come ...
Name two things that are cooler than a well-worn black leather motorcycle jacket. That takes a bit of thought, doesn’t it? And of course it’s that whole image thing that is a big attraction for many of the people who buy motorcycles and then only ride ...
As once-new technologies pervade our entire lives it can be hard to remember what we did before we had these devices. Cell phones are an example, and the change they have made in motorcycle trips with the guys is far-reaching.
Although I’ve always loved just riding motorcycles, it was motorcycle touring that really set the hook for good. Travel can be a wonderful thing in nearly any type of vehicle but travel on a motorcycle is the best you can get. You take the back roads, ...
Have you ever wished you could get out on your motorcycle and just let her rip? No worry about speeding tickets. No worry about hitting that pocket of gravel as you carve that turn. No worry about that idiot cager who’s just about to pull out in front ...
Reach back in your memory to those blissful times driving along on that hot summer day smelling the fresh cut hay, enjoying the dips into the ravines for the coolness they bring, and . . . Stop! You don’t remember those things? No, of course not, what ...
When you’re seriously addicted to cruising on two wheels you’ll go to extremes to get your fix. I know I did when a company I once worked for sent me to Sacramento for a month. This was going to be an opportunity to ride some fabulous roads in a place ...
Motorcycle travel by definition is a fair-weather activity. You’re not going to do it when there is snow and ice on the ground. As a consequence, living as I do in Colorado, the trips I’ve taken have been in the summer months, when wind and rain are ...
Which way is up? Which way is down? Can you imagine being out on the road and not being sure of those directions? I can, because I’ve been in just that situation, and it wasn’t pleasant.
I haven’t done much dirt-biking, a deficiency I intend to rectify this summer, but I’ve had a couple opportunities. The first one was compliments of my friend John. You can think of him as the pusher. “Try this, you’ll really like it,” he seems ...