In the Beginning

Driving a car, your relationship with the road is like that with a friend. Bumps are softened. On a motorcycle, the relationship is much more intimate, like that with a lover. You feel every small bump and dip.

Me, November 2011

This is the unfolding story of motorcycling and me. While I'd toyed with the idea of riding for several years, I'd never thrown a leg over a motorcycle until I was 51. Then the time seemed right. My youngest kid had finished high school so I considered myself expendable. I'd just spent two years with every waking moment was consumed writing a book. With it completed, I again owned my life and was looking for a new obsession.

My driving force in life has always been pushing myself, taking on new challenges and mastering new skills. I thrive on exploring new places and always prefer to be outside with the wind on me as much as possible. So I gravitated to riding.

As I contemplated this big plunge, I made several assumptions. One was that riding a motorcycle would save money given that gasoline prices had just spiked. A second was that royalties from the book would pay for a motorcycle. But most of all, I assumed that having put in thousands of miles on road racing and mountain bicycles, and manual transmission cars for years, I'd pick up motorcycle riding easily.

These assumptions all turned out to be wrong. What I spent on motorcycling far exceeded any savings from higher gas mileage. I didn't sell enough books to cover the costs. And learning to ride was much, much more difficult than I expected. But it was also much more fulfilling. In life, I've always wanted to be where I'm not. And I'm rushing to get there.

In the few years since I began riding, I've fallen passionately in love with it. The average American motorcyclist rides 1800 miles per year. I did 16,000 my first year, 18,000 the second, and over 20,000 in the third. I've continued to average 15,000 to 16,000 miles per year even when I began writing a weekly column that eats up much of my Sundays. At night I often dream of squiggly lines on a map. Seriously.

When everything is clicking--I'm alone on a winding country road, I've got my "A" game, the music is in a groove--I sometimes forget the motorcycle is there and feel like I'm simply flying. If you don't want to take my word for it, trust Alton Brown.

Luckily, I live close to some fine riding, with twisty roads over mountain ridges, large state forests, miles of farmland (which often requires dodging Amish buggies), charming little towns (each different from all the others), and lots of historic sites. There's always somewhere new to see. (Here's a map of my favorite routes and road food). I particularly like combining riding with photography--one of my other passions.

When I began this blog I was riding a 2010 BMW R1200R. In BMW jargon, this bike was a "hexhead" (named because the engine cylinder covers are hexagonal). So these are the "Hexhead Diaries." I'll update them regularly with stories and pictures. Stay tuned!

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

The Continuing Thrill

The pattern of my life has always been to take on new challenges and seek new skills, pursue them to at least the point of minimal competence, then lose interest.  Motorcycling is different.  After nearly four years and 70,000 miles, I remain as passionate as the beginning.  If I could, I would do nothing but ride.

That said, I rode less in the past winter and passing spring than in the past.  There's a reason.  In early January, I lost my nine year old Golden Retriever to cancer.  This devastated me more than the loss of any of my other dogs, so three days later I bought a five month old Doberman puppy. 

This has been--to put it lightly--an intense experience.  Because I enjoy and feel obligated to spend as much time with him as possible during this crucial part of his life, I've only snuck out an occasional medium length ride on the weekends (and, for me, medium is 150-250 miles).  This means that I'm traveling routes that I've ridden many times.  Hence little blogging or photography.

In June I plan to ride to a conference in Kingston, Ontario, hitting the great roads of north-central Pennsylvania, passing through New York's Finger Lakes region, and crossing the St. Lawrence River by ferry.  Hopefully there will be some photo-worth experiences then.  I'm also toying with trying to reconstitute the full-length-of-the-Blue-Ridge-Parkway that I had to cancel last year, but an invitation to spend a week in Singapore in August will cut into my available vacation time.  Since I took no vacation in 2011, I do have a stockpile, so may pull it off.  At a minimum, I plan on some two or three day rides through Virginia and West Virginia.  So stay tuned.

There is one other thing of note.  In March I retook what the Motorcycle Safety Foundation used to call the Experienced Riders' Course and now calls the Basic Riders' Course 2.  This is a day of coached instruction, including nine skill exercises in a large parking lot.  This is the fourth time I've taken it during my days of riding.  In every course, there are riders with marginal skills who struggle to pass the final test (and sometimes fail) and other, more experienced ones who do it with ease. 

Happily I've moved from the first category to the second.  I didn't get a perfect score like the last time I took it, but I suspect I was close.  Even the daunting exercise euphamistically known as "the box" which requires two super tight U turns in a box about the size of a three car garage, which used to flummox me, is easy now. 

I'll admit, though, that my ease with the course had less to do with innate skill and more to do with my motorcycle--it's signficantly easier to do a fast stop or swerve on a BMW with anti-lock brakes than on the huge, hulking Harleys than most of the other riders in the course used--and the fact that I ride year 'round so didn't have any winter rust to knock off.  Still, after all of my struggle learning to ride, I have to admit that it was wicken fun to snicker at the difficulty some of the other riders in the course were having.  Bad me!

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