John Rogers

About a week ago, I decided I wanted to write about my friend Barbara and her son, John, who was lost in a motorcycle accident one year ago. When I asked her for a picture, she sent it along with a story that says far more about him than I ever could.

John and his mum, Barbara--Mason City, Iowa

" There are so many photos…Robyn actually took this photo (with the camera I lost in the fire) when John surprised me by visiting me in Iowa. Robyn had accompanied me to Mason City so I could look after my mother (who’s in a nursing home there with Alzheimer’s). John was in Fairmont, MN, on business, and he phoned to say that he finished early and would drive down (about an hour or so) to visit my mother and have dinner with us, as he wasn’t flying out until the next day. We went to the Northwestern Steak House, which was my dad’s favorite place to get steak (and soon became John’s after he ate there after my dad’s funeral in 2006), and had a great visit. John went to Fairmont several times, and whenever he finished early, he would always go down to Mason City to see my mother, even when I wasn’t in town. She didn’t know who the hell he was, but she was pretty pumped that such a handsome young man had come to visit her.

"After I moved to Australia, he took to calling me “Mummy.” So whenever he phoned, he’d either say “Hello, Mummy!” or “’Bye, Mummy!” I miss that. His brother, Jeremy, is a rougher version of John – swears when he feels like it... People just love them; they can’t help it."

John "Hippie" Rogers June 30, 1976-December 15, 2011

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Off-Road Love

I mentioned in my last post that I'm addicted to dirt roads and trails now. As of last May, I had ridden two dirt roads, neither of which were longer than nine miles. Our first day on the road to Alaska put us on more than 30 miles of dirt and gravel road. We also rode the Top of the World Highway from Dawson City, YT, CA to Chicken, AK and the Dalton Highway which was miles and miles of dirt and gravel. The Dalton is an up-and-back road, and on the way south, there was a lot of rain and a lot of mud.

At the end of The Dalton Highway, after a day of rain and mud. It took two hours to get that bike even resembling clean.

A couple of weeks after returning from Alaska, Ian, Josh and I headed out for the day. We attempted to ride to the top of Mt. Evans that day but there was a huge bicycle tour happening, and we couldn't do it. So, we rode over Guanella Pass then back north on 285 to Bailey. At Bailey we turned off and headed to Lake Wellington. A couple miles in on that road, it turns to dirt. Unbeknownst to me, the guys headed for a spot near the lake where they knew there was a water crossing.

This was a first for me, and after watching Josh plow through, Ian sure was surprised to nearly run me over as I pulled up and stopped before heading in. He asked if I wanted him to go first and I said sure. I followed and once we got around a bend, they stopped and said we had to turn around and go back through because that was the only way out. They went that way just to put me through a water crossing. Awwww...if that's not love, I just don't know what is. Ian and I went through side by side the next time, and he wound up with a face full of muddy water after forgetting to put his visor down. That'll teach ya!

This may be my favorite thing to do!

A few weeks later, I headed south to Silverton, CO and joined a group of two hundred or so people for the Rocky Mountain Adventure Riders 2012 Rendezvous. I couldn't find anyone to go with me, so I loaded my camping gear and set off. The description of the event said rides for every riding level; mountain passes via pavement, dirt and trails. I thought it might be nice to do a little more dirt road riding, and this sounded promising.

Getting ready for the first day of riding--those low clouds cleared for a beautiful day. Silverton, CO.

The campground which served as base camp for the Rendezvous. I didn't camp here, though. I had a better spot scoped out.

I had no idea what I was getting into.

The first day's ride I joined was called the Big Bike Easy Ride. That sounded right--I had a big bike and I wanted easy. We rode nine and a half hours that day over terrain I had never seen. Down in the southwest corner of the state are the beautiful San Juan Mountains. It used to be a huge mining area, and there are tons of jeep trails and single track in an amazing, beautiful setting. I dropped my bike a couple times that day, but so did more than half of our group of sixteen riders. Each rider helped every other rider when they needed it, and though it was tough it was a lot of fun. That was it, I was hooked. That day we started with Corkscrew Gulch, Hurricane Pass, California Gulch and Cinnamon Pass. After lunch in Lake City, we rode the Blue Mesa Cutoff and some forest service roads that got us to Owl Creek Pass and 35 miles of asphalt back to Silverton.

Our group as we started out that first day. We finished with all riders!

They are staring off at a little road they headed for. I watched some other riders go up there and thought, "Oh hell no!"

At Animas Forks with Steve and Kimberly. For those who can't remember properly, I did NOT drop my bike here!

Part of Cinnamon Pass. My friend Ian was standing here when I rode down, and I remember being so happy someone I knew saw me ride any portion of that!

Charlie, me, and Dan on the shelf road. This was the easy part of the ride, and what I had thought the ride would be like!

Owl Creek Pass--the last pass of the day. I was pretty freakin' tired by this point.

 

 

At the top of Cinnamon Pass. That's Terry doing the rabbit ears--dude, you're so classy! Miss you!

The next day, I joined a smaller group of about eleven riders. We rode some asphalt and the Last Dollar Highway into Telluride. Out of Telluride we rode Ophir Pass back to Silverton. I did great until I got bounced around a bit, about a quarter of the way up Ophir, and I rode my bike right into the mountain. (This was better than the alternative which was straight over a huge drop off!) This is about the time that it occurred to me that knobby tires would have been a better choice than 90/10 street tires with 10,000 miles on. I did finish the ride though, with only six others. We lost four along the way.

Joel on Last Dollar Highway. .

Most of the way up Ophir Pass. I was happy to get that far--see the smile!

At the top of Ophir Pass. Heading down the backside towards Silverton was a piece of cake compared to going up the other side!

I got to meet some really great people that weekend, camped in a gorgeous and free spot, and had great food and beer. Silverton was a cute little town, and though I didn't try the brewery, on a recommendation I did try the rum distillery. Yum!

John, Al, and Jack--my new friends from Chicago and New York.

THIS is where I camped. It was gorgeous, and I'll be heading back here for next year's rendezvous. Check out that full moon!

 

I camped at the top of Cinnamon Pass for a week after the Rendezvous, restoring an historic cabin. This is Sudsy. He kept getting into our dish washing bucket and would dog-paddle until we rescued him.

 

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Four Day Weekend!

Putting Christmas shows onstage typically means I have to work the day after Thanksgiving. This year, in order to bring you all Irving Berlin's White Christmas, I didn't get the four day weekend most of the production shops did. But to make up for it, I got one this weekend. As I have absolutely no desire to participate in the Black Friday madness that occurs each year, I am more than happy to wait for another time when I can get out and about while most other people are working. Most years at this time, I could head up to the mountains for the weekend to snowboard or ski. This year has seen temps in the mid 60s for most of November, and now into December also. So, rather than buying a new deck and paying for a lift ticket, I hopped on The Ice Queen and headed to the mountains via asphalt. At 67 mpg, this is a relatively inexpensive way to spend the day in the mountains!

THURSDAY

I took off through Golden, but immediately turned onto 119 and headed through Blackhawk. On the weekends, this road is clogged with car- and busloads of people heading out to the small gaming town. But on a Thursday morning, it's a nice swift, twisty ride. I rode out to Nederland, where I stopped at my usual haunt, the Blue Moon Cafe. It has been around for a number of years, but was purchased about three years ago by a German man who ran out to chat with me about my bike. He used to have an 1150GS, and it's pretty clear he misses riding.

Stopped for a few minutes right off the Peak to Peak Highway.

Waving as I pulled out of the parking lot, I continued on the Peak to Peak. This time, when I got to Hwy. 7, I turned left towards Estes Park. It has been more than a year since I was last there. July 4th weekend, last year, I rode Trail Ridge Road through Rocky Mountain National Park from Grand Lake to Estes Park. The road was stupid crowded, and they had to cut through feet of snow to get the road open that weekend. This year, the nearby Fern Lake fire is evidence of the still dry conditions.

 

At The Stanley Hotel. Hell no I didn't go in. If you don't know, Stephen King stayed here and it inspired The Shining--the sole reason identical twin girls creep me out!

I made a quick stop at The Stanley Hotel and rode through town, deciding to keep heading on. I had gotten a later start than originally planned, so I needed to move it if I wanted to do the rest of the ride I had planned, and make it home before dark and before deer came out after me. There are several routes into and out of Estes Park, and I took Big Thompson Road (Hwy 34) which follows the Big Thompson River east to Loveland. It's a nice road through some beautiful scenery, but beware! If you wind up behind a jerk in a white pickup towing an empty trailer who refuses to use the slow vehicle turnouts, it is several miles before there is an opportunity to pass! Once I got around said jerk, the ride was great--twisty road through a tall rock canyon.

At the east end of the canyon is a sign saying Carter Lake to the right. I took that and headed south. I wasn't really sure where I would get to, but how lost could I get if I kept the mountains off my right shoulder and kept going. Eventually I would hit something I knew, and that was 75th St which goes through the west side of Longmont, jogs to 73rd, and spits you out onto Diagonal Highway at Niwot. I rode through Boulder and picked up 93, successfully making it home before dark and avoiding wildlife.

FRIDAY

Friday was maintenance day. I decided it was time I learned to change my own oil. How difficult can it be? I have the repair manual on the iPad, and I know how to read AND follow directions. I wouldn't even write about this, but for those of you who do your own oil changes, I feel like you should understand what a pain in the ass it is to change the oil and filter on a F650GS. It takes twenty minutes to assemble all the crap you need just to do it--which includes time to root through the garbage and find an empty toilet paper tube. What's that? You don't need and empty toilet paper tube to change your oil?? Well, I do--you clearly don't ride a bike like mine. To be honest, dealers actually have an optional part you can buy, but why spend the money when a toilet paper tube will do.

Changing oil requires 3 different Torx, 2 Phillips head screwdrivers, a hex set, and the removal of so much hardware, you think your bike will fall apart. Did I mention the toilet paper tube...?

 

First step, take bike almost completely apart. I'm. Not. Kidding.

 

The front sprocket cover on the other side and the bash plate have to come off also.

Unlike most bikes, my gas tank isn't in front of the seat, it's underneath. The "hump" as I like to call it, (as in my Wolfman "tank bag" is actually a "hump bag") contains the battery, airbox, and oil tank. Yup, way up there. The F650GS has a sump pump in the design, which I'm pretty sure they put in just to make our lives difficult. It means changing the oil and filter requires draining oil from three places, and checking oil levels can only be done after riding about 10 miles.

Draining oil from the tank happens first, then the drain plug, then from the spot where the filter lives.

So, I drained the oil from the upper tank, pulled the drain plug and drained it from beneath the bike, then carefully fitted the toilet paper tube under the filter cover in order to direct the oil away from the bike, rather than over the whole right side of it.

A black cat is useful to have around when changing oil. If any is spilled, you can wipe it off the driveway with the cat, and you never see it (if I had used the big dumb orange cat, it would have stained...)

Once I was done and had the new filter in and the appropriate amount of clean new oil, rather than putting her back together, I decided to install the new USB power port I got. Before leaving for Alaska, I bought a 2.1 Amp TAPP USB power outlet from 3BR Powersports. About halfway through the trip, it failed. When I got back, they were more than happy to replace it immediately, but changed the installation instructions. It was recommended that the TAPP no longer be wired always hot. This defeats the purpose of me having this outlet to charge my phone, iPod, or Sena headset at night when I'm camping. Originally I bought the 2.1 Amp version because it would charge my iPad as well, but now I had to make a choice. Charge all my devices only while riding, or charge all devices except one whether my engine is running or not. The iPad holds a charge long enough to make it to a hotel, so I chose the TAPP Lite. It has a 1 Amp max output which is enough for just about everything, and I wired it right to my battery, using the original mounting bracket I had for the old one.

I got a super fancy thermometer for my birthday last weekend and I would have installed that also, but I'm waiting for one more mounting piece. So, now I could put my bike back together. And wash my hands. I don't mind getting a little dirty, but I'm happy to hit the Gojo at the end of the festivities.

SATURDAY

Motogear Outlet in Arvada has a couple of sales a year. The last one I went to was in April, and I ordered my Olympia AST 2 jacket at that time. I wore that jacket to Alaska, and the rest of the summer anytime I rode out of the city. It's a great jacket, but it is a little heavy and bulky to really be a comfortable summer jacket. At the end of summer I tried on the Olympia Airglide 3 jacket. It's a three season jacket that is perfect for our summers here. It was still a little too pricey at the time to justify buying it at the end of the season, so I held off. Saturday it was on sale and a great deal. I bought it in red!

I am a short girl, but I've got long legs and long arms. Olympia seems to be the only company that makes jackets with sleeves long enough for me. I love their gear!

Leaving Motogear Outlet, we headed northeast to Hudson. A few miles off I-76 is The Wild Animal Sanctuary. I hadn't been there before and was pretty amazed by their facility. It is a 400 acre piece of land housing close to 300 large, carnivores. Lions and tigers and bears, no shit! Also wolves, leopards, servals and a number of smaller animals like the little red fox and the silver fox. (Technically I think he was a tree fox, but his silvery-white coat and little black ears made me think of him as The Silver Fox) This is a privately funded sanctuary which has acquired it's animals from closing circuses, zoos, and a large number of individuals who thought these animals would make great pets. Many of them have suffered a lot of abuse in the past, but in their habitats, which range in size, from 1 acre to upwards of 15 acres, you can see they are living much happier, closer to normal, lives.

Be aware-- if you are on a motorbike, there are 3 Irish Wolfhounds that live just inside the sanctuary who are bigger than my bike and WILL charge you. It was slightly terrifying.

 

This tiger wasn't rolling around on his back, he was sleeping like this--belly to the sky, paws in the air.

This was the vantage point for the sanctuary--about 15 feet above the habitats. Most of the animals paid no attention to the two-leggeds above them, but this guy checked me out and we had a little chat. He says life is good.

 

After spending a couple hours walking around, we got back on the bikes to head home. Not being in a hurry, we took a bunch of country roads, a few miles of some easy dirt and gravel (I'm totally addicted to dirt roads and trails now!) and skirted the edges of cities and towns to get back home. I have only ridden east of Denver once before, and now I remember why. The roads are straight. Straight, straight, straight grid roads. And flat. Not that it isn't worth doing, it just isn't worth doing a lot, unless you don't like to turn.

Somewhere north of Brighton. I loved that Hotel 85 sign--totally classy! I think they might be cash only....

SUNDAY

Not gonna lie, the bike didn't even make it out of the garage. I had shit to do, and a Broncos game to watch. Still, it was a great weekend!




*UPDATE* The mounting part for my new thermometer came in, so I installed it tonight when I got home from work. Now I just need a compass and an altimeter, and I'll be all set. I have found that on long trips I become obsessed with knowing the temp, altitude, and direction in which I am heading. I also want to know the population of all the towns and cities I pass through, but as far as I know, they haven't made an instrument which can tell me that.

 

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I got my girl back!

Of course, now my horn isn't working, so she'll be going back on Tuesday. (Insert scream here!) But, I took her out for a spin this weekend. I hadn't realized how crappy my steering had been. What a difference now. I was given my old steering parts, and they were heavily notched where they should have been smooth, and really worn down. Apparently the bushings in my forks had all of the Teflon worn off as well. All the new work felt great, and I was so happy to head out for a nice long ride.

SATURDAY

It was a gorgeous, amazing, sunny autumn day here on the front range. I set off from home, heading to Golden, and then north on 93. As I drove past the Spyderco Knives Factory, I noticed cars parked everywhere and a sign saying they were having a sale. So...I stopped for an hour and a half to stand in line with about 100 other people. It was well worth the wait, and I picked up a couple of new knives.

Non-reflective blade with Spyderco's serrated edge. Made in Golden, Colorado, USA, Earth. Small, lightweight and perfect for my hand.

I also talked to a number of people about motorbikes and riding. As I got back to my bike, a man came over to talk about BMWs, and give me advice on riding that basically amounted to: Stay upright, try not to hit anything, women always ride 650s, and always think people in cars are out to kill you. Thanks, dude.

I continued up to Boulder, then on to Longmont. As I got to the south side of Longmont, I kept to the west--mountains off my left shoulder, houses and people off my right. I stuck to small, two lane roads, and just let myself get lost in the autumn countryside. It smelled so good--like dried leaves and horses, with a distinct lack of exhaust and city smells.

I hit highway 14 and rode through Poudre Canyon behind a fancy new 1200GS with a couple riding two up. She was wearing the same Olympia AST2 jacket as me and I realized how much more visible I am when I wear my hi-viz. Looking around as I rode, lots of fire damage from this past spring was evident in the hills, but the scenery was still beautiful. Riding east, I stayed ahead of the rain that was coming through the canyon.

I stopped for a bit in a nice little area next to the Cache la Poudre River, and met another motorbiker. Sledge was out on his KLR650, leaving his Triumph Tiger 1200 Adventure at home. He had some great stories to tell about riding in Peru, and he will be leaving on a hard-earned trip around the world sometime in May. He'll be getting a website together for the trip, and once he does, I'll post it here. I guess if I can't go along, I can follow along.

My new friend Sledge, who will be taking four years and riding RTW.

Sledge and I chatted for about an hour, and I realized I needed to get back on the road. It would be getting dark in about an hour, and I really wanted to get close to home before it was completely dark. I drove through Ft Collins and hopped on I-25 to cruise home. The sunset tonight was gorgeous! If I hadn't been hell-bent on flying home, I would have taken pictures of it.

SUNDAY

Getting ready to head out for the day. Look at that beautiful blue sky!

I started the morning out having brunch with my friend Diana. The plan had been to run errands and do laundry, clean the house a bit afterward. But as we sat outside with tea and Eggs Benedict, I decided there was no way I was going to waste my day--it was way too beautiful! Who knows how many more clear days we will get around here on weekends that would allow for a nice long ride. And after not having the bike for four weeks, getting another show put up at work, and laughing hysterically (no really, I needed someone to slap me) at a $30,000 hospital bill the night before, one day of riding hadn't been enough.

I had no plan that morning, but quickly decided I would head through Golden and take Golden Gate Canyon Road out to 119. It's a quick little twisty road that is sort of my go to ride after work when I want a quickie. However, I was paying too much attention to Midge (BMW SUV in front of me on Hwy 93 with a license plate which said MIDGE) and I missed the turn off. So...I kept going. I really hate turning around and backtracking. Instead, I turned west on Hwy 72. This was the road I drove last weekend in the truck, and I figured that after a week of decent temps and no moisture, it should be relatively ice free. I passed a large number of motorbikes coming the opposite direction, so that helped confirm a clear road.

Highway 72 also meets up with 119, and when I got to it I turned right and headed towards Nederland. I stopped there for a few minutes, and I think it may be the windiest town I have ever been in. I don't think I have ever stopped there when the wind wasn't blowing insanely. Frozen Dead Guy Days two years ago was the windiest day I had ever experienced.

Nederland

Out of Nederland I continued on towards Estes Park on the Peak to Peak. It got colder and colder as I gained elevation. When the peaks in Rocky Mountain National Park came into view, I had my heated grips AND my electric gloves on. It was cold but beautiful! I have to send a big thank you to Jim Lautenbach in Wisconsin for sending the heat controller for my Gerbings to me. It makes all the difference in the world compared to the simple on/off switch I used to use with them.

Hello Rocky Mountain National Park! It looks cold there. It was in the low thirties where I was standing to take that picture.

Hey look, no wear bars on my tires!

When I got to the junction with Hwy 7, I turned right going towards Lyons. I rode this route once last spring and loved it. I think that must be my favorite road in CO. My bike was never vertical. The entire road is long sweeping curves running along the St. Vrain River. The canyon was steep and snow and ice filled at the top, but as I lost elevation going into Lyons, the temps warmed considerably, the snow disappeared, and I pulled into the Oscar Blues Brewery in time to watch the first half of the Broncos/Chargers game.

I continued on Hwy 36 to Boulder, turned south on Broadway (which turns back into 93 on the south side of Boulder) and headed home. The wind was gusting pretty strongly, and I had enough time to get home before it got dark, so I slowed down a bit, tucked into my bike and just cruised. This was a good decision as the road was heavily patrolled--speeding home may have meant a ticket that night.

It was a great weekend of riding. Sometimes it might have been nice to have a friend or two to ride with, but it worked out well anyway. I met some nice people and had a good time chatting with new friends. We may not get many more clear riding days this winter, but this weekend's 400+ miles will get me by for a little while.

In case you're wondering, the playlist for the weekend--Corb Lund, The Lumineers, April Smith and the Great Picture Show, Paul Oakenfold, Fun., Flogging Molly, Feist, P!nk, The Avett Brothers, Meat Loaf, Scorpions. It was a good playlist of music to sing along with at the top of my voice inside my helmet!

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I do it cuz I love it!

A couple of weekends ago, I took an ambulance ride to the hospital and spent the night in the ER, radiology, and finally the ICU. This had nothing to do with motorbiking. In fact, my bike was in the shop and I had just been relaxing and kicking back on a Friday evening. It took me a little more than a week to recover the incredible amount of strength I seemed to have lost in one night, but I'm doing really well now.

The reason I am bringing any of this up is due to the conversation I had, before being released from the hospital, with the ICU doctor (who, I feel I need to state, appeared to be all of 24 years old). When talking about things to avoid for a while, I asked if I should avoid riding my motorbike once I got my strength back, if I needed to wait a bit.

The doctor turned to look at me and inform me that I should avoid riding my motorcycle, not for any reasons concerning what brought me to the hospital that weekend, but because he would hate to see me end up in their trauma ward. He said I should see the motorcycle accidents that come in.

The young man then proceeded to lecture me on the dangers of riding a motorcycle, and how if I was going to do it I should always wear a helmet, blah, blah, blah. I write that last bit because I pretty well stopped listening to him. Although I understand that he meant well, I was completely put off by his attitude and his need to tell me how to participate in a sport that he clearly had no experience in.

For the record, I always wear a helmet, and I don't ride with anyone who won't. I pretty typically wear riding specific boots, jackets, and pants that are armored. I try to avoid riding like an asshole, and I ride very defensively. All that said, it is still a dangerous sport, but something that I love, love, love. Unless one has done it, it is almost impossible to understand: I know I didn't until I started seriously riding.

I had a low speed get-off about halfway up that road you see behind me. With all my gear on, all I had to show for it was one bruise on my left hip.

I also like skydiving, but I chose not to bring that up with the doc. After listening to the first lecture, I wasn't interested in anymore. What am I supposed to do? Sit around, kicking back and relaxing, and wait for my blood pressure and heart rate to tank again? Is that safer? Maybe. Will I be happy doing that? Not even remotely.

If you ride, you know how I feel. If you don't, please try to understand. When you meet a new rider, don't tell them about the motorcycle wreck you heard about, or how you think it is crazy or dangerous. In my extremely short time riding, I seem to have heard all of this numerous times. It doesn't make me a better rider, it just makes me cranky. We as riders know there are risks involved. I hope that as someone who knows and loves me, or someone who knows and loves other riders, you will remember that this is what makes us happy and what we consider living.

See that smile! (Waiting about 20 mins for a ferry in the Yukon. My helmet is sitting on my instrument panel in front of me!)

 

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No motorbike for 3 1/2 weeks!

Three weeks ago I pulled my bike out of the garage to go for a ride, and noticed fork oil all over my forks and front wheel. Under advisement from Mike at Supertune (my bike mechanic) I decided to trailer it over rather than riding. This was the third time in 18 months that my fork seals blew, and we knew there was probably more of an issue than the seals alone.

A week before this happened, I sold my little truck. Crap! How am I going to get it to the shop? My awesome neighbor Tim! He parked his truck and trailer in front of my house one night, and the next morning, we loaded her up for the trip to the shop.

No, of course I'm not using my phone to take a picture of my bike while driving...that would be illegal!

Thank you, thank you, thank you Tim Burton for helping me!

So what do I do while I don't have my bike. Well, I solved the issue of not having a pick-up anymore, and purchased something far more suitable to the Colorado experience. It is only three years newer than its predecessor, but it uses all four wheels when I want it to! He's been dubbed The Cos', because he does look just like he is the cousin to Ian McLeod's truck. Of course.

I took the new truck out to try the 4WD in the snowy mountains. I didn't have to go far, and found myself in Golden Gate Canyon State Park. It was lovely up there, and I think I'll be heading out for some camping trips in that area.

 

Good lookin' truck...

...and a happy girl!

It is also hunting season here in Colorado, and the boys have been out, and are going out again. Not that they even got a shot off during first season, but it was decided that some range practice was needed. I decided to accompany the boys, and borrowed a .270 from a friend. It's been ages since I fired a rifle at a range, but after a couple of shots, it all seemed to come right back and I had a blast.

 

My dad will be so proud!

So, although I have been pining for my sweet bike, I've been having a good time here and there without her. She is supposed to be ready on Tuesday...I know I'm ready to get her back, so I'm keeping my fingers crossed. My first ride out on her will feel so good!

 

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