Tuesday, April 1, 2014

ST1300

ST1300


After considering this model of bike for over 10 years I came across one in Parma,Ohio (Cleveland suburb) that I did not want to pass up.
So after work on Friday,21 March 2014,my friend Ken Koren drove me out there and I rode it home to Detroit.
The ride went well and even though the Temps dipped down to 34 degrees,I stayed warm with my heated jacket liner.
The bike is amazing and will be my long distance machine in the future.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

LAKE MICHIGAN 1000 - IRON BUTT ASSOCIATION

Lake Michigan loop  1000      
      Archives- 8 June 2007     
       1, 005 miles   About 20 hours

         Shortly after realizing that Capital Harley Davidson in Lansing, MI was organizing an Iron Butt Association sanctioned ride I visited and registered for it.
          My friend and co-worker Ken Koren came along and signed up to attempt his first Saddlesore 1,000.
          Ken would ride his 2003 100th Anniversary Gold Key Package Electra Glide Classic and I would be riding my 2003 100th Anniversary Ultra Classic Shriner with 34,131 miles on it.


KEN KOREN


GAS GUY

Basicly, we would be riding clockwise around Lake Michigan starting and ending in Lansing.



          The ride leader and organizer was Herm Bushnell. He was 74 years old on this ride and was riding a 1984 Evo Tourglide with 250,000 miles on it.
          Ward Blanchard was also on this ride and he was 84 years old!
          There were approximatly 50 riders participating.
          Glenn Pancoast of Lansing was also on this ride. He is a big time long distance rider having rode and finished in multiple 11 day 11,000 mile Iron Butt Rallys, and a pile of Certificate rides.
          Kenny and I rode the 85 miles from my house to the dealership and signed in for the 8:00 pm start. These late starts are tough though, as I would rather start early in the morning.
          Shortly after pulling out of the dealership we were hustling down I-69 South towards Fort Wayne, Indiana.
          We stopped in Fort Wayne for a mandatory Fuel receipt at about 120 miles into the ride.
          From Fort Wayne we hammered across US-30 to Frankfort, Illinios for our second mandatory fuel receipt. At this point it was 11:33 pm central time and 265 miles into the ride.
          During this section on US-30 we were trying to stay with Glenn Pancoast on his BMW 1200 GSA, and did so for awhile but he could pull away at will on that bike. We saw him at the gas station in Frankfort, Ill, but that would be the last time on the ride. (A few months later while Glenn was participating in the 2007 Iron Butt Rally(11,000 miles, 11 days) his final drive blew up and knocked him out of the rally.)
          I also had a close call with a car pulling out in front of me on US-30.
          I momentarily had to lock up the rear brakes to avoid him. The Harleys front brakes were always weak so I usually ended up locking up the rear to Scrub Speed.
          Now we turned North and rode through the West side of Chicago.
          At one of the lights in Chicago, Herm Bushnell and a couple of other riders pulled up alongside of us.
          Herm looked over at us and said, "There's no Butt like an Iron Butt."
          Just over the Wisconsin State line we stopped at a gas station in Bristol at 2:11 AM Central time to have some coffee and put on some cold weather gear as the temps were dropping.
          As we sipped our coffee and chatted we could hear the occasional Harley roar by and knew it was some of the riders from our group.
          It made the ride interesting as you kept leap frogging each other and meeting up at different times throughout the ride.


          Back on the road and just before entering Milwaukee we came across one of our riders on a 1984 Honda Goldwing 1200 on the side of the road. His transmission had gone out and he was out of the ride. He had already made a call so with help on the way we rolled on Northward.
          Milwaukee passed quickly as there was virtually no traffic in the middle of the night but shortly after Milwaukee my headlights went out and I cautiously pulled over to the shoulder as we were in a completely  dark stretch of road with no lights.
          Ken held the flashlight as I pulled my Sidecover and replaced the fuse for the headlight circuit and we were back in business. I had a high power headlight bulb in the bike (like an 80/60 H4 bulb) and the flipping back and forth from high to low beam along with the passing lamps burning must have spiked the system and popped the fuse.
          Somewhere in the vicinity of Green Bay we witnessed the spectacular sunrise to our right over Lake Michigan.
          This was pretty much the half way point at around 500 miles and 10.5 hours.
          The rising sun gave us motivation as we ground along up into the Upper Penninsula of Michigan with stunning views of Lake Michigan and before we knew it we were rolling into Escananba.
          As we continued along the North Shore of Lake Michigan on US-2 I was battling the sleepiness I always encounter a while after the sun has risen and I've been up all night.
          Even though I had quit smoking years ago, occasionally I would have one and was craving one right now, so the next stop I bought a pack and burned a few during this stretch of road.
          Along US-2 we stopped at some nice sandy pull offs along the lake and watched the choppy water crash upon the shore as we had a southerly wind pushing the water and the cold air from it towards us.



          It was also along US-2 that I remember a rider purring by us on his GL1800 Goldwing and thinking to myself thats the bike to be on.
          I also had to lock up the brakes because I was following Ken too close while gawking at the lake at the same time he was stopping to enter a pull off, but I avoided him.
          Eventually the mighty Mackinac Bridge loomed in the distance.
          We payed our $2.50,saving the mandatory Bridge receipt with the date and time along with our written odometer reading and started off across the bridge to the Lower Penninsula. It was 12:30 Eastern time in the afternoon and we had knocked down 750 miles at this point.



          We hustled down I-75 to US-127 and the final blast into Lansing and the finish at Capital Harley Davidson with approximately 4 hours to spare.
          After turning in our paperwork we still had a 85 mile ride home. So counting to and from the start it was an 1,175 mile day.
          Ride Statistics
          1,005 miles
          20 hours
          27 gallons of fuel consumed
          $3.40 gallon (premium)
          $93.97 fuel cost
          37. 2 mpg average
          32.8 mpg Low
          43.5 mpg High

KEN KOREN-Worn out but victorious !!!


GAS GUY-Ready for bed !!!


Tuesday, January 21, 2014

2005 - Archive - SADDLESORE 1000 - IRON BUTT ASSOCIATION

My first Iron Butt Association Saddlesore 1000            Archives      10 AUG 2005
More than 1000 miles in less than 24 hours.
          The original plan was to leave very early on Thursday morning, but that was not to be.
          Wednesday morning I went to work as us usual and figured I would get to be early that evening and try to leave on the ride at 6:00 am, since the bike was already packed and ready to go.
          At 7:00 pm I went to bed hoping to be well rested in the morning.
          By 8:15pm I realized I was so anxious and excited about the ride there was no way I was going to get any sleep. And might as well take off now.
          So, by 9:00 pm I had a fuel reciept in hand along with 5 gallons of fuel and heading South, leaving the Detroit Suburbs behind.
          My bike of choice in those days was a 2003 Harley Davidson ultra classic electraglide. It was a beautiful Artic White shriner 100th Anniversary model that I bought brand new from Cement City, MI in the Irish Hills Area at Town & Country Harley Davidson.
          The odometer was at 19,012 miles at the start of the ride and the machine was meticulously maintained by myself. The route was not set in stone. The Virginia Coast was the final destination as I was going to visit my dad there and have him and his girlfriend be the End witnesses.
          A couple of routing options that covered the miles were in my head and I figured I would just play it by ear... I mean time.
          Ohio passed by quickly while cruising along at 70 mph down Interstate 75 south.
          Shortly after entering Kentuky it started to get stressful. It was between 1 and 2 am and I had already been awake for 21 hours, since I worked the day before and left out without sleep.
          To add to this, the fog and cold was setting in while passing though the mountains of Appalachia.
          Visibility was very limited as the lighting on my Harley was mediocre at best with the vintage passing lights.
          You could see the fog floating past across the interstate and condensating on my windsheild.
          This was also before I started using heated gear. The lack of sleep, cold, and poor visibility due to inadequate lighting was very fatiguing.
          As I was approaching Knoxville I decided I would stop in at the Scottish Inn just off of the freeway at exit 110 and get a few hours of sleep since I was familiar with this motel that my dad lived in for awhile and I rode down and visited here during Easter 2004.
          It was 6:00 AM as I entered room 208 and immediatly fell asleep with my alarm set for 9:00 AM.
          I didn't want to sleep very long because I was going to need all the time I could get considering I wanted to ride some of the Blue Ridge Parkway. The BRP is 40-45 mph. Sloooow.
          I could not believe they gave me room 208. That was the same room my dad stayed in for a long time. What are the chances of that? Strange!!!
          I just shut my eyes and the alarm was screaming at me!
          Up and across the road to the fuel station and immediatly back on the road punching through Knoxville TN, enroute to Ashville, NC.
          After getting turned around in Ashville looking for the entrance to the BRP I eventually stopped and asked for directions.
          Finally, on the Parkway and cruising along the ridges of the Appalachian moutains. Soaking up the sun and the spectacular scenery. This was just the recharge I needed.
I wanted to follow the BRP all the way to 64 but that was not to be. After doing some quick time/distance calculations in my head I knew I had to bail off of the BRP after a little over 200 miles of Bliss.
So after crossing Interstate 77, I jogged around the back of roads until finding an enterance onto I77 North.
          With a couple hundred miles left to go and thin on time I had to devour some miles.
          I shot up I77 North to 81 N and exited on I64 East for the final stretch of the route as I started the descent down towards Newport News, and sea level.
          At this point I was approaching 1000 miles with approximatly 1 hour left, but I wanted a cushion in case of any errors in calculations.
          So, just after entering Richmod VA, I wound her down and took possesion of my last fuel recipt and ending time stamp with 35 minutes to spare.
1,050 miles in 23 hours and 25 minutes !!!!
 With an amazing feeling at elation I can now relax and make the final push to Dad's and have him sign my forms as my end witness.
Another 50 miles and I pulled into Dad's motel done for the day with about 1,100 miles.
In those days I was young and foolish so I didnt wear earplugs.Along with not wearing earplugs I only wore a half helmet and the bike had Kerker performance mufflers and a shorty windshield.So after a ride like this I would lay in bed and I could still hear the roar of the big V-Twin and the wind and see the road passing in my mind.Live and learn.
When the certificate arrived there was a handwritten note on the envelope.
It said "That was a wild route ! Welcome to the Insanity ! Mike Kneebone
Here are some of the ride statistics(certified portion of ride)
1,050 miles
26.6 gallons of fuel burned(premium)
39.42 average Miles Per Gallon
$66.57 total fuel costs @ $2.50 gallon(premium)
47.10 High MPG (205 miles on the BRP)
38 Low MPG (high speed Interstate)

I hung around for a day or two and rode to Yorktown and ate breakfast at the Duke of York restaurant/motel.
On the way home I rode the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel to the DelMarVa penninsula.The sunrise on the Chesapeake Bay Bridge was pretty cool,although going under the ocean in the tunnel sections is somewhat eerie !!


After riding up through Ocean City,Maryland and Delaware I jumped on the Pennsylvania Turnpike and rode it out to the Ohio Turnpike and next thing you know I was pulling in at home.
Another succesful ride in the books and my first Saddlesore 1000 completed as well.
 

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Bears in Cades Cove 2013

   This summer while in Cades Cove in the Tennessee side of the Smoky Mountains I came across 4 bears in the trees eating leaves.





KLIM gear

  KLIM Adventure gear is the Bomb !!!
You will have to excuse the picture,It was a long day in the saddle !! LOL !!

Milford Mini Trials

  Last week while out at the Bent Fenders mini Trial I tested out "BIFF"s 2009 GAS GAS RAGA 300 that he just picked up in New York.