Category Archives: On the road

Bearings can skate, apparently

On the road, I never stop at any of the H-D boutiques I fly by, unless I need an oil change or a part. I’m an oil-change fanatic in the sense that at every 5,000 miles (8,000 km), the old oil and filter gets dumped, no matter where I am. I use synthetic oil – anything but the H-D brand when I do it myself. After all, the engine in my bagger is air cooled, and the proven high temperature protection against oil breakdown provided by synthetic oil versus dino oil gives my engine all the heat protection that it needs.

Volumes have been written about the differences between synthetic versus dino oil. Early on in the motorcycle synthetic oil debate, mechanics would declare synthetic oil to be “too slippery” for the H-D evo and twinkie engines and their bearings, and thus “bearing skate” would occur. That statement was, and still is, a complete crock of shit, of course. Synthetic oil works just fine, and in fact, H-D now sells its own brand of synthetic oil which comes installed from the factory in many of their newest engines. How times change.

I must give the H-D dealerships their due. In most instances, their service departments will take a traveler just riding through and give him priority for things like tire changes in the event of a flat, or an oil and a filter change. My last flat tire was down south in New Mexico a couple of years ago. I got priority then in Santa Fe.

I was in and out of Winchester’s H-D boutique dealership in an hour, which gave me time for a sandwich in their deli. Not bad, since the deli was completely unexpected.

To make it all easy, I use H-D’s atlas for an annual up to date listing of dealers in all of the western hemisphere. Handy as hell.

My only wish is that indy’s would provide some kind of a listing of their locations, but of course that’s an impossibility. I would prefer to use and support an indy and his business if I could.

U.S. 50, Grafton WV

Yesterday on the Ohio turnpike, I watched dumbfounded as an auto with a driver too stupid to slow down in the pouring rain, did 360s and hydroplaned into the ditch beside me. Dumbass.

U.S 50 east of Grafton, West Virginia, is a fantastic little narrow two-lane road with twists and turns and leafy canopy that covers the roadway and obscures the sky. Grades are seven to nine per cent. There are switchbacks and hairpins, with room for lots of floorboard-dragging. In places it widens out, but for the most part it remains narrow and twisty — just the thing after days of interstate riding.

U.S. 50 east of Grafton WV

Here’s what I mean

I’m holed up on the 50 in Romney at the Koolwink Motel. It’s a quaint little place, fully modern with a “retro” feel. It’s been around since 1936, and has been continuously upgraded ever since. It’s well kept up and has all the amenities, including wireless, microwave and fridge. Current owners have had it since 1955.

The Koolwink Motel on U.S. 50

The Koolwink Motel fits perfectly with U.S. 50 through West Virginia

Notes from the road

The Indiana Turnpike is a piece of trash. I wonder where Indiana spends the tolls it receives?

On the other hand, the Ohio Turnpike is bliss. Obviously, Ohio spends their turnpike tolls in the right places.

If you must eat it and beat it, a quick-stop at MickyD’s for three chicken fingers isn’t too bad. Forgo the fries — too salty.

Nobody can drive worth a shit around the cities in the east. You’d think they were all q-tips and bluehairs on the roads. They’d never be able to cut it in LA.

Number of cars seen with McCain stickers: 1

Number of cars seen with Kerry stickers: 1

Umm… wasn’t John Kerry so eight years ago?

Throwaway technology

Back in Monticello, Minnesota, I picked up a throw-away phone to replace my own that ceased to work in the middle of nowhere. I wanted to call ahead to an H-D dealer to arrange for an oil change, but to no avail with my existing cell phone. That’s a first for me. I’ve probably dropped it one time too many.

The throw-away is a nice little unit with 300 minutes and/or 60 days of talk time, all for $29.95. It’s also SIMcarded, which means I should be able to use it anywhere in the world with the simple addition of a new SIM card.

Obviously, I’m not planning on throwing it away.

Modern technology. Ain’t it grand?

Tourist trap

Back in the day – the 70s, actually – I visited the Wisconsin Dells for an interesting side trip to see the geology of the place. Obviously, even then, the town of the same name was around, catering in a slightly more primitive way back then to the summer tourists and their children out for a weekend or a day of fun in the sun.

It’s changed since then into a tourist trap of immense proportion. On a quick ride-through I discovered nothing – yet everything – was exactly the same, but in a bigger and more expensive way. The traffic is a horror story. The crowd has turned into an older caricature of itself, from young children to older teens and twenty-somethings hell bent on a party atmosphere. There’s plenty of dumb building-fronts to lure the young kids and their parents in, of course.

And of course there are the roller coasters, bigger and better. The same old woodies are there too, looking just a little sad and under-used. What a shame.

I bought gas and departed, post haste.

Boredom sets in

No casual breakfast restaurants today. I had to make do with the bagel and juice courtesy of the hotel. I took an apple too. My life is so boring that I’m writing about apples.

The 694 past Minneapolis is a breeze and makes getting past both cities a piece of cake.

The 94 south of Minneapolis is a nice drive, all green and treed, but unfortunately the speed and the traffic removes all the fun. So much for an interstate ride. Traffic is a downer on these highways. What can I say that’s good? Umm… well, one can make time. But that’s about all.

Can you tell I’m bummed by the interstate highway system? Furthermore, I have two more days of the 80 east – well, the 80 breaks off and I ride over the 76 and the 70. I’m hoping that Saturday and Sunday won’t be too bad for traffic. Is that a possibility in the day of four dollar+ gas?

700 miles to go. I could do it in a day, but why bother? I’m actually looking forward to getting off of the interstate system and riding the back roads on Sunday.

I have a severe case of interstate boredom. What’s the cure?