Unlike many of you, I got to ride all winter this year. I spent all but a few weeks away from Seattle for the first time in 25 years. As I write this I’m in Palm Springs, California where I have spent the biggest chunk of the winter working on a couple of book projects. But as the weather here starts heating up and we are flirting with temperatures around 110 here in the desert, its time to point the bike back home to Seattle, and I should be home by the first of June. I had my ride shipped down in early January right after I got here, and with rare exceptions has been my only form of transportation while living here. I have to admit it’s been an interesting experiment for me these last few months – having ONLY a motorcycle for transportation. I know there are a number of hearty souls who commute year-round and have only a motorcycle, but this is a first for me.
In the summer, especially in Seattle, I love taking my bike virtually everywhere. Note I said “virtually”. Not EVERYWHERE. There is a lot you take for granted when you have a choice of vehicles. Going to the grocery store for example. I ride a Dyna with saddle bags so this is a bit of a chore. Hell it would be a chore on a bagged out Ultra with a trunk! I became rather adept at bungee cording boxes to my passenger seat, and my leather saddle bags can hold a fair amount -- I could generally get a couple of days worth of food in them when I bought smaller containers. Plus we get real plastic bags here too – I’ve forgotten what they are like! Ice cream, especially in Palm Springs didn’t fare to well in traffic in saddle bags I found out. And tortilla chips were a bit broken and smaller by the time I got home. I found myself buying smaller and making more frequent trips. One does not make a Costco run on a bike!
Most folks who know me know that I don’t always (OK rarely) adhere to the “All the gear all the time” rule. I love riding in short sleeves and sleeveless – especially here in the desert. But one thing I do is always wear long pants and a helmet. Thus I have a wonderful biker tan on my arms and face, but the rest of my body, and especially my legs, are as white as the frozen corpse of George Mallory high on Mt. Everest. I swear that my friends in Palm Springs put on sunglasses when I show up for dinner wearing shorts, (after they pick me up.) I suppose I’ll fit right in back home in Seattle.
But looking back it has been a wonderful winter relying just on my motorcycle here in the desert. I got to ride every day. It only rained two days the entire time I was here. And I learned to adapt to the situation of living with just a motorcycle. So I really have to admire those folks who live 24/7 and 365 days a year with just a motorcycle. It takes a special kind of courage and grit to do that, especially in the soggy Northwest. I tip my helmet to you.
And I have a new appreciation as well for folks who have to rely on transit for everything from getting to the doctor to picking up groceries or dinner. Damn it, that brings us back to the whole Metro transit funding debacle that I didn’t want to talk about. It’s clear we have to fund transit – but how? I don’t think a flat $60 more per license plate applied ONLY to people in Seattle is the way to do it, especially with no road funding included. So what do we do? I’ll think about that on my ride home to Seattle and we’ll talk about it more this summer. That and Governor Inslee’s plan to add $1.17 in taxes to a gallon of gas. Yep. Lots to think about.
Gary can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org and you can read his blog at http://grgardner.livejournal.com or http://www.grgardner.com