Archive for October, 2011

We mourn his loss…RIP Marco Simoncelli


roadracingworld.com provided this excellent article, which basically sums up Marco’s spirit and his measure of risk. We each assume our own level of risk. You’ll be missed, Marco and our hearts go out to your family and friends.

Another birthday and I’m HOW old???

Well, let me tell you, tomorrow I have another birthday. Now to choose an age to celebrate! 48 was a good year, one I’ll remember and even if I didn’t, I’d claim its fame and move on to 49, because you must move on and 49 sounds good, though not as good as 39, but then I digress, literally. Ya, 49, that’ll work. It’s the new 39, you know, so THEY say!

Funny, I remember how my mother would guard her age like it was an inaccessible fortress, which it was! Even her closest friends didn’t know her real age, and I chided her for that! Well, no longer. Now if anyone asks, I do not know my mother’s age and I’m going to be 49 and that’s my irreverent answer to this endless age paradox.

Much has been written through time regarding paradoxical age, making one ponder the irony. Here are a few of my favorite quotes on the subject of age.

Robert Frost: A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman’s birthday but never remembers her age.

George Burns: You can’t help getting older, but you don’t have to get old.

Anne Sexton: In a dream you are never eighty.

Oscar Wilde: To get back my youth I would do anything in the world, except take exercise, get up early, or be respectable.

Agatha Christie: An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have. The older she gets the more interested he is in her.

Victor Hugo: Forty is the old age of youth; fifty the youth of old age.

Pope Paul VI: In youth the days are short and the years are long. In old age the years are short and day’s long.

Riding a motorcycle helps design a youthful persona. However it’s not why I ride. I ride for that feeling I can’t get anywhere else, for the challenge, the stimuli, the quest. To feel the elements, to celebrate the sunshine, to wrestle the wind, to know the firm touch of the rain, all these things contribute to the draw of the ride. I love the thoughts that burn under my helmet riding the road less traveled, the scenic route or even the less profound “way home”. It’s all brilliant and special from the seat of a motorcycle. Those that ride share this secret handshake and all the unspoken words of the road.

So, as I ponder yet another year, it’s with celebration. After all, I have seven seasons of riding under my helmet, an amazing husband that supports and encourages me, wonderfully crazy family and friends, and the clarity to know age is truly only a number!

Riding Redux…
2005 John Fastfar and me at the first Pashnit Gathering held at Big Trees near Sonora.

2006 The Lost Coast–reddish hair and black leather 😉

2007 Sprint burnin’–that bike and I never did quite meld, but damn if we didn’t look good together!

2008 A solo birthday ride over Hwy 190 and back up Hwy 395.

2009 The Pashnit Girly Ride–wild women and motorcycles and some of the best female riders ever…

2010 Streetmasters class at Willow Springs, can’t ever get enough training!

2011 Solo ride to the Great Southwest.

Ya 49 if you believe it m’friends…or maybe I’ll admit to celebrating the 39th anniversary of my 21st birthday, or maybe not… 😉

Absolutely nothing to do with motorcycling…DetektivbyrÃ¥n a musical phenomenon!

But DetektivbyrÃ¥n are amazing musicians that always make me smile…

Machine

This passionate video was posted over on helmethair I thought that my readers would also enjoy the aesthetics and thoughts of motorcycle builders as artists!

MACHINE from matt machine on Vimeo.

The Scooters of Italy…

On our European vacation we had the pleasure of observing quite the variety of scooter riders in Italy. These riders were full of bravado and amazing skills. For all the scooters perusing the roadways, you see very few close calls and less incidents. This seems truly amazing to me, coming from America where no one seems to see motorcycles, let alone a 49cc scooter.

We did see several larger format scooters on the highways and what I found most interesting regarding driving in both Germany and Italy and probably most of Europe, was the respect given to the far left or “passing” lane. There are simply no drivers lingering in this lane. They use the lane as it was designed, to pass another slower vehicle and then they move to the right keeping the left lane open. Many drivers peruse a fairly brisk pace, but they seem more alert, less distracted and better skilled. I am not sure why they seem so much better than drivers in America, but I do know there are more rigorous driving standards for acquiring a license and maintaining one. Many countries require that when a license has expired that a skills test be re-administered for renewal. I believe this helps weed out those drivers without honed skills.

The skills we saw from the scooter riders of Italy were amazing. Granted we saw little gear other than helmets, but these riders knew their limits. It was impressive.

This was the only rider we saw without a helmet!

We tried waving at many, and some actually waved back!

We saw several with kids on their scooters. We even saw some with more than one child, but all wore helmets.

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