"It's not the destination, it's the ride!"
Photo credit: Atlanta Highway Indian Motorcycle
A bit early since I have not yet retired but this 2019 Indian Chieftain Classic is my retirement present to myself for all my years of working for a living. My dad rode an Indian before I was born so I expect he would have been proud of this black and cream beauty as my selection. Her color scheme reminds me of a police motorcycle so I named her "Bear" in honor of our public protectors. Her nickname is "Yona" the Cherokee Indian word for bear. This model has three selectable ride modes (touring, standard and sport). It almost feels like I'm switching between cams! The stereo sound system is techy awesome too. I was skeptical about having stereo on a motorcycle but it actually works quite well. I love the modern performance engineering combined with the beautiful Indian Motorcycle legacy tailoring. I especially like how her saddlebags and front fairing design was inspired by the 1940-50s era streamlined locomotive art deco styling. (My grandfather was a railroad engineer until he retired in the mid 1960's.) Yona is a Thunder Black and Ivory Cream, 111 cubic inch, fuel injected, Thunder Stroke V-Twin that I purchased from the good folks at Atlanta Highway Indian. It’s a rider that completes this beautiful art and engineering work. There's not a much better feeling than cutting through the highway wind with the sense of spiritual freedom that this awesome machine brings. She's a dream... comfortable, powerful and pretty! Long may I be riding and smiling!
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feathers to the wind
feeling my spirit ascend
past our clouds beyond our star
bound by earth but only so far
leans and greens
riding with angels
metal and man
spirits as one
feathers to the sun
Taking a break at Talking Rock... Yona and I are headed towards the Georgia Dragon AKA Suches Loop... not in a hurry and taking a long route to get there!
Pareidolia - In my right mirror I can see my guardian angel’s eyes! I am sure they are telling me to not make their job any more difficult than is necessary! You see, I had given them a run for their money in my youthful past.
Born to Ride
I very much enjoy the sense of spiritual freedom that I get from the highway wind and the reassuring feel of a solid two wheel machine. Riding alone with my thoughts tends to smooth out the rough edges life can throw at you. It’s medicine that I highly recommend!
I’m also riding with the Atlanta Highway IMRG --- (More info on Facebook) Making new friends and having a great time! Riding with a group is much more fun than I initially thought it would be! Riding with a group that shares the same safety goal and love for motorcycling, especially an Indian, is a rewarding and a pleasurable experience. This I also highly recommend!
Wednesday and Thursday May 15-16, 2019 - Postcard Ride - This was more fun than you could shake a stick at! Five of us Atlanta Highway IMRG members rode up to the Blue Ridge Parkway and enjoyed the great amenities at Pisgah Inn!
Photo credit: Jim Holt - Richland Balsam Overlook
And talk about views! I had as much fun off the bike as on thanks to the great group of riders I was with! A diverse bunch that all shared the goal of a good time and a safe ride. If you ever get the chance... you should ride the Blue Ridge Parkway. Every inch we experienced was a postcard!
I can't remember which overlook this is where I took this shot... but it lives up to the "Blue Ridge" name!
Saturday February 2, 2019 - Ball Ground Burger Bus Ride - Fun group chowing down some great burgers after a fun ride in the mountains! No bear sightings this trip though but the weather might have woke them up!
Photo credit: Kat Walders Anderson’s cell camera and our waitress
Sunday November 18, 2018 – Some of us rode with the annual Christmas season Buck Jones Memorial Toy Run collecting toys for kids. That was a fun and rewarding experience. I had never ridden with so many bikes before... estimates were 150 to 200 riders, several with passengers. We had a well-coordinated law enforcement escort from Cumming Fairgrounds to Lumpkin County High School in Dahlonega with a stop in between at Dawsonville City Hall. It was an awesome ride! Good food, good cause and good fun!
Photo credit: Forsyth County News
Saturday November 17, 2018 – IMRG Atlanta Highway Chapter, "Suches It Is” Ride - There were eight bikes and one passenger. We rode to Cleveland via GA-400 and GA-115 for a quick break at the Chic-Fil-A then headed up Helen Hwy toward Richard B. Russell Scenic Hwy on to GA-180 (part of the "Georgia Dragon") and Two Wheels Restaurant in Suches, GA for a fun lunch. It was a little sparse of animal spottings on this trip but on my previous trip to Richard B. Russell, I crossed paths with a momma bear and her cub... I rounded a curve just as momma was hurriedly crossing the road with her cub trailing behind her. They didn't see me so I shifted to the opposite lane and pulled in my clutch to quiet my thundering Indian which put me farthest from where they were going. Coasting, I was able to witness the cub stop at the road edge and with nose up, sniff the air and look side to side until he caught sight of me as I came up behind him and the little guy took off towards momma... I love the mountains!
An “Old” Flame
November 2017 until October 2018 – This was my 2017 Indian Chief Classic... she got me back in the saddle after a 30 year motorcycle hiatus! This baby got me singing again! But I only sang while cruising down the highway... so as not to annoy folks too much!
September 30, 2018 – Fall is a great time to ride a motorcycle, especially in the mountains on the curvy roads amidst the “getting sleepy” forests and busy critters. You just have to watch out for the critters and be ready to brake at all times. I get lots of enjoyable moments on my Indian and today was no exception. For the first time in my life, I witnessed a red tailed hawk attack almost head on from very nearly the victims vantage point. The hawk was targeting something at the roadside with his eyes focused and talons extended. The hawk’s attack and my approach put my head (helmet) nearly in his direct flight path such that I got a view of what his prey would see if his prey were to see him coming. It was so cool! (Cool for me that is, not the hawk)… I knew there were no vehicles behind me so I quickly braked and the hawk veered off so it was just an awesome view for me and an unfortunate distraction for the hawk. I was sorry I interrupted his potential meal. I know how I feel about food so I expect the hawk would kind of like to have had some as well. This time of year you have to be especially aware of critters while riding and driving. I see more flattened critter bodies on the road this time of year than any other. So we should all ride and drive with a sharper awareness of the busy animals since they don’t have a built-in natural awareness of mankind’s creations. Deer for example, will run right into your bike or automobile path as if blind. But always use good judgment when it comes to critter encounters on the road. Many years ago, I think it was 1967, I had a friend die in an automobile crash dodging a critter on the highway. I still wish he had made a different decision. While as many know, I am not very good about keeping in touch, it doesn’t mean I don’t keep friends close in my thoughts. Ride safe, drive safe and enjoy the great fall weather!
Leaping Bear Encounter
July 4, 2018 - It all happened so fast!... As I rounded a GA 136 curve near Burnt Mountain, there was an SUV coming from the other direction and a bear running across the road just in front of the SUV into my lane. Fortunately my approach was from far enough away that I had plenty of time to react. (Keep in mind that when riding a motorcycle, you have to concentrate more on the road and what's in front of you than details about the scenery... oh you do get views of the beautiful animals and greenery all right... but riding focus is primarily on the road)... I expect the SUV startled the bear and I'm pretty sure my thundering Indian approach was worrisome also such that the bear was running at a pretty hefty clip and jumped the guardrail onto a steep bank. He cleared the guardrail easily but I worried about him jumping what appeared to be so blindly onto what appeared to be such a steep bank. But since I know nothing about bear CPR and the possibility that he may have made that jump before (maybe he knew what he was doing)... I decided not to stop... Besides, I've heard that bears eat people.
Riding with Angels
I ride the speed limit on the two lane highways and back roads. On the multiple lane highways I ride with the traffic flow. On the two lanes and back roads, when I know someone behind me wants to go faster than the speed limit I slow down to let them pass when it’s safe to do so. That reduces stress for me and them. Many times I’ll catch up with them at a traffic light… which I call the “equalizer”. If we were on a race course I’d likely never see them again once they’d passed me. As for me, I don’t belong on a race course… especially since I managed to get “old” (I put “old” in quotes because it’s so relative). I consider me “old” in experience but was once a wild fresh child... like when I bought my first motorcycle… It’s a miracle I didn’t die. I was 17 and it was a six year old 1962 Triumph Thunderbird 650 that I bought from a Hispanic gentleman. I was attracted to the high rise handlebar he had installed and intrigued by what promised to be roaring great fun! Well the first thing I did was ride to Interstate 75 and open it up… I mean full throttle… to see how fast it would go!... Well, when the speedometer approached 100 (it registered 0-120) it had begun to bounce so wildly that I couldn’t really say how fast I was traveling. There was so much vibration it was impossible to tell but I suspect I was doing at least 90… then the cool high rise handlebar (they call them ape hangars) spun in its two mounting brackets lurching me backward! A little scary… so I slowed down below the speed limit and gently pushed the handlebar back to an upright position. My first thought was… what if it had broken free at 90 mph? I figure angels were riding with me… Jesus’s helpers! The angels saw me and said, “That boy needs help… lots of help!”. People die on motorcycles… mostly because of riding too fast for conditions. I think that incident was meant to be a lesson for me… It did make a strong impression but the lesson wasn’t over yet. With the handlebar back in position I rode precariously the rest of the way home. I made it to my driveway and as I leaned into the driveway the left side of the handlebar broke at the mounting bracket. Fortunately, I was able to control my stop. Turns out the handlebar was a bicycle handlebar which has a smaller diameter than the actual motorcycle handlebar and had been rigged to fit in the Triumph brackets with shims (strips of thin metal to take up the slack). I presume that the handlebar had rotated many times and discovered that the homemade metal shims had sharp edges and were, over time, cutting into the handlebar weakening the area where the bracket clamped the shim finally breaking in my driveway. The fact that I've made it to be this old credits my ability to learn from my generous God given lessons!
Please always use proper riding gear and only properly engineered accessories for your ride. And above all, please ride safe and that goes for all you cage dwellers as well… please drive safe!