Who are Motorcyclists?

Motorcyclists come in all different shapes, sizes, colors, and creeds.  There are men and women, young and old.  There are those who were born into a motorcycling family, and those who came upon it on thier own.  One might say that Harley owners all have lots of “disposable income” in order to be able to afford such an expensive luxury, but I have met many a biker for whom that is completely not the case.  A motorcyclist is a motorcyclist deep in the soul, and when that is the case they will make whatever sacrifices are needed in order to feed the need to have their knees in the breeze.

Right here in our moto-blogger community it is evident that motorcyclists come from all different levels of education and many kinds of occupations, such as those listed below:

  • Annuities company employee
  • Assembler of scientific measuring devices
  • Car salesman
  • Coffee shop owner
  • Dental hygienist
  • Interactive art director/web designer
  • Insurance adjuster
  • Motorcycle safety instructor
  • Motorcycle shop owner
  • Photojournalist
  • Plumber
  • Printing Estimator & Purchasing manager
  • Purchasing manager
  • Restaurant server 
  • Teacher - 5th grade
  • Teacher - high school math
  • Truck driver
  • Vehicle test engineer

Now here’s a quiz…   Can you guess which bloggers belong to which occupations?  Check out the motorcycle blogs below, and see if you can match them up!

  1. B.B. - BB’s Road Trip
  2. Becky - Biker Chickz
  3. Crusty - Crusty the Biker
  4. Chessie - Chessie’s Tales, Motorcycles, & Rides
  5. Dean (D-Day) - Musings of a Contemplative Biker
  6. Doug - 40 Years on 2 Wheels
  7. Dave - Road Grits Cafe
  8. Irondad (Dan) - Musings of an Intrepid Commuter
  9. Joker - My Harley-Davidson Mystique
  10. Lady Ridesalot - Glider Rider
  11. Liz - Rippin Kitten
  12. Mark - Mr Motorcycle
  13. Paul - Arizona Harley Dude
  14. Rick - Keep the Rubber Side Down
  15. Ron - Rides, Roads, & Ronman
  16. Stephanie - The Many Thoughts of Harley Girl
  17. Road Captain (Jay) - Road Captain USA
  18. Mrs Road Captain (Diana) - Road Captain USA

First person to get all 18 correct wins a prize. Diana will judge the answers. Send answers to editor@roadcaptainusa.com

I Believe I Can Fly - Biker Poetry

Sunshine on my face, wind blowing through my hair
I believe I can fly

96 cubic inches of power rumble between my knees
I believe I can fly

Gliding along a two-lane ribbon of asphalt
I believe I can fly

Cruising in formation with my brothers & sisters
I believe I can fly

Leaning through twisties and s-curves
I believe I can fly

Legs outstretched on highway pegs
I believe I can fly

Tilting wings like Blue Angels rolling through a turn
I believe I can fly

Slaying the Dragon
I believe I can fly

Riding mountain roads that take me through the clouds
I believe I can fly

Reaching the crest of a hill where the road meets the sky
I believe I can fly

Being a part of the scenery, not just an observer passing by
I believe I can fly

Whenever I throw a leg over my Harley
I believe I can fly

Jonesing to Ride My Harley

Chilly Diana at Mike’s famous Harley Davidson new castle

Sitting back to reflect I could only conclude that the last time I threw a leg over my Harley had been prior to Thanksgiving!  It was about that time that Joker was lamenting putting his bike up for the Massachusetts winter, and I very clearly replied that I was not ready to do that yet. 

First there was rain & cold and holiday shopping to do, and opportunity never presented itself.  First State HOG had a ride planned for Christmas Day, but it got cancelled due to the 2 feet of snow on the ground!  This was followed by what seemed like an eternity of below-freezing “high” temperatures and the feeling that I must be living in Alaska as opposed to Delaware.

The traditional New Year’s Day Ride was also postponed – twice – due to extreme weather and poor road conditions.  That didn’t much matter to me anyway, because I was busy every weekend renovating my townhouse in Baltimore to prepare it for sale.

Then came the day of the re-re-scheduled New Year’s Ride, and the sun was shining bright in the sky.  Temps were in the mid-50’s and four dozen FSH members showed up for the ride to Dover to take over Where Pigs Fly for lunch!  But alas, I was not amidst them.  No less than 4 people called or texted at some point that afternoon to report on what a great ride it was and inquire why we were not there.  Jay and I were stripping wallpaper and re-grouting a bathroom floor.  Two months and still a parked motorcycle…

Martin Luther King Day came and I had off work.  The weather was quite pleasant and several of my friends were heading off on two wheels to the beach for lunch.  I was all set and ready to go with them until I woke up that morning.  Every bone in my body ached from the renovation work, and I was so exhausted I could hardly move.  It would have been irresponsible and dangerous for me to operate a motorcycle while in that condition.  So another week went by with my kickstand firmly planted on the ground in the garage.

Perhaps I should just follow Joker’s lead and winterize the Harley for a few months?  The weatherman predicted that it would barely get above freezing for the next 10 days.  I have no heated gear, and not even the greatest pair of gloves.  Wind chill charts for 30 mph put the “real feel” temperatures in the teens.

The Chilly Willy Crew

But Road Captain Kevin had planned a “Chilly Willy Ride” on Saturday.  I was jonesing to ride so badly that I threw caution to the wind (as any good biker would do), put on many layers of gear, and headed out on my Super Glide despite the 32-degree temperature that morning.  About a mile from my house a very warm feeling came over me and spread a huge smile across my face.  It was the overwhelming thought that “two wheels move your soul.”  My soul could have moved mountains that day!

Harley Princess Bids Fairwell to 2009

If you would have asked me a year ago where I’d be at this point in my life, my response would have been vastly different than what it has turned out to be.  I’d say “dramatic” is the most appropriate word to describe 2009.

There were many riding “firsts” for me – riding in the rain, crossing the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, taking my own bike on an overnight trip, dropping my Harley, hitting the 10K mark on my new bike, and leading my first chapter ride.

Highway Cruising

My Super Glide has seen some dramatic changes too.  She has gotten a shiny new chrome fender rack & layback license plate frame, a sport bag mounted to said luggage rack, an engine guard, and 360-degree cruise pegs.  I have grown quite accustomed to cruising with my legs outstretched on my highway pegs!  There was also the handlebar-mount camera that permitted me to take some great live-action shots and video, until the bracket broke and I lost it somewhere along Rt-222 in Pennsylvania!

I was lucky enough to partake in some amazing experiences, like HOG Primary Officer Training and the Harley-Davidson 2010 model launch party in New York City.  I learned to play “butt-darts” and got to ride a Harley (complete with Wisconsin manufacturer plates) around The Big Apple!

I also experienced some tragedy.  The emergency room at Christiana Hospital became an all-too-familiar place after 3 separate incidents involving friends and fellow members of First State HOG.  (Thank goodness they have all recovered nicely.)  But my very dearest friend was not so lucky.  She was killed by a reckless and negligent driver while riding her beloved Softail Deluxe named “Beauty.”

Karen Big Girl Bike

While the loss of such an angel weighs heavy on my heart, a part of me can’t help but be a little envious.  She died quickly and painlessly while doing what she loved to do most – riding with her family and friends.  When it’s my time, I want to go out like that.

So in some ways I find myself way ahead of where I expected to be entering 2010, and in other ways I lost some of what I had gained.  In any case, it’s dramatically different than what I had expected!

As I enter the new year I look forward to putting that replacement camera back on my handlebar.  I hope to add a CB radio to that handlebar as well.  And it would be really awesome to get a backrest for my solo seat so I can ride my next 10,000 miles in comfort.  I look forward to becoming a grandmother for the first time.  I plan to complete my training and become patched as a Road Captain, and also get certified as a motorcycle safety instructor.  I will continue to mourn the loss of my good friend, but also celebrate her life and embrace her spirit by continuing to work just as hard as she would have in making First State the best HOG chapter ever!

Fairwell 2009!

My First Weekender

Diana’s Bike at Harriman State Park

Back when I joined First State HOG, I hadn’t even considered the possibility of taking a weekend getaway on a motorcycle.  And yet only a few months later, there I was hopping on the back of my hubby’s Low Rider® and heading off with a group of riders toward Mansfield and Pennsylvania’s Little Grand Canyon!  On that weekend I discovered that there was much more to motorcycling than local bike nights and afternoon rides around town.  Those beautiful mountains in which I had gone camping many times as a child were now seen with so much more of a breathtaking perspective.  I wasn’t driving through the hills and trees, I was a part of them.  We made great friends with members of the Endless Mountains HOG chapter, and for the first time realized the extent of the brother/sisterhood that binds us together.

Only a few short weeks later, we were off to ride through the clouds along Skyline Drive in Virginia.  And in the spring, it was back to visit our friends in Mansfield for what we all fondly refer to as the “Soggy Bottom” ride.  Travelling two-up on a Dyna®, I learned very quickly how to pack practically nothing and still have what I needed for a several-day trip.  I learned the importance of really good rain gear.  I learned not to carry a cell phone in my back pocket while riding.  And I learned just how much it sucks to ride passenger for long periods of time on a 4-by-5-inch leather-covered brick with no way to stretch out (or even move) your legs!

Motorcycle trips to Rhode Island, Connecticut, New River Gorge, and more broadened my horizons and played a large role in developing my passion for riding.  The addition of Kuryakyn Swingwing Footpegs and a Roho Airhawk seat cushion on the Low Rider® made the terror on my middle-aged body tolerable.  But I yearned to ride my own bike on an overnight adventure.

Just after returning home from five wonderful days in West Virginia, I traded in my 883 Hugger for a brand new Dyna® Super Glide®.  The new bike with its lower center of gravity, better stability, and more power was a delight to ride!  My confidence and skills grew quickly.  I rode on Interstates and even crossed the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, but for several reasons the opportunity to take a trip didn’t arise practically all riding season…until…

On Labor Day weekend 2009, hubby and I headed off for the three-day weekend to visit an old college roommate in CT.  We had been planning this trip for several weeks – preriding portions of it and scoping out routes.  I can’t tell you how proud I was to load up my own bike that morning.  We headed out up I-95 through PA, then took River Road north along the Jersey side of the Delaware River.  Travelling mostly along CR-513 through New Jersey, the two of us then crossed into New York and onto one of the most gorgeous roads I have ever seen – Seven Lakes Drive through Harriman State Park and into Bear Mountain.  There is something romantic and almost magical about taking off on a couple of Harleys®, side-by-side with your most special someone and becoming a part of the lakes and trees while you cruise along that ribbon of pavement as it winds its way through the hills and valleys.

Motorcycles in Harriman

Harriman State Park

Across the Bear Mountain Bridge and into Clarence Fahnstock State Park we picked up Dennytown Road to US-301.  Our connecting road looked perfectly harmless on a map, but immediately after turning onto it, the pavement turned to loose gravel.  Then the road narrowed to barely a lane wide and became a severely cambered dirt road as we twisted past yellow caution signs reading “limited sight - 5 mph”.  An SUV came flying towards us from the other direction & nearly ran us off the road.  I was very glad to hit solid pavement again, and Dennytown Road did not disappoint!  The twisties and s-curves were well worth the horrific approach.  I’d have to describe nearly every turn in order to do justice to the amazing route that took us from Delaware to Connecticut and back.  Let’s suffice it to say that we couldn’t have planned it more perfectly… except for the dirt road.

Octoberfest

We arrived just in time to meet our friends for dinner at the local Oktoberfest celebration.  They knew we were riding, but were surprised to find that I had ridden my own bike.  I would be remiss if I didn’t offer kudos to our fabulous hostess…Margie could give Martha Stewart a run for her money!  It was much too short of a visit, but a very relaxing good time.  We were treated like royalty the whole time we were there.
On Monday morning Jay & I headed towards home, making sure to stop at Washington Crossing along the way. 

Geroge Washington Crossing Park 

By the end of the trip I was tired and a little bit sore, but extremely proud of my newest accomplishment.  Next summer we’re off to Niagara Falls for 6 days, and sure as shootin’ I will be riding my own bike!

New York, NY - If I Can Ride There, I Can Ride Anywhere!

Diana cruising on 2010 Nightster

October 7-9, 2009.  The Harley-Davidson Motor Company held a 2010 Model Launch Party in New York City.  My husband and I were invited to attend, though due to our work schedules we could only swing an 18-hour jaunt.

We arrived in Manhattan on Thursday evening, and attended the private party held at The Ainsworth in Chelsea.  There were several brand new 2010 models on display at the club (including the CVO™ Street Glide® shown below), DJ, open bar, fabulous hors d’oeuvres, a tattoo artist, and free airbrush tattoos.  It was a splendid evening spent making new friends with members of the press, fellow riders, and some local Harley-Davidson® dealers not to mention Paul James, Director of Communications for Harley-Davidson.

CVO Street Glide

Diana and Paul James from Harley Davidson

Jose and Diana

But the best part of the trip was Friday morning.  Amidst a light drizzle we arrived back at The Ainsworth where our choice of eight brand new Harley-Davidson® models awaited.  The models available included the Cross Bones™, XR1200™, Nightster®, all-new Fat Boy® Lo, the newly redesigned Wide Glide®, V-Rod Muscle®, Road Glide® Custom, and the first ever CVO™ Softail® Convertible.  The Convertible comes with easy-detach sissy bar, saddlebags, & windshield so you can convert from a full touring bike to a street cruiser in a matter of seconds!

The line up of 2010 Harleys

CVO Softail Convertable

Fat Boy Lo

I had never ridden a bike with floorboards and heel-toe shifter before, and I decided that the streets of New York City were probably not the best place to be trying out something new!  I currently own a Dyna® Super Glide®, so I opted for the Wide Glide® because it was most similar to what I was used to riding.  Jay chose to ride the Fat Boy® Lo.  We got geared up, took a few photos for posterity, and threw our legs over the iron steeds. 

Diana on Crossbones

At that point I realized we had a problem…my feet could not comfortably reach the forward controls!  Alright, now we were on to Plan B – I had to ride the Nightster®.  Not that there is anything wrong with a Nightster®, mind you…but I had begun my riding career on a 2001 XLH883 Hugger.  I have since moved up to my big-twin, and was a little disappointed that I had to go back to a Sporty.  Alas, they handed me the keys, and we were off for an amazing ride.

OK, the first block was a single lane, one way, construction zone with beat up pavement – we pretty much duck-walked the bikes up to the corner.  Maneuvering around the next few blocks was even more stressful.  There were pedestrians, taxis galore, traffic lights, and all kinds of distractions…not to mention the fact that I had no idea where we were going!  Construction and road closures made our trip “around the block” quite unnerving.  Then just as I saw a sign for Rt-9A, my husband and I got separated by a red light.  I probably could have made it through, but given that I thought we were going to die that morning when our cabbie tried to play chicken with an oncoming fire truck, I was not going to try.

Once the light finally changed, I found Jay waiting on the Fat Boy® Lo in a median area marked off with diagonal yellow lines.  Our turn was immediately to the right, and there was no way he could make it back across the traffic to make the turn.  So we continued straight and ended up going south on Rt-9A.  For a few moments I felt at ease.  I actually got into third gear and cruised for a few blocks past the Chelsea Pier toward downtown.
Soon we hit traffic and stoplights.  As annoying as this normally would have been, it allowed me to take in some of the sights and sounds in the area.  At one point, Jay turned over his shoulder, pointed, and called out to me “Go left!  Go left!”  So with every ounce of my being I managed to eke out a position in the left lane for us.  After that very stressful move (cutting in front of a taxicab), I became even more stressed that my husband was not moving over even though I had blocked the lane for him.  We were stopped in traffic again, and then he did move over.  But then he said “LOOK left, not GO left!”  He pointed emphatically to the left side of the road and said, “It’s Ground Zero!”  Oh my goodness, we were at Ground Zero!

A few blocks later we reached the U-turn at Battery Park.  Coming back up this section of the road we spent more time with our feet on the ground than the pegs, and the air-cooled engines began to get hot.  We were stopped so much that we were able to pull out the cameras while on the bikes and snap a shot or two as we motored back past Ground Zero.

ground Zero

Now heading north (as was the original plan), we were able to cruise fairly well going past the ship terminal where we had boarded a cruise ship for our honeymoon to Bermuda two summers back.  We continued almost all of the way to the George Washington Bridge as the traffic eased up and it didn’t really seem like we were in the city any more. 

Diana in new York on 2010 Nightster

We tried to turn around and found ourselves on Riverside Drive.  The shoulder was closed off to parking at the time (perhaps for street cleaning or something), so there was plenty of room to easily pull over and snap a few pics.  Jay asked me if I wanted to switch bikes and try the Fat Boy® Lo for a bit.  At this point I was feeling pretty comfortable, so I agreed…but not until I got a quick lesson in heel-toe shifters!

This bike really is low!  It was very comfortable, and I could reach all of the controls easily.  I very nervously took off for the first block or two.  It took a bit of getting used to when I needed to reach my foot forward in order to shift, but all in all it was great.  The floorboards were so comfortable that as I approached the first stop sign I almost forgot to put my feet down on the ground!

I rode the Fat Boy® Lo about 5 miles or so down Riverside.  Then we started to get back into some heavier traffic, and I decided to trade back to the Nightster®.  It was good to be on a bike I didn’t have to think about riding while maneuvering through the streets & traffic that needed my undivided attention.  There was one point where two streets were merging.  Jay managed to jump to the left and zip up the street while I was stuck between two cars each trying to push me out of my lane from opposite sides at the same time!

I had a fantastic time.  The rain didn’t even phase me.  At times the traffic stressed me out, but mostly it wasn’t nearly as bad as I had anticipated.  Looking back I still can’t believe that I was riding a brand new 2010 Harley-Davidson® with Wisconsin manufacturer plates on it through the streets of New York City!  The whole 18-hours still seems surreal.  Now I can’t help but feel that if I can ride a bike there, I can ride anywhere!