Riding in the Rain

On May 31st, 2009 my alarm went off and I rolled over to discover that Jay was already up and about.  Jay doesn’t generally function before noon, so 6:30 AM is a real shocker!  I stumbled out of bed and opened the blinds, only to see that he had already pulled both of our bikes out.  They were lined up by the curb, ready to go!  Then the aroma of fresh brewing coffee pervaded my senses.  I staggered to the kitchen to find my bagel, pre-sliced, laid out on the counter in front of the toaster oven, waiting for me to be ready to toast it.  Cream cheese, a knife, my vitamins, and a class of OJ were set out on the kitchen table.  And he made himself coffee too!  Good grief, how long has Jay been up???  He was rearing to go that morning, and after a few minutes I was too.

The plan was to meet at the Odessa Sunoco, wheels rolling at 8:00 AM.  Steve (one of our veteran Road Captains in First State HOG) was to lead us along a scenic tour of southern Delaware to the Eastern Shore HOG Summer Splash Poker Run in Ocean City, Maryland.  The forecast was for a bright sunny afternoon, but as I got geared up it became quickly apparent that there was still some lingering rain in the air leftover from last night’s storm.  It began to drizzle, so we decided it best to don the rain gear so as not to start out the day wet and miserable.

Who would’ve thought that after nearly 4 years/thousands of miles of riding - day trips, overnighters, 3-5 day trips - I had never actually ridden in the rain?  OK, I had ridden passenger in the rain, but never on my own bike…until that day.

We knew that it was going to clear up, so we mounted up, headed out, and hoped for the best.  As we rode to the meet-up spot, the rain grew steadier.  I just used the same philosophy I do when driving my car in the snow: no sudden moves, keep it smooth & consistent, gradual breaking & acceleration, and stay a little slower than usual.  By the time we pulled in to the Odessa Sunoco, I had pretty much decided that riding in the rain wasn’t really all that bad.  Apparently there weren’t many people willing to agree with me, because all totalled only 7 people on 5 bikes showed up.

We all stood around in our rain gear laughing our butts off, and hoping that the rain would let up just a little.  Around 8:30 or so our little group did eventually head off into the pouring rain.  It came down steady for maybe another 30-40 minutes, then we rode in so much road spray it was hard to tell the difference for another half hour or so.  By the time we made our first stop near Seaford, DE, I had puddles in both of my boots.

Paula took break time to clean her bike.  I sat down to pull off my boots and wring out my socks.  Jay usually carries a roll of little plastic bags in his pack that we wrap around our feet when our socks get wet, but we must have used them all up.  Being desperate, I stuck a pair of latex gloves over my feet!  Folded over the “fingers” and put my soaking wet socks back on.  We had seen the last of the rain for the day, but it would still be a long battle to get dried out!

We picked up another couple near their beach house, and then another down at Ocean City Harley-Davidson.  We arrived as the last group was heading out to do the poker run, so we decided not to do the run.  We drew our cards and hung around relaxing for awhile - enjoying hot dogs, music, and sunshine. 

Eating Hot Dogs

Hanging out at Ocean City HOG Summer Splash

It felt so good to let my feet dry as I enjoyed the company of good friends.  I laid my boots and wet socks out in the sun to dry out as much as they could.  The only pair of socks they had in the dealership were little girls fuzzy slipper socks.  I have small feet, so I decided these will have to do! 

Diana relaxing and letting her feet dry

It couldn’t be a trip daown-e-oshun without stopping for a Nic-o-boli at Nicola Pizza in Rehoboth Beach…so off we went for fabulous food and a brief walk along the boardwalk.

First State HOG at Nicaboli’s in Rehobeth, DE

First State HOg in Rehobeth, DE

Altogether it was a great day, and I had gotten my feet wet riding in the rain (literally).  I wish I could say that all was good once the rain had passed, but the rain actually didn’t pass.  We had the coolest month of June recorded in over 20 years, and compiled 50% more rainfall for the month than normal.  At one point I believe that it had rained on 19 of the past 21 days!

The cool wet weather didn’t stop us from getting out and riding though.  Sure we got dumped on a few times, but for the most part we did a lot of RIDING & HAVING FUN!!!  And hey, in just a few short weeks I went from being a virgin to a veteran in wet weather riding.

I Got Lei’d!

We got lei’d

I got lei’d three times and Diana got two. Daryl must have gotten very lucky, he got four. In total eight First Staters got lei’d yesterday at the Old Glory Chapter’s “Get Lei’d” Hawaiian theme poker run in Laurel, Maryland. See picture above of us posing with Phil Kraft, proud Director of Old Glory. He is the one in the grass skirt. We left with 6 First State members, met up with two more at the Old Glory dealership and rode home with 8 (no passengers). Diana took the lead most of the day and lead us on a fantastic back road tour of central Maryland through horse farms and past Cal Ripkens house. I’m hoping we won furthest traveled which would bring our total up to eight awards earned so far this year.

I’m extra glad we had such a great day yesterday because today was a washout. I had committed to leading a ride leaving at 10:30am to the Rally For RAACE preregistration party in Darlington, MD. The weather report read 85% chance of rain and possibility of severe storms. We put our rain jackets on and went to the pick up spot at 10:00am. Only one member showed up. I said there are many rides that start out sunny and you hope the weather report is wrong and you ride anyway; most of the time the weather report is right and we get a little wet but have a good time. This was not one of those days. It was already starting to rain at 10:20am and was gonna get worse and there is no chance of having a nice ride. We were close to home and decided to stay dry and call it a day. We put the bikes away at 10:40am and went to the study to write this post and no sooner did I start tap tap tapping on the keyboard and the rain storm from hell broke loose with about twenty minutes of torential downpour, strong winds, thunder and lightning. The power flickered and went out for a few seconds so I had to start the post over again.

Today may be a washout but at least a bunch of us got lei’d and had a great ride yesterday.

Hot Hawaiian Babes from HOG

“In Memory of Karen”

In memory of karen fortner

When Karen became the Activities Officer for First State HOG last fall, she had several goals.  The one she voiced most frequently was for our chapter to win a “Best Represented Chapter” award at a local poker run.  She had noticed that our chapter wall at Mike’s Famous Harley-Davidson was lacking awards.  We have got to do something about that!  Besides the plaque, Karen wanted to increase participation in our chapter rides and events.  She loved to plan picnics, dinner rides, and other events…and the bigger the better!  I don’t think there was anything she loved more than to be a part of a huge group of riders in formation, heading out to have some fun.

Back in March, without thinking much about it, our chapter quietly took the award for most participation in the Motorcycle Accident Victims Foundation Saint Patrick’s Day Poker Run.  Then only a couple of weeks later we took nearly 40 people to the Delmarva HOG Poker Run in Seaford, Delaware.  Karen’s husband Ed was the road captain for this trip, and Karen was so tickled every time another bike pulled into the lot that morning at our pickup spot.  She jumped up and down like a school girl when they announced that our chapter had taken the prize.

Karen got her wish - not once, but twice!  And the riding season had barely begun!  Unfortunately Karen’s season was about to come to an end, permanently.  She was killed on April 24th while riding on a chapter trip. First State HOG members were devastated by the incident, but we have come back even stronger.  We will not let Karen’s dream die.

On Saturday, June 13th, we took a group of riders down into Maryland for the Baltimore Metro HOG Chapter “Panty Poker Run.”  This trip was great fun, and somehow we managed to win “Best Represented” again.  Our neighbors in Baltimore had been very supportive after the accident.  Several of them rode the hour-long trip in the pouring rain for Karen’s viewing and funeral.  When they learned that we were dedicating our award to Karen, they decided to get it engraved “In Memory of Karen” and will make the trip up to our next general meeting to make the presentation.  We got caught in some rain on the ride back that day, a rainbow appeared as we got closer to home… we knew it was Karen smiling down on us.

first state HOG men at baltimore metro panty poker run

On Sunday, June 21st, we took a group of riders up into Pennsylvania for Tri-State HOG’s Father’s Day Poker Run…and AGAIN won the award for best represented chapter.  FOUR awards to hang on our wall at the dealership!  They’re going to have to get us a bigger wall soon!

But wait, there’s more!

On Saturday, June 27th, several of us headed to the All-American HOG chapter’s “Brain Freeze” Poker Run.  Given our chapter’s propensity to ride for ice cream, we figured a poker run with ice cream joints at every stop was just the ticket!  With 20 on 14 we did not have enough people to beat out some of the more local chapters.  But given that we rode 125 miles to get there, we did ride away with the plaque for “Longest Distance Traveled”! Chalk up award number FIVE!

first state hog at all american brain freeze poker run

Karen’s spirit is alive and well in First State HOG.  We love you and miss you girl!

Mondays SUCK!!!

While I have been focusing on promoting Million Mile Monday whithin our local HOG Chapter it didn’t occur to me that I should do a little promoting of Million Mile Monday here at Road Captain USA to our online friends. Then an e-mail from the marketing people at HD woke me up. So here goes…

Let The Riding Begin!

HOG RC Patch

Man is it great to be back on two wheels! Spent most of the day riding although it wasn’t very warm out. Left the house at 8:00am and there was frost on all the car windows. It was around 35 degrees out. I just bought my heated gloves yesterday but don’t have them hooked up yet. I got them at Mike’s Famous Harley-Davidson in New Castle, DE. They were on back order all winter. They would have been nice for today. My fingers and toes were freezing. Well at least I have the gloves for next year. I finally got to try out my new split view mirrors. More about them in a future post.

I met up with the other FSH Road Captains and Poker Run Committee members in Smyrna, DE to pre-ride our 2009 First State Spring Poker Run route. It was great to see everyone. The route was very nice through pretty farm roads in lower Delaware. Our Head Road Captain has put together a really nice route. The blast shield on my HJC SY-MAX 2 helmet came in handy as the morning sun tried to blind me. A very nice feature. My blood brother Gordy thought I was trying to scratch my head through my helmet as I manipulated the blast shield controls on top of my big giant martian helmet.

HJC SYMAX 2 with integrated sun screen

I came home briefly after the ride to check on Diana who is fighting off a sinus infection. We had hot cocoa with marshmellows and rested a bit. Then we bundled up to hit the road for our First State HOG monthly dinner ride. It was 2:30pm and a little warmer , probably about 56 degrees. We had a huge showing, the biggest for one of our dinner rides so far. We had 17 motorcycles and met up with two more at the restaurant in Port Deposit, Maryland. Big Ed took us on a fantastic back-road ride through twisty country to get to Port Deposit on the banks of the Susquehanna River. He put together a very nice ride and I bet he pre-rode it too. He puts a lot of work into these dinner rides as does his wife who plans these dinners. I rode sweep, my first official Road Captain duty this year. It was great fun! Dinner at the Susky River Grill was pretty good too. A big success.

 FSH March 2009 Dinner Ride Susky River Grill

The ride home after dinner with 19 motorcycles riding in excellent formation up Rt 40 with many of our members wearing their HOG patches made me proud. If this is any sign of how our riding season is going to be, then it is going to be wicked pissa awesome!

Space Balls HJC SYMAX 2 with integrated sun screen

“I am not a Space Ball!”

Biker Brotherhood

First State HOG in West Virginia

There is something spiritual about being a motorcyclist that is impossible to explain to non motorcyclists. Part of the mystique is brotherhood! We don’t go into a motorcycle dealership to buy brotherhood, but on the road we experence so many things that we did not expect. No wonder we become passionate about this sport! We are very fortunate as human beings to have a connection that others don’t understand.

There is no doubt that among motorcyclists there is a brotherhood or an “open door policy” for friendship. Making new friends during childhood it is a lot easier than during adulthood. I am guessing this is partly due to the fact we are all thrown together into a school and partly due to the fact that as children we are more open to developing relationships. As an adult it is difficult to make friends. Some males don’t make many friends after graduating from high school or college. Their interaction with other adult males may be limited to co workers.  We become less trusting and throw up walls that inhibit us from starting conversations with total strangers. I grew up in the Boston area and it was unnatural to strike up a conversation with a stranger of the same sex. It’s taboo! Back home, a man who talks to another man he doesn’t know is either gay or about to pull a scam! You only talk to women if you are hitting on them. Under these circumstances it is difficult to make new friends. It is a lot easier of course to start a conversation with someone that we have something in common with. For example a man may feel less inhibited starting a conversation with someone wearing a t-shirt for his favorite sports team:  ”hey you like the Bruins, I like the Bruins… we can talk about this topic because we have something in common”. Now let’s introduce the sport of motorcycling…

You ride a motorcycle, I ride a motorcycle… we understand each other! Ah, the refreshing open acceptance that allowed ourselves to make friends with strangers during childhood is back! I joined the First State Chapter of the Harley Owners Group just shy of two years ago. I have made dozens of new friends through HOG. Grown men and women of all ages welcome each other with hugs! There are people I have met recently in my HOG chapter that feel more like family than friends. We are blessed to have found this experience. Motorcycling is so much more than just riding a two wheeled form of transportation!

Now think of your neighbor or the average Joe down the street. He gets married, has children and goes to work day in and day out. He comes home from work tired, spends time with family and watches the boob tube. He doesn’t do much else! He has little interaction with others. He is disconnected and can’t make new friends. He forgets life is an adventure and his journeys are limited. I feel sorry for these people who failed to discover what we have! 

I am a lucky man! I own a Harley Davidson motorcycle that has opened the door to numerous adventures, taken me to places I would have never visited and created lasting friendships I otherwise would not have made. This sport has given me and my wife something we can share together that enriches our lives. Thank God for the Harley Davidson company and the Harley Owners Group!

No wonder there are so many people out to squash our fun. Those people trying to put a stop to motorcycle rallys, loud pipes and enact helmet laws. There are even a few bad apples putting scathing comments on our motorcycle blogs! They are jealous! It’s that simple!

We have it, they don’t! Be glad you have it my brothers and sisters!


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