<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2751648015343204141</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:36:06.176-07:00</updated><category term='fuel efficiency'/><category term='motorcycle clubs'/><category term='motorcycle B.C. Canada'/><category term='vacation safety'/><category term='motorcycle travel'/><category term='border crossing'/><category term='over 50 on motorcycles'/><category term='electric motorcycles'/><category term='travel safety'/><category term='scooters'/><category term='why ride motorcycles'/><category term='motorcycle batteries'/><category term='starting bikes'/><category term='riding alone'/><title type='text'>Riding Iron</title><subtitle type='html'>Not for profit.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridingiron.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2751648015343204141/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridingiron.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Grey Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717174325289260782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Snd7kUvABSI/AAAAAAAAACo/FDI7rqVozoU/S220/DSC0097+(Small).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2751648015343204141.post-6404348179610113463</id><published>2010-01-01T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T18:47:03.230-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starting bikes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motorcycle travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motorcycle batteries'/><title type='text'>Bike Starting Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Sz6nNlZCtjI/AAAAAAAAAIk/OIrLvUyU00E/s1600-h/DSCN7503_edited-1+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421954853217941042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Sz6nNlZCtjI/AAAAAAAAAIk/OIrLvUyU00E/s320/DSCN7503_edited-1+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wanted A Battery.       Dead or Alive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been riding this bike for several years now and I have only one complaint, well two actually but that's for another time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My complaint is the battery, which never seems to last me more than two seasons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the spring of the third year she's toast and I am left with the crumbs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year my mechanic told me to buy a Battery Tender. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Sz6tZ3XyL9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/-IEe_jSWdDQ/s1600-h/DSCN7487_edited-1+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 224px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421961661272698834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Sz6tZ3XyL9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/-IEe_jSWdDQ/s320/DSCN7487_edited-1+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told him I had tried battery chargers before but had nearly burned down the shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He advised me that these little beauties are made specifically for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ATV's&lt;/span&gt;, Motorcycles and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;similar&lt;/span&gt; machines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just hook them up and leave them on all winter. Now that sounds like a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;maintenance&lt;/span&gt; program even I can stick with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much will this little devil set me back? I was pleasantly surprised when I slid a fifty over the counter and he handed me back some change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With my current back condition I couldn't see myself down on the floor trying to install this puppy so I called up a riding buddy to come rescue me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Les had installed one the year earlier on his own bike and said it would take him a mere 15 minutes.   He would have been on time if I had known just where in my garage I had laid my tools.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Sz6vZUJQqwI/AAAAAAAAAI0/SYTfYwa8Elg/s1600-h/DSCN7496_edited-1+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421963850839796482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Sz6vZUJQqwI/AAAAAAAAAI0/SYTfYwa8Elg/s400/DSCN7496_edited-1+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the time we peeled back my bike's dust cover, until we plugged the new device into the outlet was about 30 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;installation&lt;/span&gt; piece is just a small electrical wire. One end splits into two wires, one red the other black these slip onto the two battery terminals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Sz6vZUJQqwI/AAAAAAAAAI0/SYTfYwa8Elg/s1600-h/DSCN7496_edited-1+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other end comes out form under the seat and has a special plug in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;connector&lt;/span&gt;. You plug the actual Tender into the electrical outlet (110v) and the other end into the wire which comes from under the seat. Presto you are charging your battery slow and gentle like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How good is this gadget?  Couldn't tell you yet from personal experience but from friends like Les the reports are very good to fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bonus, I am told the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;connector&lt;/span&gt; that comes from your battery and pops out form under your seat is designed to plug in a heated vest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing I love about motorcycles is as soon as you buy one toy it leads to purchasing another toy, and the giving just keeps rolling along.  That's the fun when you love &lt;strong&gt;Riding Iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Sz6meAHvl4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/4cTY8F7VVic/s1600-h/DSCN7503_edited-1+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Sz6mdzAObvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/bPHvTbuFxq0/s1600-h/DSCN7497_edited-1+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Sz6mdmz_q0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/8EUU9w2vqHk/s1600-h/DSCN7496_edited-1+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Sz6mdNGf1yI/AAAAAAAAAIE/eB8u8oogx_M/s1600-h/DSCN7487_edited-1+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2751648015343204141-6404348179610113463?l=ridingiron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridingiron.blogspot.com/feeds/6404348179610113463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridingiron.blogspot.com/2010/01/bike-starting-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2751648015343204141/posts/default/6404348179610113463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2751648015343204141/posts/default/6404348179610113463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridingiron.blogspot.com/2010/01/bike-starting-blues.html' title='Bike Starting Blues'/><author><name>Grey Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717174325289260782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Snd7kUvABSI/AAAAAAAAACo/FDI7rqVozoU/S220/DSC0097+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Sz6nNlZCtjI/AAAAAAAAAIk/OIrLvUyU00E/s72-c/DSCN7503_edited-1+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2751648015343204141.post-7936131550928341836</id><published>2009-11-08T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:24:46.154-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='electric motorcycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuel efficiency'/><title type='text'>Plug N Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Svdj_bSOhOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/xlZY_DLyzNA/s1600-h/Motorino_LTm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 276px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401896219361314018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Svdj_bSOhOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/xlZY_DLyzNA/s400/Motorino_LTm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think Electric Motorcycles are the wave of the future? Surprise, surprise, the wave has already hit and electric motorcycles are washing up on North American beaches as we speak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not just talking about electric power assisted bikes like the one you see pictured here. Although I have to admit the specs on this baby are pretty impressive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without pedal assist you can get to 20 mph, and travel 20 -25 miles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now a guy can get to the store for a lot of cigarettes on that kind of power and never break a sweat or run our of breath doing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bike weighs a mere 60 lbs but carries a maximum load capacity of 300lbs.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Svdj4WMxaTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/TIhiI5MP8xI/s1600-h/vectrix.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401896097737173298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Svdj4WMxaTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/TIhiI5MP8xI/s400/vectrix.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I am really talking about are bikes like this exciting new Vectrix scooter. This stylish bike hits 80 kph in 3.6 sec and reach a maximum top speed of 100 kph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting to change your thinking? I know I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Police in Bedford Massachusetts are currently testing two new Electric Motorcycles Vehicles (EMV) to patrol the waterfront and downtown areas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent a good day on the Internet and was flabbergasted to discover just how much attention these little electrics have been getting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jay Leno recently did an exposure piece on the new ZERO Motorcycles used for both dirt riding and the recently arrived street legal Zero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to the bikes designer Neal Saiki the new Zero performs equivalent to a 250 cc bike. Top speed about 90 km. It recharges in a regular 110v outlet in under 4 hours. total weight 270 lbs, built to take a beating and costs o.o1 cents per mile to run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/SvdjZr148vI/AAAAAAAAAHY/fTj3ygZVeQw/s1600-h/electric-motorcycle-photo-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401895570970833650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/SvdjZr148vI/AAAAAAAAAHY/fTj3ygZVeQw/s400/electric-motorcycle-photo-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/SvdjtM7fdkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/b-e_x4ulAYw/s1600-h/evDaytona_motorcycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401895906270213698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/SvdjtM7fdkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/b-e_x4ulAYw/s400/evDaytona_motorcycle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These bikes have great styling are made from the latest alloys, and most run on lithium ion batteries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the moment the brand names of electronic bikes are small players in the motorcycle game but the big boys are fast on their heals and closing the gap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KLM has publicly announced they will introduce their first all electric motorcycle in 2010. Not to be outdone Honda and Yamaha have each promised the consumer an all electric model by the same year. Check your calendar, 2010 is just around the corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honda says their bike will be more in the 50cc class, but it's a start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suzuki has also said they will put their prototype hydrogen fuel bike called the Crosscage into production soon, that one I will believe when I see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What won't surprise me is a performance competitive street legal sport bike for under $20,000 within five years? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never happen you say. Well before you bet the farm you had better check out the vidieo footage at &lt;a href="http://www.nedra.com/"&gt;http://www.nedra.com&lt;/a&gt; , the National Electronic Drag Racing Associations official website. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a look at the video of Scotty Pollacheck as he sets a new world record at the Bandimere Speedway. in September, 2008. Scotty blows thorough the quarter mile in 7.64 seconds to reach 169 mph in the falsest 1/4 mile ever reached by an all electric motorcycle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His record was beaten a month later in October with a new speed of 174 mph. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still think a street legal competitive electric sport bike is a thing of the future?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                     All photographs were supplied by manufacturers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/SvdjG-apl5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/mVCvAulc1Dg/s1600-h/center-graphic-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401895249539340178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/SvdjG-apl5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/mVCvAulc1Dg/s400/center-graphic-7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This article is for all you guys who get charge out of                              &lt;strong&gt;Riding Iron&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2751648015343204141-7936131550928341836?l=ridingiron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridingiron.blogspot.com/feeds/7936131550928341836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridingiron.blogspot.com/2009/11/plug-n-play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2751648015343204141/posts/default/7936131550928341836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2751648015343204141/posts/default/7936131550928341836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridingiron.blogspot.com/2009/11/plug-n-play.html' title='Plug N Play'/><author><name>Grey Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717174325289260782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Snd7kUvABSI/AAAAAAAAACo/FDI7rqVozoU/S220/DSC0097+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Svdj_bSOhOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/xlZY_DLyzNA/s72-c/Motorino_LTm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2751648015343204141.post-6579653331621705293</id><published>2009-10-20T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:05:17.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motorcycle B.C. Canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motorcycle travel'/><title type='text'>Ride South Central B.C.  Canada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/St3IN0n6R8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/lryshvFOY7w/s1600-h/bikebc09+042+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394688068449617858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/St3IN0n6R8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/lryshvFOY7w/s400/bikebc09+042+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September is my favorite month for riding. There are few &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;motor-homes&lt;/span&gt; still out clogging the highways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt; Station Wagons are mostly parked in driveways back home as the kids head to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather is usually warm and dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still enough daylight at this time of year in southern Canada to offer a long day of riding, and still have enough time after the bike is parked to enjoy a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;leisurely&lt;/span&gt; dinner, a few beer, and some good fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past September (09) five of us decided to t&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a five day run through some of the most spectacular riding roads to be found anywhere in the N.W. corner of North America. We were four bikes and one of my companions had his daughter with him riding two up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;height&lt;/span&gt; of this adventure begins at a small resort nestled on the eastern side of the Canadian Rockies just west of the town of Rocky &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Mountain&lt;/span&gt; House Alberta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed overnight at the David Thompson Resort an isolated but a favorite summer spot providing full &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;facilities&lt;/span&gt; for campers and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;RVs&lt;/span&gt;. They also have modest but good motel rooms, a pretty decent &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;, a gas bar, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;convenience&lt;/span&gt; store and a gift shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/St8_n4dQsxI/AAAAAAAAAGw/d19VPy0V0cc/s1600-h/bikebc09+038+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395100833015706386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/St8_n4dQsxI/AAAAAAAAAGw/d19VPy0V0cc/s400/bikebc09+038+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived Friday 9/11. This is very late in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; season, they board this resort up for the winter by the 15t&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of September every year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning we started with a hearty breakfast before making our individual &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt; to wear or not to wear long underwear and or to put on an extra sweater before heading out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you first swing your leg over your bike up here in the mountains the air is so crisp and clean it fills your lungs with the promise that this will be one the best riding day of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this regard the massive natural monoliths of the Canadian Rockies never &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappoint&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smooth pavement winds it's way around the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Goliath&lt;/span&gt; mountains and in the morning you are constantly passing through a transition from sunlight to shade and back into the warmth of the sun.  It took about 90 minutes before the sun was high enough to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;consistently&lt;/span&gt; shine on us as we rode through the valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We swung south at the Saskatchewan River Crossing and traversed the southern part of Canada's world famous &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Icefield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Parkway. The view along this historic route is breath taking and we pulled over to take our first full rest stop at a beautiful mountain lodge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat at the picnic bench and sipped a cold drink as we sat taking in the warmth of the morning sun. The place was so beautiful the guys took a stroll down to the waters edge and took a few pictures of the lake and the lacier which feeds it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/St8_H3x3MdI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kEduKoIFBKM/s1600-h/bikebc09+091+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395100283077865938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/St8_H3x3MdI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kEduKoIFBKM/s400/bikebc09+091+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here we continued south on the parkway to where it joins the Trans Canada Highway. We turned right heading for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Revelstoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; B.C. Highway #1 is like an interstate hwy, busy with fast paced traffic and lots of trucks. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Although&lt;/span&gt; I avoid this route as much as possible in this case it is the only realistic way to get to where we needed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Revelstoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a modern active railroad mountain community. Stylish in it's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;architecture&lt;/span&gt;, offering full services, along with many interesting historic sites and museums. It has some excellent &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accommodations&lt;/span&gt; and tastefully decorated places to dine.  This place offers a great night life for the younger crowd of summer hikers and winter skiers. It is a great place to spend a few days but on this occasion we were just passing through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Revelstoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is also the starting point for one of the most sensational bike runs in the mid west section of North America.  Hwy 23 runs south of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Revelstoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; along the west side of Arrow Lake 50 km to Shelter Bay. The road is like a smooth roller coaster as it winds and undulates gently through towering pine groves. An occasional peek through the trees gives you a sneak preview of the beautiful scenery which awaits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Shelter Bay you catch the Ferry across the lake to Galena Bay for another 50km run into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nakusp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. This is a spectacular ride with windy roads, and vista views of clear deep blue waters of Upper Arrow Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No trip is perfect &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and there&lt;/span&gt; is always a little unexpected &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; to be had, ours came as we rode &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt; into the town of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nakusp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.   Just as we descended into the community the first motel came into view and I noticed the No Vacancy sign was on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was rather strange. Sure I would expect a no vacancy sign in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;height&lt;/span&gt; of the summer, but this was September, the off season.  Ahh... they probably just forgot to turn it off. We worked our way towards the downtown and the hotel I always stay at.   As we passed the second motel I saw another no vacancy sign, and I felt a cold draft on the nap of my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We parked at the Leeland Hotel on the water front .  My back was pretty sore form the ride so I stayed on my bike while my buddies went inside to check on availiability of rooms.  The guys spent more than an hour on the phone searching for a room. Nothing, I mean nothing, not in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nakusp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nor any other town within 150 km. The closest they found was 2 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Castlegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The truth is I wasn't up to making another 150 km and I was also very worried about any of us being on the road after dark. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nakusp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and roads south are notoriously stupid for deer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/St8935reO7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/sjkKluSUeN4/s1600-h/P1010128+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395098909198400434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/St8935reO7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/sjkKluSUeN4/s400/P1010128+(Small).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to say the manager/owner of the Leeland Hotel was such a great help in trying to find a room for us. She called everyone in town she could think of to help us out, but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Buddies came out to the parking lot to give me the bad news. Just then a young woman approached us &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; we were preparing to pull out.&lt;br /&gt;At the bequest of the manager of the hotel she informed us that she and her husband were building an apartment in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; basement. It wasn't quite finished, but perhaps we could get by for the one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We followed her up the mountain to her home and couldn't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; our luck.   Rebeca &amp;amp; William Jewell (250 265-8043) are building a small resort especially suited for bikers.  Will is a carpenter and the place was beautiful. They hope to rent the apartment out by the week for those of us who wish to stay and explore the area for a few days, which I promise you is a great idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have worked really hard on the place which will be ready for the 2010 season.  They have prepared a lovely manicured area for tents and small trailers.   Will took an old school bus and converted it into a posh &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;motorhome&lt;/span&gt;. Three of us took the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;motorhome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and let Daryl and his daughter have the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me this was the best night of the trip, sitting around the fire pit, having some dinner and a few drinks. This place backs onto the golf course, and there is a horse &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;riding&lt;/span&gt; stable is just down the road. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Definitely&lt;/span&gt; the place I will stay on my next trip to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nakusp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, though I will book ahead no matter what time of year it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/St9BauXObrI/AAAAAAAAAG4/XODzSxNNSFg/s1600-h/bikebc09+216+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395102805990993586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/St9BauXObrI/AAAAAAAAAG4/XODzSxNNSFg/s400/bikebc09+216+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we rode to New &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Denver&lt;/span&gt; where we stopped for a hearty breakfast at an outdoor cafe. The ride form there over to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kaslo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is is 47 km of sensational switchbacks, not a straight stretch of road to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure the scenery is great but you really have to keep focused on the road so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;although&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it is a great ride the best views come later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive to Balfour is a little more relaxing and you are rewarded with breath taking views of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kootney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ferry ride over to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kootney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Bay gives you a nice hour rest, an opportunity to stretch your legs, take some photos or just relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/St88dFQDVFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/R7OoggSgOc4/s1600-h/bikebc09+167+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395097348936520786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/St88dFQDVFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/R7OoggSgOc4/s400/bikebc09+167+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you get off the ferry it is a short ride up the hill and over to Crawford Bay. This is a small community with one gas station and one motel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite it's diminutive size this is a great place if you like arts and crafts. I always take time to explore the several shops and pick up a few quality gifts for those I had too leave behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a hand woven make up bag for my daughter and a pair of glass blown, hand made ear-rings for my wife. The rest of the guys also dropped some good coin before we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the way south to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Creston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the ride is sensational, gentle, scenic, the kind of experience that makes you promise to return, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;no matter&lt;/span&gt; how many times you have already had the pleasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always enjoy staying in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Creston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but on this trip our respective work schedules really insisted we push on to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cranbrook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We turned left onto Hwy #3, one of my favorite roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic on this highway is a little heavier then the previous days route down along the lakes, but even so it is an easy going and a pleasant ride. This is a historic route with lore about gold panning and lost gold mines. The valley is for the most part wide, offer&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; panoramic views of the mountains all the way to the Alberta border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just into Alberta is the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crowsnest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pass and the famous town of Frank where an avalanche &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;buried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the entire town under huge boulders. All died save one small baby which was found &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_56" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;miraculously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; perched atop a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_57" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_58" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;boulder&lt;/span&gt; in the centre of the slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/St86984xfJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aBK7QSoETps/s1600-h/bikebc09+334+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/St86984xfJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aBK7QSoETps/s1600-h/bikebc09+334+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395095714603826322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/St86984xfJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aBK7QSoETps/s400/bikebc09+334+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When you pass out of the mountains onto the foothills you will be greeted by large windmills and the pleasant community of Pincher Creek.  I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_59" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; you allow yourself three to five days to make this journey, anything less and you are selling yourself short. Of all the routes you can take in this part of the world, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_60" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Revelstoke&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_61" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Creston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; run is made for those of us who love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Riding Iron&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2751648015343204141-6579653331621705293?l=ridingiron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridingiron.blogspot.com/feeds/6579653331621705293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridingiron.blogspot.com/2009/10/ride-south-central-bc-canada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2751648015343204141/posts/default/6579653331621705293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2751648015343204141/posts/default/6579653331621705293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridingiron.blogspot.com/2009/10/ride-south-central-bc-canada.html' title='Ride South Central B.C.  Canada'/><author><name>Grey Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717174325289260782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Snd7kUvABSI/AAAAAAAAACo/FDI7rqVozoU/S220/DSC0097+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/St3IN0n6R8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/lryshvFOY7w/s72-c/bikebc09+042+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2751648015343204141.post-5280726450951039896</id><published>2009-08-12T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T19:51:50.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation safety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel safety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motorcycle travel'/><title type='text'>Thieves Love Tourists</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Stp-FS-bDxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/3x2ObTbQX8M/s1600-h/bikebc09+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393762133187694354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Stp-FS-bDxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/3x2ObTbQX8M/s400/bikebc09+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am not the most savvy traveler but over the years I have been marched to the front gate under armed guard in Spain and threatened with a hand gun during a drive by in California. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last year in Canada I had a high speed street racer pull a knife and slash my tire. Of course I did get pretty far into his face after he nearly ran down a mother pushing a baby stroller through a crosswalk, he blew through at 60 mph in a 30 zone. No doubt the punk deserved the tongue lashing I gave him, still shouting down a drug dealer in a lousy neighbourhood probably wasn't the smartest thing I could have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cons, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;flim&lt;/span&gt; flam artists, pick pockets, slash and grab thieves, the world is full of them. Most of the time they hang out at the local tourists hot spots and wait for you to show up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So when you go on holidays the question is not are you a target, of course you're a target the question is how do you make the bulls eye on your back so small small they can't hit it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travel Documents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Before you head out on the trip of a life time, there are a few things you should do. Photocopy all your credit cards and travel documents including information about health &amp;amp; travel insurance. Leave these copies with a trusted friend who can be easily reached by phone in an emergency. If you are robbed at gun point and left striped naked in the Arizona dessert it will be a big help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Ste-153L-cI/AAAAAAAAAEI/sy10NTLxHmI/s1600-h/IMG00243_edited-1+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 232px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 109px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392988912074095042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Ste-153L-cI/AAAAAAAAAEI/sy10NTLxHmI/s400/IMG00243_edited-1+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Insurance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If you are purchasing health &amp;amp; travel insurance ask the agent what it &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;doesn't cover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Some health insurance coverage plans have a small clause that says "you are not covered if you have been drinking or are intoxicated". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Come on now you're going on vacation, most people like to cut loose a little, this is an unreasonable limitation on the policy, pass it by and purchase from a different carrier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Credit Cards&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"All you need to travel the world is a credit card and a drip dry shirt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Visa among other credit card companies offer a special traveler's card. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-paid so that your limit is under your control. You can take a couple of them each with a different pin number. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When one is used up switch to the other. If the card is stolen you still have the other one. Even if you are forced at knife point to give them a pin number your loss is limited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If someone decides to rob me I want them to go away, and no one likes to go away empty handed. If they get too mad they just might like to extract a little retribution from me the hard way. For this reason I always have a little cash on me in local currency, I make sure the bills are in small denomination so the stack looks like it a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kiss your wallet goodbye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/StfDNR-cBTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/skA0Q-5m-0c/s1600-h/IMG00244+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 271px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392993711730459954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/StfDNR-cBTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/skA0Q-5m-0c/s400/IMG00244+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I keep the cash and a low limit card along with, a couple of phony business cards (with false address) and pictures of someone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; kids in what I call my throw away wallet. This wallet I carry in my front pants pocket. I pull it out to buy coffee, a bite of lunch small stuff while I am on the move. If someone is watching me they will identify this wallet as where I keep my money. Never carry your wallet in a back pocket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I get robbed I give the throw away wallet to them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; without a problem, and the looking scared part comes naturally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My real wallet with my real money, credit cards and valuable personal items is a hideaway travelers wallet, except my passport. The kind of hideaway wallet I prefer passes through my belt then is tucked down my trousers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/StfD0nz79EI/AAAAAAAAAE4/gyQ8CoDN2bM/s1600-h/IMG00245+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 316px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392994387606893634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/StfD0nz79EI/AAAAAAAAAE4/gyQ8CoDN2bM/s400/IMG00245+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can buy one that has it's own waist belt which goes under your pants, they also have a wallet that straps to your leg. There are many too chose form. I like mine because if you slip in a wash room it is easy to get at. In the privacy of a stall I can quickly take out what I need and transfer it to my pocket wallet, besides at my age I usually need to use the washroom anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If you are staying in a better hotel, they may offer to lock up your passport in their safe. This is a good idea, when the option is available. In some countries it is the only way a foreigner can book into a good hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My passport is always keep in a water proof zip lock bag in a special zippered inside pocket of my riding jacket. In hot weather I will keep it in a similar pocket of my light riding vest. Point is, unbless it is locked in the hotel safe it is always with me and I never keep it with the other wallets which are the ones the thieves are after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 419px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392996124504493666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/StfFZuQmDmI/AAAAAAAAAFI/jhyKpz62Ke0/s400/P1010128+(Small).JPG" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Weapons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Do not carry weapons. You are just inviting serious injury or death to yourself. This is not a game for amateurs, leave such things alone. By the way it is illegal to transport Pepper Spray across the US/Canada Border.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like I said leave offensive weapons behind. If you are that concerned about your safety then take a basic self defense course, or attend travelers advisory seminar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/StfEdsZgrOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Qx894SHBQpg/s1600-h/DSCN5262_edited+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 312px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392995093212867810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/StfEdsZgrOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Qx894SHBQpg/s400/DSCN5262_edited+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A few extra precautions when traveling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you wear glasses and need them to drive, take an extra pair, packed so they won't break when you crash. There is nothing worse then waking up in the hospital and you can't see. Well I guess worse would be not waking up but let's not go there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Carry a small flashlight, and a small first aid kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When ever you travel keep your important medicine in two locations. If you accidentally spill your bottle of heart medicine down the bathroom sink you will have to jump through &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of hoops to get enough to get you by before you get home. Remember if you are to cross the US/Canada border you must have the original prescription bottle for all medicines you are transporting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How To Dress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seems silly to say it, but the record shows clearly some people need to hear this advice. Leave the Rolex at home. Fancy and expensive jewelry and designer clothing is advertising to thieves. Put on a pair of riding jeans, an old shirt, faded jacket and blend into the nondescript culture of the middle class. Dress even less affluent in poorer countries. Special caution some jackects have an overall military look too them, avoid thesse no matter how beat up they look. Stay away from wearing army surplus. Authorative style clothing can evoke a response you don't want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cameras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you going to use anything more than a basic point and shoot camera, you may want to pay special attention to you camera gear. Slash and snatch thieves love to target purses and cameras. You can buy special straps lined with high tensile steel wires, but you still have to learn and practice carrying your gear in such a way as to lesson the thieves opportunity to strike. If you are a serious photographer then it is worth your while. For 99% of us a good point and shoot camera that has a short strap and can be hung comfortably around your neck and tucked into a shirt pockect is ideal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If the photos are really important and you are on a big trip. Stop in at a photo kiosk and have your pictures printed to a disk. Store the disc or mail it home so that if your camera is stolen you do not loose all of your pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are You Really At Risk?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All in all personal safety should not be a serious consideration for any riding you do. I will tell you that you can travel worry free in about 90% of all of N. America, 75% of Europe, 85% of Australia and about 95% of New Zealand. Just keep your head up and look around you at the people, and the conditions of where you are, then apply a little common sense mixed with a little careful handling of your valuables and you should get through unscathed emotionally or financially.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/StfIMZX6LmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/d4xbL5rDlZ4/s1600-h/bikebc09+151+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 291px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392999194094612066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/StfIMZX6LmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/d4xbL5rDlZ4/s400/bikebc09+151+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Remember just because there are bad people out there it doesn't mean you have to wear a bulls-eye on your back. So take a few simple precautions then get out enjoy the fresh air, and the sunshine of a thousand different places, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Riding Iron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2751648015343204141-5280726450951039896?l=ridingiron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridingiron.blogspot.com/feeds/5280726450951039896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridingiron.blogspot.com/2009/08/thieves-love-tourists.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2751648015343204141/posts/default/5280726450951039896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2751648015343204141/posts/default/5280726450951039896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridingiron.blogspot.com/2009/08/thieves-love-tourists.html' title='Thieves Love Tourists'/><author><name>Grey Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717174325289260782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Snd7kUvABSI/AAAAAAAAACo/FDI7rqVozoU/S220/DSC0097+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Stp-FS-bDxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/3x2ObTbQX8M/s72-c/bikebc09+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2751648015343204141.post-6792621384778153664</id><published>2009-08-06T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T04:57:27.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motorcycle travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='border crossing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='over 50 on motorcycles'/><title type='text'>Crossing Borders</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pulling in under the overhang porch of Canada Customs was a lot like stepping out of the shower. I was out of the rain but I was still soaking wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A young customs Officer stepped purposefully towards me. My guess is he was in his mid twenties. Six foot tall, walked with confidence and had a natural athletic build. The kind you get from living an active life style rather than spending hours in front of a mirror pumping iron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He had an air of authority about him but from the corners of his mouth I detected just a slight smile which said; "Welcome to Canada" and I knew right then this crossing would be a good one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't say every crossing has been smooth. I remember spending 6 hours in quarantine in Detroit, being detained for four hours in Seattle and my bags have been stripped and searched on a few occasions. Looking back over the years I must confess, I have had few problems crossing the 49th parallel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I would certainly encourage anyone traveling by motorcycle who does not have a criminal record not to hesitate to cross the border in either direction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The riding opportunities are truly spectacular all the way from the Atlantic to the Pacific ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wanted to write an easy to read article on what you could expect and do in preparation for crossing the Canada - USA border. I spent a good deal of time on line confident I should be able to quickly get the information I needed for this article, and to provide a couple of links to government websites providing you with a easy and authoritative source of information to refer too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was shocked to find the information highway regarding border crossing looks like it is under major construction and all I found was detour after detour. Governments on both sides of the border seem uninterested in making our life easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You will find an assortment of private websites offering advice and tips but they seem more interested in attracting you as a tourist then really providing clear easy information on crossing the border. I found one exception, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.necromantic.net/deadparrot/border01.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;www.necromantic.net/deadparrot/border01.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Written mostly for American citizens crossing back and forth but well worth reading for Canadians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Of course if you are patient and diligent you will eventually uncover the information you are looking for but the following guideline I give may save you the trouble. This information is based upon some research and personal experience. That being said please use my comments only as a guideline. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Make sure you double check with the proper government agency any special questions you have regarding crossing the border, including the limits and types of substances you can bring across with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Motorcycle. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Make sure you have all documents pertaining to registration and ownership and that all address match up with your drivers licence. Border Officers do not usually ask to see these documents but if they do they must be squeaky clean. They will enter your licence plate into their data bank while you wait at the border. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Custom Officers are always on the look out for stolen vehicles, and bikes people plan to cross border sell. If any flags appear in their data bank they will check further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you are driving another persons bike make sure you have a written document signed by the owner stating that you have permission to drive the bike, permission to take it across the border and approval has been granted by the insurance company for you operation of the bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Identification.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you are form the USA you have a few options such as a passport, nexus card or and enhanced drivers licence. If you are Canadian citizen you basically have the same options although availability of the latter two is more difficult in Canada. Truth is this whole thing about Western Hemisphere Transport Documents is somewhat of a mess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My advice is get a Passport and leave it at that. Make sure you apply several months in advance for your passport because of the hoops you have to go through take awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transporting Goods&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/SnsX2vkYxgI/AAAAAAAAADY/VKG5U2pj__o/s1600-h/DSC_0004_edited+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366909610191537666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/SnsX2vkYxgI/AAAAAAAAADY/VKG5U2pj__o/s320/DSC_0004_edited+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Check for exact details but as a general guideline this should work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can have 200 cigarettes or 50 cigars or 2 Kilos of tobacco. I suggest you make sure you have 1/2 or less of that amount and you will have no problems and trigger no bells in the mind of the officer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liquor. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I make it a point not to transport liquor across the border, although generally you are allowed a litre of the stuff for your personal pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goods in General&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Other goods vary in both type and quantity depending upon the direction you are headed and your citizenship. Here is a good general guideline. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you are out of the country under 48 hours don't bring anything back. If you are across the border for more than 2 days but less than a week (seven days), don't bring back more than $200 worth of goods. If you are away more than seven days restrict your purchases to less than $400. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To calculate time away do not count the day you entered the country but do include in your count the day you are leaving. For example if you entered on a Wednesday and exited on a Wednesday you would have been away for seven days not eight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crossing Strategy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you get to the border it is all about time. The more of their time you waste the less welcomed you are likely to feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you shopped while you were across the border keep your recites organized and purchases so you can produce them easily upon request.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Keep answers short to the point but friendly and polite. Custom Officials are really strong on polite. A hint of sarcasm may cost you your trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Crossing the border is a privilege not a right. Border Officers have the absolute authority to prevent you from entering their country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Would you let a belligerent sarcastic jerk into your home? That's why the Americans call it Homeland Security.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One other really important tip, don't lie. I know it sounds obvious but it isn't. I once had a young officer who was very smooth but he deliberately tried to trap me into lying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I come from a small town and he started by saying he used to play Junior Hockey and has a good friend who lives in my home town. He mentioned his friends name and the name of his wife and described how everyone knows him because he is the hockey hero of the town. He insisted I must know them. Nope sorry I don't. This went on for well over five minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He was very smooth like a professional actor and it was very tempting to say something like; "Now that you mention it I think I do know them." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wham Bham that would have been the ruin of that trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you have bought an apple or banana for the road don't show up at the border crossing with it. Absolutely do not have any kind of vegetable with you. In the tourist shops you can often get a package of seeds to take home to your favorite gardener, forget it, no seeds. In fact if you have been riding cross country and have weeds caught up in the undercarriage of your bike you may be required to return to the nearest town and wash your bike before being allowed to cross. No I am not kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Medicine and Drugs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Despite what you may have heard about Canada, it is illegal to enter with marijuana or any other illicit drug. If you have prescription medicines you must have the original bottle in which the pharmacy dispensed the meds. If you keep one of those weekly pill reminder containers that's fine so long as you have the original container and a couple of pills in the container to prove which pills belong to that container.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366910271896298546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/SnsYdQnGJDI/AAAAAAAAADg/eOok1j2sFdg/s400/DSCN4589+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Personal Routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I never carry liquor, and I seldom purchase anything when traveling. If I do buy somethings I keep all recites handy stapled to a piece of paper itemized and totaled for quick reference. I place all the the goods in one bag on the top of my saddle bag for quick access. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My theory is the less I have to declare the less likely they are to want to go through my stuff and delay me. On the other hand it is just a theory and doesn't always work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I carry my passport in a see through zip lock bag in my jacket. I never keep it with my wallet of other papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I answer all question with fairly short answers but make sure that even if I am freezing wet, I remain friendly, positive and never complain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For the past twenty years may strategy has for the vast majority of my crossings resulted in a hassle free trip. For the few times I have been inconvenienced at customs it has been a small price to pay for the many trips I have had across the border &lt;strong&gt;Riding Iron.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2751648015343204141-6792621384778153664?l=ridingiron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridingiron.blogspot.com/feeds/6792621384778153664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridingiron.blogspot.com/2009/08/pulling-in-under-overhang-porch-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2751648015343204141/posts/default/6792621384778153664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2751648015343204141/posts/default/6792621384778153664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridingiron.blogspot.com/2009/08/pulling-in-under-overhang-porch-of.html' title='Crossing Borders'/><author><name>Grey Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717174325289260782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Snd7kUvABSI/AAAAAAAAACo/FDI7rqVozoU/S220/DSC0097+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/SnsX2vkYxgI/AAAAAAAAADY/VKG5U2pj__o/s72-c/DSC_0004_edited+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2751648015343204141.post-4567233550630904720</id><published>2009-08-03T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T09:48:41.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why ride motorcycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='over 50 on motorcycles'/><title type='text'>WHy RIde When You're Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/SncNEEFvpyI/AAAAAAAAACI/NWd7hhO12S0/s1600-h/DSCN1701_edited+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365771844503709474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/SncNEEFvpyI/AAAAAAAAACI/NWd7hhO12S0/s400/DSCN1701_edited+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Motorcycles make up less than 1% of the registered vehicles on the road but they make up about 5% &lt;em&gt;(Canadian statistics)&lt;/em&gt; of our fatalities. To really appreciate how dangerous these machines are we must also consider how little we actually ride our bikes during the year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In many northern states and Canada the riding season is about four months of the year. Remove from this the number days you work (unless you are one of the few who bike to work), days of serious rain, family activities, and other responsibilities that keep you off the road. Even in nice weather the bike is often a poor choice if you have to get groceries or pick your mother in law up at the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We put on very few miles on our bikes compared to more traditional forms of travel. Perhaps that's a good thing if you consider the 2004 insurance statistics which claim you are 34 more times likely to be killed riding a motorcycle than traveling in a car, on a mile per mile comparison &lt;em&gt;(U.S.A. statistics).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Younger people get to drive motorcycles and for the most part society looks away mumbling under their breath &lt;em&gt;youth&lt;/em&gt;, and they let it go. Not so for us older riders it is not so easy to escape the wrath of our ever judgmental society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"You're older you should know better; you're acting like an old fool; you're going through manopause"; stop trying to be a kid again." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have heard them all and many more. Somehow people think riding a motorcycle is for the young but not the young at heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I once read a belligerent post on a blog which said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"We have to get these old farts off their motorcycles. I am tired of jumping out at traffic lights to help them pick up their bikes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If you are over 50 and ride you know what I am talking about. If you are over 50 and thinking of buying a bike and starting to ride, you are really in for a tongue lashing from almost everyone you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So how do you answer the question, "Why on earth do you ride a motorcycle?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There are many responses you can chose from. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/SncRIMOahaI/AAAAAAAAACg/24TwMiQl6RU/s1600-h/DSCN1767+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365776313453544866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/SncRIMOahaI/AAAAAAAAACg/24TwMiQl6RU/s320/DSCN1767+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bikes are more fuel efficient and leave a smaller carbon footprint on the enviorment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bikes lessen the congestion of traffic and help reduce pollution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bikes are fun and invigorating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I love to laugh death in the face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am addicted to speed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The choice to ride is yours to make. You should consider the feelings and opinions of those close to you but ultimately it is your choice to ride or not to ride. If you ride then you better have an answer to the question; Why on earth do you ride a motorcycle at your age:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I offer no suggestion but I will tell you the way I handle the question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;First I always acknowledge to my inquisitor it is a fair question and I will try to explain as best I can. Deep down inside I know my answer is about as helpful as trying to explain to a six year old what it feels like to really fall in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;None the less I try my best to explain that for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; riding is a spiritual experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Riding is for me a personal relationship between me and my higher power. Some people immediately respond by telling me; "If I want to find God I should go to church."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I explain; "I tried that and found God wasn't home. I soon discovered that on Sundays he prefers to be out riding with me." If they will listen I go on to explain:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"I understand you like to get into your air conditioned, thermostatically controlled well upholstered car and drive to church to find your God. You enjoy sitting in the comfort and shelter of a nice church with a roof over your head and give thanks and offer your prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I prefer to ride my motorcycle, put my life on the line and spend my time with God on his own terms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A bike doesn't shelter you from the world and let you peak out through a plastic bubble as the unpleasantness of life passes by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Driving is something you do, but riding is something you live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When I ride, I get to play one of God's Greatest games it's called "That's Life". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In this game if it rains you don't get to turn on the windshield wipers instead you get wet. If you are driving past a farmers field when he is mucking out the barn you get to share the experience, no air freshener to hang from the rear view mirror. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When God pours out the sunshine you reveal in the magnificent of it's warmth, you don't roll down the window to adjust the temperature. If you get hot you smile and enjoy it, you don't turn on the air conditioner to make it go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When the sun disappears behind a cloud you feel the drop in temperature on the back of your neck, I never have to look at the digital display on my rear view mirror. I never need to turn on the radio for a weather update, because my eyes are constantly watching the horizon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I understand motorcycles are not the only way a person can live life to the fullest, but I have found they are a good symbol of how people choose to live their everyday life. Perhaps that is why in general I have always found other motorcycle enthusiast are among the nicest, most sincre and fun loving group of people I have ever had the pleasure to hang out with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Simply put; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You can live life, or choose to hide from it, each of us are free to make the choice and a true believer in God respects the choice of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/SncNfYNjoDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CwGi91DuxCQ/s1600-h/DSC_0323_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365772313761652786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/SncNfYNjoDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CwGi91DuxCQ/s400/DSC_0323_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For me the choice is easy: I would rather live life and die, then die with never having lived my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That's the biggest reason why I love Riding Iron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2751648015343204141-4567233550630904720?l=ridingiron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridingiron.blogspot.com/feeds/4567233550630904720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridingiron.blogspot.com/2009/08/motorcycles-make-up-less-than-1-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2751648015343204141/posts/default/4567233550630904720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2751648015343204141/posts/default/4567233550630904720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridingiron.blogspot.com/2009/08/motorcycles-make-up-less-than-1-of.html' title='WHy RIde When You&apos;re Old'/><author><name>Grey Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717174325289260782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Snd7kUvABSI/AAAAAAAAACo/FDI7rqVozoU/S220/DSC0097+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/SncNEEFvpyI/AAAAAAAAACI/NWd7hhO12S0/s72-c/DSCN1701_edited+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2751648015343204141.post-4739588346403777039</id><published>2009-07-30T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T19:12:57.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motorcycle clubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riding alone'/><title type='text'>You Don't Have To Ride Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/SnJMPx8xT3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/hGuOfY-RnlA/s1600-h/DSCN1741_edited+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364433940141657970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 424px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/SnJMPx8xT3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/hGuOfY-RnlA/s200/DSCN1741_edited+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was filling up with gas when he first approached me. He was riding a new Triumph, red shiny, no fade marks on the leather bags and few if any bugs to be seen on the windshield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From under his helmet I was greeted by a gray well trimmed beard framing the full face of an ordinary looking guy. I would guess the needle on his speedometer of life was pointing just past the 50 mark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He told me he lived one town over, loved his bike but had no one to ride with. I felt sorry for him but at this point in my life I can't find enough time to ride with my current list of friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Too suggest we could become riding buddies would turn into a cruel and disappointing lie, so I kept my mouth shut.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Still there was a pang of regret in my heart as I watched him ride off. Life at times is a very lonely road and there have been a few times I have put on many a mile heading down that trail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To the casual observer biking can look like a rather solitary activity but nothing is further from the truth. For 99% of us biking is a very social activity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I like to tell people: "We ride alone but we travel together."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/SnJL2-_umtI/AAAAAAAAABw/1uPtXWJi9fs/s1600-h/DSCN1744_edited+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364433514146994898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/SnJL2-_umtI/AAAAAAAAABw/1uPtXWJi9fs/s200/DSCN1744_edited+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A trip with the guys is a great social adventure. We stop too look in shops, explore the occasional museum, or sit on the porch with a cold soda and chat up a few of the locals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We visit with excitement over breakfast as we map out our day and by the time we settle in for dinner a few hundred miles down the road, there is a lot to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bikes are parked for the night with keys pocketed, we usually put up our boots and relax over a few beer. Even the local bikers tend to haunt the same coffee shops and bars, hanging out together dreaming about hitting the open road. Biking is definitely a social sport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Still there are many guys like my friend on the Triumph. He probably dreamed most of his life of the thrill of owning a motorcycle. He finally goes out and buys one, only to realize he has no one to ride with. He'll spend a season or two going around town from nowhere to nowhere. After this sad experience he will park his bike in the garage and forget about it. Another two years go by and he decides to park it on the front lawn and tape a for sale sign to the windshield. Shoot I knew I should have gotten his phone #, what was I thinking, I would love to own a Triumph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sad truth, there is no reason for him or anyone else needs to ride alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I jumped on the Internet and punched in motorcycle riding clubs plus a (location) and up popped an obscene number of hits. I repeated the process for, Florida, Arizona, California, Washington state and even Alberta Canada. I don't care where you call home there are many fine Motorcycle Clubs (MC) for you to check out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some clubs are fairly specific such as the red Knights and the Widows Sons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Red Knights are a fraternity of people who work or have worked in the area of fire fighting or fire prevention. The club is international in size with members everywhere. They have their own news letter and offer many charity rides and other social events. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redknightsalberta.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.redknightsalberta.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I ride with the Widows Sons also an international organization similar to the Red Knights. Any guy interested is most welcome to check out our fraternity of Ancient Free &amp;amp; Accepted Masons. However you must first become a Free Mason of a recognized Masonic Lodge before you can qualify for riding membership in the Widows Sons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://widowssons.ca/"&gt;http://widowssons.ca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No reason to be discouraged if either of theses two don't suit you. There are hundreds of other clubs many who draw members from a much broader base of riders. One of my favorites is the Retreads MC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Retreads are international, well organized and a very active club. Even in the remote corner of planet earth known as Edmonton Alberta Canada, Retreads offer 5 different locations to meet for coffee on different nights every single week. Not hard to hook up and ride with them, only requirement I know of, you need to be 40 or older. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alberta-retreads.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.alberta-retreads.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Harley Davidson has HOG (Harley Owners Group) a large association which not only offers opportunities to ride, but members qualify for discounts at select hotel and restaurant chains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.harleydavidson.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.harleydavidson.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you are among the small percentage of humans smart enough to abstain from alcohol (for whatever reason) then I suggest you check out the AA Motorcycle Group. I know many guys in the Bill W program and believe me they are among the greatest and most fun guys I have ever had the pleasure of hanging with. Just type in AA motorcycle club in your computer, these guys are every where.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you are so inclined type in the word Christan and your computer may have a melt down from all the hits you'll get. In Jerusalem Jesus rode a donkey but in North America I am sure he would have ridden into town on a bike. Just type in Christan Motorcycle Club, these guys are every where.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are you a lonely female looking for other women to ride with? No problem there are several all women MC's. Check out Free Wheeling (Canada) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freewheeling.ca/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.freewheeling.ca/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; or try Women on Wheels in the USA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.womenonwheels.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.womenonwheels.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Most of the clubs you will find listed keep their own websites. Members keep in touch via bulletin boards and e mails. Your club will organize many rides and social events throughout the year not just during riding season. This is important because in many northern states and Canada the actual riding season is pitifully short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/SnJO1YRJz0I/AAAAAAAAACA/9WBFRy9i9IQ/s1600-h/DSC_0323_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364436785106112322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/SnJO1YRJz0I/AAAAAAAAACA/9WBFRy9i9IQ/s200/DSC_0323_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you want someone to ride with, you have a lot of options to choose from. Just jump on the Internet and type in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;motorcycle clubs followed by your general location.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before you know it you'll be hooked up with many people just like yourself, people who love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                      Riding Iron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2751648015343204141-4739588346403777039?l=ridingiron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridingiron.blogspot.com/feeds/4739588346403777039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridingiron.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-was-filling-up-with-gas-when-he-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2751648015343204141/posts/default/4739588346403777039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2751648015343204141/posts/default/4739588346403777039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridingiron.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-was-filling-up-with-gas-when-he-first.html' title='You Don&apos;t Have To Ride Alone'/><author><name>Grey Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717174325289260782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Snd7kUvABSI/AAAAAAAAACo/FDI7rqVozoU/S220/DSC0097+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/SnJMPx8xT3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/hGuOfY-RnlA/s72-c/DSCN1741_edited+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2751648015343204141.post-218349142684363600</id><published>2009-07-26T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:03:39.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Judge A Man Not By His Leather</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I had the pleasure of taking a short ride this past Saturday and to escort a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;good friend &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/SmyGQylpL8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NEyqUUlvRwM/s1600-h/DSC_0211_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362808879307108290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/SmyGQylpL8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NEyqUUlvRwM/s200/DSC_0211_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and fellow Masonic Brother.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We hooked up at a local restaurant just before noon, both us us were wearing our colors. As is so often the case when we ride with our Widow Sons Masonic leather vests people are hesitant to look at us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am well known in the small town where we met, but even people who have known me for 20 years stayed clear and refused to make eye contact with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Although a Masonic Lodge exists in most communities throughout both Canada and the United States few people take notice because most of the activities of Masons participate in, attract little public attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Of course this is not true of our Masonic brothers of the Shrine. They are very public and their contributions to charity and in particular the Sick Children's Hospital program is well known. Shriners are easy to recognize parading in public wearing their bright colors and uniquely styled Red Fess headdress. Few people realize that all Shriner's are first Masons. Just as all members of the Widow Sons Motorcycle Association are also Masons. As Masons, members of the Widow Sons are committed to both community work and undertaking works of charity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As Jay and I sat In the restaurant I could see from the corner of my eye people whisper as they gave disapproving glances in our direction. These are basically good people but they let their imaginations run wild. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Perhaps imagining bad biker gangs invading their quiet community is their way of creating excitement in their otherwise ordinary lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Reports from close friends tell me the talk around the coffee shop after we rode out was; who are these bad bikers and what is Grey Rider doing associating with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/SmyHGvIeHWI/AAAAAAAAABg/pkBSkbNqKsM/s1600-h/DSCN5641_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362809806092377442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/SmyHGvIeHWI/AAAAAAAAABg/pkBSkbNqKsM/s200/DSCN5641_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I find it strange even shameful how quickly people are to judge others in this world. Here is a picture of my friend Jay. I took this picture of him standing beside his Gold Wing when we took a few minutes to stretch our legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Like so many Masons Jay is an outstanding member of his community and has a reputation for both his generosity and compassion for others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Over the years Jay has committed thousands of hours towards the further development and betterment of his fellow man. This has included extended effort in many areas including serving as an Officer on four fire departments and his contribution to Masonry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;He is a loving husband and a respected member of his community.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;He currently serves as a senior Masonic Officer for his Grand Lodge. On this day we were riding up north to a small community to help them celebrate the 50th anniversary of their Masonic Lodge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/SmyJb9WtG2I/AAAAAAAAABo/KGJyyLwso4E/s1600-h/DSCN5666_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362812369710685026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/SmyJb9WtG2I/AAAAAAAAABo/KGJyyLwso4E/s200/DSCN5666_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jay currently serves as a Senior Officer for the Grand Lodge and his visit was in an official capacity so he had to arrange to have his tuxedo sent on ahead. I was attending merely as a guest so I didn't have to bother with such trappings and in fact I was the only one in attendance not dressed in a suit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The rest of the Masonic brothers in attendance, about 8O of them, were not offended by my more casual appearance to this very special occasion. They accepted my casual manner because accepting rather than judging is the the Masonic way. Masons believe we should all judge others by their conduct and not by what they wear or where they are from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wish everyone in this world would learn to live their lives with this sense of acceptance. We as a society must realize that not only can we not judge a book by it's cover, we also can not judge a man by his leathers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If my good friend Jay has any fault at all it might just be that he loves Riding Iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2751648015343204141-218349142684363600?l=ridingiron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridingiron.blogspot.com/feeds/218349142684363600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridingiron.blogspot.com/2009/07/judge-man-not-by-his-leather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2751648015343204141/posts/default/218349142684363600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2751648015343204141/posts/default/218349142684363600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridingiron.blogspot.com/2009/07/judge-man-not-by-his-leather.html' title='Judge A Man Not By His Leather'/><author><name>Grey Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717174325289260782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Snd7kUvABSI/AAAAAAAAACo/FDI7rqVozoU/S220/DSC0097+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/SmyGQylpL8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NEyqUUlvRwM/s72-c/DSC_0211_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2751648015343204141.post-5191079113522236188</id><published>2009-07-23T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T19:06:59.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Smply2JgNDI/AAAAAAAAABI/ENWsBkPGG4M/s1600-h/DSC0143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362210230541235250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Smply2JgNDI/AAAAAAAAABI/ENWsBkPGG4M/s320/DSC0143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am currently investigating how to reduce the size of photo files before I upload them to my blog. This is most important to achieve as I intend to make photos a prime aspect of this site. Large files slow down the transfer rate and make viewing the site a slower more tedious process for most viewers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All photos are copyright protected from commercial use but viewers are welcomed to copy and forward pictures posted on my blog to other persons as part of their personal communications. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again the smaller size of the photo file will greatly facilitate the transfer of these photos making life a little easier for all concerned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are visiting this particular posting you can tell by the size of the current photo file I have not yet achieved my goal of producing smaller more manageable jpg files (sorry). My IT advisor will be meeting with me next week to get this sorted out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for other progress concerning the site. I have started to contact interested parties who may wish to contribute stories to the Riding Iron blog in the upcoming year. Response has been positive to date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have also identified a dozen topics for which I believe articles need to be written. Although the blog will be slanted towards the specific needs of the older rider we intend to make sure there will be lots of interest to viewers of all ages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want it said: "Anyone who likes to travel via a motorcycle, be it around the country or just to work each day, will benefit by Riding Iron."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2751648015343204141-5191079113522236188?l=ridingiron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridingiron.blogspot.com/feeds/5191079113522236188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridingiron.blogspot.com/2009/07/progress-report.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2751648015343204141/posts/default/5191079113522236188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2751648015343204141/posts/default/5191079113522236188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridingiron.blogspot.com/2009/07/progress-report.html' title='Progress Report'/><author><name>Grey Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717174325289260782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Snd7kUvABSI/AAAAAAAAACo/FDI7rqVozoU/S220/DSC0097+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Smply2JgNDI/AAAAAAAAABI/ENWsBkPGG4M/s72-c/DSC0143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2751648015343204141.post-8505909429058645230</id><published>2009-07-19T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T19:09:19.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding Iron</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/SmNAKP7XSqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M1yvvSy4RXk/s1600-h/DSC0146_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360198526319413922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/SmNAKP7XSqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M1yvvSy4RXk/s320/DSC0146_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love Motorcycles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a test Blog, being worked on in the fall of 2009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hopefully up and running in the new year of 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Riding Iron&lt;/strong&gt; blog is being developed for anyone and everyone interested in riding motorcycles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;All visitors are welcomed but some are more welcomed than others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;During the past decade there has been a tremendous surge in the number of riders over the age of 50. There are many fine motorcycle web sites but I have found non truly dedicated to the grey haired geriatric riders of today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Our desire to ride is founded on our common love of motorcycles but our riding problems and challenges are unique. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This site is being developed as a not for profit public forum focused towards meeting the needs of the seasoned rider. I suspect most of the regulars to this blog will be men and women who have been riding motorcycles the best, if not the better part of their lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;People who find the status quo recipe for life lacking. Men and Women who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; are still looking for a shot of adrenalin when they get up in the morning. Older people who know they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;suffer from an chronic iron deficiency. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;These are the people who Ride Iron not just because they want to, but because they need to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2751648015343204141-8505909429058645230?l=ridingiron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridingiron.blogspot.com/feeds/8505909429058645230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridingiron.blogspot.com/2009/07/riding-iron.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2751648015343204141/posts/default/8505909429058645230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2751648015343204141/posts/default/8505909429058645230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridingiron.blogspot.com/2009/07/riding-iron.html' title='Riding Iron'/><author><name>Grey Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15717174325289260782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/Snd7kUvABSI/AAAAAAAAACo/FDI7rqVozoU/S220/DSC0097+(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78pzVMd6biY/SmNAKP7XSqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M1yvvSy4RXk/s72-c/DSC0146_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
