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Thoughts and Tips
Here’s a guest post by Ania Todua at Motorcycle House. Links, pictures and opinions are hers. Read the rest of this entry
This past Monday morning was nice enough to take the bike to work. I was happily winding my way through the streets that make up my centre city neighbourhood, and was actually stopped at the intersection that marks the start of the Great Fire of 1892 when I noticed police cars and fire trucks on Freshwater Road. I quickly changed the trajectory of the Vstrom and went to take a look.
The fire had broken out in a vacant building, it used to be a business of sorts but had been empty for at least a year or so.
In a place where everything is around 100 years old, made of wood, and most buildings are attached, fires are kind of a big deal. Luckily this fire was so close to the fire hall (I’m actually standing in their parking lot taking the picture) that it didn’t take long for the crews to start fighting it.
After I tweeted a picture and informed drivers to avoid the area, I had to get a move on. I would’ve loved to hang around longer, get closer to the action, get some great pictures. For this “news junkie” motorcyclist, the ultimate dream job would be roving motorcycle reporter! It would be a summer-only gig obviously, but what a gig!
Brush fire? The TW200 could get me closer to the scene than any 4×4. Pile-up on the ORR with traffic at a standstill? I could ride up the median. Fire in the heart of the downtown? I’d employ some creative usage of the sidewalk.
Spring has a bad reputation around here. It’s season of rain, drizzle and fog; interspersed with snowstorms, freezing rain and the rare pleasant day that cumulates in sunburns throughout the entire population.
So why do I love it so much?
Because it’s the season of hope. It’s a time to make plans to pack as much enjoyment as possible into the tiny window of time that we call summer.
Day-long excursions with lunches at tiny out-of-way cafes…the simplicity and satisfaction of motorcycle camping…a cold beer by the fire after a day exploring…hikes to see spectacular oceanside scenery…calm mornings on Quidi Vidi lake…motorcycle commuting…off-road adventures on the TW200…these are the things that I look forward to each spring.
What does spring mean for you?
Each winter, I implore the gods of weather to take pity on this poor little rock in the North Atlantic, and send us an early spring. A “real” spring, like we see on TV. Blue skies, brilliant sunshine, soft breezes…little birds singing to each other while the first crocuses push their way up from their long winters nap. Most years the weather gods laugh at my pseudo-prayers, and blanket the North East Avalon with thick wet fog and bitter winds, occasionally interspersed with a blizzard or ice storm.
But not this year. I’ve been wanting to write up a post since my first 2016 ride on March 27 (MARCH 27!) but I’m superstitious and was afraid that I would jinx it and not get the bike out again until May.
I might be in the minority here, but during the months that I can’t ride, the areas of my brain usually taken up with motorcycle stuff gets sub-let to all sorts of other interests. But after that first ride of the season, the “lease is up”, so to speak. Now my free time is spent perusing the online motorcycle classifieds, studying Google maps to find out -of-the-way destinations, and reading blogs by riders much more adventurous and interesting than myself. It’s good to be back.
Here’s a few pictures from our *early* rides this year. Looking forward to a long riding season!
March 27, 2016. Still looks very much like winter, temps just above freezing. Went for a little ride around the prettier parts of the city.
April 2, 2016. First ride on the Vstrom. Temperature was around 14 C (57F), warm enough for highway riding. Lots of bikes out that day!
On April 20/21, we were hit with a snow storm that dumped 50cm (over 1.5 feet) on us. Thanks to the warmth of the spring sun, we were riding again a couple of days later!
At the time of writing this, a blizzard has shuttered most businesses in St. John’s (yay snow day!) and the fierce north easterly wind is making my old house creak. Winter in Newfoundland stirs primeval urges to curl up by a heat source and eat copious amounts of carbohydrates in an effort to produce an insulating fat layer to keep warm. A few centuries of living on the edge of survival in an incredibly harsh climate tends to warp DNA a little, I figure.
If you live in a place where you can ride your motorcycle all year around, you don’t understand the psychology of the “off-season”. Some people call it “PMS” – Parked Motorcycle Syndrome – characterized by irritability, gloomy attitude, looking longingly out the window, and pervasive thoughts of relocation to warmer climes.
But the off-season doesn’t HAVE to be a bad thing. In sports, the off-season is a time to rest and repair, cross-train and work on deficiencies and weaknesses so that you can be better than last year. Some of you might think it odd that I look at riding in the same light as athletic pursuits, but there are more similarities than differences. Riding a motorcycle exacts a physical and mental toll, and if you’re a good rider you’re always trying to figure out ways to be better. Why not use the winter to prepare for riding season? Read the rest of this entry
2015 was a year of many “firsts” for me. First Regatta, first marathon, and first time doing some real off-roading. I’d been wanting a dual purpose for awhile, and there was never any question of the one I wanted – the Yamaha TW200. I hadn’t ridden one, I didn’t know anyone who owned one and even online reviews were few and far between.
The online articles I was able to find pretty much branded the TW as a “pitbike”; a plaything to strap to the back of an RV and explore a few trails here and there. Sure, it’s good at that. But the TW can be so much more, especially for novice dirt riders. The TW200 actually has two more horsepower than the ubiquitous CBR125, and it’s much more versatile. So why aren’t they more popular?
I bought my lovely little Yamaha TW200 back in April, and took to the trails bedecked completely in street-riding gear. I didn’t want to jump completely into a whole new wardrobe, so it took a little time for me to realize what dirt-specific articles I truly needed. I was wearing my old Harley boots off-road (I couldn’t bear the thought of getting my Elsinores covered in mud), but with the Regatta and a marathon looming in late summer I was ultra-paranoid of busting up a foot or ankle. Boots became the first thing on the shopping list.
Back when I was young and foolish I packed up my belongings into my Oldsmobile and set out across the country, to seek my fortune in Edmonton, Alberta. What should have been an epic 6000km (3750 mile) roadtrip across Canada was reduced to a blur of gas stations, Tim Hortons restaurants and the seemingly endless Trans Canada Highway. I drove hammer down through eight provinces and I didn’t take one picture. I was determined to “make good time”, stopping so infrequently that when I finally did arrive at my destination I was so used to moving at highway speed that I was dizzy for a week. That was pre-motorcycle me.
We lost a member of the motorcycle community last weekend. I didn’t know the guy personally, but when a motorcyclist is killed doing what he/she loved, we all feel it. There were also at least four other motorcycle accidents in the province in the past week. Along with the twinge of sickness I feel in the pit of my stomach whenever I hear about a bike accident, it also drives home the fact that what we love to do is very dangerous.
When we’re riding, we are protected by only two things: Our gear and our skills. I won’t turn this into a debate of ATGATT* but personally I wear the best quality gear I can afford, whether it’s 5 degrees or 25. I realize that proper gear is not a forcefield that surrounds you, protecting you from all bodily injury. In a very bad crash, it doesn’t matter what you wear. BUT in many accidents it means the difference between walking away and spending weeks in the hospital recovering from severe road rash.
The crashes this week have gotten me questioning the extent of my riding skills. If someone doesn’t see me and pulls out in front of me, would I be able to get on the brakes with enough force to stop quickly while maintaining control of the bike? I’m not sure.
Most of us learn the life-saving accident avoidance skills on tiny 250’s during the motorcycle skills course. We get our license, get bigger bikes, and the next time we have to panic stop we lock up the wheels and crash because we had no idea how our own bike handles when pushed to the limit. Avalon Motorsports teach an advanced course designed for seasoned riders where you use your own bike and learn advanced brake and evade techniques. I took this course a few years ago, and the class was nowhere near capacity. I guess most people figure it’s unnecessary, which is a shame because I felt a lot more confident on my Sportster after taking the course. That being said, I now ride a Vstrom with completely different handling and anti-lock brakes. I need to re-learn my brake and evade skills.
Let this be a wake-up call to everyone who rides a motorcycle, whether you put on 300km a year or 30,000. Print off some avoidance drills (The Battley Blog is a great site) and find a big empty parking lot on a Saturday or Sunday morning. Start off conservatively and practise until you’re comfortable. When you take the bike out in the spring, head for the parking lot again.
Ride safe everyone.
*ATGATT: Stand for “all the gear, all the time”. Motorcycle safety mantra.
I currently own three bikes that serve three distinct purposes. I’m often asked what bike I like the most, and while I can’t really answer that question in a straight-forward way, I have to say that I have the most fun on my Yamaha TW200. If you’ve never ridden a small off-road bike, you may not fully understand where I’m coming from. So here are a half dozen reasons why it makes sense for a motorcycle enthusiast to add a dual-purpose bike to his/her garage. Read the rest of this entry