Roadglide Geezer At 156,000 Miles

Thoughts of a Old Roadglide Geezer at 156 thousand miles: Great on the highway, but low-speed handling and parking suck due to weight and high center of gravity. Each time she layed down was a memorable event requiring human or mechanical assistance. "Dirt biking" up to the fire tower, gravel parking, rain-slick stop signs, all treacherous: easy to lay her down, hard to get her back up. Just like one of my old girlfriends, back in the day. I carry a small scissor jack now. And those tar snakes are the work of the devil.

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Motorcycles and Photography

Motorcycles and Photography: Always liked both, so when I started going to rides and events it clicked. The photo above is of Skinner and Kitty on route to Marcus Dairy. I made my darkroom in the space near the oil burner. It had a sink, a red light bulb, beer and rock and roll. The oil burner would come on loud for heat or hot water and I would have to turn up the music and drink more beer. It was kinda like my own little private party developing pictures but I think the music might have woken my sleeping family upstairs, so I'd turn off the oil burner to be more quiet, then forget to turn it back on and we'd all wake up in the middle of the night freezing. I spent a lot of time under that red bulb developing, making prints and breathing fixer fumes but it kept me out of trouble, somewhat. Most of my riding shots were taken with a 28mm wide angle lens, at f8 or f11 set for hyperfocal distance. EASYRIDERS, IN THE WIND, BIKER, and more. Here's a complete list of my published...

First Ride To Sturgis

It was our first ride to Sturgis on the new Superglide and we rode through torrential down pours, truck gauntlets, Chicago traffic jams, unrelenting midwest sunglare and crossed the mighty Mississippi. We’d set our daily limit at 500 miles per day, an easy goal west of the Mississippi; we spent our first Sturgis night in Wall. Badlands was spectacular, but hot and dry, so we headed west looking for a bar. In New Underwood, we found “The Worlds Smallest Biker Bar,” a friendly place where the bartender held coins between her cheeks and dropped them into a cup.

Sturgis to Hallelujah Junction

I'm glad the tequila is gone. Said goodbye to Mike and LuAnn and headed south into the Black Hills: Custer State Park. Rode the "Wildlife Loop" and saw a couple of antelope and buffalo. Rode through the town of Custer: a clusterfuck of tourists, traffic, bikers, and folks dressed up as pioneers. Hah…folks dressed up as bikers. I waited for the same traffic light four times! Glad to get out of there. Gassed up in Newcastle, Wyoming, and took route 450 to Wright, desolate, nothing but antelope for 70 miles, and hot ninety five degrees. Made it to Casper just before the rain. Had a dream my tooth fell out. Woke up and it was still there. Route 220 out of Casper, lots of antelope, and 287 to Rawlins, where we found I 80 west. Crossed the Continental Divide three times: once on 220, once on 287, and once on I 80. Temps. on the high prairie ranged in the high 80's, but once we descended into Salt Lake City,...

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