Went to a rider safety course yesterday. See if you can find the st. The course is called live to ride and is put on by Hawthorne pd. The training was done my there motors unit. Truely amazing and I learned a lot. It was free and of course they had donuts. We had riders come from las Vegas and north cali to take this course. We had a few retaking the course even after doing it months ago. I'll be back myself
Breakfast ride with my brother to Orlando's Cafe in Amwell, NJ and we continued on to New Hope PA for a loop to Frenchtown NJ. Beautiful area. Hope you all enjoyed your rides.
Nothing beats a pork roll, egg and cheese breakfast sandwich.
Got to go out on a much needed solo ride, a couple of hundred miles of no destination riding. Followed a backroad that turned into a dirt road. The mud was from a family ride with a bunch of ATV's the day before (they couldn't believe I was able to follow them on my "Goldwing"--their words, not mine ). Loving the Adcox seat, BTW.
Hi to all!
Yesterday I had the opportunity to go to a place call Peñuelas in the state of Mexico, the place is in the Nevado de Toluca (volcano) area. This place is unique since it has a water spring as you can see in the following pictures as well as a water fall!
Also has a unique tunnel dig in to the rock and I have not know why is there, none a minery town, none RR, so it is very interesting to see this tunnel in the middle of nothing! the access to the tunnel looks like this
Also you can see where there is a Trout farm And finally this are some photos of the different areas to get to the town "Las Peñuelas"
I did enjoy the ride! Hope you did too!
Have a great week!
Ditched the big whale today for a memory ride on my XT 400 along Göta Kanal.
A hand dug canal dating back to 1832 cutting 190 km through Sweden.
How fun a light weight bike can be even with modest power.
Headed east today, from the West coast to the southeastern-most part of Norway. First through the scenic resort town of Voss which is 106 km (66mi) from my house. Forty-one tunnels in between, no less. Probably a good ten percent of the distance (I never counted). Then across endless high desert and mountain passes. The colors in the mountains this time of year are truly stunning, my pictures are bleak representations. It is every hue of green, yellow, red and the backdrop of rock in different colors as well. The last picture is our (I believe) shortest ferry-crossing and the only one on my trip. Five minutes. Hardly finished parking when it was time to prepare to roll off.
Imingfjell (Iming Mountain)
Tinnsjø (Tin Lake, "tin" as in the metal/alloy). Up the gorge in center and beneath the tallest peak to the left of it is the town of Rjukan, where the Germans were producing heavy water during the war. Norwegian saboteurs blew up the plant and also a ferry carriyng railcars across the lake with finished product, destined for Germany. Civil lives were also lost. The ferry still sits at the bottom of the lake. Kirk Douglas made a movie about it way back when. Of course the Norwegian original is closer to the historical facts. Both are great, though.
I like riding ferries on long trips, it offers a different perspective and is also a welcome rest from straddling the seat for hours on end. In Western Norway we have ferries all over the place, it's in our DNA. Funny that back east they have the shortest one. Joke material, for sure.
Finished the Continental Divide Route, riding from SC to NM, the US/Mexico Border, then North to Pole Bridge, MT, the US/Canada Border, then back home to SC. Over 7800 miles driveway to driveway. Working on my pictures and videos for my RR which I’ll post in Tall Trails. Some teasers:
Made my way home today. I've been playing around a bit back east, enjoying their quaint little towns, harbors and agricultural lands and even the "Big City", our Capital Oslo, and all the rest (but not all they have to offer). This part of Norway is scenic, interesting and fabulous and hard to get tired of. The Natives are friendly, to boot. But nothing beats the western end of the high plains of Hardangervidda, where it gives way to the deep valleys and steep mountain sides that make up my part of Western Norway. Saying "Welcome Home" to a riding experience dominated by tunnels, tight turns, steep hills, narrow roads and all the other thrills that one just can't live without.
Looking east, Dyranut Fjellstove, a mountain lodge on he high plain
I love to rest my eyes on these colors up in the mountains. It's a given that it signals the end of something; but our rational minds know that it is only temporary, inviting us to day-dream about "next time" ...
Looking westward. After that turn right there in the background, it dips right down into the valleys and gorges. That's where things get interesting. Oh, and you get what the stakes along the highway are for, right? They already had snow up here, just last week ...