Lugged Fryes Go for a Ride

I mentioned in a previous blog post that I was given a pair of new Frye campus boots by a cousin who thought that I coul weather them while riding my motorcycle. Well… after having Vibram 100 lug soles added to them, I could.

Sunday found me going on a motorcycle ride with a group of buds, wearing those new-to-me Frye boots with new-to-them deep lug soles. Unlike the leather you see on my legs in this photo, I wore these Frye boots with regular blue jeans and a t-shirt, as it was warm and humid, so it wasn’t leather weather.

We had a good ride. The boots enjoyed it, too. (Though, as usual, no one said a word about the boots. Seldom does that happen, especially to a biker. I mean, most people expect bikers to be wearing boots, so why would anyone say anything?)

Life is short: go for a ride!

Motorcycle Fun (Instead of Pride)

Yesterday was the date of the Gay Pride celebration in Washington, DC. As is typical for this time of year, it was very hot and humid. Last place my partner and I wanted to be was standing around on a hot asphalt street in the city. I don’t need to go “be proud” — I am proud as I am, in who I care for, what I do, and who I love. See last year’s post about why this event is not interesting to us.

Instead of sweating to death in the city with a huge crowd of people, I joined a police escorted motorcycle charity fundraiser. A video of what it looks like from my Harley is below. Enjoy!

Riding in Honor and Memory

This time, I did a motorcycle ride to ride in honor and memory for something that hit close-to-home.  A good friend & riding buddy and his wife lost their son a year ago in a crash caused by a drunk driver.

This friend’s son was quite a guy. Not quite 20 when he died, he had done a lot in his relatively short life, and made his parents proud. I would see him from time to time on group motorcycle rides. He wasn’t too proud to ride as a passenger with his Dad. It was awful that he died so young, and the death of their oldest child was a rotten for my friends to have to deal with. No parent should outlive a child.

My biker bud held a memorial motorcycle ride on Saturday. The weather was stunning. Beautiful, warm, sunny skies and (finally) dry roads. We rode through some back roads that I didn’t know existed, and some others that I had been on before, but by mistake (when I got lost. I always get lost when I try to go anywhere.)

There were about 40 bikes on this ride. It was great. We ended up at an amusement park. Though I wanted to stay and play, I couldn’t. You-know-who’s task list remained a mile long. So after some hugs and handshakes, I revved up the Harley and headed home … and spent seven hours doing that oh-so-lovely yard work and gardening of May.

Life is short: honor memories of friends.

Chaps Weather

It is quite common that the weather in the Maryland ‘burbs of Washington, DC, changes from winter to summer almost overnight. However, lately we have been treated to a rare event: Spring. Yeah, Spring! Yippie! Coolish, but not cold, mornings, with very pleasant and non-humid, mild sunny afternoons. If it weren’t for the thick tree pollen, it would be perfect. Fortunately, I do not suffer allergies that badly, but when the pollen counts get so high, everyone gets a bit sneezy.

I digress: due to this spell of terrific Spring weather, it’s been “chaps weather” in the mornings. It’s too cool not to have something over the pants that I wear to my office for my early-morning commute. I have several pairs of motorcycle riding chaps, made custom to my measurements. Plus, I don’t like cheap chaps that zip to just below the knee then have snaps to the bottom. They look crappy — and cheap. Nope, my chaps have zippers on the outsize and go all the way down the leg to the bottom of the boot.

Why outside-zip chaps? First of all, outside zips are easier to reach. But the primary reason for zippers on the outside is that leather, not a metal zipper, may rub against the sides of the gas tank. Leather won’t scratch the paint on a gas tank as metal zippers would do. It is fairly easy to tell if a guy wearing chaps actually rides a motorcycle or is a wannabe by the quality of the chaps he’s wearing and the location of the leg zippers.

And honestly, I wonder, “is it only gay bikers who know about outside-zip custom leather chaps?” I see so many straight bikers who wear those cheap inside-zip chaps. Such a shame… if they only knew about custom outside-zip chaps: they also would avoid scratching the paint on their motorcycles’ gas tanks and present an appearance as if they cared about how their gear fit and looked.

In another digression, I have to be honest, the TourPak (like a trunk) on the back of my Harley spoils me. When I arrive at the parking garage near my office, I can store my helmet, chaps, jacket, and gloves in it, lock it up, and not have to drag that stuff into the office and back out again. When it is time to ride home, it has been warm enough that I have only needed a light jacket. I can carry the lighter jacket in the TourPak while riding into work, and then wear it while riding home, storing the heavier jacket that I wore in the morning back there. Very convenient, and spoiling. Sure beats dragging small duffel bags with gear in it into the office and strapping them with bungie cords onto the bike. I like this bike — I think I’ll keep it 🙂

Okay, dudes, it’s Leather Weather!

Life is short: Leather up and ride!

Law Ride Gallery

I finally had some time to crop and assemble three galleries of photos that I took on the annual Law Ride held May 8, 2011, in Washington, DC. The galleries are at this link (officers, boots, and prides of boots).

I posted a link to these photo galleries on the Hotboots website yesterday morning, and I wasn’t surprised that hundreds of people visited the galleries from the link on the BOL board. The traffic to my website spiked almost instantly, although very few people made a comment. That’s typical, and not surprising at all.

I noted from visitor logs that a bike cop who writes a very interesting blog was among the visitors to this gallery from that Hotboots/BOL link. I didn’t know that he was a Bootman 🙂 He is a cool, relaxed, and understanding guy — the impression that I have from dialogues that I have had with him via email.

Not as many officers attended Law Ride this year as in past years, but that’s because most of the events for National Police Week begin later in the week, so officers from distant locations can’t justify the cost of spending an entire week during expensive tourist season in the DC area.

The vast majority of motor officers who attended were from jurisdictions in the DC area; however, there were a few from more distant locations (Mississippi and San Diego, California.)

The local motorcops from nearby jurisdictions wear dress instep Dehner boots, and some have double soles applied. Four officers from Mississippi wore Chippewa Hi-Shine engineer boots. Interestingly, I didn’t see one pair of bal-laced motorboots on the cops — only on my non-cop feet. Hmmm… I may have to do something about that! LOL!

It is an interesting and fun ride, where when we arrive at the destination of the ride, the Law Enforcement Officer’s Memorial, we pay tribute to law enforcement officers who paid the supreme sacrifice in keeping us safe: those who died in the line of duty.

Life is short: pay tribute to those who care for us.

Ride Notes

I was able to go on an annual motorcycle ride held in Washington, DC, yesterday.

Here are some random shots — two of me (wearing my LAPD leather breaches and All American patrol boots), …

…and one of a young cop doing what youngsters do: instead of actually talk to people and maybe learn something, he was happy just to sit by himself and send text messages. This wasn’t just one short thing, such as sending a text message home saying, “I’m here.” This cop spent at least an hour texting away. Personally, I don’t get it, but then again, I am a Martian Dinosaur.

I will post more pics of that event eventually… but it may take me a while. As soon as I get off work each day this week, guess who has to go do stuff in the yard?

Life is short: talk, don’t text.

Riding to Nowhere

I had a very productive weekend doing some activities for my senior pals, then working on our home with my partner.

The weather finally got warm enough on Sunday afternoon to go for a long ride on my Harley. By noontime, it was 55°F (13°C), which was a bit cool, but with thick leather pants, a leather shirt and leather jacket, thick gloves, and tall Wesco boots, I felt fine.

I went on this ride with a buddy who knows the back roads of our home county exceptionally well, and is a very skilled rider. We rode and rode and rode … to everywhere, and to nowhere. My friend took a turn on what he thought would be an interesting road… until it dead-ended at a farm with sheep and cows. We about died laughing.

It was great to get out, have some practice honing my riding skills which had become rusty after a long winter without much riding. I enjoyed riding with my friend who is such a great guy to ride with. He rides very safely, has a great sense of humor, and is a very nice person.

Pics follow. Enjoy! Riding season has begun!

Out Riding

Today I finally will break out those biker boots and leathers and go for a ride with a friend.  Each of us wants to get out to enjoy a short ride, each on his own Harley. I haven’t ridden much since last fall, and I need some gentle reintroduction and experience, as does my buddy.

When riding for the first “real ride” of the season to blow out the dust in the engine (so to speak) and to regain experience in motorcycle operation, I need to be by myself on my own bike, so I can practice starts, stops, and emergency maneuvers. I have a friend who would enjoy riding with me as a passenger, and I’m looking forward to having him back in the saddle with me — but not today. I need some time to regain my comfort in motorcycle operation, and the weight of a passenger and concern for his safety would make the day’s agenda (regaining my comfort-level) too complex.

I am not sure how far or how long we will be out — but just getting out has been long overdue for this biker whose cabin fever is just a few degrees shy of the cabin fever that a buddy is experiencing in Vermont. 🙂

Pardon the dust, enjoy the rumble, and feel the throttle give thrust to my bike. Finally… April… It.is.about.time!

LC, hit me up and let’s plan a ride soon! Can’t wait to see you and ride with you again as my passenger.

Life is short: RIDE!

Is It Spring Yet?

A buddy of mine who rides a Harley and lives in a state much farther north than where I live in the U.S. sends me email regularly asking, “is it Spring yet?” … then regales me with some humorous remarks about how he is enduring cabin fever. He is a regular reader of this blog, too.

Man, I’m sorry the weather remains cold and unsuitable for regular riding up there where you live. It’s been cold and wet these last days of astronomical winter in Maryland, too. However, it is warming up. I have been able to get out for at least a short ride on sunny, “warmish” weekend days. Soon enough, I’ll be riding every day.

For now, I will enjoy just getting out for a little bit, getting some fresh air, and the chance to break in some new boots.

New boots you ask? Well, it’s like this: barter and negotiation resulted in a new pair of really cool brown Chippewa harness boots with a full-quill ostrich foot and rubber tread soles delivered to me at half-price. These are the best combo “biker/cowboy” boots I have had (lately, anyway LOL!)

So I geared up in brown — brown Wranglers, my old and trusty brown Hein Geriche motorcycle jacket — and off I went. It was a “tad” chilly, so I’ll be looking for some brown chaps to match… sometime. But for now, “it’ll do.”

Life is short: take advantage of every opportunity to enjoy it — in BOOTS!