Mid Spring Moab Dual Sporting (Day 2)

Lord have mercy, Day 2 in Moab would prove to be a body buster.  If you’ve been to Moab, you’ll know that you don’t have to ride very long distances to put some hurt on your body.  Day 2 found us riding a relatively short distance, but on some of the gnarlier stuff that Moab had to offer.  The day was going to be John T, Brian, and myself.  In a group of 2 or 3, you can really knock out some rides.  Brian was only in town for a short time, so he was looking to get some riding in.  I can’t blame him.  When you drive 1300+ miles to a location to ride, you want to ride…..and ride….and ride.

First one must gear up for the ride:

So that is what we would do.  What to do first though?  First up was decided that we would ride a section none of us had ridden before.  Close by, and some of the reviews said “if wet…..don’t attempt”.  Silly jeepers can’t handle rocks apparently.  We decided as well that we would ride Steelbender North to South, so that we’d be closer to more riding after the section was done.  From what I recall of the beginning, the trail was a good mix of sand, and rocks.  Some moderate obstacles were in along the way, but nothing that was unmanageable. This section of the ride, it was early, I was mildly tired, and thus resulted in me taking minimal pictures.

Somewhere along the way of Steelbender, Brian offered up his 500 to me.  I was intrigued to try his bike for a couple reasons.  One was that I wanted to see what I was missing with having the 350 instead of the 500.  Two, Brian had some fancy re-valved forks on the bike.  I want to say Pro-Action 3 way valving, but I may be wrong here.  Three, Brian runs a steering damping (Scotts) and I run nothing on my 350.  Anyways….I was glad I got to see the difference.

Power wise, there is a pretty easy comparison.  The 500 has the power of the 350, but from 0 revs on up.  I know it has more, but it was smooth, linear, and while it could rip  your arms out, you didn’t have the feeling like it was constantly going to run away from you.  The 350, you gotta be up in the Revs to be pulling all its power.  On top of that, with the 13/48 gearing I was running, you could feel the slight lack in pep vs riding back at sea level at home.  Suspension wise, while I felt that the re-valved forks were good, I didn’t think it’d be worth spending the money to get my forks reworked.  If I were racing AA on a weekly basis, yeah the OEM fork valving needs help, but for the 99%…the stock valving is pretty darned good (spring rates aside).  The steering damper is another thing, well I had no idea I was testing a bike with one.  So in that regard, I didn’t notice any ill effects.  Brian stated that he loves his, though only had it due to it being on the bike when he got it.  Again, I suppose it could help, but the prices on those……

Bike testing aside, once back on the 350, I felt back at home, though down on power.  I missed that, and realized that if I had to have 1 machine, that the 500 would for sure be it.  We meandered along the trail, enjoying some nice overcast sky.

Brian and John discussing the trail thus far:

The bulk of the trail looked like this:

That last pic is a bit of a lie.  Yeah, just about everything in Moab is 2-track, since its all Jeep created (motorcycle specific areas excluded).  What you just don’t get is how you go from a flowing sandy 2 track section, to knee high rock boulders in the middle of the trail, requiring instant clutch work with a healthy dose of body english to not go bashing your rims like a bowling ball into rock ledges.

Some of those rocky things behind me:

You can see John T coming down a bit of these rocks here:

As we worked our way to the end of Steelbender, it was apparent why going the opposite direction of us would have been a PITA.  There’s one bad hill climb, that if wet, would be nearly impassible.  At the end of the trail is a nice creek crossing, which had some depth to it due to recent rains.  We had a small crowd (2 ladies walking their dogs), so we all did our best to not drown any bikes.  Success was had, with us working our way West out of the area to intersect with 191 and decide our next course of action.

Enter…..Behind the Rocks:

We saw we were close to Behind The Rocks, and I secretly saw that it connected with the back entrance to Pritchett Canyon, so I was all for doing this.  The pic above shows what is the first obstacle to get into Behind the Rocks.  After Brian and myself worked our way up Guardian Hill….we pulled out the lawnchairs and watch John.  This climb is one of those commit, and line selection.  The added difficulty being that at the top, it’s all sand, which gets really kills your grip along the way.  If you have a hard time with balancing….this one could prove difficult.

I snagged a quick video of “helping” John :lol3

Brian has some good video leading up to Guardian Hill, as well as all of our climbs up it.  Sweet word these videos don’t do this place justice:

 

Looking back at that video….I see I was of 0 help with getting John and his bike up the hill.  Woops :lol3.  Behind the rocks though, would prove to be a great combination of sandy stuff where you can just rail the bike, combined with technical rocks, and some wicked climbs and descents.  We found ourselves on a quick little off-shoot, which was a nice place to stop for a quick snack break.  Good time for some of the peanutbutter balls my wife makes for me:

Then how can you NOT like stuff like this?

Along the way, you end up at an absolutely gnarly downhill.  There is a go-around, but Brian and I felt we were up for the challenge.  I missed taking some pics at the top, so I’ll do my best to describe it.  This downhill had several lines to get down it.  The main issue though with most of the lines is that at the end of each, there was a 4-5′ drop you had to do.  I’m not one to shy away from such dangers, but figured I’d choose to most conservative approach of the available lines.  Brian chose to be Mr. HotRod & do one where he jumps off at the end.  My video….which he makes it look like you’re rolling off a curb at Starbucks:

Brian’s full video, you can get a bit better grasp of what you’re dealing with:

From here, you work your way down, around, and through the woods….to White Knuckle Hill we go.  I didn’t know what it was at the time, but soon understood why it was called that.  I began riding down, to realize that the route I’d chosen…..well, wasn’t the best.  Luckily I was able to stop, reposition, and square of the direction I wanted to go.  I did capture a nice pic while I scouted my lines:

As soon as I got down, I saw John & Brian scouting a much different route….one that appeared to have less ledges\etc.

At this point, we weren’t far from the end of Behind The Rocks, and were seeing the sign for Pritchett Canyon.  It was decided we’d better eat a snack before heading on, as we’d been told that Pritchett Canyon is one of the hardest trails in the Moab area.

I suppose it’s possible that they could be right (trail goes down off that ledge…)

TBC

-Andrew

PS – If you’re interested….All off Brians videos are posted here: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC_Rof1UeU6rqyGsBwTd7GTw/videos?shelf_id=0&view=0&sort=dd

Mid Spring Moab Dual Sporting (Intro)

As with last year, a trip to Moab, Utah was planned for early\mid Spring.  This year however is absolutely terrible timing.  Two days after I’m set to come back from the trip, I’ve got a trade show with my shop.  I find out that we’ve also hired a sales & marketing intern, so this adds in the prep work needed for the trip.  Oh yah……I’m also a couple months in on building a new house.  I’m not swinging the hammers, but I still have the feeling of “I should just stay home”.  Yet, I’m living in a basement, with my moto crap on borrowed space as well in my parents basement, so stick with the plan and get in some bucket list rides I missed last year.

The plan was to leave Thursday April 28th and get home Saturday May 7th.  Factor in 24 hours of driving, which gives us roughly 7 days of riding, or something like that.  Still fuzzy and all that.  Last year there were 3 of us driving out together, meeting up with some guys from a local Meetup group.  This year was just myself and John T, who I’m sure I pissed off plenty before the trip with my himhawing about saving pennies for the house, my current work load, and my consideration of selling my KTM 350, to which he kindly referred to as”the most fking incredible bike ever”.  Other than that, our riding plans were “get there and ride”.  I had some ulterior motives and longed to do 5 Miles of Hell, and the Kokopelli Trail with visiting Top of The World along the way.  Aside from that, the plan was to ride a lot and get home with bodies & bikes in the same condition as when they left.

The cast of characters for this year:

Myself:

John T:

Amazingly enough, we stuck rather well to the initial plan.  John arrived at my parents place where I said goodbye to my wife and dog.  We began loading up the back of my truck with Johns 350 (his bike is precious and needs a Rekluse and can’t get dirt on it :D), followed by piling in all our crap, ending with my 350 sitting neatly on the hitch hauler.  All this was packed into my extended cab Chevy Colorado, which at this point had less than 5,000 miles on it.  Why I suggested taking it is beyond me, but hey….it’s more fun than an F150 :lol3

All loaded up, we got out the door @ 5:32pm CST.  Next stop….Moab!

-Andrew

Droning and Rustic Road Riding on a Snagged Bike

To say I’m “between things” is an understatement.  I’m in the process of building a house, which means I’m living in a basement.  All my moto stuff is in another location….a basement at that.  I’m also between things on what I’m doing with riding bikes.  I’ve got my KTM 350, which was originally scooped up for racing & aggressive dual sport riding.  For the past couple years it’s fulfilled that purpose, yet as of late, I’ve been doing more random day rides.  While the 350 does these, and surprisingly well, you are left with a feeling of “this poor bike should be pulling wheelies in the dirt”.  Enter the snagged bike….

 

A fine specimen at that.  A 2013 R1200GS water cooled thingamabobber.  The bike belongs to my mother, who has followed my fathers lead in taking to these fine Bavarian machines.  Thankfully she is gracious enough to share the bike with me, which means I can blast out some miles, clear my head, and also put some perspective on what I’d like for my “next bike”…..cause it seems there is always a “next bike”.

So this past Sunday, weather was looking nice, I had some free time, and well…..I wanted to grab 3 or 4 more Rustic Roads up in Wisconsin.  Or in this case…..Over in Wisconsin.  The 4 RR’s I intended of riding were near the Illinois\Iowa\Wisconsin Border around 140 miles from home.  The plan was simple.  Take highway to get to the good stuff quickly.  Ride good stuff till I tired, and then meander my way home.  The arrow shows home & the 4 stars were the RR’s I wanted to hit.

By 7:30am, it was sidestand up and I was on my way.  Normally, I need a quick pitstop around the 1 hour mark when I first start a ride.  This time was different, with not needing to stop until a little over 2 hours in.  I needed fuel, as well as a quick break.  I filled up in South Wayne, WI (I’d stopped here before a few years ago on my nighthawk when I took a night trip to Dubuque, IA & back).  This stop I believe is right off the Cheese Trail or something like that.  By this point, I could tell the temps were rising.  A refreshing feeling.

I was quickly back on the bike, as I had only about 30-40 miles until I hit the first Rustic Road #66.  All the roads within 10-15 miles of here just became increasingly exciting.  RR #66 itself proved to be quite exciting.  All these areas bordering farm land and hills and valleys.

RR #66 actually meanders through a couple different offshoot roads.  It’s not a continuous section.  I took a section that which seemed most appealing, and rode it.  In hindsight, I shoulda backtracked and rode it all, but figured…..ehhhh there will be more good stuff ahead.  I will go back to Highway I out there.  That was good stuff.  Up next was RR #99.

About 15 minutes from the start of RR #99, the area began to ring a bell to me.  It was in Dickeyville, WI that I realized I’d been here before when I did the TWAT ride with my buddy Jameson.  I also realized at this point that something was acting up with my sinuses.  I wouldn’t have minded riding out to #99 again, as it’s not far from the Mississippi River and was a fun area.  However it was warming up, sinuses as I mentioned, and I wanted to meander my way North towards RR #70.

I found myself being directed down more open roads via the BMW GPS.  I had my personal Garmin on me, but couldn’t mount it on the bike, so was having to follow the thing.  Then I’d find myself accelerating quickly, resulting in missing some offshoot roads that just looked incredibly appealing.  When I arrived at the next RR, I told myself to slow it down, smell the roses (or in this case cow crap), and enjoy the scenery.  That which I did.

 

RR #70 proved to be quite enjoyable, turning to gravel, and allowed myself a spot to rest away from traffic (or so I thought), adjust my riding gear, and eat a quick snack.

I had just utilized the outdoor restrooms, and was mid selfie when a truck & trailer come flying over a nearby hill.  I figured, ok, farms….one car most likely.  Sure enough 5 minutes later, another car comes flying past.  Good thing I took found the local restroom when I did. haha.  RR #70 as noted before was gravel.  I continued to remind myself that this bike is not mine, and to keep my cool.

I pushed myself to take random roads on my way to each Rustic Road, so that is what I did.  I left RR #70 around 11:15.  I managed to spend the next 45 minutes, making the 10 mile ride over to RR #75.  Along the way, I took some more loose gravel roads.  Oddly for me, I felt so out of my element.  I even put the mighty R1200GS into “enduro” mode.  While enduro mode loosens up the suspension, eases the traction control\asc\abs, it still doesn’t change the fact that you’re riding a 600# road bike, with road tires, on gravel.  I really have a difficult time wrapping my head around it.  Turns where I’d come in at 50, drop a gear or two, kick the bike sideways….I’m coming in at 10-15mph thinking “MOG THIS SHE’s GOING DOWN!!!”

Ok, so there’s some mild hyperbole here, but it does highlight for me some of that which I do, and don’t want in a bike.  More on that later, as for now, I managed to spend some good time meandering to RR #75…..which itself was rather uneventful.

It was noon at this point, and I needed food.  I could sense a headache we be coming on soon, and on top of that I could definitely tell my sinuses were well on their way to screw me up.  I didn’t really know where I was gonna head, but found myself enjoying the roads that twisted their way East, which ended up dumping me over in Mineral Point, WI.  I bopped into the old school downtown area, and saw a little placed called Gray Dog Deli.  This looked like a refreshing place to stop, took a seat and ordered some feed.

Lunch (and possibly dessert), combined with some ice tea and out of the sun rejuvenated me to get ready for the ride home.  This was somewhat uneventful, as I finished lunch at 1:30, I’d been riding since 7:30 and for 230 miles….and I had around 130 or so to get home.  I moseyed my way Southwest towards Monroe, WI at which point I hopped on 81 into Beloit, following 43 to 12 on home.

Not the most glorious, but enjoyable nonetheless.  The big GS really highlighted to me how well it is at eating up distance miles.  Ironically, I set the cruise control right around 70 while on 43\12.  The bike hummed along smoothly.  I thought about how well the GS was on the street, yet on the fun stuff, I found myself riding much as I did on my Ducati Multistrada.  It’s just far too comfortable at going Above The Law speeds (not that I’d know…..).  It also had me not flowing enough through turns, and found me blasting past good looking offshoot roads.  Possibly a factor of speed, dash gadgets, and who knows what else.

All that pondered, I can’t and won’t argue with a free bike ride.  I was able to snag 3 more Rustic Roads, and enjoyed every bit of it.  Next time….I’ll try to think less haha.

-Andrew

Don’t Be Late! 2 Singles and a Twin KTM Ride the TWAT – Prelim – Day 1

The plan began I don’t know when. My buddy Jameson (lamoson) and I both have wanted to ride the TWAT for quite awhile. We hadn’t settled on where when or how until the planets had aligned just right. See, my wife and I were selling our house, and I knew I’d need some way to relax after all that. Jameson had spent the past eternity rehabbing his house and was finally seeing its completion nearing. So 2 weeks after closing on my house, we planned to jump ship on a Sunday afternoon, with strict requirement that I be back before Friday for a rehearsal dinner for my sister in-laws wedding. Years ago, I missed my other sister in-laws rehearsal dinner, so I was responsible to not make the same mistake twice. Don’t Be Late!!! :lol3

Our plan was straight forward. I’d leave my house on my KTM 350. Meet Jameson at his place near Lake Geneva, WI. We’d leave Sunday afternoon, following Stateline Road West to the start of the TWAT. We would then head North on the TWAT to my parents cabin near Soldiers Grove, WI right off the TWAT. From there, we’d blast our way North. We’d go as far as we could, and camp along the way. We’d blast our way North, and then do the same, heading South, back home to arrive sometime Thursday PM. I secretly thought…..ehh, I can get home Friday and be OK, but figured I’d plan on the safe end of things. :D

So a week or so before the ride, Jameson informs me, he’s got a 3rd guy looking to go with us. 2 problems for him. He was to be at a wedding the Sunday that we were leaving, and according to him….he’s a nancy with a KTM 690 and riding from his place in Wisconsin to ride the TWAT was too far. This guy….I tell yah. Things ended up panning out however. Caleb decided that he’d be zonked from the wedding he was going to, so would drive\trailer out to Jameson & I near Soldiers Grove, WI. He’d meet up Monday AM, and we’d all roost into the distance.

To get things straight here, let’s sort out our cast of characters.

Myself – Riding my 2013 KTM 350 (pic in the old house….goodbye old friend)
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Jameson – With his KTM 950
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Caleb – Riding a KTM 690
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Day 1 – Sunday…afternoon

I left my in-laws house (my current residence) to meetup with Jameson. It’s about 40 minutes from my place to Jamesons. About 2 minutes into the ride, I could tell it’d be….interesting. I’ve spent some time on my 350. From racing harescrambles, to gnarly riding out in Moab. This was a different ball of wax. I had a giant tank bag my dad gave me, with all sorts of luggage and crap strapped to the back. I had an area the size of my waist to sit, keeping me locked into one position. Not how I like to ride. I topped up with fuel, zeroed my trip meters, and was off to meetup with Jameson.

Jameson locked & loaded to roll:
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I adjusted my luggage a bit, and neglected to take a picture, because, well….I have a tendency to not take pictures. I try, but I fail at times.

With that, we were off, and ready to hit the open road. Jameson navigated us along a handful of Wisconsin backroads, slowly meandering our way to meetup with Stateline Road. For those not familiar, Stateline Road weasels it’s way the border between Wisconsin and Illinois. The road starts about 5 minutes from my house, and works it’s way all the way west to Galena, IL or somewhere thereabouts. About an hour in, I needed to relieve myself, so as I tend to do while out riding solo, I found us a small park to rest at.

Don’t look so surprised –
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At this point, we both reveled at the magic that is the Garmin Montana. I wirelessly synced data from my device to his. Magic. If you look close enough, you can see the data in the air.

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We moseyed on, heading due West. Ok, not due West, but in a total zig-zag along the IL\WI Border. This was fun, but after awhile got to be annoying. That’s not right. The reality is this. You’re riding along farm fields, as far as your eyes can see. Corn to the left, Corn to the right. For some reason, they decide to put stop signs at every single intersection along the way. No one is out here. Cows, maybe. I don’t know. I didn’t care however, as we were riding, the sun was out, and we were enjoying it.

Somewhere along the way, we crossed this bridge, and I took a picture:
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At this point, we weren’t too far from the actual start of the TWAT. I think I was about 150 miles in? I was soaking up the fact that my 350 was getting 55-60mpg thus far (and would for the rest of the trip) meanwhile, the 950 was somewhere in the 30-35mpg range. But that doesn’t matter, because fossil fuels be damned. We had to ride!

First proper stop along the way was a little jaunt that puts you in the Mississippi River
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Sunsets and god awful garbage can windscreens
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We headed back onto the trail, at which point I saw a Rustic Road sign. I’m doing my best to catalog them (of which there are 115, and I’ve done now 25 or so)

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The TWAT works its way along the Mississippi North (I think?). Pretty early on, you hit a gravely section. This Southern portion of the route gets you into the zone of that overhanging rock, you know, the one with all the stuff you’ve seen 10,000 times….

Struttin’ Jameson approves
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Now this is where we got confused. Ok, I shouldn’t say “we”, but more so Me\I. This is the Trans Wisconsin Adventure Trail, and not far in, it appears to have a doozy of a jaunt West into Iowa for awhile around Prairie Du Chien. I can’t and won’t complain. I was riding, and enjoying it. The roads over here were awesome. We however were running into one teeny weeny polkadot bikini of a problem. Daylight. Yes, I had installed some fancy pants LED’s on my bike, but it is prime Field Rodent…err Deer season, and I’d prefer to keep things upright as best I could, and not interfere with 4 legged beasts.

My initial concern of 4 legged land beasts was for Deer. Somewhere on this Iowa jaunt, another 4 legged beast became my primary concern. We were on a small back road, with an apparent cattle farm to our side. This is normally not an issue, however in this situation, there appeared to be 2 younger beef production units in the middle of the road. On the side, inside the fence is what appeared to be the mother, giving these beasts the stink eye.

At this point, I was ahead of Jameson….no lie, those KTM 350’s go like stink. So I come barreling down this road, and lay on my hoofs. My mighty steed comes to a screaching halt, as I see these 2 leather factories in the middle of the road. I sit there for a second, seeing Jameson isn’t too far behind. All of a sudden, these 2 goons turn towards me, and start getting huffy puffy, like 2 street tuffs. Jameson rolls up, and I ask….well…what’s your thoughts. We were both mildly unsure, so I figured, ok, let’s roll up slow, and when we’re nearby, lets gas it and get outa dodge. I give a mild honk, and begin motoring along. The 2 cows seem to get the idea, and move a bit towards the shoulder. All of a sudden it’s like these guys planned an ambush on us and start galloping right at me\us. Now at this point, I do my best to get the 350 moving. Unfortunately, I’m currently geared for extensive highway riding, and was in 3rd gear to keep my revs down to not spook the leathery beasts. I neglected to downshift and just about get run over by Jameson! Hells horses, we scoot another mile or so down the road and stop. Jameson relayed that he about got ramrodded by one of the cows, and was ready to take me out to get out of the way. We had a good chuckle, and got back on the road.

If they were 4 feet tall, I’d tell yah they were a mile.
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A bit further down the road, we realized we needed to find our way out of Iowa, and over towards Soldiers grove for the evening.

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I don’t have any pictures at this point, but I can put into words the next hour of riding. We found a cutoff in the Iowa side, on Cr-X52. We followed this North along the Mississippi until we got to Lansing. We zipped East on 82, and promptly South on 35 until we hit 171. Thankfully I’m relatively familiar with 171, as at this point it was pitch black outside, and my visor was absolutely coated in bugs. We wound our way along 171 and into Gays Mills, WI. We stopped in at the convenience store, grabbed some beer, and made our way to my parents cabin. By the time we got there, it was about 9pm. Around 10pm, Jameson decided he needed to change his rear tire. I opted to help by watching, and point out what he was doing wrong :lol3

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After the tire swap, we called it a night. The next morning, Caleb would arrive, and we’d work our way North with great speed, and all that jazz.

Day 1 Map

Day 2 To follow –
Andrew

Rustic Roads to Ruins pt5 – Loop 3

I’ve spent the past good while stressing a bit about the house selling stuff. We went through having an offer and deal on the table, to it falling out in a weeks time. We’ve also spruced up a few things around the place, which should help with moving it. All that stuff has kept me busy the past few days, and I wanted to take a day and go get a ride in.

I talked to my brother Saturday evening to see if he was interested in scooting out with me on Sunday. He was tentatively in for leaving at 7am. Unfortunately Saturday night, my dog decided to start absolutely freaking out about some fireworks going off. My wife had to be up at 4am for work, so I took the dog into the living room with me and cozied up on the couch. This was fine except for some neighbors having a big bon-fire just up the road. The dog was quite worked up for awhile….leaving me to not sleep so well. My wife woke me up at 4 when she got up, at which point I headed back to bed….promptly waking up at 730.

Not a big deal, as I saw I had a message from my brother at 12:30, who had a failed 3D print, so was dealing with that on Sunday. I was moving a bit slowly, but wanted to really get out for my ride. The dog seemed plenty chipper in the morning….darn thing.

So that said, I had a rough idea of what I wanted to go ride. Rustic Roads 90 & 27 were within a decent distance from me. Straight line, they are only 63 miles away. Basically they are a couple of the last “close” rides for me (that could be done in less than 1/2 day). Their descriptions & rough outline looked appealing enough:

RR90 Info
RR27 Info

Tentative route:

So the plan I had was to get on the road, tell the Garmin 60CX to just point me in the right direction towards the 1st waypoint on RR90. I was excited, as I had a nice new hardwired power on my KTM 350. I plug everything in…..and the unit shuts off as soon as the unit shakes. I say to hell with it, and toss my solar charger & phone in my tank bag, plug in the waypoint and off I go.

Loaded and ready to go:

Now I gotta say, I got a whole crap ton going against me on this right now. First of all…..I’m running a 350 race bike, on a front knobby that has 4 races, 600+ Moab miles, many local road miles, that is chunking like no other, with a rear tire that I got used from a friend (that I swapped in Moab as well), that is rapidly degrading to oblivion. On top of that, neither wheel is balanced, my front rotor has a tiny bend in it (pulsing brake lever), an OEM seat that is like sitting on nails, and now I added that silly stupid tank bag….all so I had room to hold something to drink. But hey….I was ready to go riding, and I really wanted to get my use out of them tires.

So kickstands up, and of course, I may as well top up with fuel right away. From here, it was my standard route of getting from home to Highway B in Wisconsin. My phone\GPS is telling me God only knows what way to take to get out to the first road. I know B heads West, so I’ll just go by feel. A couple miles into B, and I find that I’m running into some sort of triathalon going on. I end up passing bicycles for a couple miles….they all looked miserable as I easily motored by (reminded me of Moab). I end up taking a few “wrong” turns, and managed to find myself cruising on a lonely State Line Road.

Wisconsin and Illinois….well you gotta love and hate em. At least in my immediate vicinity, things are flat, straight, and full of corn. It’s OK though, as I find that when I go out riding….I’m just enjoying the riding. State Line Road, as the name suggests more or less splits Illinois & Wisconsin, just about from Lake Michigan all the way to the Mississippi in Iowa. It’s pretty cool, and while it is flat, and straight, you kind of feel as if you’re heading down a road that was used long ago for important things. There’s that sense of history as you cruise down the roads, which twist and turn as you into and out of IL\WI.

As always my days start though, I end up with myself full of coffee on an empty stomach, which prompted my first stop.

I think I can….I think I can…

This was looking South (bike facing North). You head South here for 1/4 mile, and then back West shortly ahead. If you keep heading South, the road turns to gravel. I wasn’t looking to hit that road, so continued on my way. I meandered along and ended up finding myself back where I got back into competition with motorcycles; Blackhawk Farms Raceway.

Long story short, in 2008 I was road racing an R6. My bank account was draining quicker than I could fill it. I then had this 100mph lowside……right in front of my (future) wife, mother, father, grandpa, etc:

Suffice to say, I switched to trials shortly after. Much cheaper, and the risks of crashing were exponentially reduced. I’m very grateful for this, as I learned so much riding trials, that I continue to tell friends and those I meet that I could NOT do what I can on a dirtbike now, if it weren’t for the years on a trials bike.

There was some racing going on at BHF, but I had places to be and didn’t want to pay a pit fee, so I continued on. The roads around here are older feeling, and many find you beneath well covered tree canopies. They aren’t all that much, but I find the more I ride these roads, the more I grow to appreciate what is around here. I ended up on Highway 81 in Wisconsin for a good 15 miles. This T’s into Highway 11 just South of Brodhead, WI, and a mile or two from RR90.

I had no idea that this was gonna be a gravel road:

The road appears straight, but if you get closer, it has a couple fun little sweepers to it. I rode the road to the end, and backtracked to the start where I snagged this panoramic:

I snagged another of the rear knobby….this was about 80 miles into the ride:

But what can I say…..it was a nice stop (bio break out in the open as well )

From here I found my way to the start of Rustic Road 27. A short 10 mile jaunt, and you’re at the start of a really beautiful section of road:

OK, so it appears to be one straight road, but you can’t complain. Again, this is an older portion, which winds slowly around through some old subdivision of some sort. The entire area is covered in trees, and the road has a very nice flow to it. I highly recommend this one. Even the roads all around this area are pretty solid. Had I of had more time, I would have scouted around a bit.

From RR 27, I wanted to get myself home without hitting a highway (on a KTM 350 remember….). I ended up in downtown Brodhead, WI. I stopped in at a gas station, got some fuel and gatorade. I look up and saw there was a park right across the street. I saw a silver truck parked there, so I rode over and sat down in the Veterans Memorial Park to snack on my gatorade & candy bar. I saw a guy get out of the truck and put something on a tank they have on display there. I finish my snack, and head back towards my bike. I end up chatting with the guy a bit. 91 year old WW2 vet who takes care of the park. He was quite excited about the park, and hoped that the local kids with nothing to do wouldn’t steal the flag he hung on the tank. I would have liked to have gotten more info, but as my wife can attest, I am far from a details person….and given my preference, would be quite happy in isolation. The man & I said our goodbyes, and I hopped back on my bike to get on home.

I ended up following a similar route home, following State Line Road. My bike hummed happily around 60mph the entire way, not missing a beat. At one point, I may (or may not have) made sure that the bike still understood how to ride on it’s rear wheel…..oh how good that feels. It reminded me of a fellow in the gas station who asked me about the KTM earlier in the morning. He asked if it were street legal, to which I replied….Yes, though they should be illegal. They are far too fun. He seemed a bit perplexed, but wished me safe travels.

I made it home about 4.5 hours later. My trip meter confirmed that I’d have a sore behind:

That KTM 350 never ceases to impress, though I did note that I have a leaky fork seal. The Seal Doctor will fix that right up. All in all, a very good day. It helped clear my head, and continued my bond with this bike (that I thankfully never had with the Ducati).

Until the next one….

Andrew