
It was bound to come sooner or later. First snow.
See you on the highway.
Brent
Sojourn Chronicles
It was bound to come sooner or later. First snow.
See you on the highway.
Brent
“Hey, Google. How many miles does the average motorcyclist ride per year?”
Around 3,000 miles
While the average annual mileage of a car ranges between 10,000 to 15,000 miles, motorcycles spend much less time on the Conyers roads. In fact, the average annual mileage for a motorcycle is around 3,000 miles.
That does not surprise me. Of course, that is an average. I have a riding buddy, who reports that he has only put about 600 miles on his Harley this year. We have not been doing a lot of rides together.
I have a few friends like Bob Stransky and Kith Birkenstock who put about 3,000 miles or more on their bikes per month. We tease Kith, who lives in the Atlanta area that he frequently rides to Colorado for lunch. Bob is either riding his BMW GS or his Honda ADV 150 scooter to grab National Park stamps.
As for me, my riding in the past few years has been dismal. The most miles I ever put on a motorcycle in one year was 13,367 in 2010. That was a year that I was riding my 2008 V-Strom 650 on several trips in the East and West. I have several years with five-digit mileage.
And that brings us to today, and the achievement of a goal. I planned to ride at least 6,000 miles this year. That’s a lot more than the past few with Covid and all. A measly 6,000 miles—not even half of my record 2010 year.
But I did it.
Today, I only needed 30.5 miles to reach 6,000 miles for the year, and about 1.5 miles north of Blanchester, Ohio, on SR 123, I pulled over to document the moment.
At 2:40 p.m. EDT, with 4,093 miles on my Moto Guzzi V85tt, and 30.5 miles on the trip meter, I reached the 6,000-mile mark. Everything from here to Dec. 31 is just bonus miles.
Three motorcycles were used to reach this moment. My 2017 Suzuki V-Strom, which I traded on the Moto Guzzi V85tt in March, and my Moto Guzzi V7iii Rough. Love those Guzzis.
See you on the highway.
Brent
Rising early to nature’s call,
the pulling back of the patio-door curtains
revealed some of nature’s finest.
That moment before sunrise,
when the sun’s light shines on the bottom of clouds
and turns the scene beautiful hues of pink and orange.
All is silent except for
the occasional visit by the hummingbirds
and the beating of their wings hovering at the feeders.
See you on the highway.
Brent
I did something I never thought I would do. I ended my 14-year run of owning Suzuki V-Stroms, by trading my 2017 DL650. Not because they were not good. To the contrary. Excellent bikes. I think I just wanted something different.
And so, on March 1, I rode the V-Strom to Cadre Cycle, in Blue Ash, Ohio, and traded the bike on an inventory clearance, Moto Guzzi V85tt Adventure.
I never thought I would find a bike that I would like more than my V-Stroms, but I have. It fits me perfectly, and the performance is wonderful.
Since March, I have put about 2,000 miles on it. I rode it to the Horizons Unlimited-Virginia event in April. That was about 1,000 miles round trip. I was glad to have the heated grips riding through the mountains of West Virginia in 40-degree weather with snow on the side of the road. And, the cruise control came in very handy blasting home on the Interstate. It’s a keeper.
While at HU-Virginia, my friend Chris Smith and the Moto Photo Adventures crew did a short video of me and the bike. Here is that YouTube video. https://youtu.be/IjU5Y3qxMWA
I took a hard look at this bike because of owning the Moto Guzzi V7iii Rough, the Urban Scrambler. It is just a blast to ride, but not necessarily a touring bike as such. The V85 has the bags and utility for long distance or trips to the grocery store.
Do I miss the V-Strom? No. I was ready for something else. Do I like the Guzzi? Absolutely. Both of them. I guess I have become an old man on a Moto Guzzi.
See you on the highway.
Brent
I have been somewhat of a history buff when it comes to motorcycling, travel and highways. I love to ride historic highways and trails, to see the history. So, it makes plenty of sense to me that I would love to read about the history of highways. I find it fascinating.
When I found a book recently published, I had to have it. America’s First Highways, by Stephen H. Provost, is a great read for understanding how our country arrived at our highway system.
I understood how many of our roads were originally Native American Trails, and one can see that from early 1700 and 1800 maps, but I discovered a few things about how our highways were developed.
In the late 1800s, as towns and cities began to grow, it was the bicycle industry that called for better roads, although mainly in urban settings. By 1900, there were “321 bicycle companies churning out an astonishing 1.2 million a year.”
City streets began to improve, but the roads between cities were still primarily dirt, and as automobile manufacturing began and started to grow, the need for better roads between towns grew with it. That gave rise to the automobile and highway associations, and efforts to improve the rural roads. Building better roads gave rise to the real idea of “If you build it, they will come.” Tourism and commerce demanded better roads with the rise of automobile manufacturing.
Early on, the Federal government had no part in the development of highways. It was all local and regional. But there was a need for major roads from border to border and coast to coast. Hence, the idea of national highways like the Lincoln Highway, Yellowstone Trail, Dixie Highway, Old Spanish Trail, and the Lee Highway, just to name a few, grew in popularity but not without easy consensus. Which towns would these highways go through? What would be the final route?
Finally, in 1917, the Federal government created the Bureau of Public Roads, but its efforts were minimal. It was not until 1926 when the Feds designed a numbered highway system to replace all the named highways. For interstate highways, there were to be 10 east-west routes ending in zero (10, 20, 30, 40, etc.) and 11 north-south highways ending in the number 1 (1, 11, etc. to 101). The numbering system brought an end to the named highways, but many of those names still exist, and a few are marked, like the Lincoln Highway and the National Road.
I have touched on a few key points of this book, but there is so much more detail. If you are interested, read the book.
That’s what is exciting about finding a book like this. The richness of these early highways, and the development of towns and the road are all waiting to be discovered.
See you on the highway.
Brent