tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20666162.post-43240612042465765022008-08-17T11:30:00.000-07:002008-08-17T11:54:26.814-07:00The century mark. We almost made it three days in a row with temperatures at 100 degrees (f) or more. Yesterday topped out at about 98. Close, but no cigar. Not that I was cheering for that to happen. When it gets this hot riding becomes more of a challenge. Not just being on the bike, but riding in the first place. Ok, let's pause right here. I can hear some of you in certain spots shaking your heads. Yes, I can hear it, things up there are starting to rattle, you know. I know that some of you live where it's hotter for longer. Come ride with me in the rain and the dark all Winter. Then we'll compare notes! The exception is those of you under hurricane watch right now. Another one getting ready to pound the Florida Keys. That has to be a source of anxiety. You have my utmost empathy and best wishes. Being the person of questionable mental health that I am, I've been riding in the heat. Yesterday I had a task to perform for our training program. It was in Beaverton which is a large city just to the East of the Big City, Portland. For me, it's an hour and twenty minutes one way. Our program has an internal quality control arrangement called a Site Compliance Audit. My task was to hang out and watch some riding and classroom time. The class was being held at Portland Community College's Capitol Center campus. I don't know who's crazier. Me for riding with full gear, the riders I saw with no gear, our students learning to ride in the heat, or a guy riding a green scooter wearing nothing but a thong. Yep, you read right. More on that later. <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-m5uioCLic/SKeVmZ45TmI/AAAAAAAAA_w/lJA3OsIX6Os/s1600-h/Sophie+at+Cap+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235317578858581602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-m5uioCLic/SKeVmZ45TmI/AAAAAAAAA_w/lJA3OsIX6Os/s400/Sophie+at+Cap+1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Yes, that's Sophie and not Elvira. And, yes, that's a Ducati 1098 snuggled up beside her. We were trying to take advantage of the shade in this spot. I activated the date stamp on the camera. It's sort of the credibility thing. Yes, the bike was really in Portland on this date. If you click on the picture to enlarge it, you'll see the name of the college on the door. Anyone can look up the temperature for Portland these past days. These aren't recycled pictures from past days. Not that I feel like I need to prove anything, mind you. Just in case you were wondering, though! I'm having a little trouble letting go of Sophie. Elvira and I are dating but have yet to fall in love. I'm going to do a post on that subject by itself. When it came time to pick a bike early in the morning I drifted toward the ST. Early morning rides are such a pleasant way to start the day. Rolling away from the homestead at 5:30 AM, we enjoyed the cooler temperatures. This is that time of year when the early morning air is just cool enough to be refreshing. Instead of closing your jacket tighter against the cold, you feel like opening it up even more. Like cold iced tea on a hot day, the wind is refreshing. Even the bike seems to be finding it's own enjoyment. The denser cool air is being gulped into the carbs like lungfuls of energy. Sophie feels strong and powerful beneath me. This early on a Saturday morning, most folks are still in their beds. Are they lazy or am I crazy? Either way, it's so peaceful. Not as quiet as a Sunday, but still nice. The frenzy of a Saturday filled with shopping and chores is still a few hours away. Where I'm usually stuck in packs of cars, this morning we have great stretches of the freeway to ourselves. I especially appreciate this part. Between Tigard, Beaverton, Hillsboro, and Portland, there's over 800,000 people. Most of them haven't stirred from home, yet. Sophie and I arrive at our destination a little before 7 AM. Yet, again, I've watched the sun come up from the seat of a bike. This time the sun was a huge pinkish red ball of fire. Farmers have been busy harvesting the grass seed crops and baling the straw. Dust hangs heavy in the air. Thousands of cars have left their pollution in the sky. The hot weather has the area under a smog advisory. I'm told the reason the sun looks so red is because it's shining through all this junk in the air. Even so, it was beautiful to watch. By now there's a hint of the hot temperatures to come. <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-m5uioCLic/SKhgYLl_uMI/AAAAAAAAA_4/DNPBgNs_OCo/s1600-h/Sophie+at+Cap+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235540535363483842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P-m5uioCLic/SKhgYLl_uMI/AAAAAAAAA_4/DNPBgNs_OCo/s400/Sophie+at+Cap+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is after lunch when it's time to go into the classroom. During the morning I'd been parked near the place we keep the bikes. After lunch I parked right next to the door. Campus Security is good about letting bikes use this spot. That's the owner of the Ducati coming out. His wife and daughter are taking the class and he's stopped to visit. Lucky guy got to go ride the Duck while I had to go into the classroom. By now, though, it's ninety some degrees. Even at that, though, riding a Ducati 1098 anytime would be a great thing, I think! <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-m5uioCLic/SKhhRSNYFrI/AAAAAAAABAA/QnMq3Fsq0do/s1600-h/Cap+students+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235541516391814834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-m5uioCLic/SKhhRSNYFrI/AAAAAAAABAA/QnMq3Fsq0do/s400/Cap+students+1.jpg" border="0" /></a> These are the afternoon students in the beginning stages of learning to ride. They'll be facing a hot time. They're not crazy for being out in the heat. They're just doing what they have to do. Students sign up for classes well ahead of time. Nobody really knows what the weather will be like when the time actually comes. Around here it's a crap shoot. We could have a heavy rain as easily as a heat wave. Instructors are real good about urging students to stay hydrated and getting them cooled off on breaks. I feel for the students but if they find even a part of the joy I've found in riding it will have been a worthwhile thing. <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-m5uioCLic/SKhisOX-X2I/AAAAAAAABAI/3yByodTP9rU/s1600-h/speed+bump.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235543078730620770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-m5uioCLic/SKhisOX-X2I/AAAAAAAABAI/3yByodTP9rU/s400/speed+bump.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is my old friend Mike Karr. The fact that there's a sign in the photo warning of a speed bump is just coincidence. Mike is no speed bump. He's got a form of leukemia. Yet, here he is, still giving of himself to do something meaningful for others. The guy's got a great attitude and deeply cares for others. I'm proud to be his colleague.Around 2 PM it was time to saddle up Sophie for the trip home. By now it's in the upper nineties. Every vent in the 'Stich that will open is being used. I opt to hit the freeway again. Even though I've elected to ride, I'm not too keen to extend the travel time more than I need to. There's a stretch of 185th to negotiate before I can hit the Sunset Highway. I see a kid on a sport bike wearing flip-flops and gym shorts. Legs and chest are bare. I'm thinking he's really crazy until I see a guy on a scooter pass me in the other lane then hang a left into a group of apartments. I'm shaking my head wondering if I actually saw what I think I did. My brain hits "instant replay" and says it's true.It was an old man on a pea green scooter. On top of his head was a chrome half helmet. On his body was a bright pink thong. And, umm, nothing else. His skin was the color of coffee with just a hint of cream in it. Wrinkles are everywhere. Instantly I was reminded of the time I had the bright idea of transporting a suit on my bike by tightly rolling it into a toiletry bag. I'd read about the technique in some magazine although it had to do with air travel. Let's just say it didn't work on the bike like the guy who wrote the article described it.Was the old man crazy? Did he have a flash of exhibitionism screaming to express itself? Had he lived long enough that he just didn't give a rip? I had to reluctantly admire his spirit even if the sight of him made my stomach want to empty!I saw a lot of riders on the freeway. With one exception I was the only one wearing a riding jacket. The other rider with a jacket was in jeans. Here I was with the full 'Stich. Was I the only crazy one? Who would ride in hundred degree heat with full gear, anyway? I freely admit I was pretty warm. My good friend Laurie described it to me once as feeling like "a hamster in a hair dryer". Pretty accurate, I have to say.If you're reading this you know I wasn't the crazy one. We know about sunburn, heat dehydration, and road rash. Don't other riders every think something bad can happen to them? It can feel weird, though, to be the only one with full gear when so many are minimally clad. Funny thing about human nature, isn't it?In an interesting note along these lines, I read an article by Dr. Flash Gordon in Motorcycle Consumer News a few months ago. He talked about how someone can receive an injury to a vital area. That particular injury by itself may not be fatal. When there's other injuries, however, like road rash or broken limbs, the injury to the vital area may end up being fatal. Dealing with all the peripheral injuries in addition to the really serious one may require more resources than the body is capable of sustaining. Another reason to take advantage of the protection good gear can provide.So that was my day. Is there a point to this post? I thought there was when I started it. Now I see it's just sort of rambled around everywhere. Must be the heat!Miles and smiles,Dan <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20666162-4324061204246576502?l=intrepidcommuter.blogspot.com'/></div>irondadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17821323482397075170noreply@blogger.com10