I love my ‘Wing, but all this just to replace the air filter. Sigh…
Rossmeyer’s Harley-Davidson in Ormond Beach is a must-stop during Bike Week. This dealership is enormous. Two stories with an escalator! It feels like the Macys of motorcycle dealerships. Welcoming and helpful staff. Huge selection of bikes. Giant windows (like a car wash) to view the service department and watch the technicians work. There’s a snack bar in the service department waiting area. And a barbershop. No kidding.
And if you’re looking for a gift for an H-D lover, there is enough branded merchandise in this place to guarantee a successful shopping trip. Come to think of it, nearly everything is H-D branded. I might have seen some third-party products in the parts department that were not, but that’s about it. Clothing, footwear, helmets, hats and scarves, chairs, signs, jewelry, lighters, cups, cocktail glasses, poker chips, diecast toys, dog toys, dartboards, ping pong and billiard balls, Legos(!), lunch boxes, automotive accessories, phone charging cables, luggage, backpacks, purses, knives, footballs, clocks, watches and more. It wasn’t on display this year but a few years ago there was an H-D foosball table with black and orange men. Enjoy the video and check out the gallery below too!
I’ve officially launched my FocusOnTheRide YouTube channel about motorcycle events, long-distance touring and do-it-yourself projects. These two videos were shot during Daytona Bike Week. If you’re like most of us and stuck at home, enjoy the entertainment and short diversion! If you were at Daytona, enjoy the memories. I’ve got one or two more coming from additional footage, so be sure to subscribe and click the bell to be notified when new videos are posted. If you enjoy them please hit the like button, share and leave a comment.
How our worlds have changed in the 2 weeks since Bike Week ended. We talked about Coronavirus during the event, but the magnitude of the pandemic had yet to be grasped. I heard a report that at least one attendee had been infected, but later was told that the individual became ill while traveling to Daytona but ended up in St John’s County about an hour north and didn’t make it to Daytona. With so many people gathered in one place (and many visiting from the Northeast), it’s highly probably that some carried the virus.
But it’s been two weeks and I’m fine and symptom free and and grateful to have had the opportunity to enjoy the event. Unfortunately, it will be a long time before we are all able to gather together again like that, whether at Daytona or any of the other great bike rallies that take place around the country. I hope that you and your loved ones remain healthy.
Daytona Bike Week was the inaugural event for me to capture content to launch my new YouTube and Instagram channels. With so much going on, there was plenty to film – Rossmeyer’s Destination Daytona, Daytona International Speedway, Dixie Highway, Main Street and the Boardwalk Custom Bike Show.
I’ve got a little bit more work to do to finish up the videos, but they will be on YouTube and Instagram shortly. In the meantime, enjoy the gallery below containing photos from the bike show.
Things have been incredibly busy the past two years. We began renovating our home at the beginning of 2018 and are finally done. I did the majority of the work myself and it consumed virtually all of my free time – nearly every weekend and plenty of “vacation” days.
My neighbor came by one day, looked at my Goldwing parked in the garage and said “If I had a nice bike like yours, I’d be out riding it”. Ouch.
I did manage to squeeze in several trips, but never got around to adding them to my blog. Leesburg Bike Fest, a Mid-Atlantic trip with my wife that took us north to the Outer Banks and on to the Shenandoah National Park and back south on Skyline Drive and the Blue Ridge Parkway. And most recently a wonderful 4-day Blue Ridge Parkway trip with my daughter (and occasional riding partner) Courtney.
Also, I recently discovered some photos of a long weekend spent riding in the North Carolina mountains, a day trip to Darien, Georgia, and a ride north on the Natchez Trace that ended with a visit with our oldest daughter in Nashville and another daughter and son-in-law in Atlanta.
With the house project now completed, I can catch up on documenting my trips and enjoying new ones. I’ll soon be adding posts for those past trips and more (Daytona Bike Week 2020 is coming up in one week!). Look for plenty of new photos.
And I have much more planned. More about that in a future post…
I haven’t updated my blog in a LONG time, but I am still riding! Somehow life and work have kept me busy. Imagine that. It occurred to me that I have received more comments on my how-to article on Euro gears for the Vulcan 2000 than all other posts combined! It was a fun modification to do and a fun project to document. I’m glad that many have found it helpful.
The original plan was to ride in the Ozarks, but when I woke up on Saturday, I knew that I was done. Ready to be home. This became the highest mileage day of the trip. 1100 miles from Fayetteville, AR to Jacksonville, FL. An unofficial Saddlesore 1000.
My only regret of the trip are the photos I didn’t take. The cook and the swinging table grill in Mexican Hat. Bear, our tour guide in antelope canyon. A portrait of the “Green eyed lady” singer. A group photo of the three ladies from North Dakota with their photo friend “Sally”. Grand Staircase-Escalante National Park. The rail yards in Grand Junction. A railroad bridge over the Rio Grande. Sunset in the Curecanti National Recreation Area. An oil well in Oklahoma.
Next time. Next trip.
I thought that western Oklahoma was beautiful. Early morning riding down a two-lane US highway, with farms and ranches extending as far as the eye could see, from horizon to horizon. I passed a farm with round bales of hay in the fields, hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of them. I passed a truck hauling a base for a wind generator, then a convoy of trucks moving a combine to another farm for harvest. The first truck hauled the combine, sans tires. The next was a flatbed hauling the tires. The third was the rolling repair shop. The next hauled a mobile home for the crew. Everything is big out here. Big machines, big farms, big distances. Stopped in Slapout, OK for gas. Population 8. Slapout was about the only thing that was not big.
I began the day by backtracking a few miles in US 50. No sooner was I out of town than traffic came to a complete stop in both directions. There were cattle in the road. I don’t know if this cattle drive was intentional not. Regardless, there were cowboys on horses trying to keep the cattle together. These bulls looked like they had been fed a steady diet of steroids. Several passed me on the shoulder and one looked like he was giving me the evil eye. “Just move along” I thought to myself, “there’s nothing to see here”.