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LIFE HAPPENS TANKSIDE
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As Business Development for Tankside, I have the awesome job
of spreading the word about our publication and of connecting with
riders, people, supporters, partners and collaborations that help
our motorcycling community in many ways, with Tankside as the
hub. In the following months, Tankside will be talking to our readers in more depth about some of the great partnerships that have
been solidified in the last few weeks, some events
that are coming for the tail end of 2015 and early
2016, and the continued expansion of Tankside’s
readership and recognition. Thank you, readers,
for helping us grow, and thank you to our advertisers for their support.
As we say here at Brilliant Media, LLC, “Life happens Tankside.” Trust that we will do our part to
bring more “life” for you to engage in with each year!
Make sure you ride or drive to the Tankside
Tail Gunner Party on Saturday, October 10 starting at 3 p.m. at Cascade Bar & Grill in Vancouver, Washington. The
Tail Gunner Party will have live music, complimentary appetizers, $3 well drinks, limited edition T-shirts, pins, patches and hats.
This event will be an annual “end-of-the-summer-riding-season”
party, so plan for it the second weekend of October every year. In
2016, Realtor Gabriela (RealtorGabriela.com) will be sponsoring a
ride preceding the party. Check out the full page ad at the back of
our publication.
Tankside is also proud to announce that we have officially
become owners of the DamTour—20 “Dam” great places to ride!
If you have not heard of this event, you will become familiar in this
issue. The DamTour will give you a Dam good reason to go out and
ride. This event was started by Steve Folkestad and Cheryll Malish
back in 2005. Tankside is proud to carry on its legacy and preserve
its history. We hope you will partake in this ride. Look for the new
website very soon: www.DamTour.com. There will be a special
announcement at the Tail Gunner Party, and founder Steve Folkestad will be there along with a photo archive of past DamTours.
Tankside’s Tail Gunner Party is gonna rock—don’t miss it!
The Hells Canyon Motorcycle Rally, set for July 7-11, 2016 in
Historic Baker City, has retained Tankside as the Official Motorcycle Magazine for the event. Plan on seeing more about this rally in
future editions of Tankside. And look for HCMR to be even more
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fun and exciting in 2016, with amazing rides in some of the most
gorgeous scenery in the U.S.A. Book your camping space or hotel
now (HellsCanyonRally.com), as these sell out fast!
Tankside keeps growing, keeps reaching out to our biker community—it truly is “for riders, by riders.” We would love for YOU
to share your photos, your journeys, your rides, why you started
riding, who taught you, what bike you learned on,
and other experiences. What did you think when
you first felt the power of the bike and the wind on
your face? Was it freedom? Was it love? Was it liberation and sanctity? Tell us. Please submit your
stories to Tankside—we would love to hear them
and share them with our biker community. Email
them to me at [email protected].
Tankside will be revealing some awesome bike
builds and gorgeous bikes in future 2015-16 editions. Submit yours—maybe it will make the cover!
And finally, I bring to you a heartwarming, brand new partnership, what strikes to the core for many of our biker community, and
a foundation that is extremely dear to our Publisher, Melanie Davis.
A few weeks back, Melanie said to me, “Gabriela, make it happen,”
and I am doing just that. Tankside is working with B.A.C.A.—Bikers
Against Child Abuse International, an organization that “exists with
the intent to create a safer environment for abused children.” All of
us know a child who has suffered abuse. B.A.C.A. has been established to protect these children. Look for a cover story on B.A.C.A. in
a future 2015 edition and an ongoing partnership between B.A.C.A.
and Tankside. You will learn just how vital B.A.C.A. is to these children, and how vital these children are to B.A.C.A. I get choked up
just thinking about the brawn and love behind these bikers who
make a world of difference to these abused children. If you wish to
get involved, please visit www.BACAworld.org.
You can see that life really does happen Tankside! Thank you for
sharing us with your riding pals. Tankside distributes 20,000 copies
to more than 200 major dealers in Washington and Oregon, but if you
know of a place that needs to carry Tankside, please text me at 503481-9870 or email me at [email protected]. Talk to
you again, soon. In the meantime, make your life happen Tankside.
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FEATURE: STURGIS 2015: THE
75TH ANNIVERSARY IN RECAP
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RUN FOR THE WALL:
PART THREE
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SPOTLIGHT ON: THE
BRASS BALLS RUN
A DAM FINE EXPERIENCE:
THE DAMTOUR
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IT’S A GROOVY RIDE WITH LADY
FRED: STURGIS BIKE RALLY
SAFETY CORNER:
DEMON BELL
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GULA MATARI: HOW I GOT
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CALENDAR OF EVENTS:
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Feature
STURGIS 2015:
THE 75TH ANNIVERSARY IN RECAP
By Joseph Troncoso
W
MOST ESTIMATES
PUT THE
CROWDS IN THE
NEIGHBORHOOD
OF ONE MILLION
ATTENDEES THIS
YEAR.
ith the 2015 Sturgis 75th Anniversary now
behind us, we look back on some of the
memories that this year’s event brought us.
Although the official rally dates were August 2-8, many seasoned riders
come the week before the rally officially starts. This year brought record
crowds to the event, which caused some traffic problems. The official tally
for rally-goers hadn’t been released as we went to press, but most estimates put the crowds in the neighborhood of one million attendees this
year. The previous largest rally on record was the 60th Anniversary back
in 2000. That year, 633,000 attendees
were on hand to celebrate.
We arrived at the rally on Tuesday, July 28, the week before the rally.
For the past six years, we have volunteered to provide the medical
services and first aid for one of the
largest campgrounds there, Glencoe Camp. This year we had a team
of six firefighters/EMTs and two
paramedic supervisors. Most campgrounds were packed this year, and
ours was no exception. In previous
years, we had treated 116 campers,
which was a record for us. This year,
we saw more than 241 people needing medical attention.
Once we’d set up camp, we headed
into Sturgis before the huge crowds arrived. After a short three-mile ride
into town, we were surprised to see how many people were already there.
Bear in mind it was five days before the rally was to officially kick off, but
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Main Street in Sturgis was already packed and the vendors were already in full swing. We bought some great
souvenirs of the 75th Anniversary and spent the day in
town. It only took us 15 minutes to get from town back
to camp, but remember, it was still early and before the
bulk of the attendees had arrived.
As usual, there were some great bands and acts to see in Sturgis this
year. Lynyrd Skynyrd, John Fogerty, Styx, Def Leppard, Skid Row, War,
Brantley Gilbert, Puddle of Mudd, Colt Ford, and the Northwest’s own
Hell’s Belles all performed at the 2015 rally. Some of the concerts are held in
the campgrounds and require paid admission to attend, but many of them
are held at free venues, allowing you
to enjoy the music, surrounded by
fellow bikers, at no cost.
Among the best things about
going to Sturgis are the rides you
can take around the fabled “Black
Hills” of South Dakota. Members of
our team took turns riding on their
days off and went to Devils Tower,
Wyoming, Deadwood, Mount Rushmore and Crazy Horse monuments,
and the Badlands.
An additional challenge we faced
this year was some of the crazy
weather that can come up on you
fast out on the plains. On Monday,
August 3, black clouds began forming to the south and east of us. We
have access to the weather advisories on the radios issued to our medical
team, so we tuned in to hear the forecast. The National Weather Service
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was calling for heavy rainfall and flash
floods, mainly in the Sturgis area. I’ve
been out there every year for the past
10 years and it isn’t unusual to have a
thunderhead roll through, but I’d never
seen rain out there like we had this year.
It started raining lightly and within five
minutes had turned to a downpour,
dropping 1.67 inches of rain in a threehour period from 8:30 to 11:30 p.m. The
forecasters were proven right when we
got a call to respond to treat somebody
up at the front gate. The road across
the creek had been washed away and
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the campground we were in was now
an island, with the normally mild creek now a raging river. Fortunately, they rebuilt the road early the next morning and normal traffic resumed.
With this year’s record crowds, getting around proved to be a problem. Once the rally officially had started and all the attendees were
present, many people were frustrated that the three-mile ride from
the campground to town was taking up to two hours. We spoke with
a regular rally attendee who said it had taken him 1 hour and 45 minutes to make the two-mile ride across town in Sturgis. Although the
record crowds were reflected in the traffic, the South Dakota Highway Patrol reported that drunken driving, or DUI arrests, were actually down this year—only 200 arrests compared to last year’s 229.
Sadly, this year 16 people lost their lives in accidents related to the
rally. Although officials had expressed concerns about possible violence after the episode in Waco, Texas earlier this year, no shootings or
stabbings were reported at the 2015 event. Regional Health (a South
Dakota health care provider that runs the area hospitals) reports that
they saw and treated 1,100 patients in rally-related incidents. Sturgis
Regional Hospital and Rapid City (30 miles away) Regional saw the
largest numbers, with 471 and 299 patients, respectively.
EVERY YEAR FOR THE
PAST 10 YEARS AND
IT ISN’T UNUSUAL TO
HAVE A THUNDERHEAD
ROLL THROUGH, BUT
I’D NEVER SEEN RAIN
OUT THERE LIKE WE
HAD THIS YEAR.
Although it was a very busy and interesting year, I personally look
forward to the rally getting down to its normal size in 2016.
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Road Stories
RUN FOR THE WALL: THE CONCLUSION
OF A THREE-PART SERIES
Vietnam Veterans Memorial
By Kirsten Andrea Nicolette
A
fter we left St. Louis, we finally crossed the mighty Mississippi
River and entered Illinois. We headed toward Mount Vernon,
where the local Harley dealership and the residents of the area
welcomed us for lunch, serving us fried chicken with all the fixin’s, and
had a live band playing for our enjoyment. It was a warm day, and the
riding was perfect. We had picked up more riders throughout the Midwest
states, and now had more than 450 riders registered in the Central Route
for the Run for the Wall. After the ceremonies acknowledging and thanking the local contributors, we said our goodbyes, staged our bikes for the
ride and took off for our final destination that evening, Corydon, Indiana.
As we rode into Corydon, I instantly fell in love with the quaintness of
the town, and the homey feeling I got from the old houses, big inviting
porches, spring flowers in bloom and Old Glory flying proudly from more
homes than not. The townspeople cheered us on as we wound through
the town and were led into the fairgrounds. We parked and were guided
into the gathering buildings, where the Boy Scouts, among other groups,
were busy frying catfish, along with homemade coleslaw and cornbread,
for a bottomless bounty for us. The ride to Corydon was lush and green,
and the weather was truly optimal. After the wonderful feast, we departed
to the other end of town and settled in for the night.
In the morning, at the meeting we learned we had gained a whole new
platoon. Local soldiers who also happened to ride motorcycles would
be joining in on the run, for at least that day. They would have to return
to their base the next. We were proud to have men in uniform earn their
participant patch for the RFTW; after all, it was young men and women
such as themselves, from decades and wars earlier, whom we were riding
to honor. The new platoon was assigned to a proxy captain and co-captain, and we headed out to our next stop. It was so amazing to see how the
local officials closed the freeway on-ramps and traffic came to a screeching halt for the RFTW riders through Louisville, Kentucky.
We visited the Robley Rex VA Center in Louisville. The center is named
after a true American hero. Mr. Rex enlisted in the United States Army in
1919 as a young man and served in the European Theater for three years.
After his military service Mr. Rex dedicated his entire life to helping his
fellow veterans, both through his work with Veterans Service Organizations and through his activities as a Louisville VA Medical Center volunteer. Mr. Rex accumulated more than 14,600 hours in his 23 years of ser6 | September 2015
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vice. He passed away April 28, 2009, just days before his 108th birthday.
The Robley Rex VA Center has a very special resident, Popcorn Billy.
He has a smile that is contagious and a spirit that is incredible. He talked
with us as long as we could stay and told us he had made his special popcorn just for us. Billy hugs everyone, and when he hugged us, his smile
appeared to get even bigger. Billy then told everyone, “I must have died
and gone to Heaven.” Billy has been at the VA hospital for 25 years and
buys all of the popcorn himself, sells it for donations of a dollar a bag and
then donates all of the money to his favorite charity that month. Popcorn
Billy may be the single most talked-about friend of the Run for the Wall.
Billy also has laminated copies of the newspaper article that tells of his
twin brother, Robert, being KIA and of his own injury—he was shot—
while they served together in Vietnam. He then handed us a laminated
copy and asked us to place it at his brother’s name at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial Wall. An amazing experience, is all I can say.
After leaving Louisville, we headed off to Frankfort, the capital city of
Kentucky. The Kentucky Vietnam Veterans Memorial overlooks the state
Capitol and honors the 125,000 Kentuckians who served this nation so
courageously and unselfishly during the Vietnam era (1962-75). More
than 58,000 Americans gave their lives during the conflict. Among that
number, 1,103 were Kentuckians. Thousands of those who served were
wounded in action and hundreds are still listed as missing in action
(MIA). The blue-gray granite plaza of the memorial contains the names
of Kentucky’s 1,103 citizens who died. Each name is precisely located so
the shadow of the sundial gnomon touches each veteran’s name on the
anniversary of his death. Thus, each individual is honored with a personal tribute. Every day is Memorial Day for a Kentucky Vietnam veteran.
After leaving the memorial that truly was awe-inspiring, we headed
to our next and final destination for the evening, Hurricane, West Virginia. It was when getting ready to leave the memorial that suddenly I
had mechanical problems and had to abandon my platoon and await
a chase vehicle to pick me up. Another biker group was present at the
memorial and tried to push-start me, but my bike was not having it. The
chase truck picked me up and also picked up another bike and dropped
us off at Lexington’s Man O’War Harley dealership. After several hours,
the problem could not be discovered as to why my battery was down to a
10.5 volt from 12 V. They charged it up, checked, double-checked, charged
me nothing, and soon the other rider who was towed in and I were on
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our way. It was kind of nice to ride the 160 miles to
Hurricane and not have to concentrate quite so hard.
PRECISELY LOCATED The small break was much appreciated. We arrived in
Hurricane after dark. The group had already started to
SO THE SHADOW OF
settle in from the dinner they had attended, provided
THE SUNDIAL
by the generous citizens and veterans of Hurricane.
GNOMON TOUCHES
The next morning brought coolness and dampness,
which
required rain suits. We headed off to the capiEACH VETERAN’S
tal of Charleston, West Virginia. There we encircled the
NAME ON THE
Capitol building’s front courtyard and took a group
ANNIVERSARY OF
picture on its steps. We were served coffee and Krispy
Kreme donuts, and had an opportunity to take in the
HIS DEATH.
West Virginia Veterans Memorial, which pays respect
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to those who fought in all the wars and conflicts.
As we departed Charleston we headed up the Appalachians to the town of Rainelle,
West Virginia. Rainelle is a town that has long been supported by the RFTW. Although
it is not as impoverished a town as it was 27 years ago when the RFTW began, it is an
appreciative society that holds the tradition of the riders coming as one of its annual
highlights. The schoolchildren look forward to seeing the riders, and they have all
made autograph books, and come running up to us for signatures. RFTW has been
instrumental in helping raise the funds necessary for the town’s new school and
many other local amenities. The excitement in the children’s faces this year was priceless. I asked one little boy what he liked best about the RFTW coming to his school,
and with such a gleam in his eye, he rejoiced that he waits all year for this one day.
Again I asked him what he felt was so special, and his response was the vibration in
his body as all the bikes rode in. Many of the children’s parents were children themselves during the first years the RFTW stopped in.
The road to Rainelle had its own challenges. It was windy, and covered in a coal
soot, and given the foggy and wet conditions of that morning could be treacher-
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ous in its own right. Staying focused and staying off the brakes helped. During
this leg of the ride we rode single file, and everyone had to ride his or her own
ride for safety reasons. When we left Rainelle for Lewisburg, West Virginia, on the
other side of the Appalachians, we continued the same practice—everyone rode
their own ride. Once in Lewisburg, we found our hotels, parked our bikes, and
walked to whatever dinner locale we chose and called it a night.
The final leg of the journey was this day—Friday, May 22, 2015. We got up, fueled
and headed for Washington, D.C. The countryside was fabulous as we departed
West Virginia and crossed into Virginia. The sky was blue, dry, warm—some of the
best riding to be done. We were fortunate to be led into D.C. by a veteran of Vietnam, but just as importantly, a veteran of the RFTW. He had also lived for many
years in D.C. and brought us directly to our host hotel, up the street in Arlington.
We got settled in our room, and then Janet and I located a laundromat and strolled
the 1.5 miles, taking in our land legs for the day. That evening we took a cab and went
to watch the Marine Corps Silent Drill team, and enjoyed seeing Southeast D.C.
The next morning, being FNGs (Fine New Guy or Gal), we were among the 400
bikers allowed into Arlington National Cemetery, across from the Pentagon and
the Air Force Memorial, to witness the changing of the guard of the Tomb of the
Unknown Soldier, and the placing of the wreath from the RFTW.
Following Arlington Cemetery ceremonies, we rode across the Potomac and
parked the bikes in West Potomac Park, and gathered on the Lincoln Memorial for
a RFTW photo. It included the Central Route, which on the final leg numbered 594
registered participants, as well as the Middle and Southern routes, which all converged on Arlington that Friday, totaling close to 1,200 riders for the 2015 RFTW.
After the picture, we made our way to the Vietnam Veterans Memorial Wall,
where we each had an agenda of our own to fulfill, as well as that of our mission
for the Run for the Wall. It was Memorial Day weekend. Our mission then completed, my platoon captain took my FNG button and turned it upside down,
declaring me a member for life—I would never again be an FNG.
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Events
A DAM FINE EXPERIENCE: THE DAMTOUR
By Gabriela Kandziora
W
e riders love to earn pins. Besides riding for the sheer fun and
excitement (and good food at the lunch stop), earning a pin is
a primary goal for so many of us. Looking at the cuts of some
riders, you will see years and miles of riding invested in multiple states.
Pins proudly displayed on our leather cuts tell people the miles, places,
and years we have ridden. They also tell people our mindset—“DILLIGAF?” or “Smart-Ass White Boy” comes to mind. Some pins also proudly
reveal a bit of our past—military affiliations, philanthropy to toy runs or
charities, and in memoriam of fallen riders. Each one of these small but
extremely valuable pieces of history tells a story. And the rider, wearing
the cut they are attached to, can tell you the blow-by-blow account of
how, where and when she or he earned each one.
One of the most fun pin/patch collecting experiences is the “DamTour.”
Steve Folkestad started this awesome self-guided tour back in 2004. His
brother, Eric, was working at a motorcycle dealership and mentioned to
Steve, “I need something for my customers ‘to do’ after they get their bike.”
So Steve, being the entrepreneur and problem solver that he is, came up
with the fantastic idea of creating a “scavenger hunt” for motorcyclists and
decided to use dams as the destination. Thus the DamTour, “20 DAM good
places to ride,” was born—eight dams in Oregon, eight dams in Washington and four bonus dams, March 1 through September 30.
Steve’s vision for the DamTour was to create a tour for riders that is different each year, which can be done solo or with riding buddies, which
allows the rider to enjoy riding at its finest, and allows the rider to achieve
a sense of accomplishment. Steve also knows that most bikers will ride
anywhere and do most anything for a pin!
It’s a brilliant concept—there are thousands of dams, what allows
the DamTour to change every year. Word spread of this great new event.
Riders would send in their registrations, do the rides to the various designated dams, and snap a photo at the designated spot. Now remember,
this was before digital cameras, so getting the photos back to the DamTour headquarters to provide proof of the ride was an accomplishment
in itself. Back at HQ, when a rider completed the DamTour for the year—
within the time frame, and with their supporting photos—Steve would
then send out a trophy and the pin to the deserving rider.
One rider, Cheryll Malish, became thoroughly engrossed with the DamTour and asked to help Steve. Cheryll had enjoyed the event since the
beginning, but in 2006 she decided to help the DamTour grow. Cheryll is
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site, the DamTour could post tours online, show those who completed
the tours, post pictures sent in from riders, and house the stats for participants. As we know, websites also serve as an archive of sorts, holding
the achievers from years past for all to see. Cheryll’s contribution was
instrumental in exponentially growing the DamTour—now riders could
compare with last year’s riders, with their buddies, and even their own
accomplishments.
Steve and Cheryll have cultivated an amazing event for the rider community and want to see it carried on and grow. As of August 2015, 10 years
into the DamTour, Steve and Cheryll have brought on Tankside to enhance
and expand the event. Tankside is proud to take the reins of this wonderful
venture, and Steve and Cheryll will continue as contributing consultants
on the various tours. The DamTour will work the same: Riders will sign
up on the website; each spring the DamTour for that year will be revealed
to participants; they will be sent their tour kit which contains a placard,
complete with the list of dams, a short description of the location and
GPS coordinates. Riders will ride to the various dams and snap a photo of
the placard on the bike, with the dam in the background. When they send
these in to Tankside, the photos will be posted and the standing updated
for the whole “dam” world to see. At the Tankside Tail Gunner party—set
for October 10 this year—at the end of the summer riding season, state
finisher pins will be presented to riders who rode to all eight dams in each
state. Those who ride to all 20 will receive the coveted crystal trophy, and
the names of the riders who took part in the DamTour for that year will
go down in DamTour history and be posted on the website for the world
to see. Bragging rights achieved!
If you have not done the DamTour yet, put it on your “dam to-do list”
for 2016 and every year thereafter. Each year provides a fresh experience.
The DamTour will get you out riding to unseen territory, challenging you
to stretch your horizons and reach a new level of riding.
Register with your buddies and make each DamTour a memorable
time. Tankside is creating a new website that will make it easy to register, easy to view and archive past DamTours, easy to see where you stand
compared to the other riders, and pictures will be posted on social media.
And, of course, the trophies and pins/patches will be there for those of
you who wish to achieve the goal of being known as one of the greatest
DamTour riders out there.
Please go to DamTour.com, and visit Tankside online (Tankside.com)
and at our Facebook page (facebook.com/tankside) for more details as
they come available.
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Safety Corner
DEMON BELL
By Steven Glickman
S
hortly after I got my motorcycle, my first, a co-worker of
mine, Randy, walked me out
to the parking lot where we all park
our motorcycles. Randy pointed out
that every motorcycle but mine had
a little bell hanging from the bottom
of its frame. He said it was a “Demon
Bell” and that it scared off road demons
that could cause something bad to happen to
you. Randy told me that I
had to have one and that
it was critical that someone else buy it for me.
Now I’m not a chain
letter kind of guy, but
I’m pretty superstitious. I
wasn’t always, but when
my first son was a baby,
he needed a liver transplant and that burst
my bubble. I became a
lot more superstitious.
People would ask me how he was doing
and I would never say that he was doing
well—only that he had been doing well
and that I hoped it would continue.
People would tell me they would pray
for my son. I didn’t care what religion
the person was, I would say, “Thanks.”
No jinxes, no bad karma.
So when Randy made me aware of
the Demon Bell and its protocol, I had
to get one. I couldn’t not get one. I came
home and told my wife about it and she
ordered one for me. I figured once it was
even ordered, I was covered. The day it
was delivered was the same day my bell
went on my bike.
The thing is that you don’t have to
understand why a superstition works
to know that it does work. You don’t
have to understand how rain happens
to know that you might not want to get
your best outfit soaked in a rainstorm.
On the other hand, it seems like it
would be nice if I gave you some sort of
explanation for getting a Demon Bell.
So here’s what I think the bell is about.
The Demon Bell addresses three
things related to your motorcycle. First
is the special experience a motorcycle
provides. Second is the people who care
about you. And third is safety. When you
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get a motorcycle, you are getting something unlike anything else you own.
When you get a Demon Bell and put it
on your bike, the bell consecrates the
bike. You now own something unique.
You use it differently, you care for it differently, go different places, with different people. You’re now in a select group
of people. Part of the club. Once you’ve
put on a Demon Bell, it always serves as
a reminder that when you get on your
motorcycle, you are once
again going to do something special.
Because someone close
to you has to get it for you,
it is a reminder that your
enjoyment has to co-exist
with your responsibility to
your friends and family to
come home in one piece
after you’re done with your
ride. The bell is a contract
between you and those
who care about you. They’ll
put up with the risk you
take riding, but you have to remember
to make decisions that will protect their
interest to keep you part of their lives.
The bell symbolizes the part of safety
where your intuition is engaged and
you have to be ready for things you can’t
explain. Things are coming at you fast.
There’s more going on than you can
account for. It can get weird. You have
to expect the unexpected.
The key is to remember that your
riding time is always to be treasured.
You’ve got to be present, aware, and
in the moment. That awareness will
serve to both keep you safe and allow
you to enjoy the time you spend riding.
So, if you haven’t done so already, talk
to someone close to you and tell them
you need a Demon Bell. They’re available at your local motorcycle shop or
online. They’re available with a wide
variety of symbols or insignias. Whoever gets one for you will surely be able
to get one that reflects your personality.
Then you’ll be set to hit the road,
riding safely and riding happy.
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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Calendar of Events
OREGON AND WASHINGTON BIKER EVENTS IN
SEPTEMBER-OCTOBER
Saturday, September 5
10th Annual Patriot Run
At: VFW Post 4116, 410 E. Main St., Rogue River, OR
The 10th annual event features a poker run (high
hand $250, low hand $100), raffle, 50/50, afternoon barbecue, silent auction, 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 present 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 rider with passenger, $5 second hand, $5 breakfast buffet
For more information: 541-761-6336 Online: facebook.com/VfwPost4116PatriotsRun
Experienced to advanced riders only, please (this
course has hairpin turns). Join fellow riders for a
beautiful run up to Mount Hood and the Skyway
Bar and Grill in Zigzag, Oregon, where Lars and
the Roadshow will play a few tunes. There will
be an after-party in Portland; details on the
party will be given the day of the run.
A portion of the proceeds will go to
the Todd Rademacher Scholarship
Fund.
Time: 9 a.m. registration, kickstands
up at 11 a.m.
Registration: $20, $5 for an additional
rider. T-shirts are available in limited quantities.
For Tankside’s story on the Brass Balls Run, turn
to p. 14.
Online: Facebook.com/BrassBallsRun or email
[email protected]. OR.
Saturday, September 19
Saturday, September 12
Fifth Annual Brass Balls Run
At: Paradise Harley-Davidson, 10770 SW Cascade
Ave., Tigard, OR
Thursday, September 3
Rumble Against Cancer Tour 2015
On 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
reconnect 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 treatments,
including surgeries, he survived.
The Rumble Riders tour all over the U.S.
and have helped raise thousands of dollars for the
American 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
Antique Motorcycle Club of America – Oregon
Trail Chapter Membership Drive
At: Paradise Harley-Davidson, 10770 SW Cascade
Ave., Tigard, OR
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 Kids
At: Remlinger Farms, 32610 NE 32nd St., Carnation, WA
These kids are our stars, and you can help them by
participating in a Ride for Kids event as a motorcyclist, fundraiser, or volunteer. Donations benefit
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 fundraise 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
WA.
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To help increase membership and advertise the
club, the OTC will have a booth at Paradise Harley-Davidson (PHD) in Tigard. PHD has a live band
and a food vendor each Saturday. This venue allows
us to introduce ourselves to other motorcycle
enthusiasts and recruit new members. We
will have tables with club literature and
multiple antique motorcycles on display. Members are encouraged to
bring their bikes for display and be
available to chat with prospective members. All bike brands are welcome.
Time: 10 a.m.-4 p.m.
For more information: Contact Tom Nielsen at
[email protected] or 503-522-3163.
Friday, October 9-Sunday, October 11
12th Annual Brittney Ride Event for St. Jude
At: Seven Feathers Casino Resort, 146 Chief
Miwaleta Lane, Canyonville, OR
A poker run, live music, custom bike display, auctions, prizes, food and a whole lot more!
For more information: 541-664-8585
Online: brittneyride.com
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 participants receive free beverages, a light breakfast and lunch. You’ll also get to meet your local stars!
Time: 8-9:30 a.m. onsite registration day of event,
10 a.m. ride start
Registration: $40 suggested minimum donation
per motorcycle
For more information: 800-253-6530
Online: curethekids.org/events/ride-for-kids/
Sunday, September 27
Oyster Run
At: 12th and Commercial St., Anacortes, WA
The Oyster Run is a huge event that takes place
annually in Anacortes, Washington and is deemed
“The Largest Motorcycle Run in the Pacific Northwest.”
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
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OVER ON THE HIGH SIDE
By Curt Erickson
A
few months into my riding career, before I knew a thing about
riding, I had a high-side wreck. I had no idea why it happened until
quite some time later. I’ve spent some time thinking about it, and
I think it’s worth a column.
When I was a kid I was never allowed to have a motorcycle. Mom viewed
them as death machines and Dad didn’t think it was
important that the progeny have a machine that was
expensive, admittedly dangerous, and that would
make Mom mad. So I didn’t get one.
It was when I was 19, and working a summer
during college, that I had money and some autonomy. I was working the night shift, and I had an old
car I thought I was turning into a “race car” (basically taking the seats out and the headlights off, I
guess, looking back on it). I got home from work
one beautiful summer day about 7 a.m.—the birds
were singing, the sun was shining, and I thought,
“Forget this race car. I’m getting a motorcycle.” I
knew exactly zero about motorcycles, except they
should be big and black and have lots of chrome.
So I drove my pickup into town and stopped at
the first dealership I drove by. It was actually a lower-end used car dealership, but what did I know? I was 19. And it had a big,
black, chromey bike parked in front. I marched in and bought it, for I believe
$600. In retrospect, I think I probably paid too much. But the dealer didn’t tell
me that. So now I was the proud owner of a 1976 Yamaha XS650. According
to the Interwebs, the thing had 50 horsepower and weighed 500 pounds—by
today’s standards a dog, but for the time, it was a fast, heavy machine. And I
had honestly no idea how to ride it.
So I called my friend Steve to come help me horse it in the truck, hauled
it home, and parked it in the backyard, and for the first week I just drove it
around in the yard, learning how the clutch worked and how to shift the gears.
Eventually I licensed it, got my endorsement, and started riding it everywhere. I fell in love with riding from the start. The speed, the sound, and how
cool (I thought) I looked were all worth the expense and the misery of riding
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the thing around in the rain (I lived in the mountains an hour north of Seattle, and we got plenty of rain). There was no training back then—no Team
Oregon, no Motorcycle Safety Foundation that I knew anything about, no private schools. Good gear must have existed, but I didn’t know anything about
it. So I just got on the thing and bombed around—fat, dumb and happy—in
blue jeans, some kind of leather jacket, hay-baling gloves, sneakers, and a $5
helmet I got at a thrift store. I had no skills and basically no protection; it’s a
wonder I survived.
It’s a wonder most of us survived, frankly.
I was working night shift in Bellevue, and I had to
drive about an hour to get home out through the pastures and the woods. This day, I decided to go home
past the local airport. There’s a long straight stretch
through the cow fields, and when you get to the end
of the runway there’s a 90-degree left, right by the gunpowder factory. Yep. They had a gunpowder factory
right at the end of the runway. The potential for excitement was near Biblical. I was tired, and I was doing
that thing where you tell yourself, “I’ll just only close
one eye for a little bit.” So I guess I closed both eyes,
for a longish bit, on that straightway. I woke up just as
I entered that 90-degree left turn; there was nothing
to do (that I knew about) except lock on the binders
and try to lean the murdercycle—which, of course, did
exactly what you’d expect. I was ejected off to the right side of the road, really
hard, like airborne. I’ve learned since that the position I was in is referred to as
the “Flying W”—when one’s feet and hands are all up in the air and one’s butt is
downward. It’s apparently the classic position for an unplanned exit of this type.
Time slowed to a crawl. As I sailed peacefully through the air I spotted a
barbed wire fence approaching me. Well, I guess I was approaching it, but…
whatever. I had time to think, “Oh man, that is going to leave a serious mark on
me,” but I cleared it. Then I had time to think, “I’ve been thrown off a motorcycle so hard I went over a fence. When I get back to Mother Earth, she’s going to
be mad about my leaving for so long; I’m going to really pound in.” Then I hit.
I was really, really lucky—I landed in a swamp in a cow field, which consisted
of about two feet of water and a foot of “mud.” If you’ve been up close and per| OVER ON THE HIGH SIDE Goes to page 13
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sonal with the type of “swamps” you find in cow
fields, you’ll be aware it wasn’t a cool, refreshing
bog with a babbling brook and googly-eyed trout,
THING AND BOMBED
and the “mud” was not, in fact, damp forest soil,
AROUND—FAT, DUMB AND not by a long damn shot. I went in like when you
HAPPY—IN BLUE JEANS, cannonball off the high dive. My entire body was
the mud. But I’m sure that vile fen saved my life
SOME KIND OF LEATHER in
or at least some serious hospital time, so I count
myself insanely lucky to have hit it.
JACKET, HAY-BALING
up, covered in “mud,” my gloves fell off
GLOVES, SNEAKERS, AND andI stood
back into the swamp. I found them again;
A $5 HELMET I GOT AT A
they were “wet” inside. Then I squelched what
THRIFT STORE. I HAD NO seemed like a quarter mile back to my bike which
was still, oddly, running. It died the second I
SKILLS AND BASICALLY
picked it up. A nice lady school bus driver stopped
to ask if I wanted help; I asked her to please go
NO PROTECTION; IT’S A
away, because I really had enough embarrassWONDER I SURVIVED.
ment going on without 30 wide-eyed kids starContinued from page 12
ing at me. So she went away, I kicked the thing
back to life (yes, it had an electric start, but the
battery had always been dead and I didn’t know how to replace it nor have the
money to do so, so it was a kick-only bike), and dripped my way home. I had no
idea what had happened or what I could have done differently, so I put it down to
excessive speed and, of course, inattention. It wasn’t till years later that I learned
what had occurred—a classic high-side wreck.
What I did was hit the back brake too hard. That’s utterly normal—we’re all car
drivers, and our reflex when we have an “oh no” moment is to hit the “oh no” pedal—
which is the right foot pedal—and in a car, that’s the right thing to do. But on a bike,
it’s the Wrong Thing to Do. When you decelerate on a bike, the weight shifts forward,
the front wheel gets heavier, and the back wheel gets lighter. Think of those folks you
see doing “stoppies”—they hit the front brake so hard the back wheel comes right
off the ground. This is perfectly normal, and fine, but it means you have to be judicious with your use of the rear brake, because the less weight is on that back wheel,
the more easily the tire will break loose and slide. So basically, I turned the bike hard
left and locked up the rear wheel. Since it was sliding, it wasn’t tracking behind the
front wheel, so they were pointed different directions. Then I must have released
the rear brake, which caused the wheel to “hook up” again—begin rotating as the
tire found traction on the pavement. So now I had my front wheel turned to the left
as seen from my body, and my back wheel pointing straight ahead as seen from my
body, and they were arguing about which way the machine was going to go. In my
case, as near as the machine could tell, I’d done the same thing as if I were going
straight and level and jammed the right handlebar forward as hard as I could—the
machine pitched hard to the right (remember countersteering? I’ll cover that in a
later column), and since I was leaned left in a left turn and it outweighed me by just
gobs, the rightward pitch flung me off like a booger.
The lesson here, which I didn’t learn till much later because even after my
wreck I still didn’t have any training, is: Don’t Lock the Back Brake in a Panic
Stop. If the car wreck happens in front of you, or the deer runs out in the road,
or whatever, be judicious on that rear binder and smoothly squeeze your front
brake. As your bike decelerates, remember, the rear wheel’s getting lighter and
lighter—remember stoppies?—and you’re going to have to reduce pressure on
the rear brake, lest you break the thing loose as it lightens up. If it breaks loose,
you can’t steer, and if the wheels get out of line and you let go of the back brake,
you’ve got a good chance of being, say, hurled into a million gallons of cow
swamp, if you’re lucky. Press down on that back brake, then start releasing pressure. Keep releasing all the way till you’re stopped. It seems counterintuitive, but
it’s the gospel. Your front brake is the brake you want to use in a panic stop—and
I’ll address that next time.
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com); everything addressed in these columns is taught and practiced there, and
(shameless plug) you should definitely sign up for a class.
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Spotlight On
THE BRASS BALLS RUN
Written by Sam Smith
Edited by Michelle Rademacher
I
’m going to take you back to where
you may have been before… I found
a motorcycle that was perfect for
me—however, as it turned out the timing
wasn’t. A couple of years later I started the
search again and to my surprise, I found
the very bike I had fallen in love with. It
was for sale at Paradise Harley-Davidson
so I headed straight there, where I met one
of their salesmen, (Larry) Lars Rademacher,
for the first time.
I felt at ease with him immediately. He’s not only a great salesman, he’s a great
guy. He made the deal as smooth and easy as it could be, which helped make it
happen without a doubt. While chatting with Lars, I learned he was a two-time
testicular cancer survivor. Twice he was diagnosed with cancer, twice he took
it on, and twice he beat it. In doing so, he and his wife, Michelle, decided they
wanted to raise awareness and give back to the community, so they started the
Brass Balls Run in 2011
The run has taken place every summer, with the goal being to raise awareness for cancer and men’s health, while raising funds for different charities
each year. This year’s charity is personal for the BBR team. Lars and his family
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have suffered some hard losses this year. In
May, his brother Todd was diagnosed with
cancer and tragically passed away May
19 at the age of 54. Three months prior, Lars’
mother, Lucy, died of an infection, so this
year’s run is to honor his family, while raising money for the Todd Rademacher Scholarship Fund.
The run changes slightly each year; this
year, on September 12, we will head up
Mount Hood to the Skyway Bar and Grill in
Zigzag, from Paradise H-D. Once there, Lars
and his Roadshow will play some music—
did I mention he plays guitar and can sing
like no other? His music is full of heart and soul and even if I couldn’t make the
ride, I wouldn’t want to miss the music! Some of you might remember him playing at the Tankside launch.
You can still participate in the Fifth Annual BBR, which is set for Saturday,
September 12, kickstands up at 11 a.m. at Paradise H-D (10770 SW Cascade Ave.,
Tigard). It’s such a fun time and we hope to see you—if not this year, then in 2016.
Oh, and stop by Paradise H-D and say hi to Lars!
If you wish to contact the BBR team, you can email them at BrassBallsRun@
gmail.com or check out their Facebook page: facebook.com/brassballsrun.
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It’s a Groovy Ride with Lady Fred
STURGIS 75TH BIKE RALLY
O
nce upon a time, there was a hippie biker chick who dreamed well worth a do-over. My first time through, I made a peace sign out of
of riding her iron horse steed, Lobo, pulling Wyatt (her tool-box rocks on one of the boulders near the small dam entering from Speartrailer) into the Black Hills, to Sturgis for the 75th bike rally so fish. I hope it brought a smile and joy to those who saw it, as it did when
I created it.
she could meet her idol, Gloria Tramontin Struck, and see
I was tickled to see two waterfalls there I had not seen
the vast sunflower fields she loves so much. Her fairy godMY IDOL,
before. I was also happy to learn that I didn’t miss out on
mother granted her this wish—the best part, she didn’t
GLORIA TRAMONTIN seeing the Spearfish waterfall, as I was told it would no
have to be home at midnight or leave a biker boot behind
STRUCK, WAS THE
longer be open to the public. The path of the waterfall
to meet a Prince Charming or two.
I headed for Sturgis, meeting up with a group of friends
GUEST SPEAKER AND is on private property, and that property has been sold.
The new owners will no longer allow the public access
from Indiana, on July 23, 2015. We had sunshine for most
WAS
CELEBRATING
to the path. Spoilsports!
of the two-and-a-half-day ride with temps in the high
The highlight of my trip was the Biker Belles event
90s. We traveled the back way into South Dakota riding HER 90TH BIRTHDAY.
in Deadwood—the main reason I was there. This is an
through Illinois, Iowa and Nebraska.
GLORIA IS STILL
event in which many influential biker chicks gather to
We stayed in Deadwood for five nights at the 1899
RIDING
ON
TWO
share their stories and new friendships are made. My idol,
Inn, a B&B off the main strip within walking distance
Gloria Tramontin Struck, was the guest speaker and was
of downtown, which made it very convenient to enjoy
WHEELS AND HAS
celebrating her 90th birthday. Gloria is still riding on two
the nightlife. We rode several of the main attractions,
BEEN A MOTOR MAID wheels and has been a Motor Maid for 69 years. I am also
Rapid City, Sturgis, Spearfish Canyon (by far one of my
a Motor Maid and I couldn’t have been more honored to
favorite places) and Mount Rushmore. We rented a taxi
FOR 69 YEARS.
be able to give her a hug. I loved listening to her presenand headed to Sturgis to celebrate a birthday—a rather
tation of some of her adventures and, boy, has she had
expensive ride for a 20-mile round trip, costing $200 for
six of us. I met a guy with a dune buggy who offered me a ride. I grew up them! I asked for a pic with her and what Motor Maids I could round up
on the dunes, so of course I couldn’t turn that down. We went for a mid- quickly, and got another shot of several others who wanted their pic with
her, too. It was so much fun.
night ride and I had a complete blast.
On the way home I saw those sunflower fields I was yearning to see. I
On the 30th, the group I came with headed home. I made my way over
to Glencoe CampResort in Sturgis, which I would call home for the rest even brought my tripod along so I could get pics of me, Lobo and Wyatt
of the rally. Weaving my way through the traffic jam, I ended up sharing all together. It turns out I didn’t need my tripod after all. I had met some
a lane with some good friends of mine who were staying there, too. When riders at a gas station up the way and when they saw my ride pulled over
they learned I was there alone, they invited me to camp with them and and didn’t see me, they stopped to see what was up. I was in the field
20 others. They were right on the main drag, also known as “Titty Alley.” taking pics. I was pleased to get that pic I was yearning for.
I learned they were from Indiana, and I rode most of the way home
Boy, oh boy, did we have a good time!
I had many friends spread out all over Sturgis and the surrounding with them. My trip was complete, with 4,540 miles traveled, and my fairy
towns. During my nine-day stay I rode in Custer State Park, Iron Moun- godmother did an awesome job of granting my wishes. I did meet many
tain, Needles Highway (another of my favorite roads), Nemo and down- Prince Charmings, and no biker boots were left behind.
town Sturgis more than once. I boarder jumped to Wyoming, taking in
Lady Fred is a member of the Motor Maids and many other women’s
Devils Tower, Hulett and Aladdin, which has a whopping 15 residents. On
my way to Stoneville Saloon in Alzada, Montana, I enjoying watching a organizations/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
herd of antelope running and playing.
I rode some areas like Spearfish Canyon more than once, as they were at facebook.com/LadyFredBikerChick.
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Gula Matari
HOW I GOT “TANKED”
By Missy Welch, handle “Indian Minty”
G
ula matari means “path breaker” in
Swahili. Swahili is a Bantu language
and spoken by millions in Africa. It is
the first language of the Swahili people and the
official language of several African nations, the
Democratic Republic of the Congo, Kenya, Tanzania and Uganda. It is a dominant language in
many other African countries.
Let me introduce myself. My name is Missy
Welch. I am hoping to be of interest to fellow
“path breakers” who ride bikes for all kinds of
reasons and in all kinds of places. My family
moved back to the United States from South
Africa two months before I was born. That was 1951. (Yes, I am an ol’ bike-ridin’
bionic grandma now!) I come from a family of adventurers. The blood of a “gula
matari” runs through my veins. I have been back to Africa, where this life began.
The taste of red dirt and the air in Africa are familiar. I have tasted it my whole
life. I ride bikes, I have been lucky to have sailed many oceans, have worked on
freighters and fished the Bering Sea. I spent most of my wayward youth, and to
this day, as a professional singer. I have traveled much of the world. I consider
all things a gift and sacred—often something to share and always to cherish.
I started riding on the back of a bike behind my best date, my husband, mi
esposa, a long, long time ago. Five years ago I bought my first bike. If you were to
ask my family, they would likely say, “We are surprised only by how long it took.” I
took the riding course in Washington State and passed. I had a leg up, as my best
date has been riding since he was a young “dirt bike” guy and is a smart self-defense
rider. I learned much on the back of our bike. Loud pipes save lives! Most everybody in our family rides bikes. As I write this, my husband and our grandson are out
on the trails east of Mount Vernon, Washington at Walker Valley. This is a beautiful
thing to behold, watching them enjoy this time and passing on the love of bikes.
My first bike was a Boulevard C50… I loved that bike—big enough to be real,
but as my skills improved and I developed my own style, I realized I needed that
big torque throttle. This old “bag” needed a “bagger.” A C50 800 can only take so
much, trying to run with a wolf pack of baggers! After riding on some long journeys
and getting Jimmy Buffetted by wind and trucks, I knew I must have a new horse.
I did not know what that bike would be. Like all bikers, we stop in all bike shops,
just like we walk every marina, to see what’s out there. Most of our buddies ride
Harleys and we love them. I knew I would have to fall in love and I would know
love when I saw it. This spring we did our spring thing and headed to our local
Strung Out on
Beads & Coffee
Pam Mistretta
1343 NW 13th St.
motorcycle dealer for all the oil-change maintenance juice for riding season—our local resource
is also, among many brands, the Indian, Victory
and BMW dealer. So I strolled through the new
Indian showroom while my maintenance-freak
best date went to Parts. I heard my name called
and a hallelujah chorus. On center stage, in the
Indian showroom, was an Indian Vintage Classic in the new color for 2015, willow green. To
me it is seafoam green, the color of my first car,
a ‘62 VW Ragtop. ‘Twas love at first sight! When
my husband found me, he saw me sitting on the
bike and a couple of the sales guys taking pictures. He dropped the inexpensive bag of oil and
filters, yelped a “Holy shitski,” and now I have
the honor of riding a new Indian Vintage Classic. A solid Indian paint to ride!
Her name is “Minty”—it is “mint green” to me. I swear she called my name—I
heard it. That’s how it is with all of us bikers. We love our bikes. We love to ride.
My husband, mi esposo, rides a new Victory. Having Minty in the corral forced
him to get a new horse, too. A week ago he traded in his longtime Road Star Silverado. Adios, buen amigo!
As to how I got “tanked” and ended up writing for Tankside? We rode down
to the Hells Canyon Motorcycle Rally in July at Baker City, Oregon—rode down
from the Seattle area in a wolf pack of Harleys. Minty was the alpha babe of the
pack. Likely most bikers heard about the weather—it was tropical, thunderstorms
dropping buckets and then moments of hot sun, and really quite spectacular.
Fast-forward... I was standing in our room high above the street looking at the
folks spilling back out onto the street after another deluge, and I heard them—
two bikes weaving their way into the rally, and I knew they would be weaving past
my window soon. Louder than thunder or equal to it, because both were going
on. Then I saw them. Two women! Not just any two women… something-else
women! Holy mother-of-pearl… way somethin’ else. When we hit the street, I
knew I would see them again, and their bikes, and I did—Melanie (Tankside publisher) and Gabriela (business development) out working the street, and I could
see they were known by many. I watched quite amazed as Melanie buffed her
bike entered in the show, along with every other biker—so buffed she won her
division. We all spend time wiping and licking our bikes clean. Uhhh, microfiber cloth business! Short story long... It was now pouring rain in the midst of the
bike contest. But for this, no one left the scene—wet T-shirt, anybody? I had to
meet them and, as fate would have it, I did. Sometimes you just know you will
be friends. And here I be… my first article for Tankside. ‘Nuff said.
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In the Cage
SUBARU CROSSTREK:
WELL-THOUGHT MODERATION
By Roger Rivero
T
he Subaru XV Crosstrek and I met last year. The meeting left me with a certain distaste, some of which I justified because this was the first hybrid attempt of the Japanese manufacturer. The rematch has been recent, with the release
of the gas version Crosstrek. This is a new model, which went on
sale in the U.S. in 2013. It is the response to the apparent Subaru
fever of small crossovers, and in
its short life has become the third
best-selling vehicle brand.
This car does not impress
anyone with the 148 horses generated by its small 4-cylinder
engine with 2.0 cylinder capacity, but it will leave more than one
with a dropped jaw with its ability
to get to places and pass obstacles that others would envy. The
Crosstrek is not measured by its
horsepower. Its excellent Symmetrical All-Wheel Drive (AWD),
as Subaru calls it, along with this car’s height (8.7 inches ground
clearance) are the secrets that make it shine.
Although its greatest merits are demonstrable in the mountains
and on backroads, the Crosstrek can be driven gently in the city.
The engine is somewhat “cranky” and the continuous transmission
(CVT) does not help, because keeping consumption in high numbers—26 miles per gallon/city, 34 mpg/highway—is the priority.
I have encountered situations in which the Crosstrek, in passing
another vehicle on the highway, has come off badly. In its defense
I must admit that this car inherits the handling characteristics of
other Subarus. It feels confident and safe on slippery roads, where
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the control systems and all-wheel drive and stability make its reactions predictable. Although we would not call it sporty, the XV Crosstrek can be quite fun on dry pavement, too, thanks to its well-engineered suspension.
The exquisite simplicity and functionality of its cabin also pleases
me. It’s not a luxury car, but it has everything you need in a sober
design. The Crosstrek is a beneficiary of Subaru’s new generation
infotainment system. I don’t think I exaggerate if I rank this as one
of the best in the industry. This is
an area that has long been heavily recriminated by consumers.
From Honda’s confusing twoscreen system, to tiny icons in
the menus of small cars like the
Mitsubishi Lancer, or huge as
the Ford F-150, the disappointments and frustrations of these
systems are tested. Subaru has
scored points with its new,
clean, functional and easy-tohandle version.
In 2015, Subaru has added a
new base model to the Crosstrek, leaving options 2.0i, 2.0i Premium, 2.0i Limited, Hybrid and Hybrid Touring. An excellent reverse
camera, 17-inch alloy wheels, roof rails and a 6.2-inch touch screen
are, among others, the standard features on base models. Expect to
pay $21,595 for the basic model (2.0i) up to $28,500 for a 2.0 Limited with additional options.
If you are an active person, like hiking, visiting intricate places
or mountain biking, the 2015 XV Crosstrek may be the right choice.
It’s true that it competes in a segment with many options, but the
vehicle will keep gaining ground when the competition has been
stopped.
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