Bama’s Boots Now a Biker’s Boots

This 18″ Wesco Harness Boot and its right mate just arrived today, sent to me by a buddy whose photographic skill and wit have become legend on “Boots on Line” — the infamous “Bamaboy.”

“Bama” has taken these boots on lots of “adventures,” mostly in dirt, clay, and mud. One of Bama’s photos of these boots enjoying one of those “adventures” is below. But he cleaned up the boots well, didn’t he? I’ll have to go play in them sometime, so they won’t think they’ve missed much. But these boots will also go riding on my Harley, as well.

I have enjoyed getting to know Bama. He is a smart, down-to-earth, and fun man with an engaging wit. I am honored to call him a friend, and appreciate that he gave me “first dibs” on purchasing a pair of his boots as he will be thinning his collection to make room for more that suit his current tastes and interests.

Bama, I know you’ll read this, so let me say, publicly, thanks a lot! Your boots will live on long on this Biker’s feet.

Hangin’ in the Heat

I went skydiving with friends today on Maryland’s Eastern Shore. The photo shown here is of me taken years ago. Unfortunately, today in my haste to get out of the house to ride over to meet my buddies, I forgot my camera! I’m waiting for a bud to send me some of the pics that he took.

I used to go skydiving almost every weekend from May – October for years. As I have aged, and have a partner who can’t enjoy this sport, I don’t go skydiving as often. It’s a young man’s activity. Also, it’s just darned expensive. Fuel for airplanes is more expensive than fuel for cars.

It was so hot today — about 95°F (35°C) — that the heat rising from the land was rising faster than my rate of descent after I deployed my ‘chute to its full extension, so I rose in altitude for a while, and just “hung around” enjoying the view (what I could see of it through the haze). When I was over my DZ (drop zone), I pulled in the flaps, and slowly drifted down. I landed right on the spot I intended, each and every time.

I had an enjoyable day, hangin’ out in the cloudless sky.

Sixth & Cruise

I am remiss in taking more pictures of my new Harley Road King, but I’m going to blog about a wonderful experience with it yesterday.

I was an invited speaker at a conference held at one of our federal government’s major training centers. This center is located about 65 miles north of where I live, in Emmitsburg, Maryland. Once I get on the highway, it’s a steady cruise “up the road” to get there.

And man oh man, does this bike love to cruise. Harleys in this class now come with six gears instead of five. When you’re up in sixth and cruising at 66mph (105kph), it’s only revving at about 2500 rpm, so it’s smooth, fairly quiet, and produces no vibration at all.

The bike came with factory-installed cruise control. I never thought I would want it or use it, but I thought since it had the feature, I would try it out. Traffic was light, the road was wide open. I got up to the posted speed limit (perhaps a couple mph over), engaged the cruise control, sat back, put my boots up on the highway pegs, and just cruised…. sweet!

This bike is so heavy that it practically rides itself while cruisin’ along. The stock seat is comfortable, too. And the best thing of all is that my right hand didn’t get tingly. What I mean is that in the past, when I had to keep constant pressure on the grip to maintain a steady speed, my hand would get tingly and sometimes even go numb. Now on a long cruise, I can let the cruise control keep the speed steady, and relax my hand so it doesn’t restrict blood flow and cause the tingly feeling and numbness. I’m gonna really like going on longer trips with this bike! Just kick it up to sixth and cruise….

Preparedness Pays Off

The area where I live in the Maryland suburbs of Washington, DC, experienced exceptionally strong storms yesterday. I had no sooner arrived at home when the second wave of the storms struck, dropping hail and lots of rain, sideways. Since the forecast was calling for such storms, I didn’t ride my Harley. There’s no sense in taking chances.

When I got home, I discovered the power was out. I reached in the bottom of our pantry and pulled out our Disaster Supplies Kit. From that I took out two flashlights and inserted fresh batteries. I also got out the battery-powered radio. Since we heard in advance that the storms were coming, we had already taken things like our picnic table umbrella and hanging plants that were outside to the garage, so they would not become missiles in strong winds and damage our house or the neighbor’s.

Then the NOAA Weather Radio began sounding an alert. I listened… a tornado watch was just issued. The radio stores previous alerts in memory, and I scrolled through them… all for severe thunderstorms. The phone rang, and I told the caller that I don’t take calls during storms with lightning, and hung up. Lightning can easily travel through telephone lines and zap someone on the phone, or cause a fire, or worse.

I put our personal disaster plan into action. I drew the blinds and shades, so that if a branch broke off a tree and hit a window, we wouldn’t have glass flying around to hurt us. I turned on the portable radio and tuned it to an all-news station to listen for updates. Because the power was out, I knew that my partner wouldn’t be able to open the garage door with his remote. I kept an eye out for him and then opened the door manually when he arrived.

The rain had stopped, but more storms were coming. We grilled our dinner outside, and only opened the refrigerator once to get everything out that we needed. The news reports were ominous, with stories about funnel cloud sightings, downed trees and power lines. Someone in a neighboring county was killed while driving by a large tree that fell on his car.

Since the news reports indicated that the power outage was very widespread, our experience indicated that we probably would not have power restored for at least a day, if not longer. So we put our “power option” of our disaster plan into action.

Years ago, we bought a generator. I built a special pad for it and protective housing out in our woods, about 100m away from the house. I had a licensed electrician install a transfer switch, which disconnects our household power on four circuits from the main power coming into the house. I connected the wire from the generator to the special outlet for it at the back of the house. I then carefully turned the generator on and followed the instructions to energize the four circuits that are in the subpanel connected to the transfer switch.

Note: unfortunately, a lot of people die from using a generator incorrectly, such as by placing it inside a garage or basement, or outside the house but near an open window. Carbon monoxide from the generator kills silently and quickly. If you use a generator, operate it away from the house in a well-ventilated area. Connect it according to local ordinances and codes. If you want to power circuits in a house, have a transfer switch installed by a licensed electrician. That’s important to do because power from a generator plugged into household circuits that are not cut off from the main power system can energize (backfeed) electrical lines and hurt repair workers attempting to restore power for everyone.

Our refrigerator, freezers, sump pumps, and other essentials came back to life. We had power for some lighting so we could see after dark. Considering it was so warm out, and since there were still tornado watches in our area, we decided to sleep in our basement, since it is our designated safe place for such storms and was cooler. I brought the flashlights, the portable regular radio, the NOAA Weather Radio (which would sound an alert if a Tornado Warning were issued even in the middle of the night), pillows and blankets, and we were all set.

We slept soundly. The power remained out this morning. Not wanting to leave a generator running completely unattended, I turned it off. My partner went to work and I went to a speaking engagement. When I returned home, the power was still out. Since it had cooled, I refueled it, and turned it back on. Power was restored about 5pm. I turned the generator off to let it cool and put other things away, including taking the batteries out of the flashlights (so they won’t drain when not in use).

We were safe, sound, and okay. Our food didn’t spoil, and water that entered the sump wells drained, so we didn’t have any flooding in our basement.

Preparedness pays. You never know when. Get ready … now… this is your warning time. Be safe!

Get in gear!

It is not well known, but motorcycle helmets do not have an infinite life. With time, the protective qualities in a helmet degrade with exposure to the elements, sweat, and wear. Helmet manufacturers and the Motorcycle Safety Foundation suggest that helmets must be replaced about every three to five years, depending on use, or immediately if the helmet absorbed the shock of a crash. A helmet will distribute the shock throughout to protect the rider, but then it is non-functional for protection after that.

Something else not well-known: helmet linings and the interior shell are very subject to damage from gasoline fumes. A helmet should not be stored in a garage, nor placed near the gas tank while refueling. I keep my helmets inside the house so gas fumes in the garage, which you really can’t smell but are there, don’t prematurely degrade my helmet.

I had my most recent helmet for five years. With a new bike, it was time to get a new helmet. Here’s my new Shoei full-face, well-ventilated, RF-1000 helmet. The color matches my bike. Pretty cool in function, style, and design. I look forward to wearing it each and every time I ride.

And I also ride with leathers when possible, and always, always, boots designed to provide both comfort and safety while riding. If I’m not in leather, I at least wear long pants. Get in gear, guys! It is the other fools on the road who claim not to see us bikers who can do you great harm, especially if you’re not geared properly.

And let me make a special shout-out to my dear friend AZ, who lives in a state where helmets are not required. He went on a ride with a buddy and insisted that both he and his buddy wear a helmet while riding. He went to a motorcycle shop with his friend to have him buy a new helmet. Way to go, AZ! You’re the man! Your caring concern shows in all that you do. As I’ve often said, he’s like my eighth brother. Luv ‘ya, bro’!

Wesco Boots on the Harley

I didn’t have to leave this morning at my usual early hour because I was going to a meeting that started later, but I arose at my usual 4:30am. Fixed my partner lunch, then kissed him goodbye, wishing him a good day. Turned around and leathered up, including my tall Wesco Harness Boots.

I sat on my bike, contemplating what type of shot would look good. I took several. However, after looking at them just now, I realized how much junk I have in the garage! Political campaign signs, gardening stuff, trash and recycling containers, motorcycle gear, etc., etc. It was all in the background of all the photos I took, and was very distracting. If there’s one thing I’ve learned from my good friend Bamaboy who is an excellent photographer, it’s to ensure the subject of your photo is the only thing your eye will focus on. So this cropped image is about the best I can do, for now.

Actually, I’m “boot-ticipating” again. Bama has sent me a pair of his boots to wear while riding my Harley. He offered me “first dibs” on boots he is thinning from his collection. I really like the Wesco Harness Boots, especially to have some fun in ’em akin’ to Bama. The boots will arrive soon, and I’ll wear ’em with pride on this bike. Photos to follow. Stay tuned…

Going leather-less on the new bike?

My new Harley Road King comes with a rather large windscreen. My old bike didn’t have one, so I was accustomed riding full-bore into the wind. Even on a warm day, I could wear a leather vest and full-face helmet and everything would feel just fine.

When I took my first real long ride yesterday, it was about 84°F (29°C), which is comfortably warm. As I was riding, I found that I was getting uncomfortably hot while wearing my thick leather vest over my t-shirt. I had to ditch the vest or sweat to death. (I tend to sweat a great deal when even slightly overheated.)

Hmmm… I wonder… now that I have this windscreen, I may have to ride “leather-less” when it’s warm out. I am as comfortable in leather as my own skin. I have always worn some leather while riding my old bike. I guess this is another adjustment I will need to make. Well, perhaps just wear the vest and no shirt. That would be a hoot. But for now, I guess I’ll just be well-booted and wear a t-shirt. No gloves, either. They make me sweat like crazy, which is a clammy feeling I detest. I’ll just have to be extra careful and be comfortable.

Dehner Booted Ride!

Saturday was a washout with chores to do around the house and some strong thunderstorms punctuating the afternoon with heavy rain and winds. Fortunately, there was no damage around our place, but it confined my activities to indoor stuff. I spent several hours doing genealogy work for my huge family, and updating our family website.

Sunday was another story. We awoke to a bright and sunny morning, and a warm one at that. I pulled on my CHP breeches and tall Dress instep calf leather custom Dehner Boots. I especially like the big Vibram soles, which give me good traction. After preparing home-made waffles for Sunday breakfast for my partner and me, I set off to break in my new Harley-Davidson Road King.

Man, that machine is big, and heavy. It’s quite a bit of work to maneuver at slow speeds and around corners. I’m sure I’ll get used to it. I rode on backroads and byways of my beautiful home State of Maryland. I saw a lot of other bikers out there. And a state cop directing traffic at an intersection where the stoplights were out looked at me, then at the boots and breeches, then back up at my face and gave me a salute! He was cute, and the gesture was unexpected.

I stopped along the way to have some water and just take a break. A Harley group was on a ride, and they stopped at the same place I did. I had a nice conversation with those guys. Several asked me about my boots, where I got them (through Stompers, of course), and how they felt on the bike. If these guys weren’t just beginning their ride, planning to ride for many more hours, I might have joined them. But I was getting tired and a bit sunburned (I forgot the sunscreen). I shook hands goodbye and took a gentle ride home.

I put on about 100 miles on the new bike, learning how it operates and handles. It practically rides itself when on the open road. It is very comfortable. I look forward to many more rides on this beautiful machine, booted all the way. (Hmmm, what boots will be next? Stay tuned…).