Mighty Little Man

Henry had a challenging day of riding. Wednesday night was his first time out on a three speed dirt bike. It’s hard to get the hang of shifting with one foot and braking with the other. He loves the bigger bike, and it fits him well, but the extra coordination it requires sapped enough of his concentration that he crashed twice.

Henry alternately mean mugs me and enjoys a snack

Henry alternately mean mugs me and enjoys a snack

He didn’t let it get him down though. Henry dusted himself off both times and jumped right back on the bike. He’s my mighty little man.

We retired to a well deserved and much anticipated dinner at Arby’s. But before we could go eat, Henry had to sit on his bike for a minute in the parking lot.

Henry had to straddle his bike on the trailer before we could eat our dinner

Henry had to straddle his bike on the trailer before we could eat our dinner


Zipping Fifties

Henry got to ride with his buddy Jayden yesterday after school. They zipped all over the place, riding on the flat track, the pit bike track, and even taking a lap of the GP track. Henry had a great time despite a minor crash on the flat track, hopping back up and continuing like it was no big deal. He’s getting more proficient and more adventurous each time we go ride.

Fifty degrees, fifty cc’s

Saturday morning, the first real fall weather and light – it’s 50 degrees and windy, but Henry and I are undaunted. We returned to Ride Organic for some more father/son dirt riding.

Henry and I took a helmeted selfie

Henry and I took a helmeted selfie

Henry spent time on the Pee Wee track while I muddled around on the MX track.

Henry practicing on the Pee Wee track

Henry practicing on the Pee Wee track

Then Henry suggested we ride on the flat track. It was totally fun, and Henry picked up some speed.

Family Tradition

It’s New Year’s Day! Time to ride!

Helen and bill ride their TT-R s in the back yard

Daughter and father enjoy excellent New Years Day riding weather

In our family, we try our hardest to get at least a short ride in on New Year’s Day. Today, it was easy – temps in the mid 40’s, only spoiled by wind over 20 mph. Helen, and Henry, and I started off the celebrations by riding around the back yard on our off-road equipment – I on my TT-R 230, Helen on her TT-R 50e, and Henry on his Kawasaki branded Fisher Price PowerWheels KFX quad.

After a half hour of circulating the back yard, we all had lunch. Then Helen and I rode the Kawasaki Z1000 over to her cousins’ house to wish them happy new year. Road speeds and the wind proved more uncomfortable than our suburban trail ride in the back yard. But that’s all part of the New Year’s tradition – ride the ride, even if it’s a little uncomfortable.

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


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


Helen about to cross the creek


Helen rides a winding trail in the woods

The winding trails in the woods

Helen follows her dad up a hill

Follow the leader

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.

Mo See ’em Tour

Helen and I rode to the first ever STL VBN (Saint Louis Vintage Bike Night) museum tour. Organized by our friend Doug Scronce, it was a morning ride to vintage bike hot spots around the Saint Louis area. The meeting point was the Kickstart Café, conveniently located in the Classic Motorcycle Company’s showroom. What a fabulous place! A biplane hands from the ceiling, comfy couches are all around, and the showroom is packed with mind-blowingly cool motorcycles. The café itself makes a wicked iced tea or espresso. Helen and I fell in love with the place right away.

A biplane hangs from the ceiling of the Kickstart Café

The Kickstart Café

We met up with a few of our friends, the afore mentioned Doug Scronce, and another of my old racing pals, Kris Williams. Kris and I once rebuilt a warped YZ head in the picnic area of the Road America infield. True story. Kris is an affable guy who can’t help but tease you like a little brother, even if you’ve only just met. Helen found this out to her surprise and delight. Helen also found out she loves iced passion tea brewed fresh and served in a mason jar.
Kris Williams entertains Helen

Kris tries to psych Helen into losing a staring contest

Doug Scronce at the Kickstart Café

Doug ponders a beverage


A BSA single

Moto Guzzi

A Guzzi single

Kawasaki Mach II

A 400cc Kawasaki Mach II

Triumph X75 Hurricane

Iconic Craig Vetter styled Triumph X75

Bimota Tesi 3D

Center hub steering Bimota Tesi 3D

The next stop on the tour was Donelson’s in St. Ann. Donnelson’s is a great old dealership with a couple of rooms full of vintage bikes and historic race bikes. Helen and I left the Classic Motorcycle Company kind of late – we were enjoying our drinks – so we lost track of the rest of the tour. While we were at Donnelson’s, Helen took the opportunity to try a Honda CRF70 for size. She says it’s nice, but just a bit too big. Perhaps next Spring?
Honda CRF70

Helen tries a Honda CRF 70 for size