Category: Motorcycles

This is purely related to motorcycles in general. I will probably have more specialized sub categories.

  • Are you Bonafide? Hey, What Makes You Qualified Anyway?

    The short answer is “The Internet”.  The other short answer is “Nothing”.  But here is the long answer.  

    We are in the day and age where anyone with an opinion seems to want to share it. The Internet provides the means to project said opinion across the globe. As far as being qualified well that hasn’t bothered any of you before. Why start now?

    The real scary part is we are in an age where computers using fancy algorithms we call AI can slurp up all the combined knowledge, information, and opinion humankind has dumped onto the internet.  In turn AI regurgitates that content into new made up remixes that are sometimes subtly false. We often still believe it.  Even worse the AI content is often helpful. In fact it can be helpful so often that we start to trust it’s hallucinations. It takes real skill to be adept enough to recognize between truth and subtle lies. 

    I’ve decided most of my readers will be highly skilled. With that intent I’ll be pontificating my opinions, mixing in random facts, and telling you subtle lies. I will do this all while I add more and more affiliate links to monetize my lies. This in turn means I am at least as qualified as our most renowned politicians, corporate business owners, and prestigious internet influencers. I’m qualified because I say so. That’s all, no questions will be taken at this time, my people will get with your people. Thanks for your time.

    My Back Story:
    Every evil genius has one.

    In reality my qualifications start with my back story.  I grew up in the farm lands of southern Idaho.  My dad was an auto mechanic and small business owner.  I grew up in the shop.  I drove an overbuilt go-cart that almost rivaled a dune buggy before I was a teen. By my early teens I had graduated from 4 wheels to 2 in the form of a 1974 Suzuki TM125 that the farmer across the street sold me for $50 and with another $50 part we got it running. 


    After a very short time my dad realized that one motorcycle was a source of family strife between myself and my next younger brother. We constantly fought over whose turn it was to ride.  Dad quickly found a deal on an 1983 Kawasaki KDX200 for $200. 

    https://magazine.cycleworld.com/article/1983/8/1/kawasaki-kdx200

    I was the bigger brother so I got the bigger bike problem solved. 


    I had other dirt bikes through my teen years until I got my drivers license.  There was a Suzuki RM250, and a Honda XR350.  The pattern was the same.  I would find a bike that needed work, buy it cheap, fix it up, and ride the snot out of it.  I would then sell it for slightly more than I bought it for.  Rinse and repeat. 

    That pattern served me well until I had a drivers license and had to deal with more expensive and road worthy vehicles.  During the same period of time my dad had a Honda CB650 road bike that I may or may not have taken out for joy rides a few times when my parents weren’t home.  That thing was fast off the line.  

    In my mid 20s I owned a Honda VF750 first generation muscle bike.  I rode it for a summer then started a restoration project. That project ended with the birth of my first born child.  I ended up giving the bike to my dad in boxes a few years later so he could have a restoration project. 

    More Recently

    One of my latest forays into motorcycle riding started last year with a 2000 Yamaha YZ125.  I got it from a friend.  I rode it around the steep hillsides near my house last summer.  This summer other than replacing the clutch it has mostly sat in the garage.  This bike was just about as much fun as you can have. However, my limited time and terrain convinced me that I was very likely to die launching off a tree stump into a bottomless void with this little 2-stroke fueled race rocket.


    These motorcycle experiences along with others have fueled my needed adrenaline hits over the years.  Also the wrecks and close calls in my youth have been enough to help keep me cautious and alive so far.  I have just a little too much self preservation instinct.  This deficiency has prevented me from ever achieving amazing rider status.  On the flip side, I have managed to make it past my mid 40’s:-)

    (Said With Jedi Powers) This is the content you are looking for.

    Since I’ve been riding off and on most of my life, and fixing bikes for just as long I have at least as much real experience as an AI. Since I am taking the time to write any of this down I’m at least as qualified as the next blogger. If I can make any of the story entertaining then it should be at least worth a click or two on an affiliate link. So there you have it. Word from a bonafide expert in my own humble opinion:-). See you next time will all the Amazon links.

  • Investing in the Dream:

    Living in the Columbia River Gorge

    You might have guessed. The mid-life crisis idea continued to fester over the weekend.  I had visions of riding down our gravel lane, turning left instead of right, and finding myself in the middle of nowhere. I would be exploring the mountains, rivers, and streams that I haven’t seen yet. 

    Mount Hood Sunset
    Sunset over Mount Hood

    I have lived in the Columbia Gorge for 20 years. There is small subset of the wonders here that I have been able to experience.  I often envy those that vacation because they come with the full intent of experiencing the gorge.   In the rat race of being able to live here, I’ve at times lost the wonder. I end up focusing on the hard parts.  The whole adventure bike idea was an opportunity to “carpe diem” up and change that. 

    Not Getting Old

    Another aspect of desiring more adventure in my life at the age of 47 is that I still feel young.  Most days… OK sometimes… Don’t ask my kids. If I am honest with myself that first day at the dealership when I threw my leg over the Kove, which is a rather tall bike, my calf decided to cramp up something fierce.  It took 2 days to stop aching. I try to tell myself that I was probably just dehydrated. I’m not getting too old.  In truth this has been something nagging at the back of my mind.

    The thought of, if I wait to retire to have adventure in my life then I will never be able to mount such a stead.  I would probably have to relegate my adventure to what I could see from a Honda 90 or a Bandit scooter.  When I look at my family history for the last couple of generations I have a 50/50 shot of even being around in 20 years. I mentioned this idea to my co-worker. He thought idea of doing something before you get too old was the most justifiable justification he had ever heard of.

    Buying Stuff

    With these doubts and aspirations bumping around in my head I figured out how to transfer around some savings. I headed back into the Mid Columbia Marine and Motorsports the next week when they opened on Tuesday.  I once again rode the Kawasaki and the Kove. We then worked out a deal for me to take the Kove home that day. This included a hook up for a bunch of accessories.  They helped me load up the new bike, helmet, and oil change kit into my truck.  I left the dealership with less money in my pocket, but as the proud owner of a Chinese motorcycle designed to race the Dakar Rally


    What could go wrong?

  • Crisis Emerging

    Crisis Emerging

    In the days of AI generated web content for people scrambling to generate a buck online I am going to embrace my retro tendencies and start a good old fashioned blog.  The reason behind my blog is mostly to give me a forum to express my ideas and experiences and hopefully create something interesting or useful to share with the world. 

    The story begins a few weeks ago when I found myself at the local powersports dealership.  I had intended to look at a Kawasaki KLX 300 dual sport dirtbike.  I really didn’t intend to purchase anything but the idea of a motorcycle to commute down the windy road across the Hood River bridge into work then back again had entered my mind again.   A random online article had planted a daydream in my mind that morning and a web search indicated that Hood River Powersports had one in stock which inspired action during my lunch break. 

    You might be able to predict how this story goes.  The very helpful and effective salesman showed me the KLX which was almost exactly what I had expected, but then redirected my attention to the 2024 Kove 450 Rally which he was very motivated to move.  This was not something I would have even entertained before, but after a ride around the parking lot and a discussion of what it might set me back I extricated myself from the dealership and got back to work.  The idea of a rally bike that is somewhere in between a dirt bike and an adventure bike started to work on my psyche.

    The youtube videos I watched probably didn’t help anything either.  Here are the three of the offenders that had influence over my thoughts: 

     

     

     

    That night I floated the idea of getting a motorcycle around the dinner table.  As I expected it floated about as well as a lead balloon.  So if this was something I really was interested in I knew it would generally be met with the head winds of family disapproval.  To illustrate this point the question I got from one of my teenagers was,

    “Dad, are you having a mid-life crisis?”