Post trip gear review

The “Fill in the States Map” Part 1 tour is over, and I want to share some information about the motorcycle and riding gear. It’s always good to look back, and pay attention to how effective was the planning.

The Motorcycle

Just after starting out on this trip, the 2008 Suzuki V-Strom DL650 rolled past the 60,000-mile mark. It has been a phenomenal motorcycle and it continues to provide reliable transportation. Not once during the whole 2,400-mile trip did it give any hiccup. As some of you know, I have been testing the Michelin Anakee 3 tires, and they proved to be very good. I have said before that the tire gives confidence on the street, and after this trip, I can report that they are just as incredible in the rain.

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After every tour, I go over the motorcycle with a fresh service—oil, filter, chain cleaning and lube. The amount of rain I encountered really demands some attention on the chain, so it’s going to get some special TLC.

Riding Gear

I wear an HJC CL-15 full-face helmet, a Tourmaster Intake mesh jacket with a rain liner, Tourmaster Solution touring boots, and a pair of First Gear rain pants. My choice of riding pants are Carhartt double-kneed canvas dungarees, and my riding gloves might surprise you—a pair of Wells Lamont Heavy Duty work gloves.

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Several years ago, I became discouraged that every year, I would have to replace my summer riding gloves, and replace them for about $50. I think gloves should last longer than that. One day at my local Costco store, I spotted a package of three pairs of Wells Lamonts for $19. Bought the package and started wearing a pair for my riding gloves. I have seen deerskin gloves for $80 at the motorcycle accessory shop that look just like the Wells Lamonts. So, why do gloves labeled “motorcycle gloves” cost so much more? Well, after three riding seasons, my first pair of Wells Lamonts finally gave out on this tour. Not to worry, I have two more pair!

I have several HJC helmets. They fit my head perfectly—comfortable and good fit. My only complaint with the HJC is the seal for the visor around the top of the face opening. It doesn’t seal as well as it should. In heavy rain, water will run down the inside of the visor. This can distort the view a little. I have tried to adjust the visor, but to no avail. It’s a good helmet and okay in light mist or rain. It’s the heavy rain that causes concern.

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I really like the Tourmaster Intake jacket. When I bought it in 2009, I wondered how effective a rain liner would be worn under the mesh, but it works and it works well. This is my summer touring jacket. In the mountains, I can put on a fleece jacket, rain liner that acts as a wind barrier, and then the mesh. I’m comfortable in the upper 40s. That’s versatility!

I may have been too harsh on the rain pants on Day 5 of my ride. I think what really happened was that the waist band slid below the bottom of my jacket rain liner, and the water poured into my pants. That’s a much different scenario than the rain pants leaking. These rain pants do not have suspenders—just a very high waist. So, the waist band can work its way down the torso over time. As a side note, I was thinking that’s an awful lot of cold water to be a leak!

My Solution boots are getting old. I have used waterproofing on them in the past, but did not treat them before this trip, and I should have. Waterproofing the boots can extend their life, so I’m going to give them a treatment before I ride in the rain again.

The Luggage

The Givi hard luggage is great. It never leaks. It’s lockable making it easy to secure valuables like laptops and cameras. I always carry my clothes in a waterproof duffel. On this trip, I used the 20” Wolfman Expedition waterproof duffel. Everything inside stayed dry, as it should. My reason for the duffel sitting on the pillion is to give me a little bit of a backrest on those long highway miles. It works well and I think reduces fatigue.

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The one action I will take before the next tour is to do the waterproofing as noted above. Otherwise, as far as doing a little trip prep, it’s just put gas in the motorcycle and go!

That’s it for the equipment report. If you have questions, write a comment and I’ll respond. Coming up: The Soul Searching.

See you on the highway.

Brent

Home Sweet Home

Day 6, August 10

A decent night’s rest and drying out is what I needed most before the final push home. And, it was to be a short one, only 275 miles—about a five hour ride.

Checked out of the motel. Gassed up and headed north on I-75. Of course this tour would not be complete unless I had to pull over one more time and don the rain gear. Yes. Rain gear … again.

It was a fine mist and light rain that lasted about 30-40 minutes south of Lexington, Kentucky. When I was out from under it, I just kept going with the rain gear on. It’s more convenient to leave it on that to take it off, and have to put it back on again somewhere down the road.

I stopped for gas again in Georgetown. While I was attending to the bike and fuel, two young men approached me and said, “Nice looking bike. How does it ride?” The motorcycle sure does draw attention, and like my wife says, it’s the catalyst for those chance encounters with people on the road.

I rolled into my neighborhood and up onto the sidewalk in front of the house where I usually wash the bike. Inside, I was welcomed with a long warm hug and kisses from my lover, my best friend, my wife, Lin. It’s good to be home.

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More thoughts and ramblings are coming. Until next time.

See you on the highway.

Brent

Rain, rain, go away: Georgia, South Carolina and north

Day 5, August 9

The day started out as a beautiful ride from Augusta, Georgia, and it didn’t take long to complete my mission: fill in all the states of the Southeast. South Carolina was the last one. I actually had been in North Carolina last year when I attended the Horizons Unlimited event.

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About 11 a.m., I stopped for a break and a snack, and to check weather. It did not look good. There was an awful lot of green and yellow and red on the radar over the Smokey Mountains. I made a decision to head for home via the west side by scooting over to I-75 and then riding north.

It was a good plan but I still got caught in the rain. In and out of the rain and mostly in for about four hours. There was a couple of spots where it just poured hard. By 4 p.m., my feet were wet because my old waterproof boots had failed. I could feel the water under my rain pants—they failed. My gloves were soaked. My upper torso was pretty much dry.

So, I’m wet and tired. I decided to reserve a place to stop a little north of Knoxville where I could get dried out and rest for the final leg home. After all what more could happen?

You know that old cliché’, how can you tell if the biker is happy? By the bugs on his teeth. HA. Okay, the reality is that riding with a visor up means there will be occasional bug strikes. Once in a great while, they have stingers.

I was on I-75 doing 70 mph in traffic when something bounced off the edge of my helmet and went up under my glasses. I could see its outline as big and black. Then the burn came. I tried to remove it from under my glasses, and it took a couple of tries. Later, I would learn I was stung twice immediately under the eye and just above the cheek bone. It still burns as I write this, and I have some hydrocortisone on it.

Motorcycling lets you get up close and personal with nature whether you like it or not.

There is one more day of riding—the ride home. I have done a lot of soul searching on this ride, and there are changes in the wind. I’ll speak more about that after I get home.

Here is the new map. I have visited all these states on a motorcycle. That’s a lot of miles.

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Thanks for following along.

See you on the highway.

Brent

A scary beginning and end: Georgia

Day 4, August 8

I’m covering lots of ground. In fact, I’m covering so much ground my friends are asking about it.

Ara Gureghian, Oasis of My Soul, says, “I hope you are enjoying yourself. It sounds more like you are on a mission covering the States versus looking around you. I use to do that… “ and then Rachel, author of Fuzzygalore.com, Tweets, “@dbrentmiller hope you’re enjoying your travels. Are you taking the scenic route or making tracks?”

Yes, I’m making tracks. I’m on a mission to ride my motorcycle through every state in the lower 48, and this trip covers a pretty large corner of the country. But it also has me thinking … “Just what am I doing out here?”

About 30 minutes after starting out this morning, I crossed into Georgia … twice. The first time, I was on US 27, which was not the road I wanted, but here is the sign. So, I stopped and took a picture just in case the other road was not marked.

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I turned around, rode back into Florida and then took this little spur of a highway that headed northeast, SR 111. But then, sure enough, another Welcome to Georgia sign in front of a house set back from the road about 150 feet. So I pull over to take a pic with my phone. I get off the bike, snap a picture and then another and then one more.

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As I turn around and start back to the motorcycle, I hear fierce barking and growling. Two dogs are charging towards me through the yard. One is a black mutt who breaks off his charge about half way. The other is a white pit bull who keeps coming. It looked mean. I stepped next to the motorcycle placing it between me and the dog, and put my helmet on all the while thinking where am I going if that dog comes around the motorcycle. I’m standing there. Getting ready. Then, about thirty feet from me, he stops. barks, turns around and goes back to the house! I put my gloves on and got the hell out of there.

Welcome to Georgia, Brent.

As I rode away thinking about this, I was there for a couple of minutes taking pictures before these dogs came at me. Frankly, I am wondering if someone let them out of the house. And, why did the dog stoop its charge when I was behind the motorcycle with my helmet on?

I think that Blytheville, Arkansas, farmer’s prayer for my safe travels was still working!

A ways down the road, I spotted a jewel of a building. I love it when communities restore or preserve pieces of their history, and the old passenger train station in Homerville, Georgia, is one of those. I chatted with two ladies at the building as I was taking pictures. The building was bought and restored and is now used for parties and receptions. What a jewel.

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Finally reaching my destination for the evening, Augusta, Georgia, I was ready to get off the motorcycle. Tired and hungry and hot, I certainly did not want the excitement that unfolded in front of me as I am getting ready to exit I-520. About five or six cars were involved in a high speed fender bender. Car parts were flying all over the place. There were maybe four or five cars behind the accident that slammed on their brakes to come to a screeching halt. The car in front of me took to the ditch. I locked up my rear wheel and was looking in the rear view mirror to see how close traffic was behind me, and there was a very good amount of space for safety. It was close. Very close. Car parts all over the road.

The damaged cars pulled to the side, and a few cars in front of me wound through the road debris to move along. I did not actually see the accident. I only heard it and reacted. I rode through, took my exit and pulled off at the Holiday Inn.

I need a beer.

Stay tuned for the Carolinas.

See you on the highway.

Brent

 

South by Southeast: Mississippi to Florida

Day 3, August 7

The humidity was so bad, my glasses fogged up when I walked out of the motel to pack the bike. After a little time, the fog disappeared, and I pulled out to head southeast.

For a poor state, Mississippi has some mighty fine roads. Four-lane divided highways with smooth pavement. In fact, Louisiana had some nice roads too, as did Arkansas. Some of those state transportation folks from Ohio should come down here to learn a thing or two about highway maintenance and construction.

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The day was pretty much one of travel. Thoughts ran through my head like a penny arcade. The landscape was beautiful, a treat for the eye. But in travels like this, you will often see things you don’t want to see. Maybe make you feel uncomfortable.

When I finally reached Mobile, Alabama, I needed gas, food and a restroom. Not necessarily in that order. I spotted a McDonalds in the near downtown area, pulled in, parked and went inside. It was nice and cool. The place was packed.

With the first order of business out of the way, I ordered my food and waited for it to be delivered to the counter. With food and drink in hand, I found a place to sit near the front window—it gave me an advantage point to keep an eye on the bike. There was a guy sitting near me like he was waiting for someone. Another guy sat in a booth with his head in his hands. Another seemed to be just wandering back and forth. It finally dawned on me that these people were homeless or on the street. They were sitting in the cool of McDonalds, but it was the next scene that reinforced my observations.

Another guy walked into the place, looked down into the trash bin, pulled out a crumpled sack, and went through it. No food, but a couple of cups. He selected one of the cups and shoved the bag back into the bin. Then he walked over to the drink dispenser area, filled the cup with ice and selected a drink.

What these guys were doing was waiting for people to throw their meals into the trash and then grabbing the leftovers. Surely the McDonalds staff and management know what’s going on. The whole scene was sad. I have worked with homeless and at soup kitchens, and it has always amazed me how people sometimes survive while trying to maintain their sense of dignity.

I rode away from Mobile with a heavy heart and much on my mind. On the other side of Mobile Bay, I found gas and proceeded down I-10 towards my destination for the night. There was no opportunity to stop on the Interstate with the state line in the middle of a bridge, so a quick stop at the Welcome Center provided the photo opportunity.

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Florida … check.

About an hour from my destination, I ran into some rain. At first I thought it would be just a little spit, but it soon turned into a downpour. I pulled over and put on the rain suit. Before getting back on the bike, I documented the conditions.

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Down the road, the rain was heavy. I proceeded on. I was ready to get off the bike after 10 hours of riding and nearly 500 miles.

Stay tuned for more tour reports. Coming up: Georgia, South and North Carolina.

See you on the highway.

Brent