Here is the video from the ride on August 20, 2016!
Carlsberg Beer set up a stunt in which they filled a movie theater with tough-looking biker types, and filmed what innocent ticket-buyers would do.
Well, in honor of it now being October, we did our first annual Pun-Kin Run. If you SQUINT and use your imagination, our ride was in a pumpkin shape. Okay, I admit it looks like one of those pathetic rotting pumpkins that has spent a couple of weeks on a hot door step and was kicked in by that damn neighbor kid. That is STILL pumpkin shaped... Kind of... Maybe next year we will go through Townsend to round it out if the road construction that way is done. We rode down through Boulder, Whitehall, Butte (with an extended stop at Copper Canyon H-D), Garrison, and back home. Here is the route (220 miles or so)...
I am not a HUGE Tron fan but how could you NOT think this is one AWESOME ride? Me likey!
Yesterday I was on the phone with a person from tech support representing a well-known security company whose equipment we use. He wanted to do a “WebEx” so we could try a few things on some busted equipment. When he connected up, he saw my current background image and actually started stuttering and stammering. He commented that it was a beautiful bike! I told him it was my dream bike. He said, “Mr Cope, that is everyone’s dream bike!!!” It actually took him a couple minutes to regain his composure! Now, I suspect that this fellow was from India or something like that. I could see how in a country full of scooters and tiny cars that a phat Harley would be a popular dream… Props to Harley Davidson for creating one of my favorite Street Glide photos of all time!!! I think it is a very sexy picture.
It has been a long time since we have been able to put any real miles on our motorcycles. Penny and I FINALLY got out and rode about 230 miles on Sunday! It was a pretty nice ride toward the north. We hit the point at Choteau and found out we had enjoyed a nice tail wind. Unfortunately, it then was a severe head wind so the ride home wasn't nearly as fun... BUT, it wasn't the WORST day riding we have ever had (is there such a thing?) and we saw some different country and saw a young elk next to the road while we were headed toward Canyon Creek. On our way out of Choteau we scared the deer berries out of two young deer twins who seemed to be intent on playing in the road. Nothing that a fist full of clutch and a couple twists of the wrist couldn't fix though...
Here was our route... In this case, 8 IS enough if you are looking for a 4 hour ~200 mile ride. We didn't follow the classic figure eight though. We did the left side of the eight up, and the right side down; turning left each time we came upon the junction of Hw 287 in the middle. Could have shaved an additional 10 or so miles off the trip if we'd taken the Hw 587 shortcut from Fairfield to Simms on the upper right part of the eight.
Family reunions... Another fine excuse to ride somewhere! We added another 950 miles to the odometers of our bikes! In other words, with other random and miscellaneous rides, that brings us up to somewhere in the neighborhood of 4,500 miles on our cruiser style motorcycles in the 30 day period from the 16th of July to the 15th of August! What is our secret maximal gluteal comfort for the longer rides?? This is what you can see where our hind-end meets motorcycle... It doesn’t stop the bun burn entirely, but it delays it so you can ride further. THEN, when you rest your haunches for a few minutes you are good for another tank!
It was a nice ride! We left home at about 9am on our latest journey. Headed down I-15 to Butte. We decided to top off the tanks at Rocker and as we were stopped there a couple rode up on a pair of Goldwings. We got to talking to them and they were from Des Moines and were taking the scenic route to Seattle to visit some family. They were planning on riding down I-15 to Divide and across to Wisdom but I showed them the route we had planned toward Anaconda and then past Wisdom and they thought that it looked like a nice ride so we ended up playing cat and mouse with them for a while. As we rode into Wisdom, there was a LOT of manure on the road. We stopped for a glug of water in town and as we rode out of town, there they were... A herd of angus being cowboyed by a bunch of fellas on horses. The road had a green hue (about the shade of this text) and as we followed them slowly down the road for a couple miles, Penny and I ended up with more manure on our chaps than bug guts. It was a little bit gross but oh well... Frankly, I think they should quit feeding grass to the cows, it seems to give them diarrhea! We stopped and visited with the folks from Iowa at the rest area at the border of Idaho and Montana on highway 93 and then they headed north to go over Lolo pass and we headed south.
We rode down to Salmon Idaho where we had some lunch then headed down to Challis and hit the road toward Stanley Basin. We were craving some time off the bikes so we stopped in Sunbeam (which is basically a place, not even a town, with four buildings and two port-a-lets and is where you turn to go to one of my favorite places to camp in all the world, there is also a really cool old gold dredge about 15 miles up the road which you can tour if you are ever in the area) and bought a couple ice cream cones at a quaint little bar and burger joint. We sat out in the shade of their porch and ate them and enjoyed the scenery. We had planned on stopping and soaking in the hot springs alongside the Salmon River a mile or so from Sunbeam but by the time we got there, the idea of stripping down to swimming suits and then getting all leathered back up when we were done wasn’t that appealing so we just stopped and looked for a little bit and then headed on down the road.
We gassed up in Stanley and rode out toward Sun Valley. Stanley literally CRAWLS with bikers. It is basically the center point of three awesome rides; one along the Salmon River toward Challis, one over Galena Summit toward Sun Valley, and one toward Lowman ID and Boise. You can’t go wrong on a bike in any direction. There is beautiful country everywhere with lots of opportunities to stop for pictures of the Sawtooth range, Redfish Lake, Galena Summit, and many other scenic vistas, rivers, streams and lakes. Also, there are many MANY camping sites and cabins to be found in the area! We decided to go ahead and just ride without making any photo stops on the way down so we could get to our hotel and cool off.
Once we reached Ketchum... WOW, talk about money. It is like mansion, mansion, mansion, crappy trailer park with wornout 40 year old trailers, mansion, mansion, mansion, mansion, crappy trailer park with wornout 40 year old trailers, more mansions... The weird thing is that even though they have all that money, the roads in the area SUCK! All rutted and bumpy... And the traffic! We got there at about 7pm and the traffic was bumper to bumper headed in to town.
We finally made it to our hotel in Hailey at about 8pm, flopped on the bed and passed out. I admit I was dubious about the family reunion, but, we got there Saturday morning and it was fun all day! We called it quits at about 7pm when my brothers (and their families) had to leave. We went to town and had a pop with them in the local McDonalds before they hit the road home then returned to our hotel and fell in bed again.
We got up and were on the road by 9am. We returned the same way, well, up until we got to that rest area where we left our Iowa friends. This time, we met a couple of riders on Harleys at the rest area. They were from Georgia and had shipped their bikes to LA and were doing a zig zag route up and down the states on their way back home. They had ridden up the Pacific Coast Highway and were riding down to Bonneville Salt Flats for Speed Week. Then back up through Teton, Yellowstone, over Beartooth and over to Sturgis, etc. They were headed to Redfish Lake for the night but when we told them it was another 200 miles, they started rethinking that... We bid them farewell and safe travels and headed back toward home again.
HOT! We got into Hamilton to gas up and the thermometer at the gas station read 89 degrees. However, when we got back on the road, a thermometer on the other end of town said it was 100 degrees. It sure felt like it, even at 65 mph it was toasty in the black leather at 6:30pm! If you are thinking of riding down highway 93 along the Bitterroot mountains, they are doing major road construction between Hamilton and Florence! Miles of no paved bumpy gravely road. JOY!
We finally fought our way through Missoula and then hit I-90 for a brief run over to Bonner, where we got off the interstate and rode highway 200 up toward Lincoln. We stopped in Lincoln for a quick bun break and to top off the tanks and hit the road for the home stretch over Flesher pass. We stopped at the top of Flesher pass for a break and noticed the clouds and heard thunder. JOY! We hoped to make it through this trip without hitting rain... Hey, my biker friends, if you haven’t been over Flesher lately, the road has been repaved and is AWESOME from the Stemple Pass road almost to Canyon Creek, which BTW is where we hit the rain. SO, we got rained on and lighteninged at from Canyon Creek until we pulled into the garage at about 9:30pm. Safe and sound. Even though Penny is now officially riding on a bologna skin rear tire. She went over 10,000 miles on her bike as we pulled up to the reunion!
I think this is our last BIG ride for the year. Dang it, need vacation time or personal wealth so we can ride more!!! COME ON LOTTO!!!