Coop's Corner: Miles Ridden 2013

Sunday, February 9, 2014

Miles Ridden 2013

My mileage was way down last year and in looking back it seems that I mostly did my usual rallies. While at those rallies for the most part I rode less and talked more. I'm hoping to ride more next season while not changing "talk time" and will leave it at that as explanation.

Something I will take pride in is the fairly equal distribution......I have a couple favorite machines but that doesn't really pop out on the chart. :)

Here's the data intensive breakdown........

24 comments:

VStar LadyFebruary 9, 2014 at 4:38 PM
Coop I do believe the winter has given you just a little too much time to ... build pie charts!
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David MasseFebruary 9, 2014 at 5:08 PM
Coop, Karen clearly has her hands full even though she isn't riding. It's a mystery.

As a fellow rider from the Hiber nation, I find your pie chart a worthy use for your free time.

Unfortunately, I need a legend for the legend. The only bike I'm certain of is the Helix.
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RichardMFebruary 9, 2014 at 7:09 PM
Ten bikes! One seems to be my limit. There should be pictures with the list. I.e. larger info graphic...
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Martha February 10, 2014 at 7:18 AM
Ahhh...what happens to the northern winter mind...
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TrobairitzFebruary 10, 2014 at 7:56 AM
Pretty cool chart Doug. Well, cool list of bikes too.

A good number of miles ridden. I didn't keep track of mine last year. Sure I could get them from fuelly.com but why torture myself with the low number, lol.
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Coop a.k.a. CoopdwayFebruary 10, 2014 at 8:41 AM
Thanks Brandy, I meant to make a chart last year ala Chris's version but then never did it. Like you, I was a bit disappointed when I saw the annual total for '13.....it's almost exactly half what I did that 2nd or 3rd year after my 20+ year break from riding.

Hopefully next year will be somewhere in between.
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SonjaMFebruary 10, 2014 at 10:39 AM
My pie chart would certainly be different, I only have two bikes…

Remember, it's not about the mileage, it's the people you met along the road and the fun you'd have on two wheels.
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AnonymousFebruary 10, 2014 at 12:52 PM
Herr Fritz... (BMW) got used ! ... I know that the previous owner used it to keep the dust off the garage floor... :)
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Dar February 10, 2014 at 11:01 PM
Cool! 10 bikes! Wow how do you find the time to ride all of them, I think I would have a hard time making the choice of what to ride.
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Scott GFebruary 11, 2014 at 8:45 PM
My schedule this year is going to put a cramp in my riding aspirations.Sher has lost the urge to want to ride her own bike.And I think Lil Bastard will be up for sale and I'm just going to ride the DR this year.
I'd going to keep the DR and see if she wants to just ride with me again.Might get some sort of FJR,Ninja 1000 or a Tenere or a Triumph Tiger,blah,blah,blah.
But,I'm still figuring on calling the September Tenderloin Ride and some RTE in April/May.
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UnknownFebruary 11, 2014 at 10:09 PM
Coop:

don't worry about the miles. There are different kinds of miles, enjoyable ones and routine "get to work" ones. The shorter ride may give you greater satisfaction

bob
Riding the Wet Coast
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UnknownFebruary 13, 2014 at 2:17 PM
Coop:

as you know our Government insurance is expensive. Even basic without collision could average around $750 per bike with no discounts for multiple vehicles and another $350. per bike for full coverage. So 10 bikes could cost $1,000 per year for each one. Plus I also have two cars. No way I could afford to have more than one or two and only insure one at a time. Don't forget maintenance.

bob
Riding the Wet Coast
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