Monday, June 24, 2019

MACH.19 - Saguaro Country Redux

Saguaro Country Redux

SpotWalla Trip Link

Click the link above to load the SpotWalla interactive trip viewer.  When the viewer loads, click the route name in the top menu to configure how many points to display. For most detail, select Adjustments, then "%FILL" ,then "ALL", then Update Map. The map can be zoomed in an out for the desired viewing level. Screen updates will be slower while displaying all points.


I once attempted to leave home for a motorcycle trip with no plans and no destination. It was far too stressful! Planning a trip for me is enjoyable, and I find rewards in executing what I've planned. Yet I try to allow for spontaneous changes that take advantage of unexpected opportunities.

I've used Garmin GPS systems for 20 years; the current Garmin trip planning software is BaseCamp, which I generally use for planning. I'll often lay out a loose plan that spans several days at a time, with undetermined intermediate points to allow flexibility.  If time allows, I may noodle a trip into existence over several months time. This was one of those trips, with two major geographic highlights: the Sonoran desert with its millions of amazing saguaro cacti along the southern US border, and Monument Valley on the border of Arizona and Utah. I'd slowly worked up the scenario during the winter months and coordinated it with our annual ride to MACH (Mississippi Area Crawfish Hunt) the first weekend each May, and working in a few days with our Mississippi family.

My Gold Wing on-board navigation system is made to Honda specs by Garmin, and has a data card that allows me to transfer trips, GPS logs, and waypoints between the bike and the PC. Once loaded to the data card, the GPS system then imports them for use while traveling. Transferring track logs from the GPS is similar but in reverse.  I'm an inveterate GPS junkie and having a real-time map has allowed us to explore roads that I would never have trusted without being able to see the surrounding environment.

My Gold Wing motorcycle features Sirius XM Radio, Weather, and Traffic built into the audio and navigation system.  One of the very coolest features is the ability to overlay the weather radar directly over the GPS route. This has helped us innumerable times in knowing whether we will need rain gear, or whether to wait out a big red splotch, or whether we can keep riding without rain gear. It also has screens with road conditions, wind and flood maps, and National Weather Service alerts. While moving, many of the interactive features are unavailable, but a single multi-function push button on the left handlebar performs a bewildering variety of functions and switching between screens.

Sirius XM Radio as an audio source is splendid because it follows us wherever we go, and there are channels for any musical taste or talk-show aficionado. On this trip, however, we listened to music only during one day, a little country music that seemed especially appropriate for Texas. Somehow being in the desert invites a sense of quietness. Riding together in splendid solitude through the ever-changing desert spectacle just didn't need improvement.  We never talked about it. It was just the way it happened.

We pay close attention to apparel. We ascribe to a concept often called "ATGATT": All The Gear All the Time. Boots, jeans or protective pants, jackets, gloves and helmets.  All the time while riding. Our Cruiserworks riding boots are waterproof, which eliminates the added effort of traveling with rain boots. Our Gold-Wing branded mesh jackets have two-layer liners for cooler weather, and we find we can travel comfortably in temperatures into the 40s with the liner and several layers of sweat shirts. In hot weather, it would seem the jackets would be hot but they are actually cooler than riding with direct sun on your skin, as long as we can keep moving. When we stop in town for red lights on a 90-degree day, then the jackets are hot! We generally travel with two pairs of gloves depending on the expected temperatures; in summer, we wear First Gear Ultra Mesh leather-palmed gloves.

And now, a word about underwear. One of the greatest contributors to a comfortable trip is underwear. Most underwear have seams, which create pressure points where the legs meet the seat; most underwear are cotton, which does a good job absorbing moisture but does nothing to transport the moisture away from the skin; and most underwear have a high coefficient of friction, which contributes to skin irritation. The answer to all this is a fabric and garment design invented by my friend Mario Winkelman, whose seamless products are branded as LD Comfort. These various garments, staples in the Long Distance Riding community, have added many hours to our comfort zone for each day's ride. I carry two pairs, along with several pairs of socks, and wash out a pair by hand every night using baby shampoo.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with mild Type II diabetes, so we've had to be a bit more careful about meal management and timing than in previous years. Typically we try to eat a robust protein-heavy breakfast. Being on the road it's often hard to find great lunch options, but Subway sandwiches often present themselves; nuts are a great snack with an amazing calorie density, and we always travel with some diabetic-friendly snack bars and pre-measured portions of nuts. At day's end, I usually try to find a hotel with a restaurant within walking distance. It takes some planning and perseverance to maintain that standard; and when our trip parameters changed and we had to "wing it" every day for the last week or so, that was very much hit-or-miss, but generally worked out anyway. On this trip, we both lost a little weight by being careful and yet enjoying our mealtimes together.

People often ask how many miles we travel per day, and there's no set answer. I think more about time in the saddle, and mileage is often a coincidental byproduct of the day's plan. However, it is rare that we spend more than one night in the same place. Kitty often says "It's a motorcycle ride - let's ride." However, I'm working on a Nova Scotia trip for the future that I've called "sprint and explore," where we will almost always stay for several nights at the same place and explore that area before moving on. It will be an experiment for us.

On this trip, we were blessed with amazing weather. We had hard rain for one day, riding from Vicksburg to Gulfport MS. One other morning, leaving Van Horn TX, we put on rain gear in case it was needed, but as much for warmth as for any rain. Otherwise, we encountered no rain at all. It was an extremely unsettled weather period across the country; in the places we would soon be, and in the places we had just left, strong weather seemed to pop up all over the place while we enjoyed moderate temperatures and sunny skies. One of my biggest concerns was hot weather in the deserts; in Gila Bend AZ, for example, where we were stranded on Mother's Day, temperatures of over 100 F had already been recorded. When we were there, the days were delightfully sunny with temperatures in the low 80's; the nights were chilly, in the 40's, not unusual in the desert. This trip may have set a new bar for near-perfect weather.

In Gila Bend AZ, Mother's Day Sunday, when I went to start the bike, it was stone cold dead. A minimal bit of troubleshooting revealed that there was an unexplained complete battery failure. The saga has been chronicled in earlier blog entries, but we were fortunate to be in a safe place, a hotel with a restaurant, and on Monday found a friendly face with a solution. We lost a day and a half of riding time, but with Kitty's urging, were able to re-incorporate several major components of the trip even though it meant several 500-mile days on the back end. In the end, we spent plenty of time among Saguaro cactus deserts and we saw the awesome spectacle of Monument Valley. From the beginning, that's what we had set out to see.

It was after that, in Farmington NM, that someone backed into the rig and pushed the bike onto its side with extensive damage. The driver was a stand-up guy and reported it to the hotel so proper exchange of information could take place. We rode 2,000 miles home with a shattered mirror that I taped together with electrical tape. It was a fractured experience to be sure, but after 2,000 miles of practice I became pretty good at sorting out which of the six or so vehicle images in the mirror was the one closest and needed to be accounted for.  Once again, we were fortunate that we could recover and ride the bike home. As I write this, the motorcycle and trailer have both been completely restored and are back in my garage.

I've made references to a past Nova Scotia tour where we overnighted in a remote bed and breakfast with a tiny but famous restaurant, and where we discovered a plaque that instantly became the mantra of our lives, times, and all our trips: Together is the Best Place to Be.

This trip together, despite its unexpected challenges, turned out to be one of the most rewarding for me. After my dad's death last October, our family is finding its way to a new normal; this time together, isolated from the normal stresses of life, was a wonderful period of reflection and rejuvenation. Just being with Kitty made me a better person.

Truly, together is the best place to be.

Sunday, May 19, 2019

MACH.19 - Saguaro Country, Final Day 22: Pants, Take Me Home

Saguaro Country, Final Day 22
Pants, Take Me Home
Sunday, May 19, 2019

We awake a little later than planned to a warm, cloudless day.  "Remember to reset the house," Kitty says.  We have an Internet-aware home heating and cooling system, which we set to "away" when we travel for extended periods. This sets the temperature parameters to be maintained between 62F and 82F. I call up the app  and reset the thermostat.  The house will be cool when we get home.

As we are packing up for the final day, Kitty observes the jeans she's been wearing for, well, to protect the innocent, an undisclosed number of days.

She looks skeptically at the jeans and finally decides to wear them one more day. "Ok, pants, take me home!" she says.

And so they do. We have an uneventful ride of a little over 200 miles in heavier-than-expected Sunday morning traffic up I-81. We make the final and familiar turn to I-66 West at Mile Marker 300.

And then we are home, 12:30 PM. I'll post up some trip thoughts later.

It was an awesome trip taking us to new and wonderful sights and places, and in spite of the battery issue and having the bike knocked over and damaged in New Mexico, ranks as one of our best trips together, ever.

I'll post a trip redux later.


220 miles for the day, 6,298 miles for the entire trip.

The SpotWalla Bubbler GPS app is no longer broadcasting but the link remains active and you can zoom in and out as desired. Note that I have a "safe zone" set up for a certain number of miles around my home so it will not broadcast exact locations when within that zone. 

https://spotwalla.com/tripViewer.php?id=1d90f5cc2b861ee8ea&p=cactus&hoursPast=0&showAll=yes

SpotWalla track for the day (#196-202) - App will not broadcast in "safe zone" a certain number of miles from my home


SpotWalla track for the trip


Saturday, May 18, 2019

MACH.19 - Saguaro Country Day 21: Flirtation

Saguaro Country, Day 21
Flirtation
Saturday, May 18, 2019

Last night I set the GPS to "Route to Home". It produced a route of 656 miles.

I'm up early to see if the bike repeats yesterday's performance, but all is well.  Crusader is eager and strong for the challenge.

This morning the plan is to ride that route until we're tired, we're home, or there's an acceptable amount of mileage left for tomorrow.  Our original plan was to be home today, but we lost the equivalent of two days' riding so we're on Plan B.

We ease through Nashville Saturday morning traffic, climb and descend the Cumberland Plateau, ease our way through Knoxville, and we're done with cities.  After being in the desert for a week and a half, the East Coast humidity seems stifling. It's amazing how quickly I get used to the dry air, although it does cause minor nosebleeds. The humidity takes a toll on both of us.

At about 400 miles, we stop for a break and reassess the day.  Kitty flirts with riding home.  "We only have 269 miles!" she exclaims. "You'd really like to ride home, wouldn't you?"

"Well, 269 miles in the morning seems easier than after you've already been in the saddle for 8 hours and are thinking of four more hours! And in the interest of full disclosure, let's do some math.  Half of 656 is 328. We've ridden 73 miles over halfway. I'm not recommending it, but if you want to go for a new personal record, I'm up for it."

"Oh, well, when you put it that way... yeah, let's get a place for the night."

So we shut it down in Roanoke, VA, 200 miles from home, having ridden just over 470 miles for the day.  Trip mileage stands at just under 6,100 miles.

We expect to be home tomorrow by noon.
Spotwalla track for the day (marker #174-196) - starting to overlap with outbound leg


Spotwalla track for trip to date - starting to overlap with outbound leg



MACH.19 - Saguaro Country, Day 20: Altered States

Saguaro Country, Day 20
Altered States
Friday 17

This morning we load out early, ready for another 550 mile day. When I turn the key a press the starter button, the battery can barely turn over the engine and it won't start. What a surprise!

I get a jump from the hotel manager and try to assess the situation. I know that we are less than a mile from Russellville Honda, one the largest and most reputable Honda dealers in the US. If there were a question about a bike's condition and you were a mile from there, who wouldn't take the option to have your issues looked at there?

So we ride over just as they open at 9:00 AM, and Alex sets up a service ticket right away. We unhook the trailer and wait. After an hour or so Famous Dave the Mechanic comes out and says that the good news is the battery and alternator are both 100% perfect. The bad news is the voltage regulator is flaky, with micro-dropouts periodically visible on his meter. The more bad news is they don't have one in stock and can't get one until Tuesday. He said almost certainly the failed battery caused the voltage regulator to malfunction.

After some discussion about options, we buy a new battery, battery tender, and jumper cables so at least I'd have an extra battery and could switch out batteries and keep one charged if the voltage regulator acts up again. Dave said the problem may never repeat itself, and it's safe to drive the bike.  This exactly what my friend Skippy suggested wen he took the time to contact me when he saw a Facebook post that we're at Honda of Russellville.

Honda of Russellville is justifiable famous for their inventory and service. Today they took in an unscheduled bike right away - and didn't charge me for their work!

Thus fortified, we decide we can ride 400 miles today and strike out just before 1:00 PM for Nashville TN. We have an uneventful 400+ mile ride through the forests and flat lands of Arkansas, navigate rush hour traffic around Memphis, and finish a 90-mile run to Nashville with the setting sun ablaze in the mirrors, and a pale moon rising over Nashville at 8:00 PM.

Awesome.
Honda of Russellville - a sample of Gold Wing inventory

Honda of Russellville

SpotWalla track for the day (one flag from outbound leg visible)

SpotWalla track for trip - outbound and inbound almost merging


Thursday, May 16, 2019

MACH.19 - Saguaro Country, Day 19: Home, James II

Saguaro Country, Day 19
Home, James II
Thursday May 16, 2019

Kitty has volunteered for some long hard riding, more than I'd ever schedule for any of our two-up trips. She's committed to ride 500+ mile days the rest of the trip home.  Understand I wouldn't ask her to do this, which is why I was willing to give up seeing Monument Valley.

"It was worth it," she said yesterday.

Arkansas conveniently offers 3 options: 450, 500, and 540 miles, the longest being Russellville, AR.  I route for now to the middle destination and we strike out eastward from Amarillo TX.

I admit I haven't been in every flat place in the US, but among the places I've been, the western plains in the Texas Panhandle are the flattest I've ever encountered.  It's called "Llano Estacado" or Staked Plain and runs in a wide swath from Amarillo south to Odessa. It is so flat we can see the curvature of the earth, similar to the ocean at the beach.  There are no trees or hills to break the landscape. Vast expanses of flat farmland, all apparently tillable for crops or grazing for cattle.

And then it ends abruptly, with canyons and escarpments carved by rivers at the eastern edge of the plain, and suddenly we have rolling plains with more vegetation.  Still flat, but not the table-top flatness of the western section.  Palo Duro Canyon along this demarcation may be the most famous of the canyons.

The rolling plains gives way to Oklahoma red earth which in turn becomes more wooded and gives way to the wooded slopes of the Ouachita Mountains in Arkansas.

At one of our breaks where I also fuel just because I can, Kitty decides we're good for the 540-mile destination so I route to Russellville, AR, and addition of about 40 miles to the original destination.

It's more humid today than yesterday, and by late afternoon I realize I'm behind on water intake, feeling a little rocky. In the TMI department, urine color is a good gauge of hydration.  If it's not nearly clear, you're behind on water.  Mark it down.

Over the years, Kitty has developed a really excellent hydration strategy.  Our trailer has a cooler, and inside this we put a smaller ice chest.  In the hotel at night, Kitty packs water bottles with ice.  By morning the ice is mostly melted and the water is ice-cold.  She repacks the chest with ice, puts it back in the trailer cooler, and we have ice-cold water all day, wherever we go, no matter what the temperature. Even if we deplete the water supplies, we then have the melted ice to drink.

So I sit inside and slowly sip a bottle of ice-cold water from the trailer.  I immediately feel rejuventated.  Back on the road for the last 90-mile segment, I tell Kitty "I feel like a wilted flower after it gets a drink - all its foliage perks up, its arms lift, and it feels alive again!" It's like a new lease on life.

We finish out in Russellville, AR at a couple miles under 550 miles.

I wear LD Comfort underwear and socks; I carry only two sets with me, which means most nights I'm hand-washing something with baby shampoo. I use this because it's gentle and doesn't cause irritation should some shampoo be left in the garment due to incomplete hand rinsing.  These things take a long time to dry, so to make sure I have dry clothes by morning, I often grab the ironing board and couple hangars and hang the stuff from the ironing board, placing it next to the air conditioning fan.  It works.  Don't judge me.

Home is 1056 miles away.  Kitty wants to do it in two days. I would never ask her to ride like this, and we do have Sunday as a fall-back if we don't make it in two days.  But tomorrow, again, we'll start out expecting ride about 530 miles.

Right now, it's hard to imagine that two days ago were enthralled with the scenery in Monument Valley.  We traveled 5,185 miles so far on this trip.

Ironing board drying technique

SpotWalla track for day

SpotWalla track for trip

MACH.19 - Saguaro Country, Day 18: Home, James

Saguaro Country, Day 18
Home, James
Wednesday May 15, 2019

You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
For there ain't no one for to give you no pain
- Everybody knows this is America, right?

(Trivia notes for music geeks: Written in Key of E minor, I believe this is the only song I know that contains only two chords [with variations on one]. Don't try this at home, kids.)

Well, our horse has a name: Crusader (self-named on the way home from the dealer in the first 10 miles of travel together).  And we did find some pain, some of it given by people.

After six days in the desert...

We've crossed most of the US deserts but have never spent this much time immersed in them.  The variety of ecological systems that can be classified is "desert" is mind-numbing. We've traversed south to north, from the Sonoran saguaros on the US-Mexico border zones to deserts of creosote plants, sagebrush, and Utah junipers to Colorado desert within sight lines of the Rocky Mountains. I need some time to take a deep breath and process all this awesomeness, to accept the crazy diversity that at times makes views on opposite sides of the roadway appear as though from a different planet but in fact separated by a hundred yards.  I'm a little overwhelmed right now with what we've seen.


Riding gloves at retirement
We wear jackets and gloves at all times while riding.  In the summer it's mesh jackets and gloves; my choice is Firstgear Ultra-Mesh gloves.  The pair I've been wearing has been on my hands now for a number of years. The leather palms are worn through in places, and the left thumb has a spot worn through the leather from thumbing the turn signal and the GPS control. They've been washed in Woolite any number of times, and on this trip have endured many hours of sweaty hands.  When I put them on in the morning, they are dry and stiff, and feel more like crumpled wrapping paper than fine leather gloves. Last night when I opened one of the Velcro flaps to remove the glove, the whole Velcro assembly tore off.


Stock company photo, Firstgear Ultra Mesh gloves
The time has come to retire these faithful companions and switch to one of the spare new pairs I always carry on the bike.  "But what will I do with these?" I ask Kitty about the old gloves. "It seems so cold and heartless to abandon them in a strange hotel trash can in New Mexico! They've been with me in so many places!"


Kitty bursts out laughing. "You should carry them gently home and dispose of them properly!" she says.

Like a US flag disposal, I think to myself.  So I retire the old pair, put them in a safe place in the trunk for their final ride home, and don the spiffy new redesigned pair.

I've chosen Amarillo TX as a likely stopping point of under 500 miles because we cross into Central Time and "lose" an hour, also having lost an hour yesterday due to the transition from quirky Arizona time zone to New Mexico time zone.  Those hours add up and I thought we'd make a little earlier stop today.

We leave a half hour later than planned because the insurance company calls just as we ready to load out, to confirm plans to see an adjuster when we get home and to get a few more details.  "This will soon become part of the past," the agent says. Those words strike home and are food for the soul when come hard times or disagreeable circumstances.

We ride 475 miles today and it's like nothing. Just lovely and easy. No drama. I leave the camera packed away in the trunk. Cool this morning at 57F, warm this afternoon at 90F, but pleasant with the mesh jackets while moving. My taped-up mirror works OK under the circumstances. From northwestern New Mexico's vast high desert sagebrush expanses and gas fields, we transition downward from the 7000-foot elevation to the vast flat grassland plains of the Texas Panhandle at 3600 feet above sea level. It's one of the things I enjoy most about traveling fast and far: Seeing how the land changes from one geographical zone to another.

This morning at our first fuel stop near Albuquerque, our fuel mileage was 40 mpg. No crosswind.  At the second stop, riding through the strong southerly winds that constantly sweep the Texas Panhandle, riding the same type of flatland with the same load and speeds, our fuel mileage was 30 mpg.  That's the effect of the aerodynamically destructive force of a crosswind.

At one point we ride a mile past a feedlot with tens of thousands of cattle. Wow, that is intense!  I would not want to live downwind of that feedlot! We ride 35 miles through an electric turbine wind farm.  Although there's been some negative publicity on these graceful monsters, we see dozens and dozens under construction.

Well, there might have been a little drama.  I'd routed to a motel in Amarillo just to have a destination in the GPS, and in the afternoon we decided Amarillo would be a fine stopping point so I make the reservation with the hotel app. But after a little while, back on the Interstate, I realize something is bothering me about this reservation. I finally realize what it is: The address I'd seen on the GPS wasn't the same as one I'd seen in the app. So we know where to go, but don't have reservations there.  And we have reservations, but we don't know where.

I'm not in the mood to get off the Interstate and figure it out. "The app listed it as 'Amarillo West'", I tell Kitty in the headset. "When we get close to Amarillo, help me start looking for the hotel marquee on the exit signs.:  About six miles from our routed destination, we see the brand itself, but there's no exit. So I get off at the next exit, do the Texas U-Turn thing under the Interstate (very clever, these Texans, with their interchange traffic management), drive back on the frontage road, repeat the Texas U-Turn thing, and find the property.

"I think we might have reservations here," I tell the clerk. The customer standing behind me laughs out loud, and I explain what happened.  It turns out we've guessed right, and it's adjacent to an Outback Steakhouse restaurant, so it all turns out well.

Kitty is an amazing co-rider. Today we rode tank to tank to final destination with no breaks in between. She is very committed to being fit and has lost weight since our riding days 10 years ago. Maybe it's that or maybe it's the 1800 Wing's seat improvement over the 1500 seat, but she would never have been able to ride those miles and those distances without breaks.  Her only comment is "Maybe three hours between breaks late in the day is a little long."

She makes it look easy.


SpotWalla track for Day

SpotWalla track for trip

Wednesday, May 15, 2019

MACH.19 - Saguaro Country, Day 17: Monumental

Saguaro Country, Day 17
Monumental
Tuesday May 14, 2019

Yesterday Kitty was firm that if at all possible, we should add Monument Valley into the itinerary, even at the the expense of some hard riding days ahead.  And so with some modifications, I was able to generate a route that incorporated a good representation of the original plan.  The two major components to be sacrificed were our third visit to the Grand Canyon, and wandering around in northern New Mexico before starting home in earnest.

There are lots of Internet discussion about the use of mapping software for trips.  Some scoff, saying the best thing is to get on the bike and ride.  I, on the other hand, am a meticulous trip planner, often down to scoping out a hotel or motel with a restaurant within walking distance. I use Garmin BaseCamp to plan my trips as well as to upload and download tracks, routes, and waypoints.  This is a quick way to drag a route to new shaping waypoints and evaluate the results. For this spontaneous reroute, without mapping software, I wouldn't be able to evaluate cause and effect of including or including specific components, or how many miles we need to ride in how many days.

My head is spinning from all the types of desert topography we've seen, from the Sonoran desert along the Mexican border, the amazing saguaros and brilliant palo verde bushes, then creosote and sagebrush deserts.

North of Flagstaff AZ we encounter a bewildering variety of desert zones.  At one point we are riding through purple sage, the air slightly tinged with the sweet sage odor. Today we are the New Riders of the Purple Sage.  Then the sagebrush disappears to be replaced by vast expanses of Utah juniper trees, only to be replaced by red rocky formations with little vegetation. We ride through fractured rocks strewn helter skelter on the surface, and wonder how they got there.

Farther north, toward the Utah border, we start to see the classic mesa and butte formations that are famous in Utah but occur in Arizona and Colorado as well.

We fuel at Kayenta and turn north toward Monument Valley, my personal trip highlight and a bucket list item. These huge buttes tower a thousand feet above the level of the plain.  It's partly cloudy, so I'm able to catch several different lighting and shadow environments as the clouds move over the plain. I can't (or won't) ride the 17-mile dirt road where the monuments are best visible, but there are amazing views from US 163 where we are riding. I take several dozen camera shots and have included a few representative ones, including the quintessential "Forrest Gump spot" when he was just running and running and running...  It is so worth the reroute to have enabled us to visit this amazing place.

This pretty much fills my Spectacle Quota and I'm ready to declare this trip one of the best we have ever taken together.  I'm thankful for Kitty's gentle encouragement and willingness to ride hard and long for numerous days so that I could re-incorporate this spectacular desert treat into the route after our enforced delay waiting for a battery.

We finish the ride through Colorado and then back into New Mexico, passing near Cortez and the Four Corners (stopping at neither), a lovely 50-mile ride to close the day with buttes and mesas on every side.  My camera card develops a fault and the pictures shot along this location are lost.

At the hotel in Farmington, NM, we are about to order delivery food from a local steakhouse when the phone rings.  It's the front desk. "Someone backed over your motorcycle." Now that is a heart-stopping message!  I'd temporarily parked the bike in a normal parking spot while we loaded in, showered, and decided what to do for dinner, intending later to go out and re-park for the night when I load my new routes for tomorrow and collect mileage information.

We look out the window, and Crusader is lying on the left side. Someone was backing up and apparently didn't see the trailer, which he backed into, pushed the whole rig forward off the kickstand, and of course the bike fell to the left. It would have likely caused no damage except scratches to the crash guards, but as the bike moved forward, the front wheel went over the parking space "curb" and the left mirror crashed into the curb, about four inches high.

At least the guy was stand-up and had the hotel desk call us and stayed to exchange insurance information. By this time there several other strong men there asking how to help to pick up the bike; I did the classic lift by backing into the seat while holding the handle bar and seat grab rail, but it was complicated by the fact that the front wheel had to come back over the curb.  Picking it up is something I can totally and easily do myself, but I was glad for three other guys, all being very careful to ask me where to push and pull, as we wrestled the now-upright bike back over the curb and started assessing the damages.

I'm not posting pictures in light of the insurance claim. The trailer taillight and rear end has nasty scratches but no apparent structural damage.  The bike wasn't so lucky.  There appears to be no mechanical damage, but it looks to me like the front crash guard is bent, and the state inspection sticker holder is damaged. The left mirror plastic is fractured and the glass is cracked into many pieces, but still contained within the mirror.  I don't think the fairing crashed onto the curb, as there are no scratches or apparent damage.  I use a heavy dose of electrical tape to hold the glass and the plastic in place.

So after a long discussion with a really friendly claim agent who herself is a rider, we decided since the mirror is still usable, albeit cracked and not aimed too well, I can ride the bike home before repairs are made. But she had to check with her supervisor, so we narrowly missed a situation where the bike would have to be repaired before bringing it home.

So tomorrow, damaged rig and all, we plan to start the trek homeward in earnest.  Let's go home, Baby.




Just another long road in the desert

Desert north of Flagstaff AZ

Rock formations

Approaching Monument Valley

Monumental

Monumental

I was here with Crusader and Kitty

Monuments

Monuments

Kitty on Gold Wing

The money shot of Monument Valley you've all seen, facing westward, but never through my eyes

As close as I could get to Mexican Hat Rock without riding a long dusty dirt road

SpotWalla track for the day

SpotWalla track for the trip - turning eastward