Remember the First Motorcycle You Rode?

My first motorcycle I believe was a 1981 Honda CB650, it was in poor condition and only ran for a couple weeks, but I’ll never forget those weeks. All that power just by a twisting you wrist!  What a feeling. 

When the 650 broke down I got a dirt cheap 80s Honda Aero 80. Riding a scooter is quite different than a motorcycle, but just as fun. I remember putting a gallon of gas in it and driving all week. 

After selling the scooter I left the country for a couple years and was without bike until I ended up at school in California. There I picked up a brand new 2002 Honda Shadow Spirit 750. What a bike it was!  My first new bike and I’ll never forget riding along the coast. That bike would be my transportation and recreation for about 7 years. 

Then several years ago I got a 1984 Honda CT110, thousands of miles of slow mo adventure would come with that bike. 

The next bike in the stable was a Skyteam 125 replica of a Honda Z50. Chinese manufactured but surprisingly fun running. (That’s the bike my sone is on). 

1977 Goldwing 

1980 CB750 Custom

2001 Royal Enfield Bullet 500 (right foot shift)

2015 Honda Grom

So many bikes so little time. 
Now I want a Honda CMX 500 Rebel. ūüėú

Thinking of Riding…

Winter is the hardest time for motorcycle riders in Utah.¬† The snow and ice makes riding difficult and even dangerous.¬† This year we have seen a lot of snow in my neck of the woods and while the white snow is magnificent I miss riding my bikes to work and having two wheeled adventures.¬† So, I turn to random and poorly edited videos stored eternally on YouTube.¬† Most of these are videos of adventures I’ve had with my brothers.¬† Besides my wife and kids I count these times riding with my brothers as some of the highlights of my life.

The above video was a great ride on the 1984 Honda CT110s with one of my little brothers.  We decided to take off and cross the Nevada desert and meet out other brothers and ride partners in the mountains of California.  While it spanned a long and wide desert it was one of my favorite ride experiences of all time.  The video shows little pieces of the adventure, like getting lost on fire roads trying to get to Reno, a night ride we did not want to do, and almost rolling over a little rattle snake (as well as some good shots of my brother almost wiping out on some gravel roads near a railroad as we tried to make our way in to CA).

These videos are poorly made and roughly edited, but as I watch this film and others I’m flooded with memories and feelings.¬† I’m feeling my mortality more and more these days and good memories have become sweeter with time.

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Just Back From Yellowstone Snowmobile Trip.

What a beautiful place Yellowstone is in the winter.  We saw bison, coyote, swan, eagles, geese, ducks and even little flies that live in the thermophilic pools near the hot springs. it was spectacular seeing the various snow machines that inhabit the deep snowy world of one of my favorite national parks.

Starting Again, It Is Worth It?

I (we) have been blogging over at the Trailone10.com site for the past few years. It has been fun to chronicle our misadventures and Epic Treks. We have traveled all over the southwest and down the west coast mostly on the backs of our trusty Honda Trail 110s.  What a ride it has been, memories that we will  cherish for as long as our brains hold out.

But time marches on and the¬†trailone10¬†site no longer really encompasses the riding I do. ¬†A good half of our riding group has opted to become more enduro riding focused and personnally I just don’t have the time or energy to get good enough to ride dirt on two wheels (but 4 wheels are¬†still on the menu).

My passion on a motorcycle is the pavement, and if a little dirt gets in the way that’s fine too, but single track is off my menu, at least on two wheels.

As my passion drives me towards old strange fairings and quirky bikes I find I’m not riding with a couple of my brothers as much. ¬†While this pains me I understand that we don’t always have the same goals and we don’t always see the world the same way. ¬†Hard to say if this lack of seeing eye to eye corresponds with my recent loss of faith a few years ago or not (some in my family think it does). ¬†Families can be complicated machines that get more interesting as they grow.

This year I really want to stretch the legs of my 1977 Honda Goldwing, the rough plan is to trek up to Oregon to possibly get a Langlitz jacket. Hopefully that would mean a couple thousand miles on the old girl.

More blogging to come when I get done going through sight words with my daughter ūüôā

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