This was as close as we got to the Oyster Run this year. My wife and I were waiting to cross Highway 20 at La Conner-Whitney Road. Bike engines were roaring all around us. So much so that it made the hair on my arms stand up. Awesome! It was like being in the middle of a hornet's nest, only louder. While waiting in line I pulled my camera out of my pocket and snapped the above picture...

While sitting in Ike's last Friday for dinner with the wife, I noticed what looked like a piece of chewing gum stuck to the rear tire of my scoot. After we finished, I walked out to see what it was. Yeah, not gum... cords. The tire was worn out. You know, the one I just put on in February; just eight short months and barely 11,000 miles ago. Man, that was quick.

I've ordered another one from Cycle Barn in Smokey Point and will keep track of the miles on this tire. If it wears out...

What did you do for the holiday weekend? I know the wet weather kept a lot of people in. And for us bike riders? I suspect most skipped taking them out for rides. In our travels over the weekend, motorcycle sightings were few and far between.

My wife and I had made plans awhile back with her sister and brother-in-law to meet up for a ride weekend. In fact, now that I think about it, we discussed it way back in June when we went down to Coos Bay, Oregon, for our nephew's graduation....

SWS asked the above question in the Ask a LEO section and got me thinking again about the hot-button question of whether motorcyclists should be required to carry insurance in Washington. I had read somewhere a "sense of Congress" stating that motorcyclists weren't required because, in many cases, the value of their bikes...

Do you suffer from missing and stumbling? When you roll on the throttle, does it feel like one of your cylinders has gone out to lunch? Well, my friends, read on. I may have a solution for you.

Yesterday, in preparation for the big XJ Bikes meet up in Tumwater, Washington, I decided to show my wife's bike some love by giving the engine a good cleaning with some foaming engine degreaser. After reading the instructions on the can, I proceeded to make the engine ready for the grime-cutting...

An eternity ago, I sanded down and repainted my wife's gas tank and side covers. Part of the project was to change the stock Yamaha badges from gold to chrome to better match her new paint color. After several attempts, I finally found a chrome sticky-back tape that worked well for adhering to the badges.

Well, today, I finally finished the last badge and get 'em all put back on the bike. I took a step back and admired the new look it gave her bike. The chrome really looks much better...

Back in May, I wrote:
I'm happy to report that we made the return trip on Sunday. The weather was great; not too hot, not to cold. There were a few clouds about, but for the most...

Congratulation! You get the Asshole Driver of the Day Award!


We followed this asshat in his Honda Odyssey Touring Edition off Mount Baker all the way to the interchange with Highway 9. That's like 30-something miles of pure hell! He did the speed limit exactly five times in that entire stretch. I know because I counted.

What was it that qualified him for the award, you ask? No, it wasn't the fact that he had almost twenty...

A friend of mine, and long-time customer, recently asked me about getting together for a ride. We had discussed it several times in the past. I told him that I had already stopped by his place three freakin' times and he was never home. I even threatened to put my calling card in his front door—a size twelve muddy boot print.

Well, we finally decided Friday, yesterday, that we would meet for the ride. Destination? Artist Point on top of Mount Baker. Bear in mind that when we made...

Look at this picture and tell me what's wrong with it. Go ahead... I'll wait.

Yep, the little message down in the lower-left corner that says, "Waiting for valid GPS signal...". WTF is up with that?!? Did the satellites all suddenly decide to go on lunch break or something? I mean, come on!

Fortunately, I've ridden the Concrete Salk Valley Road several times before so I knew roughly where I was headed. The last time TomTom...