Sunday, August 28, 2016

Serendipity in York, PA

Some decisions on motorcycles carry an incredible weight, and they are made in hundredths of a second, the brain focusing on all of the available stimuli to make a choice that could have repercussions for a long time. Or, if we're being frank, a really short time. Additionally, there is sometimes a need to override those "natural" responses (you're supposed to slow down when you're in a turn, right? Um. No.) to maintain your well-being. On the Tale of the the Dragon, I saw a guy with a shirt that read "When in doubt, Throttle Out" and it was a solid reminder that so many of our dilemmas on bikes are solved by a very counterintuitive twist of the right wrist.

And then there are decisions that really seem to make very little difference. Like the one I was offered here: right or left?

I had already had the kind of day that riders wish for, especially at this time of year. The humidity was down, a rarity for Pennsylvania of late and the first break we have had in about a month, and the temperature was in the 80s, instead of the usual 90s, or more recently the spikes peaking into the 100s.

I was rolling through York County, a place I usually reserve for riding to work. I have an office in the city, and there are a couple of back roads I can take that are under-travelled, especially in the early morning hours I am on them, making the 35 mile jaunt roll away beneath me. Historically, though, the White Rose City and the surrounding region are a little more crowded than I like, though still not approaching it's Red Rose cousin, Lancaster, which has become completely unrideable on a bike. With York, the problem is not so much the density of the traffic, but the lack of places to pull around and pass. People are generally more aware and respectful of riders, even pulling over to let me pass, and I think the Harley-Davidson plant in York has more than a little to do with that. You won't find that courtesy in Lancaster, a fantastic city (especially if you love to eat, as I do), but now influenced by settlers from Philadelphia, DC, Baltimore, and even NYC.

But today I decided to visit York and just see what I could find, and what I found was this decision: right or left? I looked to my right from the bridge I was sitting upon, and the scene was so lovely, I made my decision to follow that. Right on. Note to self: this water looks trouty, and should be explored properly with a fly rod.

And, the next thing I knew, I was on one of the prettiest roads I have ever been on.

Several years ago, the family took a trip to Arizona, and on the advice of my father, I took State Routes 89 and 179 from Flagstaff to Sedona. It's not often that a road, a slab of concrete or asphalt thrown through Mother Nature, has the power to move the soul, but there is no other way to describe what happened to me on that road. I wanted to pull over after each turn, each revelation of a greater depth of beauty, each vista and overlook more powerful and majestic than the last. It had a similar effect on my wife and, even more telling, my teenage daughter.    

Two roads cannot be more different than these two, the bizarre red-rocked Mars-scape of Arizona contrasting drastically with the tree-lined verdant tunnel I had found, but the effect was the same. These old growth trees had grown up and up, but also filled in the empty spaces, desperately seeking out the sunlight that allows them to survive and thrive, and the result was a jade tunnel, stretching for several miles on a twisty road.

There was something healing in that place, something powerful and primordial, ancient, and the visceral nature of riding a motorcycle combined beautifully with this stretch of road and these trees. I wanted to stop every ten feet and take a picture (though something is almost always lost in this translation, more than just turning a three dimensional view into a flat, two dimensional one, we lose the spirit of a place. It is a rare photographer who can capture this, like Ansel Adams, I suppose. Rare indeed, and I am not that guy.). I wanted to get off the bike and lay down in this forest forever, like Odysseus and his shipmates in the land of the lotus eaters. At the same time, I wanted to never stop and never get off the bike ever again. Mostly, I wanted it to just go on forever and ever.

It doesn't go on forever, of course. No road or ride or even life ever does, and sooner or later we come out on the other side. It's one of the things I love the most about riding, not the end, but this serendipitous exploration and discovery, and those magical moments when the deepest, most profound discovery is not the one we make outside our helmet, but within ourselves.  

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Central PA Ride

I did a couple of local rides in Central PA, just noodling around some familiar haunts. Waggoner's Gap is a short jaunt from home, and I can run a one, two, or three hour ride from here, depending on how long the honey-do list is for the weekend. This was just a short run, but perhaps mercifully so, as it was already more than 90 degrees at 9.30 AM.

The view from the top is beautiful, even when it is hazy, hot, and humid, like it's been for the past two weeks here.

Occasionally, a Sasquatch shows up, too - ARGH!!!

I also rode down Duffield Road to Duffield, PA, which would be completely unremarkable, except that my last name is Duffield. So, that was kind of cool.

I don't know if it is EVER going to cool off, but these leaves reminded me of the promise of Autumn.

So, what's a person to do to cool off? If there is a better answer than Igloo Ice Cream in Shippensburg, PA, I don't know what it is. It's worth the trip, no matter how long the trip...

...though, it should be noted, that blue-black bruise in the sky to the right is a harbinger. Something wicked this way comes, and it involves rain, gale-force winds that had us leaning hard to the left, and lightning. It was the lightning that finally had us ducking for cover...


Saturday, August 13, 2016


I committed to wearing All The Gear All The Time (ATGATT) on day 1 of riding. I got a pair of Olympia pants, a textile jacket, and a pair of Sidi boots on massive sale. My helmet was an HJC flip up and I had a pair of leather gloves. Not bad, but not the best out there, either. The pants were especially awful, with no breatheability at all.

Recently, I started upgrading my gear I got a pair of MotoPort pants, lightly used, and loved them. The Kevlar is even more abrasive-resistant than leather and it breathes. I also got a pair of Alpinestars gloves that are mesh and reinforced with hard plastic. Much better, and again, breathable. I upgraded the jacket too a MotoPort as well, then added a Shoei helmet.

I feel even more comfortable on the bike now, especially in the heat, and my gear is all top quality. I feel so much safer AND cooler.

The reason I mention this is that today I had something hit me on the knee while I was riding. I'm not sure if it was tossed from the car in front of me, flipped up from their tire, or fell from an overhanging branch. All I know is that it hit me square on the knee...and bounced right off.

And that is why I roll ATGATT.

Saturday, July 30, 2016

Scenes from My Commute

I spent some time commuting to work this week. I knew it was going to be hot later, so I gauged where the sun was goig to be at the end of the day, and made sure my whip would be in the shade. It only took me a coouple of years of riding to figure this one out. 


I love these back country roads. Berks County, Pennsylvania. It always surprising to me how quickly Pennsylvania gets rural outside of her cities and towns.

The first rule of Italian riding: what's behind you doesn't matter. Unless it's miles and miles of beautiful winding roads. 

Wednesday, July 20, 2016


I got some FARKLES (Freaking Awesome Really Kool Likely Expensive) for the bike. Wings that are designed to improve airflow up and over the helmet, rather than directly blasting me in the face. That's an improvement.

The view from the cockpit. You can see them lower and to the sides of the windscreen.

I also added a Ram Mount to hold my phone, so I can use it as a GPS system.

I also added a cruise control. I can't understand how a Ducati Multistrada has a keyless start system and does NOT have cruise control. What are they thinking?

Sunday, July 17, 2016

Southcentral PA Noodling

I went for a ride with my buddies Roger, Vern, and Brad. Roger showed up with his recently completed redo of his gorgeous Ducati 990. I love this bike!

Our crew is an eclectic group, to say the least. When you see groups of riders out and about, there is almost always a unifying theme. Harley riders, crotch-rocket kids, veterans, gangs, and the like. But we have Brad's long-distance sport tourer (Kawasaki Concours), Vern's cruiser (Harley-Davidson), Roger's 990, and my dual-sport adventure bike. I sometimes wonder what people think when they see the four of us, especially people who know riding. Truth be told, the thing that brings us togetheer is going to the same Bible study for more that a dozen years and a love of riding.

We took back roads down to a scenic overlook, King's Gap, which offers a spectaculaar view of the entire Cumberlandd Valley. It's funny, I used to live near there and never knew it existed until quite recently. We wound our way up to the top and looked out. It was amazing. Took a quick snap, and then we were back in the saddle for the next section.

From here we went to the South Mountain Restoration Center. This is an intriguing spot, once used to help kids with tuberculosis recover. It's at a higher elevation (1600 feet) and it help clear the patients. Today, most of it sits idle.

We rode down out of here, and shortly thereafter saw an 8+ foot snake in the road. I don't normally get the heebies with snakes, but this was easily the largest snake I have ever seen. I'm glad we all misssed it on our bikes, especially since it was World Snake Day.

We rode through Michaux State Forest and Caledonia State Park, out the other side to Waynesboro, home of the Frontier BBQ. This is some of the nicest riding in the region, and we were not disappointed. We got to the Frontier and parked in next to some likeminded BBQ lovers.

I think anytime you arrive at a place that has the words "hickory smoked" and "bullhawg sandwich" on the walls, you're in for something special.

I was torn. I wanted a brisket sandwich, 100% beef slow-cooked to absolute perfection. But, I also wanted a bullhawg,, a half-beef, half-pork, monstrosity of godzilla-like proportions, designed to be eaten/slurped/chewed/worn with reckless abandon. So, I did what any redblooded American would do. I ordered them both, with a coke.

I'm not mentioning names, but one of those fools ordered a DIET. Like that's going to make a difference.

On the way out, II saw an old street rod. It was really cool, but the last time I was here, the chainsaw artist had a 9 foot sasquatch. It was nowhere to be seen this time, and I was seriously bummed. Bigfoot is for real.

Here is a shot of me with my Squatchy friend. Better days - hope you are well.

Monday, July 11, 2016

One More Pixxor

I had to get the obligatory Tale of the Dragon photo, so here it is. Me on my Multi, absolutely loving life.