Welcome to Demeneshea’s Ride Like a Girl!

I began motorcycle riding in 2004, a time when many people found it an odd or adventurous challenge for a woman no longer a glowing youth. My glow may be a bit tarnished, but my patina flowed into my second or third childhood! I found myself searching everything I could find to read and re-read regarding motorcycling, touring, safety, machines, destinations, and anything somewhat motorcycle related. I read, rode, practiced and learned.

Now many thousand miles later, I enjoy finding others like myself, wanting to ride, looking for places to go and information to get there. Read More

I must have been a very good girl… ;)

I just received my Christmas present from the world’s most amazing husband. I should have guessed it, but enough time has passed since he inquired about my MX5 passion. Since I’m a motorcyclist first hand, my recently acquired passion for MX5 Miata came as a bit of a surprise to almost everyone. So rascal that he is, he found exactly what I wanted bought it for me, however the event was one of remembrance!

First he asked if I trusted him, then with no explanation we got into our Subaru and after many miles down I5 he blindfolded me. :eusa_naughty: Boy, my mind was really working double time after that! :icon10: Was this some weird adult game, was he leaving me somewhere with nothing but a blindfold, I mean obviously I define the word TRUST, now. Upon arrival, he helped me out of the car and removed the blindfold and this is what I saw.

I could not contain my surprise or excitement as he handed me the keys with a Merry Christmas. ;)

I am still stunned, but actually got out yesterday to pick up my wine club stash in the local foothills. Although it was raining the entire way, I was astounded how well this machine responds to the road and my touch. It’s fabulous!! I do believe my Hugo has some serious competition.

So now I can add a 2010 MX 5 to my toys, along with my Beemer. A girl can’t have enough toys. To go with it, he even got me purple license plate holders! I’m sooooo spoiled…oh my! He continues to amaze me every day! Let’s just say there is never a dull moment!

Tis the season!
Final vanity shot…until the next one! So, Happy Riding or Driving or whatever you do for joy, I do hope you all have an awesome holiday season!

BTW, we are heading to the SW for a couple of weeks. Guess what we’ll be taking. :hump: Good thing I do motorcycling and know how to travel “scaled down”. Not a lot of room in that trunk! hahahahaha

Wet WET Weather Alert!

Here in California we are finally getting some rain, and when I saw this cruisin’ the web this morning, it made me think how many of my riding buddies are feeling exactly like Kermit! ;)

2015 BIG MONEY RALLY!! A new reason to ride!!


It’s been a relatively quiet year for me this year. Not particularly for any reason or maybe for a thousand reasons, but my bike has seen more garage time this year than ever before and it breaks my heart. I am such an enthusiast, a traveler, an explorer, a visitor and not least of all, a RIDER. Time to rekindle the flame and find my way back onto the roads of our lovely country and our neighboring foreign lands. Time to let loose the those garaged horses and ride off gathering bonus points for my Big Money Rally winter/spring ride which begins January 1 and ends May 23. 2015!

I have never been a rally person. For that matter, I have never been a club person or even much of a group rider, but this rally is quite different from others I have heard about. It’s mostly tongue in cheek riding fun where instead of winning a large purse at the end, you will gather respect of your fellow riders and even a really nice rally shirt! You can simply finish the rally and feel complete, however for those with higher motives, you can finish this rally in Bronze, Silver, and Gold, all of which come with kudos and pats on the back as well as a great feeling of being a rider! To ride this rally is simple, it’s all about the ride, the beauty of the land and those crazy bonus points.

If you are a rider and love just getting on your machine in the dead of winter to discover what Fonzi thinks is cool or where they filmed The Shining, then sign up HERE! I guarantee you will have some fun, get in some riding during the time of year many people find their bikes put away, and see some stuff you have definitely NEVER before seen.

The press release for this rally sez: “The concept of the rally is simplicity itself. Entrants will be sent a list of thousands of possible bonus locations spread throughout the continental U.S. in early December. Starting January 1 riders can then visit as many of these locations during the five month course of the rally as possible, documenting each bonus by uploading a digital photo from their cell phone to the Big Money Rally website (www.bigmoneyrally.com).

Probably one of the more important aspects for gaining points and respect is by filling the frame of your shot with the bonus capturing part of your bike and placard. I learned this lesson frequently last year as I fell short of my requirements losing valuable points, but this year, I will be doing my best to follow the criteria and post the BEST EVER photos of my bonus locations!

Here is an example of falling short of the goal.

Believe it or not, the bonus was the Library sign, not the trash can, not the “I ride for Pie” sticker, not even that huge format placard! So to improve this I could have put my bike in the driveway, gotten close to the sign, filled my frame with the sign, placed some of my bike at the bottom of the frame and my placard number. It could have been MUCH better.

Here is an example of a better try.

The goal was Brunos. I tucked the bike right in front and got my placard close to the camera trying to keep everything somewhat focused. “It’s ain’t right, but it’s alright”. ;)

It’s really about the ride, the fun and the points are just a bonus to finishing or placing in the rally. Last year I placed in Silver and was really proud to have finished, period. This year, I’ll hope to actually connect with some of the other riders, including some of them on my team, which is a new aspect of the rally. I can’t wait until January 1!

Just to give you an idea of where this rally can take you, below are some of my favorite photos from last year’s BMR. I rode in CA, NV, AZ, NM, CO, UT, OR, and WA and it was a chill year for riding. If you are a IBA rider, this rally is a piece of cake and lots of fun, but regardless or your dedication to the ride, all will have some fun riding the BMR. Please join us in the fun using the links above! Remember this rally takes place over the entire US!

BMR 2014–my scenic shots without placard, but remember these didn’t count toward a bonus!! ;)

CA

NM

NV

AZ

UT

JOIN THE FUN…and ride safely! ;)

Memorial for Bruce Laidlaw–Brickus Turkus


I know that many of you live in the SoCal area, so I wanted to let you know that there is a memorial for Bruce being held. Details follow.

Bruce’s memorial service will be held on Saturday October 11th, 2pm at St. Martin-in-the-fields church, 7136 Winnetka avenue, Winnetka, Ca. 91306. RSVP to BruceLaidlawMemorial@gmail.com. Please include the number of people in your party who will be attending.

You can also send your favorite story, memory, or thoughts about Bruce to that email address. If you cannot attend and want your thoughts read at the service, please mention that in your email.

The Google maps link to the church is

https://www.google.com/maps/place/7136+Winnetka+Ave,+Winnetka,+CA+91306/@34.1997531,-118.5704736,17z/data=!4m2!3m1!1s0x80c29bfa8619a923:0x190faa7f502c6c93

I hope many can attend and celebrate the life of this wonderful man. For those that can’t, give him a thought or two that day. May he be free from trouble and forever riding that endless road. ;)

A trip to Southern OR to meet friends and make new ones!

The catalyst was losing another dear friend. When my moto-pal, Bruce Laidlaw died and I realized that I needed to spend more time nurturing friendships and creating some new ones. I have spent years on the motorcycle forum Pashnit, yet had not met but a handful of other riders in person and the few that I had created some lifelong pals. So, when there was an upcoming ride to southern OR, I jumped in and committed and I’m ever so glad I did!

I left the Sacramento area at 7 am and for those of you that do know me, this is a near impossibility! It’s not that I don’t have good intentions, as I do, it’s just that I can’t seem to get out the door nor matter how hard I try. I decided due to the high temps, that early was best and I’d have everything ready to go the night before. NOT.

I got up at 5:45 and after only one cuppa joe, got everything ready to go and was on the bike by 7:15am! A first!

I was going to ride all the way to Shady Cove, OR which was a fairly long day. My friend Bonnie Lamply had a good looking route going from her place and I decided to borrow some of the back roads she was going to ride. Leaving home I took a b-line to Truckee via I80 and then veered off through Sierraville and Loyalton, by-passing Reno and reaching Susanville where I could then take Hwy 139, a personal favorite through the little town of Adin and up to the Klamath area where I planned on adding Bonnie’s route to my own.

As I rode through Loyalton, some fun memories arose. I had attended a senior prom there with my then current boyfriend. His father was the local judge and the town was tiny but adorable. As I passed through, things looked a bit rough around the edges and when I got to the north end of town there was a large queue of people. I immediately thought it was a farmer’s market or some such, but no it was a line for the food bank. Wow…

Not much around Loyalton, but hay fields and apparently not many jobs. :(

Eagle Lake on Hwy 139. Note the low level of water!

A little riding selfie…

I stopped in Adin for a coffee milkshake. YUMMY…the frosty there is delicious and the girls friendly. I alway enjoy a visit there but today there were two of CA’s finest in the parking lot when I arrived. Once I got situated, I asked them, “which way are you guys going?”. ;) They responded, “well, it depends, which way are you going:”. I then said, “hey, I asked first!!”. They just chuckled and continued their tales of BMW GS riders whom they considered too old to still be riding. They kept the tone within earshot and quite frankly, I wanted to say, “hey, I’m not that OLD, damn it.” I instead simply moseyed back on the road heading north!

As I began my back road OR adventure, I discovered there was simply NO GAS to be had in any of the small towns that I passed through! I was trying to peruse my GPS for gas, when I heard a tiny, “beep beep beep”. It was Bonnie! What are the chances?? Apparently, pretty good. We both should have played the lottery that day! Bonnie suggested we might find gas in Lake of the Woods and indeed we did. It was $5.75 a gallon, but was 92 octane and had no ethanol! I don’t think my bike has ever been happier!

The route Bonnie and I wanted to take was through Butte Falls, but the guys in Lake of the Woods said it had recently been chip-sealed, so advised against it. We decided to check it out anyway and we were glad we did. It was firm and really quite good!

Bonnie decided upon reaching Butte Falls to go and find the falls. I began the trek but quickly bailed after my last supposed short jaunt on OR dirt roads a couple of years earlier. Nope…not this year!!

We pulled into the Shady Cove and the wonderful Royal Coachman Motel around 6ish and there was already a good sized contingent of Pashunts that had arrived earlier. The motel is the perfect venue for a group due to its placement along the Rogue River and the outstanding grounds! After a meet and greet and a beer or two later under the gazebo, we headed over to have dinner at Mac’s Diner wich is right next door and ate on the outdoor deck above the beautiful Rogue. Twas a very nice way to end an awesome day of riding and meeting new friends.

Though blurry, I loved how this photo captured the spirit of the evening!

This is a group of breakfast eaters and early risers. Needless to say, I didn’t make “breakie at 7:30″, but I did get some morning shots of the bikes and a cup of coffee with real milk that Bonnie had grabbed from the store even earlier!

Bonnie and my bike in front of our room. Notice they placed the fire extinguisher on the wall outside of the “hot girls” room or was it due to the fuel pump recall on my bike! ;)

Ken’s gang gears up and is ready to go. Bonnie and I didn’t want to take the exact routing, though Ken had done an awesome job on creating a lovely route. We were hoping to add a few extra back roads through the farm country and we succeeded in finding some great roads!

227 to Tiller…I enjoyed watching this skateboarder.

Bonnie securing a reflective river shot before her shadow took control.

Suddenly our shadows were attempting to twerk. We were able to catch them before it got scary…

Some nice folks we met along the way.

Farmland vista outside of Glide, OR

As we arrived in Glide after gassing up, we found our Pashnit group finishing up their lunch. Bonnie and I quickly grabbed a featured Orange Cream milkshake and Geno came to our rescue with some actual food. We then left with the group riding up Hwy 138. Bonnie and I would follow until she found another road, this one with “only 10 miles of dirt” that she had wanted to ride. I bid her farewell and noted where I left her, you know, just in case! I figured I’d catch the group, but they had gone off to visit a waterfall and I didn’t see them until that evening. I instead headed up to see Crater Lake. It wasn’t one of my best ideas!

Ken’s shot of me…I loved the peace out in the background, but being an old hippie, of course I did!

Photo Credit–Ken Jacobs

Leaving Glide…note that BIG smile!

Photo credit–Ken Jacobs

Apparently, there were enough fires in the area to create a mass of smoke which filled the crater. I, luckily had seen the lake before, as today was certainly NOT the day to view it. Sadly it only reflected the color of the sky, which today was brownish gray.

I did meet one little buddy, though.

I headed back to Shady Cove with a brief water stop in Union Creek, where I met a youthful couple returning from Washington to Oakland. He asked me, “Are you the back rider or the front rider”? I quickly let him know that I was the ONLY rider! ;) We had a nice chat and I met their king sized dog Oso then we parted ways.

I’m not sure what time I got back but it was before the rest of the group and even Bonnie was not yet back which made me wonder if I would have to soon call in the local scout troop to put on a search. It wasn’t long before they all arrived together, Bonnie having her own dirt horror to tell, but she and the bike were unscathed!

Tonight was a Mexican meal with Margaritas and my downfall. ;)

Steve, Bonnie and Ken our illustrious trip planner. L-R

There is no existing proof that I was there after that margarita shot. ;)

The morning after…apparently I couldn’t get my eyes open!
Meredith, Ken’s wife and I in our lovely dayglow jackets!

Photo Credit–Ken Jacobs

My pal Ally House and me before we all parted ways!

Photo credit–Ken Jacobs

The following morning, I was unsure what route I was doing. Crater Lake, I had already visited, so I considered going east and connecting with Ken and Ron in Burns, but once I reached the Crater Lake turnoff, I decided instead to go to Chiloquin, a town where I spent two years of high school.

When I was there, I remember it quite differently. There little down town teemed with kids after school buying hotdog gum and eating fries and gravy at the local cafe. Now sadly, it’s mostly boarded up as the mill is gone and there isn’t much left to support those that live there.

I wonder how many visitors use the visitor center…

Bygone Americana…

My old high school. In Chiloquin, high school was grad 7-12. I was in 8th and 9th grade here.

Riding along the Sprague River.

Beautiful country!

At this point of my journey, I was still considering meeting some of the pashnit group in Burns and I thought I could turn on Hwy 140 and head towards Lakeview, OR, but the beauty of traveling solo, is the ability to change ones mind on a moments notice. Thus, when I reached 140 I decided that I would instead head home as it was only around 2pm. I made my turn toward west instead of east.

I stopped in the funky town of Bonanza, OR for something to drink since I was foolish enough to leave my camelbak at home!

As I sat and drank my cold drink and ate my trail mix I listened to two young girls talking.
“Well, what do you expect from a girl whose favorite color is camo”? hahaha…i had no idea what the rest of the conversation entailed but that was funny!

Almost as funny as this storefront! In the foreground was picnic food covered with ants and flies. The background was old products and the rest was booze. Uh….wow. I could only think of was Miss Havisham’s jilted wedding in Great Expectations, only this was the jilted picnic.

Back on the road, I stopped in Adin for gas and Susanville for coffee. It was after 5 and getting smokier and smokier due to a fire in Pollock Pines, CA, as I headed toward Reno. By Reno, an apocalyptic sky filled the landscape.

I had given up the dream of making it home this night and instead headed for my friend’s home in Carson City. They are my bestest of pals and I even have a key to their home in case they are gone, that’s how close we are! I rode right in to the garage that seemed to know I was coming and docked the beemer for the night! I was ready for WINE!

A great meal and camaraderie sitting outside in their lovely back yard commenced until I poured myself into bed with thoughts of an early short trip home.

The day was lovely over the Sierra Nevada Range but summer heat still raged in Sacramento.

A quick stop for a delicious grilled cheese at Woodfords Station, at the base of Hwy 88. I spent time there as a kid when they once had a pond of trout outside. Today I was told that the trout were taken out since it brought bears down who enjoyed a fine meal of fresh rainbows.

Fall colors filled the air.

Just outside of Kirkwood, some road construction is being done. While waiting I saw this man running down the highway with an American flag. I discovered he was part of an awesome organization. As traffic passed there were others from Team RWB in vans honking as they went.

Thirsty and once again wishing I had brought my camelbak, I stopped at the park in Fiddletown for drinking fountain water.

I rode by Gary and my favorite restaurant in Plymouth. If you go by, do stop, as it’s an amazing and outstanding culinary experience!

Ahhhhh, the oaks of the Sac valley on the last leg of the journey. I was home at last!