Coop's Corner: That Is All

Friday, November 25, 2016

That Is All - Riding 2016

What a riding season!!

A few weeks ago Eric wrote to comment on our riding season, reminding me as he's thankfully often done, that we had an incredible summer of camping weekends. My comment back was that rain, not even once, ruined any of our rides or camping rally events. Yes, we had some wet weather though nothing we weren't ready for or were unable to handle with aplomb.

The one and only thing ruined was my canopy at the AHRMA races at Road America. The boys did all they could to save the frame AND the canopy itself but those aluminum struts folded like straws in the gale force winds. Luckily none of my campmates blew away or were hurt. I avoided that entire episode by seeking shelter in the dynamic and lively porta-johns.

Mileage was up this year, primarily due to our extremely fine November. Honestly, I checked the facts a month ago and I was in a statistical dead heat with my 2015 mileage totals. It was the 60 and 70 degree weekends that put me roughly 600 miles over last years accumulations.

I purposely avoid looking at the totals or the more easily interpreted pie chart during the season, instead wanting to be surprised about which bikes are the ones seeing more road time. My only real goal during the season is to spend at least some time on all of them. Whichever one that was out last weekend, something else should be running the next. I find satisfaction in being able to rally with most if not all of them so until I start finding Hyo/Duc/Suz/Hon/Yam/Kaw brand rallies to attend, my friends are going to be stuck with my showing up at the BMW/MG rallies on mostly foreign equipment. So far, that practice has been tolerated and I very much hope that it will continue.

There are now 6 machines in the brood that saw no more distance other than rolling on and off the trailer or to get out of the way so that someone else could get past them to get outside. My ownership of non-runners is deplorable, I know it, shamefully admit it and no one feels worse about it than I do. Two of the six would run with 20 minutes of attention, one more runs but really shouldn't and the other 3 are desperately in need of some real quality time and when I find enough of that to give, they'll get their time.

The facts presented here......

7 comments:

redlegsridesNovember 25, 2016 at 3:58 PM
Nice graphic....that's a bunch of motorcycles...
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SonjaMNovember 26, 2016 at 1:32 AM
Can there be such a thing as motorcycle hoarding? Anyway, well done on the mileage. Looks like you have put in some distance on my behalf, too. Alas, I haven't even gotten to a 1000 miles this year due to various adverse circumstances.
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motormikeNovember 26, 2016 at 5:41 AM
Nice pie.... seems to be evenly balanced .... once ya get the other runners... you'll need more summer. Look'n forward to 2017. :)
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