Monthly Archives: May 2015

2015 Iowa Rally

I have added the Iowa Rally to the calendar. For those not going to the National in Montana, this is the last rally within a days ride until September:( Not much of a ride there; straight, flat interstate or straight flat two lane. Anyway, 3 nights camping, 2 evening meals, and “traditional rally beverage” included.

Event link: http://bmwmcindy.org/blog/event/2015-iowa-rally/?instance_id=7617

Iowa Rally link: http://purestodge.org/rally-information.html

2015 MOA NATIONAL RALLY BILLINGS MT

We are 59 days away from the start of the 43rd annual BMW MOA International Rally.

This year it is being held at the Metrapark  308 6th Ave N Billings, Montana 59101

The dates are 7/23/2015 to 7/25/2015

If you want to show up early there is always volunteers help needed to get the rally set up and started.

The entire rally is put on by volunteers.

So far we have 12 people who have logged in to our web site and sighed on as planning to attend

You must be logged into our website to see the form.

REMEMBER THIS DOES NOT REGIESTER YOU FOR THE RALLY, THAT MUST BE DONE ON THE MOA WEBSITE

https://bmwmoafoundation.webconnex.com/2015billings

When you fill out the form it will ask you if you are camping or staying in a motel, and who is attending you, your wife or kids.

This will provide a tent count for me to get the needed space in the chartered club camping area, along with a head count for club attendance. LAST YEAR WE GOT THE LARGEST CLUB AWARD.

I will get to the rally on Monday or Tuesday and will send out a latitude and longitude for our exact camping location.

If you have any questions feel free to contact me.

Wayne 317-201-4952

 

 

 

 

 

2015 Burkesville Pictures



If you haven’t seen John Flora eat at a four star restaurant, check out this slide show featuring pictures around Burnsville, KY.

Why riding motorcycles with a backpack is a bad idea.

On May 12, 2015  I pulled my wife’s steed out of the garage to make sure it was in good shape for our trip this weekend (European Rider’s Rally).  With general maintenance items checked it was time to leave the stable. I glanced at the clock and realized I, of course, was running a little behind. I should have taken a little time to transfer my laptop and everyday work items into my messenger bag (which fits in Kelly’s f650gs twin side bag with a little coaxing). The backpack does not even come close to fitting in the side cases so I just put it on went on my merry way.

I have always been a little apprehensive about riding with a backpack strapped to my back. In theory if one were to run out of talent on the bike and go down on a tarmac scraping excursion, said backpack has the potential of exacerbating the stunt show (let us go ahead and call this what it is, foreshadowing). Going to work the bike stalled out a few times at stoplights I naturally attributed it to the gas going bad, it’s been sitting all winter. I get to work fine and go about my day. Finally at 1630, (4:30 pm for you non military speaking folk) I jump on my wife’s iron horse to begin the commute home.

No stalling this time, however, the RPMs kept dropping low so I decide to head to the gas station for some fresh fuel. Again nothing spectacular here, I pay without incident, start up the bike and begin the journey home. I turn out of the gas station and start down the road.  There is this fun little turn that I have to make so I prepare the lean.  I look, I press, and “I roll on the throttle”.  When I say “I roll on the throttle,” what I am really saying is the bike threw me to the ground! I think I was doing 40-ish mph. It happened really fast and I hit the ground hard, concrete does not give, period.

I have no idea why the bike went down on me. I think the steed might have seen a snake and threw me off. It was probably a rattler. I honestly do not blame the poor girl, as I share the same fear of snakes. In fact, if you ever want to see a Marine with sheer terror in their eyes bring a snake and place it in front of me. Actually, do not do this, my flight AND fight response will kick in. I’ll flight the living hell out of there when the snake is around, and I cannot be held responsible for what happens (read as fight response will most likely kick in) when I get back.  All you really need to know is, I have this innate ability to sense snakes and I fear them more than anything else in the world. This includes dodging mortar fire, but I digress.

Where were we, oh yes, Kelly’s f650gs saw a snake, or a clown, or heard me make one too many kitchen jokes, and threw me off out of fear/retaliation. While I was sliding in my mesh Kevlar suit, I noticed how blue the sky was, and was thinking to myself,

“Man I’m glad I’m an ATTGATT type of G…”

Audience (in unison)ATTGATT type of what?!

Before I could finish “Guy” I felt a hard tug on my left shoulder, the backpack had hit something and anchored itself. The left strap had a fierce grip on my shoulder, much harder than my mother did when I was goofing off at church. While this slowed my sliding considerably I could feel the pressure building up on my shoulder. As quickly as the whole incident started, it ended. I got up, hit the kill switch on the bike, and had a whole crew of construction guys asking if I was alright. If I was a single lady I would have been flattered, however as a guy my pride was crushed and I was much embarrassed.

Assuring everyone that I was fine I picked the bike up and placed it on the side stand. They kept telling me to sit down, one mentioned I must be in shock, and one pulled out his phone to call 911. The first guy asked me, “How in the hell are you moving?” I told him, “I’m fine; I’m an amateur stunt man.” then I waved my hand like Obi Wan Kenobi and said “He’s fine; there’s no need to get the police involved.” Looking back, they probably thought I had a concussion because of this one instance. After the thousandth reassurance that I was fine, not in shock, no concussion, and completely coherent I grabbed my bag, put it on my shoulders, started the bike and left.

After the adrenaline wore off my shoulder really started hurting and so did my collar bone. The day after the wreck I’m a little sore, no worse off than if a seat belt had been over my shoulder in a car wreck. Thinking back on it if I was going a little faster that bag could have broken my collarbone, separated my shoulder, or even broken some ribs. I have always worn a small camelback without worries but this incident has me wondering if even that is a good idea.

Learn from my mistakes; say no to backpacks while riding.

Let’s do a Positive – Negative Comparison

 


Positive

My gear worked

Wifey asked if I was alright without any mention of the damage done to her bike whatsoever (Keeper!)

Very Little Cosmetic damage to her bike

I learned in a somewhat slow and arguably a slightly controlled environment that a backpack is no bueno (controlled being not highway?)

Negative

I crashed my Wife’s Bike

I crashed my Wife’s Bike

I didn’t crash my bike.. I crashed my Wife’s Bike <sadface>

Shoulder is sore

Kelly’s bike is either really loyal to Kelly or is terrified of snakes and clowns

 

 

I think I’ll stop telling kitchen jokes in earshot just in case

All in all I’m fine. Glad the moto port worked so well. What really happened?  Well I stopped at a gas station so only guess is oil or anti freeze on the tires as I rolled in there.  Other than that, I have no freaking clue.

Corrected: May-June Club meeting update

Dear Clubmembers,

I wanted to pass on a quick heads-up as to the next two meetings to help you plan your summer:  May and June meetings will both be on Sundays.

May 31st hosted by Webb Bernhardt and Cindy Fort

June 21st hosted by Dennis and Barb Shelley

Please see those dates on the appropriate Calendar page to register!

Thanks!

 

Tent Camping

Instead of a hammer I use a pair of vice grips to hammer in my tent stakes and to pull them as well.

The vice grip is really a multiple use tool and a bit lighter than a hammer. They could be used as pliers, a temp handlebar, footpeg, clamp or a camera mount. Infinite uses compared to a hammer.