Morning MX


cold morning for MX

Bill is keen to go ride


I went out for a morning of MX practice at Archview MX Park in Washington Park, IL. My parents stopped by and my dad shot a little video of me on the track. Every time I try it, I get a little better. Today I worked on getting up in to 2nd gear between the corner exits and the jump faces. It made the bigger gaps more doable.


Trail blazers


Brother John, buddy Walter, and I all took the Monday off and rode our play bikes at Briggs’ offroad riding area. The proprietor, Russ Briggs e-mailed me a couple weeks ago to suggest that I might come ride his new trails to help “burn them in” before Sept 18. It seems he’s hosting a big off road event that day, with Husqvarna demo rides and a poker run through his wooded trails.

I thought it was a great idea, so I rounded up as many knuckle heads as I could to go ride – turns out I am only influential with John and Walter.

motion shot in the woods

speeding through the woods

Walter ducks under a fallen tree

watch your head

The trails were great, as always. We rode for over three hours, making ourselves plenty tired in the process. We capped off the trip with “two by fours” of malt liquor on the porch of the grocery store in Richwoods. Couldn’t ask for a better day.

John at a pause on the trail

brother John

Walter at a break in the ride

buddy Walter


Team Jones


Helen and I went dirt track racing again at BET. We set up our pit with our friends the Pursleys – Helen and Chloe were delighted to see each other again – but this time, Chloe had a surprise – her parents bought her a bike, and she was going racing too, for the very first time! The girls had a ball. And the parents had a great day too.

Helen prepares for her race

Helen awaits her race

Helen finished 8th in her main event out of 10 riders, and I finished 10th in my main out of 12 riders. The track was soft, the roost was outrageous, and the racing was fast.

Helen at race registration

The prettiest motorcycle racer I know

Helen was pleased with her trophy. I was thrilled to see her have so much fun.

Bill's YZ426 race bike

My war horse


Prairie Wanderings


On Friday night, Dad asked if I’d like to take a ride with him to go get lunch on Sunday. Sounded good. He asked me to set a destination and a route. I picked the Pistol City Saloon in Coulterville, IL, mostly because it was a short ride away, and because I had never eaten there, but it seemed popular every time I went by.

My next order of business was to pick a route. I used Google maps, and on a whim, asked for bicycling directions. Google obliged by giving me a route that avoided all roads bigger than a State Highway as much as possible. I had never travelled the vast majority of the roads selected. Interesting.

Dad and I left just before 10:00 am to meet his co-worker Brad Cleveland, who rode with us earlier in the year on our lunch trip to the Missouri wine country. We joined up, and rode the route.

I was amazed. I have to admit, when I moved to Illinois 9 years ago, I figured I had left all the interesting motorcycling routes behind me. Today’s ride was the counter argument. Some of the roads were winding and twisty, with elevation changes. all of them had pleasant scenery. It was an interesting, scenic ride.

Lunch was fine. I had a bluegill sandwich that suited my appetite nicely. It was a good ride, and it changed my opinion of my not-so-new home state.

Dad's Triumph Bonneville T100

Take Bonnie for a rde

Suiting up at the Pistol City restaurant

Dad puts on his new helmet

Brad gets ready to ride

Brad suits up


Seat time


I started off the weekend in a funk. This is Indy GP weekend, and I didn’t go.
The past two years my little brother and my dad and I have gone to Indianapolis to see the MotoGP races. For a variety of reasons, we’re sitting this one out. I didn’t realize how much I would miss it.
So to get over my blues, I decided to take the big old YZ426F out for a trail ride. Please note that my YZ is not at all my best bike for trail riding. I have a TT-R 230 that is just brilliant for fun riding and gnarly terrain – it’s like a friendly, eager companion who pays his own way. The TT-R is just happy to do anything I ask of it, except for landing from a great height. The TT-R is not a jumper… and it’s not very fast, either. Ok, the TT-R is a friendly, eager companion who pays his own way, but don’t make him run, or jump, because he could die.
The YZ, on the other hand, is a fickle bitch.

YZ426F at Coulterville

Zoom!


She wants new valve shims and fork bushings. She wants a clean air filter and new oil. She wants you to show her a good time, or she’ll pitch a fit. She doesn’t care how much money you have left – you have to commit to every corner, touch her just the right way, or she’ll knock you on your ass. Even if you do everything right, she’s going to ruin a bunch of good stuff, and if you don’t clean up after her, she’ll leave you stranded.
But she’s fast, and she’ll jump further and higher than I have the courage to allow her, so there’s that.
Enough anthropomorphism. I rode the YZ today because I have two TT races in September, and some non-competitive seat time would be a great way to get more comfortable with my slightly wicked Yamaha. So I went by myself to Coyote Trails with the YZ, and rode for just a little under three hours. I spent almost all of my time in the woods. It was a hot day, and I wore myself out. The YZ worked flawlessly. I practiced setting the fuel screw once it was up to temp. I practiced feathering the clutch into and out of turns. I worked a lot on body position, finding that I rode my best with my knees ahead of my feet, and my butt behind.
getting ready to ride

gloves on for the ride


Riding down a slope

Fast fun ride


No crashes. No mechanical problems. At the end of the day, I was smoother and faster than at the start. And I was no longer boo-hooing about not going to Indy. Mission accomplished.


Whole Famn Damily


This post is late in coming, and I didn’t get any pictures of this ride, but my wife and daughter and I spent a great afternoon trail riding at Coyote ATV Riders in Coulterville, IL

Bikes loaded to go trail riding with the family

A bevy of trail bikes


As is her style, Helen, my eight year old daughter was the first one geared up and riding, and the last one to come in off the trail. She tackled some tough stuff, and motored right through it.
My wife did really well too. It had been almost two years since her last trail ride, and at the end of the day, she was catching air off the jumps at the practice track.
I’m really glad my daughter has her awesome mom to look up to.


Tree Huggers


Helen and I went to Coyote Trails near Coulterville, Illinois this evening. We rode both on the practice track, and in the woods. It was Helen’s first time in the woods. She was fantastic. I could see the apprehension on her face when we approached the first creek crossing. Helen had never ridden across a creek before. But she watched me do it, then she followed, and she made it across cleanly. Each 2.5 mile lap of the woods has four creek crossings. By Helen’s third lap, she was leading me through the woods, and hitting the creeks at a run with her feet up. She is one brave little girl. Helen handled the steep hills very well too. I had a heck of a time getting her off the bike at 7:30 pm. On the ride home, she told me that she liked the creek crossings the best.

Helen rides the practice track

Beautiful weather for a trail ride


Helen on the practice track

Helen climbs a hill on the practice track


Helen, foot out on the practice track

Foot out!


Helen's first crash on the practice track

Wipe out!


Helen struggles from under her bike

Ouch


Helen gets back up from a crash

Dust yourself off


Helen starts her bike after a crash

Start it back up


Helen gets going after a crash

Take off, eh?


Helen starts taking pictures with the helmet cam

Let's head into the woods


Helen admires the pond

Helen really liked this pond, and craned her neck to get a shot of it.


Helen and Bill wait for an ATV rider to clear off

Helen consults her dad


Helen and her dad about to set off

Is there a better view anywhere in the world?


Helen crosses a rocky creek

Rocks!


Helen about to cross the creek

Water!


Helen rides a winding trail in the woods

The winding trails in the woods


Helen follows her dad up a hill

Follow the leader


August Occasion


First Monday of the month – Vintage Bike Night at Moto Europa! I wouldn’t miss it. This month they had a DJ spinning great summer jams, and food and beverages served on the sidewalk. The atmosphere was great, the bikes were beautiful, and the riders were happy.

I met up with old friends Doug Scronce, Kris Williams, and Walter Bass. It was great to see them. I’m looking forward to riding with them again.

Enough chit chat. Where are the pictures?

Parking sign

Please park your modern machines elsewhere

BMW R90

Beautiful BMW R90

Honda... Dream?

Honda Dream?

Honda XT 125

A handsome XT

Right side view of an old Kawasaki twin

Classic lines, like a British bike

Left view of a Kawasaki twin

An old Kawasaki... W650?

1988 Honda GB500

If I had had the money, I would have bought one of these brand new in 1988

Walter Bass

Vintage bikes make Walter happy

1988 Honda CB-1

Another classic from my early adulthood - a 1988 Honda CB-1 400cc naked

Z1000

The antithesis of vintage


First timers


I have owned motorcycles for 24 years. I bought my first dirt bike eight years ago, a fire breathing beast of a Yamaha YZ426, set up for supermoto, and tuned to near “grenade” status by its original owner. Over those eight years, I have learned my chops with a wrench because of that bike – having taken it completely apart, and restored it to running order to cure the failures it endured from its previous high state of tune. It’s a better bike than when I bought it, and I’m a better mechanic and rider now too.
In 24 years, the one major thing I’ve never done was ride at a motocross track. I have raced TT scrambles and supermoto on the big YZ. I’ve raced in the woods on my smaller Yamaha. But inevitably, when people hear you race motorcycles, they light up and ask “Do you go over those big jumps?”
It’s deflating to see their faces fall when you say “No, I race real fast on asphalt, or dirt, or between trees…”
They don’t care. Everyone wants to see the jumps.
So, for the last few months, knowing that my big old Yamaha is more reliable and easier to ride than ever, and knowing that I’m at this juncture where my riding skills are getting better, but my physical fitness has just barely passed its peak – I decided this was the year to try motocross.

Helen and Bill confer in the pit

Between motos. Helen is less affected by the heat than Bill.


My friend, and dirt riding rock star, Matt Pursley texted me a few weeks back to see if I’d like to go to a motocross practice day. Matt’s five year old son, Colton, and my seven year old daughter are at the same stage in their motorcycling – skilled enough to make it around a track, interested enough to learn new things, and slow enough not to put themselves in any real danger. Matt wanted to take Colton to the MX park for hist first ride, and suggested my daughter Helen would enjoy it too. Helen and I agreed it was a great idea.
We went to Archview MX in Washington Park, IL for a Saturday practice day. The weather was hot. The staff at Archview were fabulously friendly, more so than at any other racing venue I’ve ever been to. Helen signed up for the “Youth Junior” practice class, and I signed up for the “Big Bike Novice class”
Helen and Colton went out on the track first, and found the deep ruts in the loamy corners challenging, with their small wheels. But they both figured it out, and circulated the track, obviously concentrating.
Helen gets her helmet on

Helen suits up to ride


Helen rides at Archview MX

Helen rides the MX track


Helen shows good form in cornering

Foot out!


Bill coaches Helen

Bill coaches Helen


I went out for the first time with some trepidation. The jumps look HUGE when you first encounter them – like walls. But I quickly realized that the jumps were very well built, and well prepped – As long as I hit the jump face with an even throttle hand and squeezing the tank with my knees, the jumps were quite easy.
Not that I was jumping very far. Each big jump is built to allow three easy ways to clear it – First by rolling it, as the kids like Colton and Helen were doing. Second by doubling it, that is, jumping to a next little lip at the top of the table top. And third by tripling it, jumping to the far down face of the hill. I spent my day working on cleanly doubling the jumps. A few were easy to double. Some I didn’t get until my third time out. I would “case” them every time – land with my front wheel over the lip, and the rear wheel behind. Casing the doubles over and over in the heat, was quite a workout. At the end of each session, I would tiredly wend my way back to our pit, struggle to pull off my sweaty gear, and then pour icy water on my head and get a drink. I usually only had a few minutes to recover. I had to get Helen ready to ride, and then go back out on the track on foot to assist her if she got stuck or had a crash.
Bill takes a corner

Bill rides a loamy corner


Bill stands on his bike

A rough approximation of the attack position


Bill jumps his YZ

Take it off any sweet jumps?


Helen greets her dad after his moto

Helen greets Bill after his moto


Helen had a great day. She experienced jumping her motorcycle for the first time – something she has wanted to do ever since she was four years old. I was very proud of how she dealt with the heat and the difficult track.
Helen after a session on the track

Bill helps Helen after her session


My wife, owner of Speed Of Life Photography, came out to the track too. She brought her camera, and took all of the pictures in this post.
I am blessed. Blessed to have a smart, coordinated daughter who shares my enjoyment of motorcycles. Blessed to have friends like Matt and Colton who encourage us to try new things. Blessed to have the health and resources to go throw a 240 pound motorcycle over big dirt jumps on a July morning. And blessed to have a wonderful wife who supports my silly hobbies, and can take a mean picture too.


Blazin’ Oldies


My neighbor Shawn Buckingham and I rode to the July Vintage Bike Night at the Saint Louis Moto Museum. The turnout was less than last month, due in no small part to the extraordinarily hot weather we’re having in Saint Louis. It’s a good thing they have an excellent (air conditioned) restaurant and motorcycle dealership at hand. Shawn and I had a nice dinner, toured the Moto Europa Ducati, Triumph and KTM dealership, reviewed the vintage bikes gathered outside, and then took a tour of the Moto Museum itself. It was still terribly hot on the ride home well after dark. Not the best night to be out on a bike.

Triumph Bobber

A Triumph bobber parked outside Moto Europa


BSA 650

BSA 650cc Thunderbolt single


Harley Sportster 1000 cafe bobber

Kris Williams Harley cafe bobber


Shawn tries out a new Bonneville

Shawn imagines life on something other than his Heritage Classic Softtail


Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.