Posts Tagged ‘driving’

Too Close for Comfort

Monday, August 30th, 2010

Normally I leave plenty of room for escape, but the truck in front of me stopped hard before putting on his turn signal, and with a car in the right lane next to me, I had no choice but to stop too close to the back of the truck. It happens now and then. No matter how much you try to plan for a getaway path, you can’t always make it.

I spotted the gray car coming up behind me, going way too fast for the road conditions. It’s raining today in Salt Lake City and is dark, cold and overcast. The truck in front of me wasn’t going anywhere, with its brake lights burning and left turn signal flashing. I was in the center of the lane with my front brake engaged. There is no way she should have missed the three brake lights, but she must have. It didn’t look like she was going to stop. I didn’t even have time to pump the brake light to add further warning, but she snapped to awareness at the last moment and weaved into the right lane to avoid me – by inches. The wind and rain from her backwash hit my helmet and back.

The truck made its turn and I took off in pursuit. I wasn’t angry: scared is the word. However, I wanted to let her know just how close it really was.

I pulled along aside of her and motioned for her to pull over. She refused to even look my way. She didn’t appear shaken, but she was cursing under her breath. I don’t know if it was at me or herself.

She continued on the path to the University of Utah, where I work and I pulled into her lane ahead of her and turned off at my normal exit. I was about to let it go, when I decided to make a U-turn and follow her. She was heading to the hospital, so I followed her into the parking garage and parked in back of the car just beyond the stall she took. I didn’t want to present any more of an intimidating stance than I probably already was. I killed the engine, but remained seated. She gathered herself and eventually got out of the car.

My voice was steady, calm and low in volume. “That was a little close, don’t you think?”

She began to apologize profusely, managing a couple of feeble excuses as to “not seeing the truck” or me and that she worked at the hospital as a nurse. She even made a point to mention that she worked on bikers like me, who came into the emergency ward.

I made a comment at one point in her apology, that I like to make it home to my wife and kids and that she needed to take more care in driving. Again, my voice was not intimidating, I was just trying to make sure she saw the complete circumstances of her near miss.

She apologized more and finally held out her hand. I didn’t remove my glove, mostly because I just didn’t think of it at the time, but I took her hand and gave a soft squeeze and shake.

“I just wanted to let you know how scary that was for me.” I started the bike, and turned back to her one last time. “Try to have a better one.”

As I left she looked a bit relieved, (she was probably fearing the worst with a biker stopping to talk to her) but she also looked shaken. I hope she is. Not about my conversation with her, but about how she nearly created work for herself at the hospital.

Back in Black

Wednesday, June 23rd, 2010
Honda VTX 1800

Image from Honda, Inc.

I had finally had enough.  Although there was much I loved about the 2003 Goldwing I had, there was plenty that irritated and worried me.

Probably first on the list was the failure of the frame.  To save weight, Honda decided to use aluminum for the frame instead of steel.  If done right, it works well enough and it certainly did help cut down the weight on a motorcycle that already cashed in at 850 curb.  You would easily add 100 pounds to that if the frame was steel.

But if done wrong, aluminum can be very troublesome.  The largest worry is in the welding.  TIG welding is a real art and if done incorrectly, the welds simply won’t hold.  They had been done incorrectly on mine and many like it and Honda issued a factory recall to have the frame re-welded.

Though covered under warranty, it was the first down card against the bike.  Two weeks without wheels and no out of pocket expense of any kind was tolerable.  I credit Honda for doing the right thing and not trying to make a PR mess of it, but the worries had begun.

The second down card was in the cooling.  The particular year my Wing was made, Honda had some issues with overheating engines and as a consequence, they extended the engine and drive train warranty to 9 years.  Though it never became an issue for me, it was a worry nonetheless and a couple of times, in seemingly hot, but not overbearing temperatures, the engine was running quite hot on the meter.

Other little problems started to accumulate.  The cruise control, mute and emergency flasher buttons – all push to click, push to release designs – started to stick about year three.  Sometimes they would not disengage.  The emergency flasher was the worst.  I found out it was having problems the hard way, when I stopped along a tight pass in Yellowstone, which was occupied by a bull bison.  I hit the flashers to help prevent being rear ended and found that it would not disengage when the road was clear and I attempted to move on.  Fifteen minutes of monkeying around with the button did nothing.  I finally managed to apply enough pressure with my Leatherman tool to release the switch, but now I had a dis-functional switch and 2,500 miles of road ahead of me on the trip.

The worst of it all, however, was the plastic.  I’ve come to really hate plastic on motorcycles.  My plastic woes started with paint fading.  I regularly waxed the bike and it did nothing to stop the dark red paint from turning pink, in very little time.  Six years of sun exposure at the parking lot at work, took its toll and the “up” side of the bike (when on its side stand) was turning salmon pink.  It really showed up when I went to replace the outer cover of the starboard saddlebag door, after a dog decided to scratch it up with his nails, going after a very poorly placed bag of beef jerky my wife had left on the bike seat.  The replacement not only showed how badly the rest of that side of the bike had faded, but it also slapped me square in the face with the most unbelievable sticker shock ever.  We’re talking about a piece of painted plastic here.  It isn’t titanium.  It isn’t gold.  It’s ABS plastic.  I’d guess $15 to manufacture, including paint.  The cost to buy it?  $450.  It was one of the first times I can recall, when I was so flabbergasted by the experience, that I couldn’t even find words to respond.

$450, for a piece of painted plastic, roughly 22x13x7 inches in size!

There are many words one could use to describe this, but “insane” seems to be the one that boils up most frequently.

After my bike was fixed up from the fender-bender it suffered, I asked the repair technicians about the price of all the plastic on the bike and they revealed to me a fact that still has my head spinning.  Most bullet bikes, which have an all plastic exterior like the Goldwing does, are totalled by the insurance company after a wreck, because the plastic is too costly to replace!  The frame, engine and every other system can be 100% functional, but just replacing the plastic parts of the bike is enough to overwhelm the insurance cost.

Like I said, insane. Mind boggling, bat-shit insane!

This started the seeds of a dark, growing dislike for plastic on bikes.  Before the accident and the saddle bag door replacement, I didn’t have anything against the use of ABS plastic on bikes.  Now I find that I despise the very idea.

The next little issue which cropped up out of nowhere, was that I suddenly could not open the starboard saddlebag.  The regular release simply did nothing.  The “emergency” release from inside and under the trunk worked fine, but the regular release lever was useless.

The final straw which broke my proverbial back, was a sudden failure of the bike’s computer.  The Goldwing is fuel injected, computer controlled and pretty much laden with various electronic gadgetry.  Systems like this can have problems on any vehicle, but on most vehicles you don’t have to spend two hours of labor just to disassemble the fairing to replace the damn thing. With more parts than a Honda Accord, the Goldwing is complex to work on, which translates to time, which translates to money at $90 per hour labor.

In my case the computer was going out intermittently and with multiple symptoms.  First the speedometer would come and go.  Then the fuel injection warning light would blink like a Christmas tree.  Then the overdrive indicator would come and go.

This failure in and of itself would not have forced my decision like it did, but it was the final blow.  I’d had enough.  It was time to get a different motorcycle.

Plastic, it would seem, is impossible to avoid on Japanese bikes.  I’m absolutely certain it is to keep manufacturing prices down, but there is a lot to be said for the steel used in Harley Davidson motorcycles.  Now if they could just cut their price by 50% and increase their reliability by 200%, I might consider buying one.

I kept coming back to my original quandary when I bought the Goldwing.  I had spent months debating whether to go with the Goldwing or a VTX 1800.  I’ve always loved the big V-twins, but I had figured to go with the flagship touring bike, because I enjoy long distance touring.

Now, I just don’t see the touring class bike as all that advantages anymore.

So, I started to think about getting a VTX 1800.  There was only one catch, much to my horror, Honda decided not to make them anymore.  2008 was the last year of production.  Apparently, to save cost in manufacturing, Honda decided that the VTX 1300 was good enough and there was no reason to continue with its larger sister.

The problem with the VTX 1300, is the damn plastic.  Parts that on a cruiser would normally be metal, were plastic instead.  Parts like the engine covers!

That didn’t please me one damn bit.

However, the last time I had been down to the Honda shop I frequent, they still had a 2008 VTX on the floor.  At $14,500, it wasn’t moving quickly, though several would drool on it every week.  Taking a chance, I emptied my personal belongings out of the Goldwing, put the title and maintenance records in the trunk, and drove down to see if it was still in place.

It was not, but with luck, a black VTX 1800N was sitting on the showroom floor, waiting for me.  I picked it up for about $12,000 (you can find them cheaper if you’re willing to travel to get one) and traded in the Goldwing on it, financing the difference and within two hours was flying down the highway on the new beast.

It is very different than the Goldwing.  Some things I am going to miss, but some things I now have I’m going to enjoy again, as I used to be a V-twin cruiser man before.

As I’ve already stated, for whatever reason, I love the big V-twin engines.  At 1795cc, this is the second largest V-twin I know of (the Kawasaki Vulcan 2000 is the largest) and it feels wonderful!  At freeway speeds, it sounds like it’s idling. It handles very well for the size and weight and it has enough torque to pull a pickup truck out of a ditch. Apparently, I’m not the only one who likes it.

I will miss some of the creature comforts of the Goldwing, certainly.  I can’t complain about the drive train performance or the handling, but I won’t miss the rest.  I know it may sound strange, but I feel like I’m riding a motorcycle again, instead of some Japanese Anime battle pod.

Though the fenders are plastic, the gas tank and the rest are metal.  (I have never been so happy to be wrong before.  When cleaning and waxing the bike this weekend, I found to much elation that the fenders are indeed metal.  I don’t know if they are steel or aluminum, but they’re not plastic.)

Time will tell about the longevity of the bike.  I’ve heard some very good reports on the Web, so I’m crossing my fingers.

So, goodbye old Goldwing.  You had your issues, but you did serve me well overall.  I just wish that the issues you had, did not keep nagging at the back of my head with worry.  That’s why we broke up.

Now I’ll just have to see how well this big black beast serves me.

Saddle Sore

Monday, March 9th, 2009

GL1800I hit a milestone on my Goldwing yesterday, as I rolled over 50,000 miles on the odometer.

I bought the motorcycle in late September, 2003. Though I was one of those hit with the infamous Goldwing frame weld problem, it took less than two weeks to have the frame re-welded and no other system of the bike has come to trouble.

Of all the creature comforts and little blessings in the design, it is the engine which comes out being the most desirable part of the bike. 1,832 CC’s is hardly small and at 124 ft/lbs. of torque and 120 horsepower, the 850 pound monster still manages zero to sixty in four seconds flat. That speed of throttle has saved my ass from the Utard drivers more than once, as I was able to avoid blind merging, running red lights and other phenomena in the nearly endless menu of driver stupidity in this state. The braking is equally impressive for a bike its size, which again has saved my life more than once.

Either it is a testament to my willingness to compromise or simply to be satisfied with the way things are, or it is a statement on how well the bike fits me, but the only add-on’s I’ve installed on the beast have been highway pegs, power outlets and a GPS. Perhaps someday I’ll want a custom saddle, but so far my iron butt is holding out. Probably the most grueling ride I’ve done on this bike was a 22 hour ride from Salt Lake City to Minneapolis (including a half hour nap on a stone bench at a highway rest stop.) Because I was resting along the way, my failed Alaska attempt in 2004 wasn’t near as bad. Not that it lacked the miles. I went from Salt Lake City, up through Glacier National Park to Jasper, across to Vancouver, down to San Francisco, across to Akron, IN, up to visit family in Minneapolis and back home in six days on the road. That added up to about 4,800 miles total. Aside from running into a complete jerk posing as a border guard coming home from Canada, the trip was highly enjoyable.

I was trying to work out the money and time to hit Alaska this year, but financing simply isn’t going to happen. My wife and I are going to be spending far too much on house renovations this year to swing the trip. This leaves me with the conundrum of planning some other, less involved trip.

One possibility is to make a run to do the Tail of Dragon at Deal’s Gap, NC. This is probably the most famous motorcycle road in the country, following over 60 miles of mountain scenery, with one stretch of 11 miles of it holding 318 curves. Nothing gets a biker’s heart going more than a good road full of “twisties”. My only concern is just how popular the road is. There have been more than one horror stories of crashes due to riders pushing the envelope past their skill level. Being involved in such a skirmish doesn’t thrill me any.

Another thought is to hit the west coast again and spend more time in Oregon and Washington. I have a deep love for the upper northwest and wouldn’t mind spending more time in her mountain forests.

In any case, I’ll have to do some kind of trip this year. The winter has been a long one, with the most days called on account for snow that I’ve had in the decade I’ve lived in Utah. The cold doesn’t stop me, but icy roads do.

(Photo credit Honda Motor Co., Inc.)

Rock Slide

Wednesday, August 29th, 2007

It finally happened. I have finally witnessed the most unbelievable display of ass-hat driving that I could have possibly imagined. Oh, I can certainly ponder a slew of slapstick automotive events which could grace the filler of a Jackie Chan film, but what I’m referring to here was real. Very real. Yet, unbelievable.

In short: as I was riding up the mountain on my way home the other night (quietly snickering at the fact that my GoldWing still had acceleration going up a mountain side, nearly as much as on the flats) when I rounded a corner and spotted an SUV, facing the wrong way on the opposite lane of the road. Note, I said “facing” the wrong way, not traveling the wrong way. The vehicle was traveling in the correct direction for the side of the street it was on, it was just facing the wrong direction at the time.

Though not at great risk of being hit, I swerved far to the right as I went past and took a peek inside the vehicle. A dark haired woman was in the driver seat. She was talking on her cellphone while gesticulating with the other hand. As she was talking she was looking at herself in the center mirror from a distance of a foot or so, either inspecting her makeup or counting pores. In any case, her attention was on anything but driving. Dumb as a rock, that one.

I rode past and tallied up the score: this woman was rolling down a mountainside in an SUV, backwards, no brake lights on and accelerating, paying attention to her phone and her face, but oblivious to the road. Easily 100 points out of 100 for stupidity, with 20 extra credit points for being totally ignorant of the situation. I crap smarter than this.

I rounded the next corner and lost sight of her. I was tempted to turn around, but I was actually worried that I might get hurt in her spasms of attempted correction. Better to hear about it on the radio than to be part of it.

I saw no signs of an accident at the bottom of that run when I went into work this morning. I would hazard a guess that she became aware of the fact that she was rolling backwards down the mountain at some point during her phone conversation and took steps to correct the situation. I have to wonder which side of the road she was on when this happened.

I’ve talked about it a few times in this blog and I’m sure many readers are sick of it: but I feel it is my civic duty to warn outsiders about the dangerous conditions in Utah. Seriously, I’d rather take my chances in the desert without water for a week, or the flash flooding through the slot canyons during the rainy season, than to challenge the overwhelming stupidity of the average Utah driver.

If you’re visiting Utah, consider yourself warned.

They shoot morons, don’t they?

Monday, June 25th, 2007

If I have said it once, I’ll say it again: Utards can’t drive.

This week in point… On just a five day commute from home to work and back again, a total of twelve miles one way, or 120 miles total a week – here is the score:

  • Merging into my lane without looking: 8 counts.
  • Merging into my lane without signaling: at least 25 counts.
  • Merging into my lane without either looking or signaling (this is not an inclusive score): 13 counts.
  • Performing a U-Turn through an intersection on a red light: 1 count
  • Performing a U-Turn through an intersection on a red light, from the right hand lane (this is not inclusive of the above): 1 count. This is the third time this has happened to me since I moved to this idiot haven!
  • Performing a left hand turn from the lane right of the left turn lane, through a red light: 1 count.
  • Weaving in and out of a lane of traffic, due to cellphone use: too many to count, but I hit 35 before I gave up keeping track.
  • Weaving in and out of a lane of traffic, due to no apparent cause: 3 counts.
  • Turning left – almost reaching the cross road crosswalk, but suddenly deciding to go straight, along half a block, in the lane of opposing traffic (AKA, the wrong side of the road): 1 count.
  • Crossing over a double yellow line in order to pass a bus, swearing at the people who were properly in their lane of travel for being in his way, screeching to a halt and honking at him: 1 count.

How the hell do these people survive? How is it that Darwin does not take these asshole’s miserable lives out of the picture at rates exceeding WWII combat? Why are we not allowed to shoot these morons on sight?

I guess if I can see any kind of silver lining to this otherwise dark cloud of vehicular mayhem, it’s that I now can qualify for police level defense driving without having to take an actual course on it.

Maybe it’s the water?

Tuesday, May 1st, 2007

As a motorcyclist, I enjoy the sights, sounds and smells of a trip to levels that simply are not possible when stuck in a cage, er…car. The experience is beyond compare, even to bicycling, as at least for me, I’m too engrossed in the workout to really enjoy my surroundings when I’m peddling.

There is one sound I don’t like to hear on a motorcycle, however, that’s the sound of screeching tires behind me. In this case, I had already spotted the moron and had taken steps to dash to the side of the car in front of me, but the sound is not any less disconcerting. I’m not exactly sure what shit for brains was doing aside from driving, but it must have taken all of his attention. He had, at the very least, a mile long straight shot of nothing between his approach and the light I was stopped at. Assuming he couldn’t see the arc lamp like, bright taillights on my GoldWing, or the lights of the vehicle in front of me, or the lights of the vehicles in the other two lanes next to us; you would have hoped that he would see the traffic semaphore.

Such seemed to be par for the course for the commute this morning. I counted eight lane changes without signaling, five of which without looking – even in the rear view mirrors – to see if it was clear for the maneuver, three of them attempting to merge into me. One U-Turn through a red light (what the hell is it with this retarded stunt in Utah?) and five turnouts from side roads and parking lots without checking for oncoming traffic. Mix in four left hand turns through a red light, at least a half dozen running of a red light and two vehicles driving down the center line between lanes for no less than a full block (no, I am not joking!) – and you get one hell of a tally for a morning drive. All of this, was during a ten mile commute.

It is seriously a wonder that road fatalities in Utah are not higher.

To be honest, however, the lead Utah had in bad driving habits is quickly being closed in by other states. It seems as if the quality of drivers is declining in general and I have to ask why. What has changed? Is it something in the water?

Certainly there have always been those who would perform retarded stunts and general mayhem when behind the wheel, but they used to be the exception to the rule. It seems like they’re becoming the norm. I am well aware that public education is declining in near free fall, but I guess I made the mistake of assuming that driver education wouldn’t necessarily fall with it – as the government has a vested interest in keep the roads safe.

In any case, I’ll continue to ride with the attitude that everyone else on the road has been hired to kill me, and hopefully I’ll make it through my autumn days intact.