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A UNIVERSAL CYCLESomething happens to you when you ride your steel horse for a

long distance. The thoughts that cluttered your head start to dis-appear on the road; the wind and your machine generate a rumble that your heart becomes in tune with. Your breath senses the open air and you inhale all of its freshness. Your soul begins to focus on the horizon in anticipation of what’s around that next curve. And then you never forget that moment the earth opens herself to you. That moment she reminds you how small you really are in comparison to her vastness. That moment when your eyes can see everything.

As a child growing up in Albuquerque, New Mexico, I would spend as many hours as possi-ble gazing at the Sandia Mountain range. I would watch the sun rise off her, and then cast her eve-ning glow on her. Day after day, the only ques-tion I had was that if that mountain range in all its magnitude was in just one city, I could only imagine how big the rest of the world was. As a kid I could not wait to explore it freely…

This past month I did just that. I had the opportunity to ride out to Bend, Oregon, San Francisco, California, and then Baker City, Oregon. This was a lot of riding for me to fit into a short period. But again, it’s those transformational moments that awaken you—I call it the biker trance, when you are fully aware of everything going on around you and at the same time mesmerized by it all. I had never ridden though Mount Shasta, but when she showed me her peak and all the valleys that led to her mightiness, I was taken. There are no pictures or words for it—it’s just you, the road, and the inti-mate moment you spend with earth. I promise to spend more time with Mt. Shasta.

The next moment was when the essence of earth started to trans-form into a city. In our case it was San Francisco—as daunting as it was, we road over the Bay Bridge into the city. And mountain caps were replaced with skyscrapers. The rumble you became so

fond of charges with the sound of traffic congestion, and people. Nonetheless, the city showed herself to us. After our stay we rode up Highway 101 North. By the time you hit Eureka, California, you see the Pacific Ocean, and it reminds you of the universal cycle of our world. Somber, powerful, and sweet, she beckons to you—she sings to you the story of your life and promises to keep singing to

you until you one day join her choir… Until then, her notes riddle on.

We had a short time at home before we had to leave again, this time to Baker City, Oregon for the 16th Annual Hells Canyon Motorcycle Rally. This jaunt was an easy five hours up the I-84 from Tigard, Oregon. The I-84 is nothing spectacular till you pass Troutdale, Oregon. Then rhetoric of the city is gone and magically you are seeing the world that makes us. You can feel the power of the

tribal communities that graced this land, the Mexicans who once “owned” territory all the way up to Klamath Falls; you can feel the perseverance of the pioneers as they forged their way to a new life, the Chinese who at one time were the majority population of these small towns, and often the only community that had doctors who served all of our health needs. You can hear the collide of this cul-tural intersection all of these people found themselves at not so many years ago.

So here we are. You will read lots in this edition about the Hells Canyon Motorcycle Rally, but what makes it special to me is the history in this area. What’s great about a motorcycle rally in a town like Baker City is you get to share these types of experiences with people on the same plane. You get to chat and meet thousands of people—talk about what once was, and what could be…

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INDEX

SAFETY CORNER: WE ARE ALL WATER BALLOONS

RUN FOR THE WALL: PART TWO

BUSINESS PROFILE: SEE SEE MOTOR CO.

RALLY RECAP: HELLS CANYON 2015

IT’S A GROOVY RIDE WITH LADY FRED

FEATURE: RIDING IN HOT WEATHER, REPRINT FROM FIX

CALENDAR OF EVENTS: AUGUST-SEPTEMBER

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STURGIS 2014 FLASHBACK; IN THE SHOP: EL VAQUERO

IN THE CAGE: HONDA HR-V

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Keeping Cool On Your BikeBeing a year-round rider, I’ve encountered

my fair share of both hot and cold weather conditions. Since riding with full protective gear, or ATGATT (all the gear all the time), is always the best option for safety, I have learned how to keep cool properly while riding in hot weather.

The Science of SweatYour body regulates heat by sweating. As

sweat is released from the body onto the sur-face of your skin, evaporation occurs. Evapo-ration is the primary method by which sweat cools the body, and it works by the principle of “latent heat of vaporization.” Latent heat is the amount of heat absorbed or released when a substance, like water, changes state, such as from liquid to vapor. One gram or milliliter of water requires approximately 580 calories of energy to vaporize. This energy is drawn from the body in the form of heat. Thus, as sweat vaporizes, it pulls heat out of the body, cool-ing you down.

My riding jacket and pants are made of air mesh Kevlar, which vents well while still protecting me from the sun. But no matter how “vented” your riding gear is, you‘ll start to sweat when stopped for traffic lights and other obstacles. Once you get moving again, you‘ll be grateful for that sweat.

This can be explained through a process called convection. Convection is the transfer of energy by means of moving air that sur-rounds the body. When the air and the skin are at different temperatures, heat transfer occurs from the place of higher temperature toward the place of lower temperature. As heat is pulled from the body through evap-oration via sweat, it warms the air directly around the skin. Wind pulls this air away from the skin, constantly replacing it with cooler air, thus constantly pulling heat from the surface of the skin. This is commonly known as wind chill. Unfortunately, when the air temperature is above 93°F, wind will actually heat up the body.

In a sort of reverse wind chill, when the air temperature is higher than the skin temperature, you will see the opposite effect. As you travel at high speeds in high heat, the amount of heat entering the body through con-vection drastically increases. One might think that wearing more clothes in such heat would be a bad idea, but the opposite is true. The amount of

heat that has to be lost through evaporation, or sweat, also must increase.Wearing wind-breaking material dramatically reduces the amount of

heat inflicted on the body through convection, thus reducing the amount of heat that your body must lose through evaporation (sweat-ing). The illustration below depicts three sce-narios of sweating at high temperatures (103°F).

Tips for Riding CoolIn these high-heat conditions, I wear a long-

sleeved, tight-fitting exercise shirt made of moisture-wicking material. I know that it seems counter-intuitive to wear long sleeves, but as long as you have air moving over the fabric, it will work great. Just think of the evaporation process described above. As sweat evaporates, it takes your body heat with it. Moisture-wick-ing material draws sweat away from the body to be evaporated through the shirt, aiding the cooling process. Conventional materials can simply trap sweat next to the skin, limiting evaporation. The key to these materials is air flow. If there is no air movement over the mate-rial, then the shirt will become oversaturated, and sweat will not evaporate.

When air temperatures are high and the reverse wind chill is in effect, wetting down clothing will increase the amount of mois-ture near the skin. This moisture is now avail-able to be evaporated, drawing heat from your body. Although much of the evaporation will be caused by the high air temperature itself, there will be enough water on the skin to reduce the amount you need to sweat.

Some techniques for wetting down include neck bandanas (particularly those with water-absorbing crystals), wetting down a regu-lar cotton T-shirt, or even pouring water directly into your helmet.

Keeping HydratedNow that we know how much water the body

needs while riding in high temperatures, we can deduce that staying hydrated is one of the most important things to do while on the road. As covered in the above graphic, the difference between covering up or not is about 20 oz./hour and 40 oz./hour, respectively. Here are some tips to help ensure hydration.

Wear a Camelback: For longer rides, I wear a camelback-type water bag on my back. I usually fill mine with half ice and half water before the ride, and those cooling sips do add up to make the difference. If you’re doing it right, you’ll run out of water in the camel-back before your next gas stop.

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Carry Extra Water: I carry a gallon jug of water in my side case on longer days of riding. Be wary of taking in ice-cold water too fast. In my case, it causes an upset stomach. Swish it about your mouth to bring its temperature up

a bit before swallowing.Urine Test: Go for the clear. Dehydration is not something you can

tough out—it will kill you if you don’t remedy it. Deep-colored urine and headaches are early signs that you are in need of water. If you stop sweat-ing, heat stroke is not far behind. Drink water often!

Only Water is Water: Caffeine and alcohol are diuretics, which cause you to urinate and lose more water. When it’s hot, steer clear of sugary drinks, caffeine, and alcohol. Also, never drink alcohol directly before or during your ride.

Tar SnakesTar snakes are a hazard for both motorized and pedaled two-wheeled

vehicles and their riders. Many states use a tar-like material to fill in cracks on the roads; these can become quite slippery when it’s hot. Avoid them if possible. Treat them the same as railroad tracks by crossing them at 90 degrees and in an upright position. Slow down if your rear tire starts slid-ing out from under you—stay calm—and the tire will grip again. Don’t try to over-correct, keep your line, keep your head up, grip lightly, and keep your body steady for when the gripping action returns.

If there’s a large patch of tar snakes and there is no way to avoid them all, I will sometimes pull in the clutch and treat the obstacle as I would a large patch of ice, coast through it, and after ensuring that the rear wheel is clear, re-engage the engine. This helps to keep from slipping.

Riding in really hot weather is not bad when you’re prepared for it. Remem-ber to hydrate, keep your skin covered, and avoid hazards. Don’t let the heat weaken you to the point where you’re not fully attentive to traffic conditions and the road. Basically, you must consider how your body will deal with the heat. Reducing the effects of convection, through covering up and wetting down, will reduce the amount of heat that your body must deal with through evaporation. Covering up in the heat will keep you cool.

Hot weather usually means lots of sun exposure, so get some good sun-glasses or a darkened visor to prevent headaches caused by sun glare. And don’t forget to put sunblock on the back of your neck where your riding gear leaves the skin exposed.

Ride safe. Ride aware.

Reprinted with permission from Fix. View the original post at fix.com/blog/motorcycle-riding-in-hot-weather.

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By Kirsten Andrea Nicolette

It grew colder in Angel Fire, and we decided not to take the group photo, as it was start-ing to flurry. Most riders stayed in Eagle Nest,

and a few in Angel Fire—but when calling for res-ervations, months in advance, they were booked up, so I had made reservations 17 miles away from the host location in the beautiful town of Red River. Little did I know that the location meant having to cross a 9,000-foot pass and descending into the town, passing herds of elk. The next morning we awoke to four inches of snow. It was a winter wonderland, but hardly a familiar site to someone from Southern Cali-fornia—a new experience to conquer, riding through snow and ice. Elk were running from the noise of the pipes that echoed at the crack of dawn, as we trav-eled to make it in time for the general and platoon meetings. If you miss the meeting, you do not ride with the pack that day.

After leaving the wonderful hosts of Eagle Nest, New Mexico, we continued our journey north to Raton, NM, where we met with more cheers and ela-tion, as we were at our first fuel stop for the day. This would be a long day, pushing through Colorado and ending at the Armory in Goodland, Kansas.

After departing Raton and saying goodbye to the “Land of Enchantment,” we entered Colorado. Our lunch stop would be hosted by Pueblo’s American Legion Riders Post #38 at the Steel City Biker Church. Many members of the Christian Motorcyclists Associ-ation were there, offering to have bikes blessed—and with every chance I received, I did just that. The sun was hot and the sky appeared clear as we departed Pueblo heading northeast toward Limon, Colorado. Before we got to Limon, we hit rain and dime-sized hail. It only lasted for about 10 miles, but boy, did that hurt. Yet like the soldiers we ride for, we continued on. There is no stopping when you are on a mission.

All of the towns we went to were special, and the folks of Goodland, Kansas were warm, kind, and inviting for the RFTW. They served us dinner at the

Armory—delicious chicken, mashed taters and green beans, and dessert donated and served by the citizens of Goodland and the Armory. At every location there stood an empty place setting, a tribute to a fallen sol-dier. Such was explained to us who were unaware of the meaning that went with it.

The following tribute to fallen soldiers was read:“Tonight we have some honored guests who

cannot be with us. Please direct your attention to the place setting in front of the podium as a phys-ical symbol of the thousands of American POW/MIAs still unaccounted for from all foreign conflicts. A reminder for us all to spare no effort to secure the release of any American prisoners from captivity, the repatriation of the remains of those who died bravely in defense of liberty, and a full accounting of those missing in action.

-The table is small, symbolizing the helplessness of one person alone against his oppressors.

-The tablecloth is white for the purity of their inten-tions in responding to their country’s call to arms.

-The bread plate, where a slice of lemon rests to remind us of their bitter fate.

-Salt, symbolic of the tears shed by those who wait.-The single red rose in a vase reminds us of the

families and loved ones who have kept faith, await-ing the return of our POW/MIAs.

-The yellow ribbon, tied so prominently around the vase, represents the yellow ribbon worn upon the lapels and breasts of thousands who bear witness to our nation’s unyielding determination to demand a proper accounting of our POW/MIAs.

-The candle is the light of hope, which lives in our hearts to illuminate their way home, out of the hands of the oppressors and into the arms of a grate-ful nation.

-The glass is inverted, for they cannot toast with us tonight.

-The chair is empty, for they are not here.Remember, we all called them comrades, brothers,

sisters, and friends. Do not let them be forgotten, for surely they have not forgotten us.”

If that does not bring heaviness upon your heart to know the symbolism, you have no understanding of this mission. It is not a bucket-list adventure, it is not a sightseeing ride. It is one of concentration, learn-ing, and fulfilling a mission you set out to accom-plish. It is a ride that has brought more meaning and understanding to my life than any other cause I have ridden for. I owe these men and women, who served and sacrificed for my freedoms, everything.

So ended our day in Goodland, Kansas.The next morning we met back at the Armory for

breakfast, then the chaplains held a prayer service for Sunday. Among the many experiences I would be thankful for was being able to take this ride that was challenging me; making a difference spiritually, emotionally; and making me learn about myself, and what I valued in my life. I had so very much to be grateful for.

As we departed from Goodland, we headed down I-70, among cornfields and farmland. In the middle of the fields would suddenly be an overpass. Each one held citizens and veterans waving flags and saluting. It was a sight to behold, and one that truly made me proud to be an American and among so many brave men and women who served our country.

Our next stop was to fuel in Oakley, Kansas. Here, like the other cities that hosted our arrival, lunch was served to us and acquaintances made, all with the mission of acknowledging those who could not make the journey. The next 90 minutes of fellow-ship passed, and we once again straddled our mag-nificent machines and headed down the highway, toward the east. The next fuel stop was in Bunker Hill, Kansas. Several World War II and Korean War veter-ans held flags and saluted riders who were fueling. As we sought out the hydration vehicles, we were able to share a few words with them, and as for me, I was able to thank them for all they had done to help secure our freedoms.

After departing Bunker Hill we headed for Junction City. Tears streamed down my face as local residents

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once again lined the streets cheering us on to the town square, where the Veterans Memorial Park was located. There was such a kindness about the people. There was a presentation, as always, but this time it included the introduction and detailed account of retired Master Sgt. Leroy Petry—among our platoons as a rider and FNG, and also one of two living recip-ients of the Medal of Honor. His story made me proud to know him and be a part of a run he also was participating in. I had already witnessed his strength

and determination, but to hear why he received this Medal of Honor brought tears for his greatness. After all the accolades we headed to the Junction City Church of the Nazarene, where we were served dinner that had been donated by the Veterans MC. After dinner and fellowship we headed to the hotel, where to our delight the local Christian bikers MC held a bike wash, blessing our bikes after they spruced them up. The bikes definitely were in need of it.

The next morning we returned to the Junction City Church of the Nazarene. Once again we were given breakfast and held our mandatory morning meeting, when daily raffle tickets were sold to raise money for our charities like Rainelle Ele-mentary School in West Virginia. We raffled off knives, quilts, helmets and a whole host of other things. Individuals and companies donated all the items to be raf-fled; once again, this run could not exist without the help of supporters. Hugs were given to our new friends and we headed out, toward Missouri.

We crossed into Missouri and stopped for lunch in a town called Concordia. It was just beautiful, and it seemed like the whole town came out to greet us. Again we enjoyed a lunch in their park—dedications and presentations of gratitude for

all they do to help in the mission. It was warm, and the huge trees and light breezes were a welcomed treat. After the usual hour-and-a-half-to-two-hour stop, we mounted and headed toward Wentzville, Missouri.

In Wentzville we experienced a wonderful presentation at the VFW hall. During the VFW’s portion of the ceremony, we learned about Sgt. Rodney L. Griffin, U.S. Army: Sgt. Griffin died in Cambodia during the Vietnam War, on May 2, 1970. After 45 years his remains were finally discovered and identified. Sgt. Griffin’s remains have been

repatriated back to his hometown in Centralia, Missouri. This is why we ride! This is the mission. We ride for those who cannot, and to keep awareness alive. Some people in this country simply do not understand that, by doing our best to keep our govern-ment’s “feet to the fire,” many KIAs, POWs and MIAs are being dis-covered and sent home to their families. Following this enlight-ening ceremony, we were served a delicious dinner prepared by volunteers and members of the VFW and local church members.

Wentzville, Missouri is the home of the first Vietnam Veter-ans Memorial, dedicated in 1969. On this morning we headed

into town, where the local high school band played and the local fire department presented arms as the RFTW presenters laid a wreath at the memorial. We then mounted our steel horses and headed out to our next destination, the Jefferson Barracks VA Medical Center in St. Louis.

After another great ceremony was over, we were encouraged to speak with some of the veterans who were bedridden and could not come visit with us. My friend Janet and I made it a point to visit with a few of the patients who were in isolation. We donned isolation gowns and listened to the stories they shared about their experiences upon their returns home from Vietnam. It was an affirmation that we as a society and a country must never allow the back-turning to happen again.

To be concluded in the September edition of Tankside.

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By Gabriela Kandziora

This is my first Hells Canyon M o t o r c y c l e

Rally. We leave Port-land early on Tuesday, July 7. It is cool and gray out. Stopping at our usual spot for fuel on 84, Arlington, we have breakfast at the Pheas-ant Grill. I am excited to get to Baker City. I want to not only experience this awesome rally but see the “ruts” of the pio-neer wagon trains that had come across our great country on the Oregon Trail. Since I was a child, I had read about these ruts and have had it on my list of things to see, along with the Oregon Trail Inter-pretive Center. I begin wondering how it must have felt to have come across the continent in a wagon and survive. As I ride and the space surrounding me opens up, the Gorge Mountains giving way to flat prairies and soft, golden-colored hills, I feel a bit over-whelmed by the expanse of what I am riding through. I imagine wagon trains rolling across the prairies—tired but determined emigrants all heading to Oregon City for their 320 or 640 acres of land. Would you have done the journey? Do you understand the magnitude of this history? I do.

As the miles fly by, the scenery changes just east of Pendleton and there are mountains again—in fact, the Blue Mountains, reaching a summit on Emigrant Hill of 4,193 feet. This stretch of Highway 84 has the tightest curves allowed on the Interstate Highway System. The views are simply stunning along this entire highway to Baker City. A stop in La Grande for fuel and then a quick 35-minute ride to Baker City and we arrive. As we roll into Baker, my first vibe of this darling town is, “There is a lot of pride, love, and care by the townsfolk for their very historic city.” And, as I get to spend time with the locals and enjoy Baker, that vibe proves to be true. There are more than 100 historic buildings and homes in Baker, providing one of the most “intact” historic Main Streets in the entire country. The first thing that strikes me is how wide Main Street and other city streets are. In my research I found out they were designed this way back in the 1870s to accommodate a full turnaround of the mas-sive mule teams pulling wagons that were import-ing/exporting goods. Luckily for us, since 1999 Hells | RALLY RECAP Goes to page 9

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Canyon Motorcycle Rally has benefited from these wide streets. Baker is the perfect place for a motor-cycle rally. Why? Not only are the streets perfect to house vendors, events, and more than 5,000 bikes but you have some of the best, if not the best, riding in all of the Northwest and maybe even the country. There are the Seven Devils Mountains, the Wallowa Mountains encircle Hells Canyon, the Little Dragon with 188 curves in 14 miles, the Ogre, and so many more, including the Hells Canyon Scenic Byway—named one of Rand McNally’s Best of the Road. The rides of HCMR are simply mind-blowing, and more are being added each year.

We are lucky enough to stay at the Geiser Grand Hotel. The history of this hotel is a story on its own. I speak with Barbara Sidway, the principal of the Geiser and a preservationist of many wonderful structures in our country. Sidway was paramount in preserv-ing the Geiser, which had a demolition order—to be turned into a parking lot for a bank—in 1993. She was approached by Timothy Bishop, who was in charge of retaining the hotel, on behalf of the Baker City community. Sidway is also a known advocate for equity for all, and to her grace states: “The Baker City community deserves all the credit in preserving the Geiser Grand Hotel. Without the community asking [my husband] Dwight and I to work with them, we would not have come nor be here now.” The Geiser Grand’s namesake restaurant has a farm-to-table focus, working with local wineries, farms, and ven-dors. The affordable wines served are from wineries that produce small batches and are often challeng-ing to find, creating a very one-of-a-kind experience when you dine. The Geiser Grand has won “Best Wine List in the Northwest” for six years in a row. The

bar also boasts scrump-tious burgers and six beer taps—all local beers and, of course, any cocktail you can think of is served, with a local huckleberry margarita being the sig-nature drink. The food is delicious and I chose the house specialty: a 5 oz. Angus steak—local Thomas Angus Ranch grass-fed and all natu-ral. The Geiser Grand allows you to be as ele-gant or casual in cloth-ing and food/drink choices as you would

like. Sidway values the HCMR and tells me: “The Grand Geiser welcomes our motorcycling friends and HCMR each year. Our bar gets packed nightly with riders and our staff loves it. As the rally ends, the HCMR guests book for the next year right at checkout. We would also like our guests to know that the Geiser Grand offers a ‘Full Concierge Service.’ This means we can organize most anything for you while you stay in Baker—rafting, hiking, guides, you name it.”

By Wednesday the vendors are entering town and setting up: everything from a soapmaker to David Gonzales T-shirts, PDX Graphics doing decals to ven-dors with leather and patches—biker staples at every rally. The restaurants start setting up for the deluge of riders to come through, and by Thursday at noon the HCMR is ready to go. Music is blasting on Main Street, the new Harleys from High Desert HD, Indians from Sawtooth Indian, Birds of Prey Motorsport Can-Ams and Triumphs, and more have been unloaded and are ready for test rides. Tents with interesting vendors are everywhere along with the wonderful shops, and Main Street is buzzing with action. Riders begin showing up, with more pouring in each day. It is exciting, empowering, and moving. It is easy to make new friends while running into longtime pals at HCMR. Baker residents come to visit the vendors, chat with the riders. Many of the residents rent out their rooms and houses for the rally. Riders stay as far away as La Grande to attend. Everyone talks about the amazing rides and proudly displays their earned ride pins on their leather cuts. When you register for the HCMR (a phenomenal deal, by the way), you have the opportunity to earn pins on each ride. All you have to do is take a selfie at certain viewpoints,


show the HCMR staff these pics and, boom, you earn another pin. Most attendees have come for many years and are still hitting new rides. HCMR is the biggest and longest-running rally in Oregon—and after experiencing a few of the rides and the cool vibe, I understand why. The scenery, with its both man-made and natural architecture, is simply astounding. The HCMR has been designed to create the best possible motorcycling experience for the attendee, and it gets better every year.

The restaurants in Baker are fabulous. Fresh food, excellent local beers, creative twists on the typical eggs/bacon/toast. At the Lone Pine I have homemade German rye toast with avo-cado, bacon, and an egg. It is so tasty. At the Corner Brick Bar & Grill, I get to chat with owner Joshua DeCarl. “HCMR is a boom to Baker,”

he says. “It is the best week of the year. My staff earns extra money and of course some gets spent in Baker. It all helps our community and we are happy HCMR is here!” I ask DeCarl which burger is the Corner Brick’s sig-nature. He replies, the “’Shroom Burger with spicy tater tots.” It is built on a warm bun with a juicy burger, stacked with a few slices brie, caramelized onions, lettuce, tomato, and a house aioli. So yummy! I wash it down with a cold local pale ale. Corner Brick shows off collectible guitars in glass boxes, has a very cool rocker/biker atmosphere and also has a full bar that will mix you up a refreshing cucumber margarita or anything else you might like. Local bands play here during the rally.

M y w e e k i n B a k e r at HCMR fulfills many dreams: seeing the wagon train ruts, experiencing some mind-blowing scen-ery on my bike, enjoy-ing Oregon’s own Hells Canyon Motorcycle Rally, and taking in some of Baker City’s incredible his-tory. Hells Canyon Motor-cycle Rally has it all: bikes, mouthwatering food and drink, amazing rides that will make you so happy you ride, live music, a fantastic bike show, great vendors, the Harley Girls, a wholesome family vibe yet badass enough to bring riders of all types, and the rally even pro-vides philanthropy for the city. HCMR bought Turbo the K9 dog for Baker City Police about eight years ago and this year, the rally has committed $10,000 to the department for a new K9 police dog. HCMR achieved that goal thanks to riders like you. I had an absolute blast and plan on attend-ing this rally every year. Make your plans now—HCMR is set for July 7-11, 2016 in Historic Baker City. Book your hotel room, get your camping gear ready, or make reservations with the locals who rent rooms because this rally gets packed. And please, set aside your registration money, which sup-ports this terrific event right here in Oregon. Thank you to all the sponsors, vendors, riders, and people who make this rally a reality. Visit HellsCanyon-Rally.com for more information.

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August 7-9

SOS Wolf Creek CampoutAt: Exit 76 off I-5 Freeway, Wolf Creek, ORAn A.B.A.T.E. Coalition Run. Motor-cycles only allowed in campground. No hookups. RV, trailer, handicap parking avail-able adjacent to campground. No fireworks, no firearms, no pets. Enjoy bike games, poker run, vendors, live music, and Sunday morning worship. Gates: Friday, August 7 at noonRegistration: $25 for A.B.A.T.E. members, $30 for non-mem-bers, day passes availableFor more information: 541-659-8715 or 541-660-8730Online: abateoforegon.net

August 22Rally in the ValleyAt: Spirit Mountain Casino, 27100 Salmon River Highway, Grand Ronde, ORPresented by Sunset HOG Chapter and Spirit Mountain Casino, this event includes a poker run, live music, trophies, vendors, prizes, food and brews and more.Time: 9 a.m.-5 p.m.Registration: $20 until Aug. 16 (for riders and passengers) includes casino lunch buffet meal (gratuity not included), three poker hands, one door prize raffle ticket and a ride pin. Tankside is the official motorcycle publication for Rally in the Valley.Online: sunsethog.com/2015-rider-registration or facebook.com/RallyInTheValleySunsetHogAndSpiritMtCasino

August 26-30Rally in the Gorge 2015

At: Hood River Fairgrounds, 3020 Wyeast Road, Hood River, OR

Experience some of the best riding in North America today. The Columbia River Gorge, with its diverse

topography, features hundreds of miles of paved roads away from the main highways that

weave their way between lush green for-ests, basalt uprisings and meandering

river valleys. For dual sport adven-ture riders, the area is a virtual playground featuring a wide array

of dirt and gravel roads, two track and single track.

Settle in, kick back and enjoy some down-time at our rally site, nestled between two

majestic volcanoes (Mount Adams and Mount Hood). For those overnighting with us, each night

you’ll find plenty of space for camping or RVs at a well-maintained event site that features on-site food

options, hot showers, flush toilets, a bike wash and more.For more information: 206-650-9102

August 27-29Pacific Northwest HOG RallyCome ride your Harley through the beautiful city of Portland, Oregon. The HOG Rally along with the Washing-ton State HOG Rally, Idaho State HOG Rally, and the Oregon State HOG Rally have combined to become the Pacific North-west HOG Rally.Join the excitement as Harley-Davidson riders travel to the Pacific Northwest for the Harley Davidson tristate H.O.G.® rally. Three days filled with great rides, great people, and, most of all, great riders looking for fun. There will be music, vendors, activities, multiple choices in lodging, restaurants and more!For more information: 503-887-8612Online: pacificnorthwesthogrally.com

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OREGON & WASHINGTON BIKER EVENTS

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August 9Christ’s Disciples MC Ride-In Bike Show At: Scooter’s Bar & Grill, 1107 N. Pacific Ave., Kelso, WABike show, band, music and vendors.Time: Noon-5 p.m.Admission: Free, $5 bike entryOnline: christsdisciples.com

August 14-1635th Annual Tenino Classic Motorcycle Swap Meet & ShowAt: Old City Park, Tenino, WABike show Saturday (American, Asian, European); Road ride on Sunday. Bikes and parts 35 years old and older.

Time: Gates open Friday at noon for vendors, road ride Sunday starts at 10 a.m.

Registration: Free for general public; $30 vendor fee, $25 for mem-

bers; $8 camping

For more information: 360-791-1239Online: evergreenamca.org

August 14-16Pro Moto Motorcycle Rodeo “Full Throttle Cowboy Style Motorcycle Rodeo”At: Clayton Fairgrounds, 4616 Wallbridge Road, Clay-ton, WA The Northwest Classic Motorcycle Club pres-ents the Pro Moto Motorcycle Rodeo “Full Throt-tle Cowboy Style Motorcycle Rodeo” in Clayton, Washington. The NWCMC Exhibit and Ride-In Show features live music, vendors, a beer garden, free camping, and showers are available. The Ride-In events, where you can compete, include Barrel Racing, Slow Race-Solo, Slow Race-Tandem, Pole bending, Ball on a Cone Race, Barrel Roll, and Potato in a Haystack. There will be cash prizes and trophies for the mantle. This is a family-friendly event.Time: 9 a.m. sign-up on Aug. 15Cost: $10 at the gate for exhibit and show, $5 per Ride-In event or $30 for all seven events

For more information: 509-939-9911 or 509-294-1249

Online: nwclassicmotorcy-cleclub.com


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August 27-29Pacific Northwest HOG RallyCome ride your Harley through the beautiful city of Portland, Oregon. The HOG Rally along with the Washing-ton State HOG Rally, Idaho State HOG Rally, and the Oregon State HOG Rally have combined to become the Pacific North-west HOG Rally.Join the excitement as Harley-Davidson riders travel to the Pacific Northwest for the Harley Davidson tristate H.O.G.® rally. Three days filled with great rides, great people, and, most of all, great riders looking for fun. There will be music, vendors, activities, multiple choices in lodging, restaurants and more!For more information: 503-887-8612Online: pacificnorthwesthogrally.com

September 510th Annual Patriot RunAt: VFW Post 4116, 410 E. Main St., Rogue River, ORThe 10th annual event features a poker run (high hand $250, low hand $100), raffle, 50/50, afternoon barbecue, silent auc-tion, live music by Lavender Blue, and more, to benefit Rogue River High School scholarships.Win a hog (a real pig). Hog tickets are $2 each, three for $5, seven for $10. Raffle drawing tickets are $1 or six for $5, 50/50 drawing, need not be present for hog. Must be pres-ent to win for 50/50 and drawing.Time: 9-11 a.m. sign-up and breakfast buffet, 11 a.m. first bike out for poker run, last bike in by 2 p.m., entertainment

starting at 2 p.m.Registration: $15 for rider, $20 r ider wi th

passenger, $5 second hand, $5 break fas t

buffetFor more information:

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August 29GWRRA Chapter WA-X Poker Run & Yard Sale At: Love Leathers Outpost, 21108 NE 72nd Ave., Battle Ground, WALive band, food and yard sale after the run. Pro-ceeds help benefit veterans at the Veterans Hos-pital in Vancouver, Washington.Time: 8:30 a.m.Registration: $15 single, $20 coupleOnline: gwrra-wa.org/CalendarListView.html

September 3Rumble Against Cancer Tour 2015On September 3, the Rumble Riders will be leaving Sunnyvale, Texas on a 5,500-mile journey to raise awareness about cancer and help those battling this disease. They will rumble through nine states and parts of Canada, and the route will span the Pacific Coast Highway, including Washington, the most beautiful highway in the U.S. This tour also includes riding into Canada to recon-nect with a cancer survivor the Rumble Riders met while traveling through Yellowstone National Park in 2014. Vincent Gladstone learned he had cancer in an amazing way, from his faithful dog Beau. Beau began waking Vince up by sniffing only one side of his face, and it caused great concern since some believe dogs can smell cancer. Beau was correct;

Vince had sinus cancer and after many treat-ments, including surgeries, he survived.

The Rumble Riders tour all over the U.S. and have helped raise thousands of dollars for the Ameri-can Cancer Society and individuals in need during treatment. Rumble Against Cancer is a 501(c)(3) public charity and accepts tax-deductible donations, and they encourage all to help those touched by cancer in their own communities. Online: rumbleagainstcancer.org and search “RumbleAgainstCancer” on Facebook. To follow them on Tour 2015, get the TrackMyTour app and open the Rumble Tour 2015 map; they post live as they travel.

Sunday, September 13

Puget Sound Ride for KidsAt: Remlinger Farms, 32610 NE 32nd St., Car-nation, WA These kids are our stars, and you can help them by participating in a Ride for Kids event as a motor-cyclist, fundraiser, or volunteer. Donations bene-fit the Pediatric Brain Tumor Foundation’s medical research and family support programs.Riders on all makes and models are welcome to attend. The suggested minimum donation to ride is $40 per motorcycle. We encourage you to fund-raise before the event to make a real difference for the kids.Online registration is open until noon eastern the Friday before the ride. Onsite registration opens

at 8 a.m. and closes at 9:30 a.m.

The escorted ride starts at 10 a.m. sharp, rain or shine. The ride will loop back to the start point.The more money you raise, the more incentive choices you have. Get a collectible T-shirt for as

little as $50 per person, plus a Ride for Kids hat at the $300 level. Depending on how much

more you collect, you’ll qualify for prizes at different levels.

At the event, we draw for a new Honda motorcycle and other great

prizes (you must be present to win). All par ticipants

receive free beverages, a light breakfast and

lunch. You’ll also get to meet your local stars!

Time: 8-9:30 a.m. onsite regis-tration day of event, 10 a.m. ride

startRegistration: $40 suggested minimum

donation per motorcycleFor more information: 800-253-6530

Online: curethekids.org/events/ride-for-kids/

Sunday, September 27Oyster RunAt: 12th and Commercial St., Anacortes, WAThe Oyster Run is a huge event that takes place annually in Anacortes, Washington and is deemed “The Largest Motorcycle Run in the Pacific North-west.” The event is completely free, and there are no required time limits. There are also no official starting points and no official routes that must be

taken, just as long as they are “biker friendly.”

For more information: 360-435-9103

Online: oysterrun.org


I’M NOT THE BITCH ON THE BACK: PART 1By Patti Potter

First off, no disrespect meant for those of you who are backseat riders. I was for years. The title of this column comes from being told I was only the bitch on the back, and from my daughter, who

wants me to write a book about my life with that title. I am a rider, not a writer, so I hope this all makes sense and will help anyone who’s teetering on the edge with their decision to learn to ride or not.

A little history about me. I am a 20-year U.S. Army Vet-eran. I joined in 1974 under the Women’s Army Corps and went through 20 years of physical, verbal, and sexual assault because I really wanted to be a soldier and not a higher-rank-ing individual’s plaything. I was an enlisted soldier for eight years, then fought for the right and won the opportunity to attend officer training. I retired as a captain in 1995 and tried to live a normal life. That didn’t work out well. Several mar-riages, self-medication with alcohol, and suicide attempts made me realize I had to either get help to live or die. Thank God for the VA PTSD counseling, antide-pressants, anti-anxiety meds and, yes, actually, my last ex. It was his words six years ago—“You are only the bitch on the back,” and “You are too old, fat, and ugly to ride with me”—that propelled me into action. I grew a pair, showed him the door, and learned to ride my own at the ripe age of 55. I’m happy to say I am now 60, not on any medication, and am on Day 48 of a four-month solo trip around and through the United States.

Riding is my drug. Feeling blue, take a ride. Feeling mad, take a ride. Feeling tense, take a ride. Feeling happy, take a ride. I ride for the freedom, for the feeling of peace it gives me, for the joy it gives me, and for the pure adventure of it all.

This is not my first solo trip. I went for a month last year from Florida to Stur-gis. I decided to take the long way home, rode through Wyoming, Colorado, and

New Mexico, up to Wisconsin then home through Ohio, West Virginia, Virginia, North Carolina, Tennessee, and Georgia—about 8,900 miles. That really gave me the bug. It just wasn’t long enough and I didn’t have time to explore, so the planning began for this journey. I wanted to do the perimeter of the U.S. but I

also wanted to see all the beautiful national parks, national monuments, and just cool places I could.

I left my house in Florida on May 7. The first two weeks were spent in Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana, Arkansas, Okla-homa, and Texas. I never knew what a beautiful state Alabama was. I spent eight long weeks there in 1974 going through my basic training for the Army, and what I saw at Fort McClellan wasn’t that great. I was using Harley’s Touring Handbook to find the best roads to the various parks and monuments but discovered some of the recommended roads were crap and others that weren’t highlighted were fabulous. I still use the guide to locate places I want to stop but have learned that local people are a better source of information for the best roads.

I spent a couple days exploring Alabama and headed down the Natchez Trace Highway to Hattiesburg, where I spent a couple days with a friend of mine. Did you know they farm crawfish in Louisiana? I couldn’t figure out where, what with all the fields with balls in it, so I asked. Crawfish farms—cracked me up. I spent three days in New Orleans. During the day I explored the bayous and deltas south of the city. At night I went to the Villalobos Pit Bull Rescue Center and helped walk the dogs for two to three hours. They house more than 300 dogs, not all pits, and walk all of them four times a day. During the day the family and work-ers take care of walking them but rely totally on volunteers for the evening walk. I fell head over heels for an 8-month-old pit named West. I may be taking a trip back to see if he is still there when I get back to Florida in September.

To be concluded in the September edition of Tankside.

This is Jacobi Oscar Kafer (pic-tured). I stopped for coffee and to go to the bathroom

at a Starbucks in the Venice, Califor-nia area, and this gentleman walked up to my cycle today to spray Windex on it and clean it. My first reaction was “Stay away from the bike,” but then I stopped myself. He looked broken, and mentally and physically worn from the sun, so I turned to him and said, “Go ahead and clean it. I’m gonna run into Starbucks for coffee, and when I come out I’ll give you $10.” I’d been meaning to clean my bike

but I just hadn’t found the time to do it. The Starbucks was busy and I won-dered when I came back out if he would still be there. When I returned, he was working up, down, and all around the bike. I’ve had my bike detailed at my local Harley dealership and it costs around $150 for them to do the same job this gentleman was doing right now for a fifteenth of the cost. I finished my coffee and told him I didn’t want to take up any more of his time today. I reached into my pocket and pulled out all of the spare bills I had, which totaled a whopping $36, and handed them to him. I said I wished I had more to give him, and the expression of respect and joy that built up inside of him was immeasurable.

As I bent down to unlock my helmet, and after I had put it on my head, I reached into my saddle bag to organize a few things I was carrying. As I did this, he starting working feverishly scrub-bing my helmet clean right as I knelt there wearing it. I thanked him for a job well done and went on my way. I got about a half mile away when I decided to turn around. I found Jacobi in the corner of the parking lot crying with his head held down as tears ran down the bridge of his nose, as if to say, “I’ve had enough of

the struggle and humiliation today.” I asked him if I could please take a photo of him with my cycle so I could remember him and this job he had done so well. Again he filled with great joy and gratitude for the little bit of respect I bestowed upon him. He stood proud and strong with an inherent sense of satisfaction and pride for his ability to bring happiness to another person, and to contribute to something that brought someone else so much joy today.

I was homeless for about a year around 1990-91, so I understand some of what this man has to endure on a day-to-day basis. As I thanked him again and began to exit, more tears started streaming down his face. I said to him, “Please don’t cry—I have an old friend named Jacobi, and now I have a new friend named Jacobi.” I saw my own feelings of self-worth and pride shining through Jacobi as if he were my own child. Never take for granted a helping hand, even if it’s from someone whom you truly feel doesn’t have a helping hand to give. We are all one.

Sincerely, Ginger

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WE ARE ALL WATER BALLOONSBy Steven Glickman

I’m sure you remember as well as I do the Star Trek: The Next Gener-ation episode titled “Home Soil.” It’s famous for the description of humanoid life forms as “ugly bags of mostly water.” Surprisingly, it’s

not meant as a compliment. But, if you take out the ugly part, you’ve got a pretty accurate description of the human body. And it’s important to accept this view of our bodies when we choose the safety gear and clothing we’ll wear because, after all, we are all basically giant water balloons.

I’m not going to tell you what to wear, because I’m not your dad. I know that safety gear that’s uncomfortable and gets in the way can be more risky than nothing at all. Even still, the govern-ment tells you that you have to wear a DOT-compliant helmet. Washington requires you to wear eye protection and, while Oregon doesn’t, I’ve seen riders in other states with shorts, tank tops, flip flops, and no helmet, and even they were wearing eye protection.

When I started to ride, I was told to wear a helmet, eye protection, long sleeves, long pants, gloves, and sturdy shoes that cover my ankles. I consider that the minimum riding gear and I never wear anything less than that. Your choice of clothing and gear should account for riding, falling down, and crashing.

The first thing to choose is your helmet. A ½ helmet protects your head but not your face. A ¾ helmet will allow you to have a face shield and can protect you from debris, wind, and noise. A full-face helmet can do what a ¾ helmet does plus can protect your face if you fall. My face is too handsome to risk damage so I wear a full-face helmet.

Covering all your skin when you’re riding protects you from bugs, rocks,

or debris that can hit you as you ride, and wind and sun. Sunburns stink. A bug hitting you at 70 mph hurts. It’s also a big distraction and that’s a threat to your safety. Just think about what will feel good when you ride, but also what will leave you feeling good after your ride. Protect your skin and you’re fine, as long as you’re rubber side down…

If you fall, you need clothing that protects your skin and joints. Jeans and T-shirts don’t cut it. You have to do a lot of important things with your feet

when you ride, like shifting, and sup-porting your bike when stopped, and sturdy boots help with all those things, but if you fall, boots can keep the skin on your feet and your ankles from being broken. Good gloves—leather or textile with reinforcements for your knuck-les and wrists—can provide the same protection for your hands and wrists. Strong textile clothing with armor at the shoulders, elbows, back, hips, and knees will save your skin. Leather cloth-ing with armor is even better. A track rider will have a leather jumpsuit with standard armor, back armor, and even chest protection. Some leather jump-suits now come with a built-in airbag. Clearly, that’s best.

Ultimately, though, if you are in a high-speed crash, especially if you’re hit by a car, even the best gear may not

save you. Like any water balloon, you will most likely go “splat!” We know riding a motorcycle is much riskier than driving in a

“cage,” and getting around on a motorcycle is not the safest way to transport our water balloon selves. But dressing right will help us enjoy riding because, even though we don’t ride motorcycles to be safe, we ride safe so we can keep riding our motorcycles.

Steven Glickman has been a UPS driver for 20 years and has served on his local safety committee. He’s put more than 6,000 miles on his bike just this year (and the year ain’t over).

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If you are in the Portland Metro area, a wonderful place to grab a coffee is See See Motor Coffee Co. There is usu-ally parking in front of the café on NE Sandy or around

the corner from the shop. “See See” is a play on words for “cc,” cubic centimeters. See See’s is obsessed with gorgeous metric motorcycles, and this wonderful obsession makes See See’s feel like a motorcycle museum. Once parked and inside the café, you will be invited over to the counter by the friendly barista, who will take your order. See See Motor Coffee Co. serves up Stumptown Coffee—which happens to be one of my favorite roasters. On cold days, I love to order a hot latte, and on hot days I enjoy an iced coffee; either one is always deli-cious and helps me wash down a tasty pastry. See See’s serves up breakfast sandwiches, pastries from Roman Candle Baking Co., and locally crafted hot dogs. There is even a happy hour from 4 to 7 p.m. daily, when you can get a hot dog and a beer for $5 (or just a dog for $1 off)! After you’ve eaten, grab your coffee and mosey over to the See See Moto Shop where you’ll find moto clothes, helmets, jackets, gloves, and other para-phernalia that we bikers totally dig: knives, patches, maga-zines, leather goods, etc. There is always someone fun to start up a conversation with about… what else? Motorcycles! See See Motor Coffee Co. also puts on “The One Moto Show.” This event highlights vintage bikes, café racers, metrics, and old Harley-Davidsons. I have attended the show every year and can say it is a great time. You will meet bikers of all makes and models, all of us together celebrating the machine we love. The next time you’re looking for a great coffee, skip Starbucks and have a very cool experience at See See Motor Coffee Co.

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WHAT WYATT BRINGS ALONG

I’ve been asked what I take with me on a road trip and if I use every-thing I take. Some items you may not have thought about bringing along, others you may feel you don’t need. I hope to help you out

one way or another. I joke about Wyatt—my tool-box trailer—being my garage, office, bed-

room, closet, living room, bathroom, kitchen, and bar all in one. Someday I’d like to actually find a kids’ kitchen sink to bring along and, when asked if I have a kitchen sink too, I can say, “Yes, here it is!”

The outside: Under the cover on top is my camping gear. I carry a spare can of gas on top of the left fender. I have a cooler on the tongue. Work gloves I use every time I unhook and hook him, as the exhaust from the bike gets on the hitch and there is black soot on it. These I keep on top of the cooler, under the bungee cords.

The inside: I have a large variety of things. Spare oil, bug spray, extra sunscreen, toilet paper and baby wipes, lots of little items I use for camping, umbrella, laundry soap, Spray ‘n Wash, fabric softener and fabric softener ball. Cleaning supplies for Lobo (my 2005 HD Softail Heritage Classic). Flashlight, duct tape (use it all the time), large American atlas, long chain to chain Wyatt up when not hooked up to Lobo, tools, zip ties.

I have a bag in which I store all my chemical and spare items. I store the chain over the axle. The weight has to be distributed properly to assure Wyatt doesn’t sway; the heaviest weight is placed over the axle.

I have a soft-sided cooler I use for camping when walking around from site to site. Inside it I store my munchies, peanut butter, bread, spare coolie cups and any other non-chemical items.

I had a waterproof bag made for my laptop and electronic devices. Jet-pack (my internet connection for traveling), external hard drive, spare camera, battery chargers for all devices, extra-long extension cord, a plug extension that converts a three-prong to a two-prong (use it a lot in older homes I stay in or trailers), a plug extension that turns a single outlet plug into a three-outlet plug (use this a lot as well). Spare GPS motorcycle cover and battery. I find bringing spares to be a very helpful way to cut down on stress. I never know where I’m going to be from one or two stops out. It’s difficult to have things shipped when you don’t know where to ship them. As for the GPS, those parts are not available at any store, not even Best Buy,

so I have had to order them online; it saves me a ton of stress. Extra USB external ports, cords for charging, a wall socket and a cig socket.

Spare boots that I stuff with heavy-duty socks to help keep their shape. Heavy-duty socks come in handy for riding, cold floors, or camping. I have found it necessary to have a spare pair of boots. I ride in any weather and in the rain a lot. Once, my boots never had a chance to dry out and the glue

didn’t hold and the sole fell off. Another time a zipper broke. I always buy a new pair of boots each year, so it’s not as if these boots were old and worn out either.

A large duffle bag has my outer cloth-ing in it. I roll up my clothes; it saves space. I layer them according to the kinds of clothes they are: 3 pairs of jeans and 2 shorts, swimsuit on the bottom, as I don’t use them as often. Next layer: 5 long-sleeve tops, 7 shelf-bra spaghetti tops, 7 T-shirts, 14 tank tops. I wear tank tops the most, so I bring more of them.

A smaller duffle bag has my under-clothing, PJs, refill medicines and refill shampoos/conditioners, as the smaller

ones are in my overnight bag. When en route to the next stop, my overnight bag is on my backseat to double as a backrest.

I have a bag with my office needs in them. Notebooks for journaling and record-keeping. Bills—I pay most online, but some don’t use online billing. State maps. Several plastic pouches for receipts, paper collectibles for scrap-booking, newspapers or magazines. A smaller bag inside the office bag with a travel-size stapler, scissors (wouldn’t travel without them!), scotch tape, pens, highlighters, markers, sticky notes (use them all the time), and my checkbook.

I’ve lived on the road many times now and I’ve found that I use every-thing I pack. I don’t have much spare room and sometimes people give me gifts, so I send a package home. I don’t buy a lot of souvenirs as I don’t col-lect much other than Harley pins and biker ornaments. I love living on the road and find that Lobo, Wyatt, and I make a pretty darn good team!

Ride hard, ride safe, and have a groovy one!

Lady Fred is a member of the Motor Maids and many other women’s orga-nizations/RG/Clubs. She is an A.B.A.T.E. member for 20 years, HOG/LOH, Patriot Guard Riders and American Legion Axillary. You can find her at face-book.com/LadyFredBikerChick.

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By Jesse B. Taylor, Jasper & Co. HD

This is Jasper’s personal bike, a 1995 Road King. Most people wouldn’t believe the true age of this bike from first glance. That’s the thing about showing an older bike a little love, or in this case

a lot. Basically the only way to tell what era the bike is from is by the Evo-lution motor. But this is no ordinary Evo—the inner mechanics are con-sidered top secret around the shop.

This is an exciting time for Jasper; one of the many sacrifices of being the shop owner is putting customers’ bikes before your own. Many days and nights our crew bikes sit lonely in the corner, watching us wrench away on other motorcycles. As my own skills progress, every new task learned frees Jasper to make a little headway on his own projects. There is hardly a part on this bike he hasn’t modified.

Jasper has dubbed this bike “El Vaquero” in the sense of the horse-mounted, gun-slinging prelude to the cowboys of the Old West. Much like the name, this bike has a bold, aggressive stance. He is running a 21-inch front wheel, with a custom wrapper fender. We often have people ask the size of the wheel because the fender gives the illusion it’s much larger. With front-

and rear-air ride suspen-sion the chin spoiler and fender nearly rest on the ground. All of the body-work has been made specifically for Jasper. The “Black Sand Pearl” paint job was done by Keydup Customs in Hill-sboro, Oregon. At night or hidden in the shadows, this motorcycle looks dark, even sinister on the prowl. When the sun hits it just right, the bike shines like you’re panning for gold. Aside from its style, this is by far the loudest bike I have ever heard. A few times I’ve been working with my back turned and nearly jumped out of my skin when he fired it up. Believe me when I say it is as fast as it is loud.

You may not be fast enough to catch him on the freeway, so come by the shop and check us out—and be sure to check back with Tankside to see what’s in the works, or follow our builds on the Jasper & Co. HD Face-book page.

IN THE SHOP: EL VAQUERO

REMINISCING ABOUT LAST YEAR’S SOLO TRIP TO STURGIS VIA CANADA

By Linda Landeis

As I plan my route and adventures for 2015, I rem-inisce of last year, a seven-day solo ride to Sturgis via Canada on my brand new Indian Chief Vintage.

Day 1 was to Kennewick, Washington. Day 2: I entered Canada thru Bonners Ferry, Idaho, stayed in Cranbrook, British Columbia. Day 3: I headed north toward Glacier, Canada, turned east thru Kootenay National Park, to Banff/Canmore, B.C. for two beautiful days of riding and sightseeing. Day 6: Headed east thru Calgary, Alberta to Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan. Day 7 was tough; I entered back into the U.S.A. in North Dakota, found myself a bit lost, but found my way thanks to some very nice and informed locals in Crosby, North Dakota, who led me through some awesome backs roads to Highway 85. Though stuck in con-struction traffic for about three hours at 30 mph, I made my way south to South Dakota, and my campground at the Buffalo Chip. It was about a 13-hour day. I was so tired, but had to get my gear that I shipped to set up camp; well, the very nice guy at the UPS shipping area brought my gear

to the campsite and helped me set my tent up.The next day my friends from Vermont arrived. I met

these great people at Sturgis in 2006, and we’ve gone on at least one motorcycle event per year ever since.

During my stay in Sturgis, I attended the IRG-Indian Riders Group VIP dinner. It happened to be in my camp-ground, and I got to bring a friend, had dinner, with prizes given. I won first place for riding farthest on an Indian to Sturgis—2,300 miles—and got my picture taken with Mike Wolfe from American Pickers. They took group photos of the Indians and their owners, and then we all rode into an amphitheater area with special Indian parking.

Once there Indian hosted a VIP party with hors d’oeuvres, drinks, and special passes to see the Lynyrd Skynyrd concert.

I truly had the time of my life. We were treated like roy-alty by IRG.

When I arrive in Sturgis this year on July 27, I will be going to the Indian vendor downtown to check the time and place of the Indian Owners/Riders Group dinner party.

Story to follow in an upcoming Tankside.

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In the Cage

HR-V: HONDA SCORES WITH ITS SUV COMPACT MODEL

By Roger Rivero

Some “experts” talk about the compact SUV “bubble” by analogy with the real estate debacle that led to the eco-nomic crisis in 2008. According to them, although it’s true

that more and more buyers are preferring small utility vehicles over sedans, manufacturers are paying too much attention to this trend, concentrating efforts in a sector that could, at some point, burst ... just like a bubble.

To Honda, it doesn’t matter. To prove it, the company just released a new compact SUV model, the HR-V. Having been available at dealerships in mid-May, in the first 15 days more than 6,000 units were sold. Apparently “Car Wars,” a prestigious and influential report on the auto industry, got it right, predicting that Honda is the only manufac-turer with the possibility of win-ning market share in the next four years, while the rest will remain largely unchanged at best.

The HR-V has been a success. While it borrows some features from its cousins and brothers—the Fit’s platform and “magic” seats, engine of the Civic, CR-V appearance—this small crossover wins deserved praise for being a well-rounded piece of engineer-ing. From the outside it seems small, but it is not. The comfort and spaciousness inside for both driver and passengers are evident, without even putting into action the clever seating system incor-porated from the Honda Fit. Speaking of seats, some more pad-ding on the front wouldn’t hurt. The cabin is quiet thanks to new and more efficient insulation materials, while the confusing and

questioned dual-screen navigation, radio and telephone system has disappeared.

My first contact with this car was last April, during the “Mud Fest” organized by the Northwest Automotive Press Association. I was amazed at their ability to successfully overcome difficult terrain. Of course, 15 minutes behind the wheel of a car are not enough. Now with a week for testing and after nearly 400 miles, I’m impressed with the HR-V.

The engine, a 16-valve, 4-cyl-inder SOHC, generates 141 horses. While an unimpressive number, it’s enough to not feel a clear need for power, especially using a manual transmission. With CVT (continuous variable transmission), the run is more lazy and lackluster.

The HR-V’s suspension is firm, but with good absorption of imperfections in the road, and while not sporty, it does

offer safety in the curves. Fuel economy is similar to that of its competitors, 28 miles in the city and 35 on the highway.

This car comes loaded with standard features for a price that makes you blink a few times looking for any mistake. Standouts in the list: reverse camera, USB port, 5-inch screen, Bluetooth connec-tivity, tire pressure monitor, remote entry and steering controls. All this, the prestige of the brand, and the elegance of a new model for less than $20,000... $19,115 to be exact for the LX Manual, reaching $25,840 for the EX-L with four-wheel drive.

My love-at-first-sight with the HR-V ended in romance. When you feel at ease and enjoy driving a car under $20,000, as they say, “It’s a done deal.”


The Long Way Home

HEAVEN IN HELLS CANYON

By Wolfgang von Hohenzollern

Headed over to my friend’s house. We are plan-ning to leave in the early a.m. for Hells Canyon Motorcycle Rally. I have gone the last few years

and it is a great time. The rides are amazing. Baker is a great town with cool history. I arrive at Bob and Cindy’s house. A friend of theirs, Roxy, is coming over too. I am told that Roxy is a badass who rides a big bike and knows how to handle it. We drink a beer and have some laughs out on their patio, over a fire. Such great weather we are having in Portland! Per-fect riding weather. None of us are complaining. Roxy arrives. We hear her bike before she even gets to the driveway. It is such a crazy thing—bikers can be talking and laughing but when we hear loud pipes, we all stop and just listen. It is like we are hearing the Lord speak or something, so we need to show reverence. We go to greet Roxy at the driveway. Roxy’s bike is gorgeous and, well, Roxy is pretty good-looking, too. Bob and Cindy told me they had a secret hope for Roxy and me to hit it off so they would have another couple to ride with. Wow, talk about self-absorbed, right? I chuck-led. It was pretty obvious they were matchmaking. I had low expectations until I saw Roxy on that sweet bike. Ladies, you know how, for a man, a car is a “chick magnet”? Well, understand that a sexy bike attracts us guys to you and becomes a “guy magnet.” Don’t underestimate the power of your bike!

After hugs and introductions, Roxy’s bike gets rolled into the garage alongside ours. She is handed a glass of wine and comes to the backyard by the fire. We are laughing, enjoying the summer air, talking about HCMR and which rides we want to go on. All four of us have hit the rally many times. The Little Dragon is our favorite, 188 curves in 14 miles. We joke about taking Dramamine before we ride the Little Dragon. The moun-tains and views in Hells Canyon are effing insane! Even as veteran HCMR riders, we are still giddy about heading out in the morning. It gets to be time to hit the sack so we can get up early. I get the couch and Roxy gets the guest room. It was a long day and the beer has relaxed me so I am asleep almost as fast as my head hits the leather arm.

5 a.m. comes early. We are up, drinking coffee with water backs to hydrate, showering, and getting all “pretty” just to ride, within a few hours,

into temperatures as hot as hell. Our bikes are packed and we back them out of the garage and roll on down the road. Bob leads, Cindy is second, Roxy is third, and I am the sweep. The sun is starting to come up from the direction we are heading. Once we roll into Baker, we head over to the house of some friends, who don’t ride but love us bikers. These great people serve us breakfast, feed and have fresh snacks for us. We support this kindness by giving them some Franklins before we even arrive. Bob and I always make sure they have a list for us of things they need repaired or

worked on. Each year we help Tom and Rachel maintain their home. It works perfectly. We catch up, laugh, grab coffee and eggs. Tom and Rachel are like family. I have taken them both for rides through the canyon so they can feel what we bikers feel—so very different than a car. This is what is so great about HCMR: the friends you make, the experiences, and the beauty of Hells Canyon. The rally is a fun event that anyone can attend. Come see Historic Baker City. Along with motorcycling, there is rafting, biking, hunting, jet boats, museums, so much to do. I have enjoyed hiking and fishing over the years during the HCMR. I do some rides then go out into the wilderness a bit. Of course, you know I love museums, so I have visited them all through the years.

After a few hours, the four of us decide to go for a ride. The weather is sublime. We head straight to Hells Canyon, about 70 miles from Baker. Hardly anyone else is on the roads except other bikers. It is pure heaven with the sun shining, the crispness of the mountains, and the blueness of the water. Roxy is pretty heavenly herself. She is funny, vivacious, accom-plished, classy, smart, very attractive, and rides a Harley; this is like a dream come true for almost any red-blooded American male. She han-dles her Harley super well and you can tell she has been riding since she was a young girl. Roxy and I marvel at the beauty of the landscape at a stop along the way. We look into each other’s eyes and smile, not having to say a word—having a huge common denominator like riding motor-cycles makes for hearts and minds that are in sync already. It would be nice to spend more time with Roxy; hopefully she feels the same. As I get on my bike and put on my helmet, I realize I have just found heaven in Hells Canyon.

Having a huge common

denominator like riding

motorcycles makes for hearts and minds that

are in sync already.


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