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M2fast
| | Posted on Sunday, July 15, 2001 - 10:28 pm: | 
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Killer pics and stories!! My heart belongs to those hills and I can't wait to be able to live out there again. Mudslides, hail, cloud seeding... the only thing missing was avalanche control rockets! All those pics at the top of Loveland pass remind me of a time when younger and knowing little of how the universe works, I and a bunch of other fools sat in the snow in the middle of the night to snowboard/ski down in the moonlight.Perhaps it was the mass quantity of Breckenridge IPA, perhaps it was sheer stupidity but our calculations of moonrise were abit askew.
Illuminated by nothing but our dim wits and starshine, we slid and slipped our way to the base of the pass, relatively free of incident where we were picked up a man named Guy from Shreveport, LA in his VW Thing with a pool float where the convertible top used to be. Guy... what a character! Ya'll didn't happen to see a beat up orange Thing driven by a bald southerner looking eerily similar to Patrick Stewart did you?
Anyway, keep the CO pics and stories coming.
Kris |
Blake
| | Posted on Sunday, July 15, 2001 - 10:32 pm: |
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Everyone that reads and enjoys the above recounts of, I hope, the first of a long line of Colorado Buell gatherings might want to consider pitching in by purchasing a patch  or two at the  site  |
Mikej
| | Posted on Monday, July 16, 2001 - 11:18 am: |
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Well, I'm back in Wisconsin, Buell-less, but here. I think I'll post my meandering trip report here since Colorado was the destination.
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Day 1: Got off work around noon Friday June 29th. Rode by my place to pay the rent, then headed west on hwy 16 to Oconomowoc, back roaded it to I-94 due to road construction on 16, then just rode the slab up to Minneapolis. Met up with Brad/BluzM2 and his family, and dropped off
the RKA's (noted in a previous post). Now, have you ever gone on a trip and set aside a special bag to remember to take with something like the Buell nationwide travel map booklet listing all the dealerships sealed up inside the bag. Well, when I got home tonight the bag was right where I left it so I wouldn't forget it. Anyway, Brad printed me out some of the dealership addresses from the Buell site along my route in case I needed any parts.
I took off from there and headed in a somewhat southwesterly direction. I think it was dark when I left his driveway, but it seems like most of my riding lately is in the dark anyway. Somewhere around midnight or so I pulled into a motel in Mankato MN where at least 50-100 Harleys were parked, and where there was a 24-hour restaurant next door. Turns out it was the weekend of the Minnesota State HOG ralley. So, there I was, the only Buell in the lot.
Daily miles for day 1 = 440.
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Day 2, Saturday: Not being in any real hurry on this trip, I packed up the M2 Buell Bagger Barge, checked out of the motel, and wheeled over to the restaurant for breakfast (free breakfast with the room). Around 10 am (like I said, no real hurry ) I mounted up and headed SW and connected with I-90 and started the slab-run across the great prairies. Somewhere around the middle of South Dakota I-90 crosses the Missouri river, so I exited and made my way down to a boat launch to stretch my legs (and take a refreshing pause, so to speak). Up the road from the boat launch there are some big Buffalo statues, so being on "vacation" I parked the M2 in front of them and snapped a few photos. I looked across the street and saw two Buells in a restaurant parking lot, an X1 and a M2. Hmmm, okay, across the street I went, parked next to them and two Harleys, saw they all had Suburban/Thiensville license plate frames on their bikes, so I snapped a photo and wandered into the building to look for "the bikers". Turns out they were just returning from a ride to Jackson Wyoming. We talked for a bit, and then it was time for me to hit I-90 again. Note: I-90 in South Dakota in July can also be referred to as Butterfly Alley as there were literally swarms of butterflies blowing across it all day, nice big colorfull splats.
I got to a gas stop just before the Badlands and pulled out the small weather radio. Tornado watch in effect for Rapid city, so I detoured for a tour thru the Badlands National park and got some use out of my National Park Pass. By the time I got thru there the Tornado watch had lifted so I headed on to Rapid City. Had some rain, but not enough for the rain gear, but just enough to remove the butterfly patches. I called up Dark Ninja in Casper from a payphone to see what his plans were for the next day, then headed up to see Mt. Rushmore just after sunset. Tons of people up there for a Saturday night. No pics, just rode past, saw them, then rode on. Made my way SW and into Custer SD and found a campground just outside of town where I pitched the tent for the night.
Daily miles = 577.
Thought for the day: Anybody who thinks Butterflys are delicate creatures has never been hit in the throat by one at 85-90mph.
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Day 3, Sunday: Woke up to a light misty fog-like weather. Packed up and hit the road around 9:30-10 or so. Rode into Gilette via hwy-16 to Morecraft, then I-90 into town. The I-90 traffic on WY and SD seems to run between 85-95mph, oh well, it works. Grabbed a bite to eat, and checked the map and picked a rough route into Buffalo WY via I-slab-90. As I was gassing up in Buffalo I saw a black M2 and two other bikes pull into another gas station across the street. So I rode over to say hi and ask for local directions. Turns out two of them had left Greenbay WI Saturday, and headed to Minneapolis to connect with the 3rd friend, and were on their way to Portland Oregon. Small world. Anyway, I took off towards hwy-16 which crosses over the Bighorn mountains. Hwy-16 there is a pretty nice bike ride. The three riders (probably early 20's, on a 2-week vacation also, something they'll remember for years to come) caught up with me about half way up the eastern side of the pass, then they shot off ahead around an RV. And I, being in no real hurry, just continued on and enjoyed the ride. Nice views, nice road surface, nice corners , light traffic, nice route. At the bottom of the western side I saw the three bikes out front of the small market where they were quenching their thirsts.
I saw a meandering creek road that diagonalled NW across the landscape and took that instead of continuing on to the northerly section of hwy-16. I came across an archaeological site called Medicin Lodge where there were some petroglyphs and rock etchings. I then continued on into Cody WY.
Cody seemed like an interesting sort of a mixed up town. Kind of neat really. It kind of reminded me of a Western Days cowboy place with a dash of Yellowstone and a hint of Disneyland mixed in for the tourists. Anyway it was getting towards sunset, so I gassed up and headed west out of town towards Yellowstone's east entrance. I rode up to the Yellowstone entrance, talked to the lady at the entrance gate for a bit, then headed back towards Cody to set up camp for the night in a state park/campground. Hmmm, need exact change for the camp fee after the park attendant leaves for the night, so back into Cody for change, then back west to the campground/park for the night. Actually a nice park setup. There were hardly any campers there, had my choice of sites, nobody closer than 5 spots away, and a nice river right next to it. Cooked my dinner, took some night time-lapse photos, then hit the sack.
Daily miles: 506.
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Day 4 Monday: got up, cooked breakfast, broke camp, and headed up to Yellowstone. Flashed my park pass, hit the head, and then rode on in. Very light traffic. Today I prety much just headed towards West Yellowstone, stopping along the way to get some pics of Buffalo and Elk, and a shot of Old Faithfull not errupting. I figured everybody has a photo of Old Faithfull blasting away, so I'd just get one of it resting.
On the way from the geysers to West Yellowstone I saw a huge, I mean HUGE, old Buffalo resting on the far side of a river, so I stopped to try and get some pics of him. As I was stopped there a yellow X1 with South Dakota plates rode past with a group of Harleys, I'd seen them the day before in Cody at one point.
Anyway, I figured the old Buf had more patience than me, so I contined on into the town of West Yellowstone, borrowed the facitities at the McDonalds, then headed northward along the Galatin river canyon road. The Galatin river canyon is a nice road, probably not worth going too far out of your way to ride, but nice and mellow. I continued north almost to I-90 again, then detoured thru Bozeman. I then snagged I-90 again and rode that to Missoula. Apart from being a super-slab there are some very nice sections as it winds up thru some canyons and passes with some fun sweepers and crankers (posted at 35mph, but wide enough to play with if your in the mood).
Somewhere along this stretch I saw what looked like a Blue M2 off the side of the freeway on a grassy stretch sitting up on it's kickstand. The rider looked okay, there was a state patrol car and two civilian cars all helping him. Looked like he might have broke down or something, but had plenty of help so I continued on to Missoula.
Now here is where I probably made a mistake. When I pulled into Missoula MT it was getting close to sunset, and my plan was to ride down hwy-12 into Livingston Idaho. Hwy-12 is that 120 mile winding stretch over Lolo pass and winds down the western slopes of the Rockies into Idaho. What the hey I said, gassed up, and hit it. It was great for about the first 30 miles or so, then the sun went down, and the bugs came up. Bugs everywhere. If my visor had had one of those windshield washers with wipers I'd have used them all the rest of the 100 miles of the road. Note: there are few if any services on this roadway, especially at night. Anyway, I picked my way down, saw a few deer, and got down to a couple of small Indian towns on a Reservation that had some motels, but were either closed or full for the night. I pushed on, stopped finally at some reststop someplace for a short buggy rest, then worked my way into Livingston and checked into a motel in a truckstop sometime after midnight. I just wanted a bed and a shower at that point. Hwy 12 would be great in the daylight, and probably going eastward uphill.
Daily miles: 655.
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Day 5, Tuesday, July 3rd: Up, showered, shaved, and on the road, and over the river into Washington. Hwy 12 flat cranks it once you get out of Clarkston a ways as it winds it's way up thru a rolling canyon. A fun but not overly long section or road. Then it meanders across the rolling farm/ranch lands of southeastern Washington. As I got closer to Walla Walla there was some road construction. A nice gal was holding the traffic sign in the hot morning sun, so I lifted my throttle fingers as a "hello" and nodded. She smiled, then did something that later made me think she maybe had a premonition or something, she pointed in a friendly way and mouthed "you be carefull", at which I nodded and moved ahead with the traffic.
I got into Walla Walla and rode around the downtown section some, then headed westward again on hwy-12. Note: when in Walla Walla, always remember they are known for their Walla Walla Sweet onions, and being such there are many open produce trucks moving down the roadways - point being, if you are behind a truck heading down the roadway at 50mph that is carrying a load of onions, expect to get pelted with a flurry of sweet onion skins. I started to imagine my setting up camp in Grizzly Bear country in a few days and decided it might be best to get ahead of the truck and not have everything on the bike smelling like a great big onion stew. This would not be a good thing in bear country.
Anyway, got past there and down to the Columbia river, crossed into Oregon and stopped for gas. There was a guy at the next pump on a Honda Shadow with Texas plates all loaded up on a trip, so we got to talking. He takes one long vacation a year on his bike, last year he went up to the northeastern US and on into Canada. This year he came up thru Utah where he said the temps hit 104°F, and was heading to visit a relative in Seattle, then was heading up into British Columbia and across to Alberta, then was heading south thru the Black Hills and on thru straight south back home to Texas. Next year he is heading way down into Mexico past Mexico City someplace. As he said, and I agree, a bike is the only way to really see this country. He crossed in Washington and I headed west along the Oregon side of the Columbia.
Now, riding thru farmlands during harvest season you really should keep an eye open for what the current harvest is. About an hour away from Portland there was a small town with a fruit stand selling Black Cherries. By emptying the rear small pouch on my tank bag I could fit a 1 pound paper sack of cherries in there. Back on the road again, only this time fishing in the paper bag with gloved hands while riding down the freeway at 65mph, fumbling the cherry into my mouth over the chin piece of the helmet while holding the stem, then tugging off the stem and closing the visor so the sand and debris being kicked up from the Columbia river winds didn't get into my eyes, then once the fruit was chewed and swallowed and all that remained in my mouth was the pit, trying to spit out the pit into the wind at a slight angle without it bouncing back into my chin off the helmet chinpiece. It takes about 6 cherries before one can do 9 out of 10 perfect pit spits at 65mph. If in 5 or 6 years you are riding along that stretch of roadway and see dozens of cherry trees lining the freeway, you will now know where they came from. ewwwww.
Anyway, down along the Columbia, to the 605 Portland bypass, and cross back into Washington where I grabbed a burger, then hit I-5 until just north of Centrailia, and then westward again where I picked up hwy-12 again into Aberdeen. Then off on some backroads to the coast to visit with my mom and some relatives who were there for the 4th of July week. I got to the Pacific ocean beach a bit before sunset.
Daily miles: 518.
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Day 6, Wednesday: Rode up to Hood Canal and back to visit with one of my sisters and my newest nephew of only a few weeks old.
Daily miles: 193.
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Day 7, Thursday: Road from the coast up to Seattle where I was supposed to meet up with a guy from Bellingham and maybe sell him my pricy J.Pechauer P42 pool cue (still got it if anyone wants to part with close to $900, like I said it's pricy). Had a bad number for him so couldn't reach him on his cell phone, so I did a loop up Capital hill, thru the U-District, along part of the boat canal, then across the Evergreen Point Floating Bridge and into Bellevue to meet up with Dave Randall at Eastside H-D/Buell.
Called Dave, then hung around the shop for a bit until he showed up. Met and just talked about "stuff" out front by the coffee/expresso stand. His bike was in for some work being done, so no ride report.
Afterwards I rode down to Renton via the back way out of Bellevue, along part of the western shore of Lake Sammamish, then took the Renton/Issaquah road into the Renton Highlands after a slight detour on May Creek Road. Note: If you are in the area, find May Creek Road, watch for kids and horses, but otherwise a great road to ride along it's entire length. Watch for the tight sneaky stuff, it will keep you alert.
I then popped down across Cedar River, up past Cascade Vista, where I met up with another sister and neice and my neice's boyfriend, and went out to dinner with them. Afterwards I headed back down to the beach on the oceanfront and my mom's cabin just in time for the 4th of July fireworks. The local Indians sell pro-grade skyrockets, so it was quite a show all up and down the beach.
Only problem with fireworks on the beach is that it has been very dry and some of the high-tide and bluff grasses caught fire and started to spread quickly in the ocean winds. Me and my cousin's stepson spent from 10pm to 1am helping put out the fire to keep it from spreading up the hill to the houses along the waterfront, then helping the firecrews drag hoses and put out the remaining blazeups. The fire probably spread a 50' wide swath, up the bank at least 20' in places, and went at least 2-300 yards. At times the flames were up to 5' high. Note: Sidi On-Road Sympatex boots make for fine fire boots, just don't get sprayed by the fire hose.
Daily miles = 332.
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Day 8: Just hung out at the beach collecting sand dollars and helping my mom fix a few things around the place.
Daily miles on the bike: 0.
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Day 9, Saturday: This was planned to be a 300+ mile day, starting with riding up along Hood Canal to get a pic of the newest nephew on the bike, then connect with another sister to look at some puppies, then head up towards Bellingham and try to meet up with the pool cue guy again in the San Juan Islands someplace. But, nope, was not to be. Got rear ended by the red Ford Ranger pickup about 4 miles from the first destination. I posted a crash report a few days ago in the crash report section. How did the road crew lady know to tell me to be carefull several days earlier.
Daily miles on the bike that day: 88.6.
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The rest of Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, and part of Wednesday was spent dealing with the busted up bike, the insurance company (Allstate, not fun), getting my gear back in one location, and moving the bike first off the road, then up closer to Seattle, then finally to Eastside. Eastside H-D/Buell was extreamly helpfull and open to help me in my situation, I'll post a report on them later or tomorrow, fantastic people there.
I finally got a rental car from the insurance company Wednesday afternoon and was finally on the way to Breckenridge. Pretty much just cruise control slab driving, mostly at night, not much to tell. Pulled into Breckenridge at about 1am Thursday night/Friday morning.
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Friday morning everybody had left for rides before I got to the gathering place, so I headed for a drive and some sight seeing. Around lunch time I headed for Idaho Springs and Beau Jo's Pizza. Out front were two Blue Buells, so I walked in and found someone who turned out to be IowaMike, then Brad/BluzM2 walked back in. As we were waiting for our food order a whole crew of other riders all came in as was posted earlier including the reports of the mud slides.
Saturday morning I hung around until most everyone had left for their day's rides, at which point I pointed the rental car towards home and headed down the hill.
I stopped in to visit with Don Casto in Boulder for a bit, then stopped in at Thunder Mountain on the way to Cheyenne Wyoming. I'll have to find someone to post a pic of what I got at Thunder Mountain once I get done "modifying" it. I hope some hard-core Harley-dude don't take offense to what I'm going to do and try to bust me in the nose. Anyway, it should be pretty funny once I get it finished, and based on what Aaron and Don told me about TM, I had to get the base portion from them. Like I said, it should be good when I'm done with it. heh heh heh
In Cheyenne I met up with Jim Barbero and his nice family and had some dinner (thank's again Jim). Jim has a Blast, and they have a whole bunch of other fun vehicles to play with. Nice people.
From Cheyenne I headed north to the Black Hills (saw lots of deer and fox on the roads), went thru Sturgis around 1-2am Saturday night before all the thousands of bikes started showing up this week. Then just slabbed it and cat napped across the prairies where I got back home about 6pm or so.
And as I pulled off the freeway near home, sitting right there in the park-n-ride lot, was a sweet looking red 1995 Signature Series Buell S2 with a for sale sign on it. I'm not a big fan of red bikes, but that one got my attention. The owner is the second owner and said it came from Indiana or someplace down that way. Nice bike, don't know if I'll be able to do anything about it before it sells, but I may try. And with me currently being Buell-less, I thing that S2 was talking to me some. I think he said it was serial numbered in the 930's.
That's my altered (not by choice) road trip report to and from the Colorado gathering. And as everyone else has said, it was a great bunch of people to meet up with up there in the mountains.
Hmmm, it's almost time for the Daylight Donuts $2.65 breakfast special.
MikeJ.
Buell-less in Milwaukee, but not for long.
(Allstate is not going to be happy with me.) |
Blake
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Mike, great recount of your adventure. Did the BBS say something to the effrect that your post was too long? If so, and if you have the full (unaltered) version, I would be happy to post it for you if you can email it to me.
(in my best Forrest Gump)... Got any pic-tures? We like pic-tures. 
Blake |
Ccryder
| | Posted on Monday, July 16, 2001 - 11:57 pm: |
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Just a few more CO Picts:
Mark, Brent, Neil @ Loveland pass brrrrr:
Neil Showing off Stripe'r at Loveland Pass:
The "Boy's" rides:
Here's my best to a speedy recover for Jay. He made it happen.
Neil S. |
Mikej
| | Posted on Tuesday, July 17, 2001 - 12:39 am: |
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Blake,
The length alteration of my ride and report had nothing to do with the BBS, it had everything to do with a particular red Ford pickup that decided to eat my bike. I will post other little snippets of the ride as I recall them and recover from my lack of sleep. The post above reflects less than one third of my planned trip as far as rides, routes, and sites go. But hey, I just might have to save a few pennies, take a short brake between jobs, and finish the ride and report. Let's see, mid October is about as late as one can get away with riding a bike in the Rockies, hmmmm. I do have a few rolls of film exposed, but need to process and then find a digitizer to scan them.
Court, Neil, others,
Great pics. I gotta get me a digital camera. I'm starting to look at the new one that uses the writable CD's for storage media. Gotta get back to the Breck area, but with a bike next time. Never leave a ride unfinished, it will be completed and expanded.
Mike's new bike ride rule: always carry a camera if at all possible. |
Blake
| | Posted on Tuesday, July 17, 2001 - 12:56 am: |
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Mike: I'm still planning the same ride but instead of late August, it now looks like early/mid September in CO with a following stop at Bonneville to witness the Team Elves 2001 LSR obliteration efforts. Would be great to hook up with you there at some point. Same goes for anyone else! And I can pretty much promise, no mudslides! |
Aaron
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I just want to extend a huge THANKS to all the folks who showed their support for Team Elves at the Breckenridge event. You folks helped the team a BUNCH, and it is appreciated. We'll do our best.
AW |
Al_Lighton
| | Posted on Wednesday, July 18, 2001 - 01:47 am: |
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Just made it back from a few miles shy of 3000 to/from Colorado. What an adventure! Will get some pictures and additional details posted later, but for now will just have some verbal highlights.
All the oranizers deserve a big pat on the back, they had it all together and were great hosts. Kim/Cheryle were THE BEST, they bent over backwards for everyone that attended. Cheryle even sacrificed her voice completely for the event! Mucho thanks for Kim's generous use of his shop to fix the many rocker box leaks and other things (like my crashed bike).
I'm perfectly fine from my encounter with gravity, was only going about 10MPH around a steeply banked inwards left corner that was pretty much coated with small slippery ball bearings called Hail. The back end just slid down the incline despite all my attempts to make it swing the other way. But just like when skiing, when the situation is diverging out of control, laying down and skidding to a stop is sometimes the best strategy. I'm not sure my wife's S3 agrees with that, though.
Being aat the bottom of a very high/steep cliff that is starting to liquify and come down has to rank right up there as one of the scariest thing I've ever experienced. The whole experience was very surreal. Lightning crashing all around, some of the heaviest rain I've ever been in, and then 4 chutes of liquid mud, bowling ball sized rocks and branches, sliding down out onto the highway, blocking in cars and trucks all around me as they all tried squeeezing into the far left lane to get around. I lane split up to the last semi to get thru the slide and blasted thru the parted 1+ foot deep mud in the "fast" lane. I almost went down in the goo but made it safely thru. About 15 or 20 cars made it thru after me, and then the rest were all blocked in. I went real slow after that, and after all the cars passed me and disappeared, I was all alone driving along I70 at 40 MPH. Felt like a scene from "The Stand" or something. Wierd.
Modesto Buell ROCKS!! I called them Friday afternoon, told them what parts i needed, they FEDEXED the ones the could and told me where to get the ones they couldn't. Thanks Danny/Deanna!
The four of us from SD (and D V NT, aka Jeff Corrigan, a Boulder native that was heading to CA on a vacation ride) ) continued with the adventure on the way home. On Sunday, the ride to Durango was pretty wet and we got a verbal warning for "aggressive passing" near Silverton. SteveH dropped his S3 in an Arbys parking lot, luckily no crippling damage. Grozzy (on an Aprilia Falco) clearly was on his rear tires last legs on Monday AM, but no open MC shop could be found. We headed across the Utah Canyon lands and discovered in the middle of Glen Canyon that he had some threads showing. No town for 50-60 miles, bald tire, harsh roads, and a bad tire. SteveH suggested that we wrap the tire with the gaffer tape that Jeff brought. We did it, figuring it would get us maybe 5 miles. It got us 50 miles. We actually ended up going over 300 miles from Glen Canyon to Las Vegas on a tape wrapped (several times) tire! Amazing! Steve dropped his S3 on the other side while waiting at a roadblock on route 666, snapped his shifter peg off. He ended up doing the entire ride home to SD without a shifter toe peg.
But we didn't get to Vegas on Monday night, because Jeffs belt snapped near Mesquite, Nevada at 10:30 PM. We got him to a Uhaul on Tuesday to put his bike into to lug it to Vegas for the belt repair, and limped to Vegas ourselves to change Grozzy's and my rear tire. 6 hours later and we were home in SD with no additional incidents
Everyone needs to bike thru Southern Colarado and Utah at least once in their life. AMAZING country there.
It was great to put faces to many of the name I read here and on ATC.
I'm exhausted. More later.
Al |
Blake
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Al: Thanks. I feel like I was there too, sliding on the hail, blasting through the mud, and earily traversing an empty highway.
Blake |
Grozzy
| | Posted on Thursday, July 19, 2001 - 01:34 pm: |
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i rode 400 miles on this ... believe it or not..
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Steveh
| | Posted on Thursday, July 19, 2001 - 09:05 pm: |
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good picture Grozzy! graffers tape never leave home without it! can you post the picture before the graffers tape?? thanks bud! |
Al_Lighton
| | Posted on Friday, July 20, 2001 - 02:26 am: |
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One more thin I wanted to say:
Neil Schwartz offered to take of his fairing spider and headlight bucket of of Striper so that I could get home (he was trailering). A very publice "thanks, that's way cool" to him for that. He doesn't know me from adam other than posts here, I thought that was most generous. A bunch of JB weld on both my headlight bucket and fairing spider got me home without it, but it sure was a nice offer. You should see how he mounted the headlight in Striper with the neat little ball fittings, most cool.
And to MikeJ, who gave me his thermorest hot patch kit for fixing my crash damaged rainsuit since "he had it for 10 years and hasn't needed it yet".
And of couse Aaron for bringing me a soldering iron to fix my chatterbox aux power assy that was DOA.
Buellers are great folk.
Al |
Court
| | Posted on Friday, July 20, 2001 - 06:14 am: |
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>>>He doesn't know me from adam
Isn't that cool? It continues to fascinate me how Buell owners cotton to one another.
The "Commraderie" occurs to various extent as a result of association with various brands, but Buell seem, I say again, to evoke the neatest darn people.
I mean....ever been with a Beemer rider who "hail surfed"?
Glad you are alright and you saw a sight darn few people will EVER seen from the seat of a bike . . . the world, quite literally, caving in on you.
It was GREAT to see you.
Court |
Phil
| | Posted on Sunday, July 22, 2001 - 10:38 am: |
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I am going to post some pictures if I can ever get my head out of you know where and figure this out! |
Phil
| | Posted on Sunday, July 22, 2001 - 10:56 am: |
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Obviously Boy Wonder (that would be me) does not have a clue, I will post later when I am less frustrated. |
S2no1
| | Posted on Sunday, July 22, 2001 - 10:04 pm: |
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Phil,
E-mail them to me in your favorite format. I'm back on line with a new cable modem.
E-mail to s2no1@gwsquared.com
Thanks
Arvel |
Dvnt
| | Posted on Monday, July 23, 2001 - 02:41 pm: |
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Check out the Quick board topic for more on My trip from ride fest with Al, and Grozzy's Tape incident
HERE |
Steveh
| | Posted on Wednesday, July 25, 2001 - 09:18 pm: |
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Jeff glad to see you make it back! you made good time once you ditched us had fun bud! |
S2no1
| | Posted on Monday, July 30, 2001 - 12:19 pm: |
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Hi All,
Posting some pics for Phil.
OOPs, Now Blake that 5 minutes isnt' fair when you get on the phone with a client.
Arvel |
S2no1
| | Posted on Monday, July 30, 2001 - 12:40 pm: |
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Finally posting Phils pictures. Phone is, uhh, well the answering machine will get it.
Aaron Wilson & Team Elves Bike
 Donna, Jay, and Tom the photographer I worry about Jay A LOT
 Five Points Hwy. 50 rest stop enroute to Royal Gorge
 Royal Gorge Bridge as seen from Tram
 The Riders that went to Royal Gorge
 RKYMTNHI Red Mountain Pass. Over
11,000 feet
 Hwy. 141, The feature RKYMTNHI ride
Finally,
Arvel |
Buelliedan
| | Posted on Thursday, August 02, 2001 - 03:19 pm: |
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Phil and Arvel,
Great pics!! By the way, the yeller S3 is not mine. That is owned and ridden by a lovely lady out of Albuquerque named Mabel Chen if I'm not mistaken.
Dan |
Josh
| | Posted on Friday, August 03, 2001 - 05:30 pm: |
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More pics
Loveland pass on the way to Mt Evans:
Up on Mt Evans:
Drying out after Mt Evans:
Enroute to Camp Hale on Saturday
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Iamike
| | Posted on Friday, August 03, 2001 - 10:31 pm: |
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Hey Court -
Are you thinking of a date for this next year? I am trying to schedule vacation for another trip next summer and I remember someone saying something about possibly wanting to change the date. If I can make it work I'd like to bring my son along too. He should have enough riding time in by them that he couls handle the rides.
Mike |
Bartimus
| | Posted on Sunday, August 05, 2001 - 07:58 pm: |
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Bartimus
| | Posted on Sunday, August 05, 2001 - 08:03 pm: |
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here's some more pics of the Silverton crew
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Bluzm2
| | Posted on Wednesday, August 15, 2001 - 12:55 am: |
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Finally got my pics developed, Here's a pic of the Steamboat gang. Anyone who wants a full res version,
drop me a line and I'll email it to you.
Brad |
Bluzm2
| | Posted on Wednesday, August 15, 2001 - 01:00 am: |
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Sorry about that, initial pic was too wide, I couldn't repost in same massage.
Brad |
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