WARPED VIII: An Odyssey – Day One

AKA: Wet, Cold, Buzzed, and Happy as Hell

Day One: Thursday, April 12, 2012

Thursday morning begins with the sky pouring rain like piss out of a boot. Dressed up like the Michelin Man and way over packed, I man up and tear off in the downpour for my first ever motorcycle rally, to my first ever ADV event, on my first real trip on a new bike to meet some FFs for the first time for the ride down. What could possibly go wrong?

Cyath (Mike) and SenorPeligro (Andy), stand up guys that they are, have offered to let this n00b ride along with them to WARPED VIII (That would be the 8th annual Western Adventure Riders Party and Endurance Drinking event for those of you not in the know.) and we are to meet at 9:30 in Livermore at the Panama Red Coffee Co. Forgetting to ask and not knowing if they intend to meet at 9:30 or leave at 9:30, I arrive at 9 AM. The rain pauses just long enough for a dry dismount. I show up just moments after they do and we quaff down a coffee and some breakfast. Then it is off to WARPED!

SenorPeligro (Everyone has a handle on the ADVRider forum) leads the way and we angle out Patterson Pass Road to 120 and then pick up 99 South. Lunch in Tulare at the Black Bear Diner provides me the opportunity to try their Chicken Fried Steak and the massive 4x4x4 inch biscuit. Excellent and too much food is the report. Should have taken a photo of that biscuit.

It rained off and on for the whole trip, but nothing too serious. Looking at the weather report lead to us avoiding any route other than the 178. Luckily we had a dry and spirited trip through the canyon. Just short of camp and with my Contours turned off, SenorPeligro sees a hawk try to remove my Contours from my helmet. I ducked just in time and it missed. Sure wish I had video of that.

We arrived at camp under cloud cover and a brief break in the rain. Gerg (the HDIC of the event – real name Greg), not quite sure what to make of my overloaded Connie, kindly checked us in and DaFool (my friend Mike from Fairfield) pointed the way to the keg (good call on the Blonde Gerg!). And, half a beer later we were sitting up camp. I set up two tents, one for me and one for TheDonPuccio who had been delayed by work until Friday. Yes, the Pete Puccio is scheduled to come down tomorrow on his Harley.

Mike and Andy get set up before puzzling about where to find the keg

Mike (DaFool) was a little incredulous as I dragged out the tent, cot, air mattress, sleeping bag, cooler, chair, tarp, and tarp poles. He quickly recovered and quit giving me grief when the cigars came out. Clearly a man who has his priorities straight.

The rain abated long enough to get a few pictures.

Dragon M getting a lesson in something – probably illegal.

Distant Thunder enjoying a smoke.

JStory playing bartender.

It of course started raining again as soon as I got both tents set up.

Conestogaman and GoinPostal did the favor of bringing tacos and JStory brought the grass-fed organic burgers (and the fully stocked mini-bar). Seriously killer contributions to the event – from the bottom of my stomach, thank you!

Details from here will remain generally vague, but we had a great time around the campfire trying to stay dry, warm, and laughing. Meet a lot of great peeps. Someone started the rumor that the keg was empty which was ingenious since those at our campsite clearly knew how to use the pump and kept drinking till we turned in around 10 PM. Morale of the story is never believe a drunk ADV’er.

Today’s Route: 321 Miles

Lunch with Russ – East Bay to Monterey

Pete on 680

Ever since Pete moved to Sac over 18 months ago, we’ve been threatening to ride down to Monterey and have lunch with Russ, (a friend of ours for, ah let’s see now… No, can’t be almost 20 years! But it is. I don’t feel that old).

I check the weather the day before and see that it’s going to be another sunny, 65 F degree plus day in Northern California and call Pete. Doesn’t take much arm twisting with Pete as usual. Russ is going to be home? Check. So Pete rolls over Saturday night from Sac to get a head start. I’d say we were moderately good boys Satuday night. Could be we just ran out of beer – but we were sacked out by 10:30.

Up at 6:30 and by 7:10 we were wrapping ourselves around some biscuits and gravy. Seriously weird gravy too – my first and last trip to the Buttercup. By 8 it had warmed up to around 47F and we were ready to roll. Well, not before I get set up with my new “rolling camera” get up. Black Rapid camera strap with the camera tucked into the outside pocket of my riding jacket.

Normally I ride the Vulcan with Pete and other cruiser riders, but I wanted to take the Connie out to do a shakedown on some of the latest farkles.

We pretty much have the road to ourselves.

Mostly empty highway

680 to Mission to 880 to 17, and then into Santa Cruz for the scheduled coffee stop at Santa Cruz Coffee Roasters. It was over 60F by the time we got here and not expected in Monterey until 11:30 we have a little time to kill planning a ride this summer, drinking our coffee on the sidewalk, and people watching. Interesting bike set up parked right out front. Wonder if I could set up my risers this way? One set for “sport” and a higher set for “touring?”

Apehangers on a bicycle

Still need some work perfecting my “behind the back” shots

Fact is, I need a lot of practice with the new set up. No good pics from Santa Cruz to Monterey. After a nice lunch with Russ we retired across the street to the now closed Quail Lodge for a cigar. The Lodge closed recently in a dispute between the owner and the union. The golf course is still open and someone appears to be feeding the ducks.

We drag out some of the lawn furniture that is stacked up and enjoy our smoke. It was a little errie walking around the resort and not seeing anyone other than a couple of groundskeepers. Pete and Russ enjoying their Cuban blessing.

We are getting ready to wrap up, and another friend calls and tells us he is in Concord and did we want to meet up around 4 PM? Hum, it’s 1:30 now and we want to go home the scenic root, so maybe 4:45? Deal! So we say our goodbye’s to Russ, gas up, and off we go.

We leave out heading Southeast on Carmel Valley Road (Hwy G16) to Greenfield. Nice motorcycle road – not the best kept road, but lots of twisties, only met up with three or four cars on the road and a trio of bikes. Too twisty to fool with the camera for photos, but along the way I felt something crawling on my ear. And then crawling in my ear, so I pulled over in the widest spot I could find in a hurry to get the helmet off before something bit me. Never found what it was, but did get this shot. It was 67F and I was wishing I had taken out my liner before we got home.

 

I’m looking forward to taking this little loop again when there is no one waiting on me at the other end.

Back on 101 I play with the camera set up a little.

Pete at 80MPH

With the “bug stop” and another gas stop, we missed Chad by about 20 minutes, so Pete headed on to Sacramento – after all, tomorrow is a work day.

It was a good day. Sunny, warm, virtually no traffic. Can’t beat it. And we got to see Russ. Not bad for the last weekend in January!

Trip Map: 331 Miles

 

 

 

 

2011 Last Ride of the Year

Looking at the weather yesterday afternoon, I decided that Saturday would be a great day to ride and put a call out for anyone that wanted to join me last minute. Mark Silva was up for it, so we met this morning at the Livermore Starbucks at 7:30 to ride Mines Road.

You have to love the micro-climates here in Northern California. When I left the house it was 45F. It was 38F in Livermore, and by the time we were halfway down Mines it had dropped to 27! (The heated grips came in handy.)

A spirited ride out to the 130 where we stopped at the Crossroads and offered up our traditional burnt offerings in the form of two Graycliffs, reflected on the year, and shared some hopes and goals for 2012.

As typical on this trip, we enjoyed it enough to reverse course on our way back to other obligations. We split up again at Livermore and I took the back way home. Here are a few shots from the route:

 

Looking back over the hills I just climbed near Morgan Territory Regional Reserve…

It was a good way to end 2011! Happy New Year!

My Route: ~125 Miles

 

Concours 14: Can You Feel The Heat?!

Concours 14: Can You Feel The Heat?!

In a word, Yes! And it’s accurate any way you want to relate to it.

I had the good fortune to spend my day with “Connie,” and man, is she hot. Well, at least the 2008 model is. Since I wanted to get a feel for her in several different environments, I set aside a day and mapped out a ride that would include superslab, sweepers, twisties, heavy city traffic, and heavy highway traffic. And given where I live, that is no simple feat: there are just so many options!

Having been a cruiser rider from day one, I wanted to check out my chemistry with Connie to see if there was any potential in this relationship.

I left around 9 AM this morning looping over Kirker Pass Road to CA- 4 with the intention of catching I-680 to I-80. First issue to surface was the size of the grips. These things were not built for my hands. I’ve clearly adapted to the larger, more supple ISO grips on the cruiser. My throttle hand was cramping 5 minutes into the ride, so I stayed on 4 out to Hercules and stopped at California Sports Touring to pick up a Throttle Rocker.

Luckly, CST opens at 9, so $11 and 10 minutes later (had to look around you know), I was out the door and back on the road with my right hand gratefully relieved.

Once on I-80, my attention turned to the bike – or rather the speed of the bike. It just didn’t seem to want to run anything under 85. And, the longer I rode the faster it wanted to go. No doubt about it, this engine is hot. Roll-on was quite impressive in all the upper gears and the faster I went, the more stable Connie felt. I reached my upper limits long before she did.

A friend of mine, Matt Zuckman, once commented after riding my cruiser that he’d “never ridden a couch before.” And despite the relatively upright ergonomics, I was about to decide I was actually riding a sports bike for the first time. I found more pressure on my wrists than expected which leads me to the windshield.

The ’08 Connie has an adjustable windshield and I found that at normal highway speeds (i.e. the speed limit & just above), I preferred to have the windshield at its lowest setting to help release the pressure on my arms. At higher speeds, I found the windshield helpful, but at its highest setting, it did produce quite a lot of chop around my helmet in addition to increasing noise in a noticeable way.

Just past Vacaville, as I jumped off on I-505, I started to feel the heat on the right side and noticed that I was swinging my right knee out to avoid it. This was a major complaint of all the reviewers of the ’08 model and has reportedly been fixed for a couple of years.

A very quick run up to CA-128 left me confident that had I been out with Meehan or Silva I could have at least kept up in the straightaways.

CA-128 is mostly 20 to 40 MPH curves with a few rolling hills in the short runs. It was immediately obvious that I need some track time to take full advantage of this machine. Even with the windshield at its lowest setting, diving into corners tended to put too much pressure on an old injury in my right wrist. I’m thinking a set of risers would be one of the first changes I would make.

By the time I reached the Crossroads store at 128 & 121, the sun was out and with the temp north of 60 it was time to peel off some layers and grab a cold drink.

The next noticeable issue is the stock seat. It never got good reviews, but I can usually last till the first fill-up before I start noticing a seat. Not this one. It started pinging my consciousness at about 100 miles into the ride, which didn’t bode well for the remainder of the day.

A right on Berryessa Knoxville Road, took just past Spanish Flat on Lake Berryessa for a brief stop to stretch.

I have to say, the more I look at that Givi top box, the less I like it on this bike. It just doesn’t match the lines (with or without the saddlebags). It’s a nice enough box and was way more room than I needed for today’s trip, but it just doesn’t look right to me. This one rattled too. I solved it by wedging four paper towels in between the box and the rack, but that’s not a permanent solution.

I took a little longer coming back out to CA-128 as on the way in I was reminded that deer don’t always wait till dusk to cross the road.

The road from here, also known as Sage Canyon Rd, is well paved and has a lot of 15 & 20 MPH curves. A better rider could have done a much better job of justifying Connie, but I managed to enjoy myself nonetheless. And, although Connie weighs in at just under 700 lbs, she never felt heavy or out of control to me. Several reviews credit her with heavy steering and all I could think about is that they must be comparing her to sports bikes and not cruisers.

Just past Lake Hennessey, one has the option of staying on 128 to Rutherford, or turning onto Silverado Trail for the run up Napa Valley. Silverado is the road less traveled, so that was an easy decision. With not a lot of traffic on the road, I got a chance to see how well Connie passes. Wow! Can’t do this on a cruiser.

The way leads past the east side of St. Helena via winding sweepers and picturesque views of vineyards to the Lake County Hwy which drops you into Calistoga. The fuel indicator was low, so I rolled all the way through town to one of the two gas stations on 128.

Getting the bike up on the center stand is not for the light of weight. Unlike the BMW 1150 that has a handle specifically for this exercise, on the Connie, you have to use the passenger grab handle, which doesn’t actually provide much in the way of leverage. Luckily for me, I got it up without a tip-over (apparently one of the most common causes of tip-overs on the forums), but it required all my weight to do so.

I toyed with the idea of lunch in Calistoga, but with one of my favorite restaurants only a half hour and a lovely road away, I rolled her off the stand and a few miles north on 128 turned left onto Petrified Forest Rd.

Take a look at this road on a map and you’ll see why by the time I turned onto Calistoga Rd to drop down into Santa Rosa, my legs were cramping from holding my weight up off my wrists. This bike disguises exercise as riding.

Next stop is lunch at Betty’s Fish & Chips. If you like super thick beer batter on your fish that tastes more like the oil than the fish, this is not your place. They have a unique way of prepping the fish that leaves just the slightest amount of crisp breading on it. It doesn’t come out greasy, you can taste the fish, and they are generous with their portions.

Full, happy, and with a chance for my rear end to forget what setting on that saddle feet like, it was only a spirited romp down CA-12/Bodega Hwy to CA-1 on the coast. Did I mention how well she passes?

I stopped somewhere along Tomales Bay at the same place Billy Bartles and I stopped for a photoshoot of the Triumph last year.

It would be nice to drop all the way down Hwy 1, but the sun is low in the sky this time of year and I needed to be back in the East Bay before 5:30. Suiting back up with the warmer gear and turning east on Marshall-Petaluma Rd, I immediately found a handy use for the special lockbox above the gas tank. When the low sun and heavy foliage turn the road to dusk-like conditions, you can take off your sunglasses and store them without having to pull over.

And as the temps fell I found my right knee back on the bike and welcoming the heat coming off of her.

I wanted to ride in traffic, and I got it. Not only on this road (with few places to pass), but it dumps you out onto Sir Francis Drake Blvd into San Rafael. It would have been quicker to have stayed on Hwy 1. But alas, I got to test Connie in the traffic. She is well balanced and much thinner than the cruiser. It never felt top-heavy or uncontrollable even at slow speeds splitting stopped traffic.

The rest of the trip was highway traffic at rush hour and again Connie shows her colors. Easy passing, plenty of power to get around the cage drivers texting, and a free pass for the HOV lane got me back on time to drop off the bike.

At the end of the day, to say I’m impressed with this bike would be an understatement. It is a fun ride. It’s an ’08, and most reports have the heat on the right side issues as fixed in the newer models. At the same time, the “hot” of it’s performance is still intact. My biggest concern personally is if the standard riser kit, dropping the pegs, and replacing the seat would be enough to make it a comfortable ride for multiple long days. I certainly wouldn’t want to take it out for a 7500 miler without those upgrades.

All in all, she’s got a lot of potential, but the research continues…

Note: For the record of others reading this review I’m just over 6′, 205 lb, and have 34″ inseam.

Today’s Test Route: 274 Miles

 

Day 3: Yosemite National Park to Concord, CA

A little after daylight I hear stirring in camp and roll out to find Silva dressed for a jog. Which, much to my surprise, (I mean I go on these trips to get away from normal), he actually had on the agenda. So while he sweated it out I caught up on some reading and started to pack up.

Evergreen Lodge was about 4 miles up the road and when Mark got back he allowed as how it was open and had a great menu.

Decision made.

We worked our way back out around the boulders (see below) and 4 miles later Mark rebalanced the day’s calorie exchange while I just tilted the scales in the wrong direction.

If you are in the Yosemite area, you owe it to yourself to get over to the Evergreen and check out the menu. Something for everyone and as this was my second time here, the food so far has been consistently great.

With a upcoming trip to NY for business tomorrow on my plate, I reluctantly parted ways with Mark at CA-120 and made a fast two and a half hour trip home.

Mark headed off to the east to run another set of summits and meet up with our mutual friend Doug DeCarlo for a few more days on the road.

Good luck guys, wish I could make the rest of the trip with you. Shiny side up!

Today’s route: 161 Miles

Passes: Altamont Pass & Chinese Camp