Dropping a Ducati

Changing Someone's Riding Plan

Riding Off To A Better Place

Riding Someone Else's Motorcycle
Today I got a chance to ride my buddy's Goldwing. He has a 2009 model year. I only took it around the neighborhood where he lives. But I was really impressed with how well it handled, and how so well balanced it rode.I could do tight turns more easily than I could on my Electra Glide Ultra Classic.I'm so accustomed to riding my Ultra, that riding a Goldwing feels so much different. In fact, anytime I've ridden someone else's motorcycle, it's always so different.Even it's the same motorcycle, it still feels different. Another friend of mine has an Ultra Classic also, and in fact he same the same 2005 model year that I have, and neither of

Rides Stimulate More Rides
I took a ride Sunday with one of the newest members of our riding club, Jack. Actually, he and I rode last Thursday, as well as Saturday.And after the ride, well into the evening, each of us rested in our homes and chatted together on our cell phones."Do you realize we just did 330 miles of riding today?" he asks."Was it 330 miles?" I answered."330 fricken miles!" he says.Jack went on to say how this whole week has been awesome, starting with a short little ride on Thursday, a ride up to Joshua Tree National Monument on Saturday, and a ride out to the Salton Sea on Sunday. I could hear the satisfaction in hi

Riding the Roads Less Traveled
"Where do you want to ride?""I dunno, where do you want to go?""I dunno."Our riding club is rather unconventional in that it doesn't have a leader. We have some founding members who make sure the club is moving in the right direction, but as far as taking care of the day-to-day, week-to-week duties of planning rides, meetings, events, it's up to anybody to step up and make something happen.So Thursday I met up with a fellow member (see yesterday's post about running out of gas) to head out on a weekday ride. We only knew that we're going to meet up at 9:

Besting the Motorcycle Demons
Had a lucky moment this morning at the gas station.As I left home, I knew I needed to put gas in the tank really soon. As I approached the main road, the engine already started sputtering. "Come on!" I said, imploring the bike to just get me a half-mile further to make the gas station.The night before, I left home with "161" reading on my odometer, on my way to the tavern to hang out with some friends. It's about 15 miles from my house to the tavern. So that's 30 miles round trip. I knew I usually get about 200 miles on a full tank of gas. So I knew I didn't have to stop at a gas station that evening.But after leaving the tavern, I went to a friend'

Patience in Buying a Motorcycle
All this year I've been blogging and talking about wanting to buy another motorcycle, and yet still haven't done so.I have my eye on a Yamaha FZ6, or some other similarly equipped and styled standard that I can throw around in the twisties.Another guy in our riding club wants something sportier as well, and he's had his eye on the Triumph Speed Triple.So we've been talking together about it a lot, just like little boys talking about getting a Wii versus an Xbox, and then standing