Motor Jam 2008

The New London Motorcycle Club has teamed up with Jammin 107.7 to present Motor Jam 2008.

Motor Jam 2008 will take place at the Crystal Mall, RT 85, Waterford, CT.

Circle Sunday, September 28, 2008 on your calander!

You will enjoy a great Car Show and Motorcycle Show.

Best of Show wins $500.00

Best Theme wins $125.00

Best Club Theme wins $125.00

Best Club wins $250.00

Vehicle Registration Fee: $30.00

Registration begins at 9:00 AM

Limited vendor booth space available

Call 464-1066

New Ride Leader

Both Thursday night's ride to our clubhouse and Sunday's mystery ride will be led by Road Sargent Theresa Anderson. Both Jim and Tom will be frolicking in Canada.

God Help Canada!

As many of you know, I've been fighting my share of health problems over the past five months. When I agreed to do this blog, I had no idea what was about to face. Therefore, I offer my apology for not writing as many blogs and I had intended to.

I need good stories from the road and thoughts (that I can publish) to keep this blog interesting as I will not be able to ride for at least another six weeks.

Pass along good stuff and I'll write it up.

Ride Safe Ride Free Ride with Pride

Ron

Upcoming Rides This Weekend

The NLMC has two rides planned for this weekend on Sunday, September 7th.

The Club will leave Dunkin Donuts in Montville, CT at 9:30 AM for Ride #1

Ride #1 Homeless Veterans Shelter Project Benefit Polker Run

Registration: PJ Oconnor's Restaurant 10:00 - 11:00 Fee: $20.00 per person

Ride #2 Mystery Ride led by Road Captain Tom Lloret
This ride is leaving Dunkin Donuts in Montville, CT at 10:00 Sunday Morning

Ride Safe Ride Free

Ron

Roads Yet Travled

As I write this, we are half way through our spring and summer riding season. In the upcoming weeks, I will list MAPS rides for all to enjoy.

This weekend we are heading to Wrights Chicken Farm for another great meal. This is one of our favorite rides. You can get departure information on our site calender.

www.newlondonmotorcycleclub.com

Jamie Lathrup has been in touch. It's hotter than hell in Afghanistan, but his spirits are up. He's looking for motorcycle stickers for his hard hat. Check club e-mail for more information on it. Don't be afraid to send him an e-mail. He needs to know we're all pulling for him.

As I mentioned in an earlier blog, I traded my Harley Electra Glide Classic, 100 th anniversary edition. I did this with a heavy heart, but I realized I needed a bike that was easier for me to handle, with a low center of gravity. I checked with several area dealers and got a good deal from Columbia Motorsports. I'm now the proud owner of a beautiful 2006 90 cubic inch Suzuki Boulevard. It's nothing like the Harley. It's low speed turns are wider, as it has a longer wheelbase. But, riding down the highway, it gives a better ride and holds the road well. Sherry and I are looking forward to rolling miles on it.

I hope all is well with all of you. Get out and enjoy the good weather. Ride!

Be Safe. Ride Free.

Ron

In The Wind Again!

Being off a bike for two and a half months is like breaking up with a really great lover. You still feel the passion in your groin, but there's no way to satisfy it.

Praise God, my wait is over. My lust is finally being satisfied!

Well, some what.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing as enough riding, when you've been out of the wind so long. Nasty things get in the way: work, the need to eat, the need to sleep, the need to be a grandpa and the need to cut the lawn. The list of things that get in the way of riding my butt off are never ending.

To help overcome the frustration of being an kid suffering the onslaught of puberty while being trapped in a old man's body, I go to our web site. I check on the long riders adventures as they dauntlessly overcome obstacles on their trip to Alaska. They're doing the ride I've always dreamed.

I pause to ponder.

No one can know what an epic road ride is really like without experiencing it first hand. Evert really does a great job covering the basis of how the ride is going and how far they have traveled. Road Captain Spike adds color to it, as only he can do.

I continue to ponder...

What is it like being out there, with only a few brothers to depend on for:
help when needed, bullshit when the words back while pounding out 500+ mile days and advice when all you can do is scratch your head while finding yourself in yet another revolting predicament!

Then, I ponder the imponderable...

What it is like to be pelted with rain, thousand of miles away from home, scorched by the sun days on end, blasted with 40 mph winds for hundreds of miles while riding a 24 year old Harley with well over 100k on the clock. Nuts or guts, you go figure.

It's not like being there, but if you really want to get a feel for what a long rider road run is about, you will get there by going to the Home Page Of the New London Motorcycle Club and clicking on the The Alaska ride.

You will find that at newlondonmotorcycleclub.com

Now, for local news.

Last week saw members of the NLMC riding in the Groton 4th of July Parade. These riders are dedicated to promoting a good image of the NLMC. For those of you who never rode in a motorcycle parade, let me tell you, the bikes get really hot. I cooked a motor in a Volusia 805 (watercooled) by riding in two parades within a few weeks, without changing my oil. I run synthetic, but even that has it's thermal breakdown limits. I got to hand it to these bros; they did a great job.

Last Sunday, Mother Theresa led a hardy crew of chow hounds on a great ride through Eastern Connecticut. This romp included a ferry boat ride across the Connecticut River, and ended up at Murphy's in Columbia, CT. Good Going
Mother!

On a personal note...

My Harley Electra Glide Classic was one of the best rides I've ever owned. I loved that machine. Sadly, I traded her in. My one problem with the bike, was me. I'm built close to the ground. The Harley has a high center of gravity. The accident that broke my leg, should never have happened. After spending a lot of time thinking it over, I realized I needed a ride with a lower seat height and a lower center of gravity. I found it and all I'll say for now is: It has nuts, it's loud, it's great looking: (I got 5 compliments on it the first day I rode it to work) and it gets me back in the wind. More about this bad boy in the next issue of In The Wind.

Get out and ride!

Be Safe,

Ronster

Alaska Run, Padre's Run and More

The NLMC Alaska Run started Saturday, June 28th @ 8.OO AM. Departing from the Shack Restaurant in Niantic, our hearty crew of mad cap adventures ventured out In The Wind seeking new adventures and bragging rights for the longest club sponsored ride in the club's history. Follow their journey by checking out our web site:

http://www.newlondonmotorcycleclub.com/.

Sunday, June 29th, brought us to Padre's Ride. It began at the Church of The Holy Family,

Rt. 85, Hebron, CT. A memorial mass was held before the run, which left at 11:30AM. Approximately 65 miles over rolling, country roads, followed by a good barbecue, made for a really great day. This ride was escorted by State Police Motor Patrol officers. If you want to know what it is like to handle a large bagger right, watch these guys. They know how to do it right.

I started a blurb about motorcycles I rode over the years. I will continue with this and keep you informed of upcoming events. I have to admit, it's been hard pounding the keys while watching my bros get In The Wind. Well, tomorrow, I see the orthopedic surgeon and hopefully get out of the cam walker that's keeping me out of the saddle.

I can't wait.

Ride Safe

Ride Free

Ronster

Ronster's Back

To say the last two weeks have been frenetic for the old Ronster, is an
understatement of major proportions!


Sherry's youngest daughter and her two beautiful granddaughters (1 yr old and 3 yrs old) are now sharing domicile with us. It's great to again hear the laughter of kids
playing, fussing and just being kids. It's just tough to get anything done! The
youngest like to sit on my knee, grab my beard with both hands and try to say,
"Giddy- Up Gran paw!" At least that's what I think she's saying.


Things are hopping at the New London Motorcycle Club. Now that the season is in
full swing, members are getting together and theirs always some one to ride with 7
days a week!


Recent rides included a run to the Oxford Diner in Oxford, Mass. This is the home of
the largest breakfast served on the eastern seaboard. Once you leave this
establishment, you may not want to eat for days! Last weekend's ride to the Mohawk
Trail was shortened because of foul weather. Yet, many riders showed up and
enjoyed their time out on the open road.


Last week, we sent one of our own to war. Jamie is headed to Kuwait to service
helicopter rotors. 30 club members took time off their jobs to stand in the PGR flag
line to see him off. How great it will be when we welcome him back!


There will be a cook out at the club house tonight. Come, enjoy and bring a side dish!


Now that I have the keyboard warmed up again, you'll be reading about more club events and the resumption of the Guzzi Log: 42 Years Going Deaf In the Wind.

Ride Safe
Ride Free

Ronster

Weekend Rides - Past Rides - New Members

SATURDAY

PATRIOT GUARD RIDE

DEPARTURE: NORWICH TOWN MALL PARKING LOT 6:30AM

AOB: NO LATER THAN 6:45 AM

Muster Point: Waterbury, CT 8:30 AM

It has been reported the protesters will be there in all their vulgar, despicable glory.

Please ride to protect the military family from their obscene presence.

SUNDAY

REASON TO RIDE supporting our area vets in need.

DEPARTURE: DUNKIN DONUTS PARKING LOT OFF RT 32 IN MONTVILLE CT.

NO LATER THAN 10:00 AM.

COME EARLY TO SOCIALIZE AND HAVE A GOOD

CUP OF JO.

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PAST RIDES

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SATURDAY OF MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND, 33 NLMC RIDERS RODE IN FORMATION TO MARYLAND. FROM ALL REPORTS, WE LOOKED GOOD.

SUNDAY, OUR GROUP RODE TO WASHINGTON, DC TO JOIN THE PARADE OF 750,000 BIKERS, HONORING OUR VETS.

MONDAY, THEY RETURNED TO CONNECTICUT.

MANY OF OUR MEMBERS, WHO DIDN'T RIDE ROLLING THUNDER, RODE IN A PLACE OF HONOR, JUST BEHIND THE LEMOS, OF THE DONALD PITTSLEY MEMORIAL RUN (FORMALLY KNOWN AS PAPPY'S RUN)

MANY MEMBERS ALSO RODE IN THE NEW LONDON PARADE

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LAST WEEKEND OUR CLUB RODE IN SUPPORT OF A MAPS MEMBER CLUB'S SPONSORSHIP OF LISA'S RUN. THOSE WHO RODE SAID IT WAS WELL RUN AND A GOOD RIDE.


TO SEE PICTURES OF THESE EVENTS AND READ ABOUT OUR CLUB,
GO TO OUR WEB SITE

newlondonmotorcycleclub.com

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WE WELCOME NEW MEMBERS:
DAN DUNN & GABRIEL CHAFFEE TO THE FOLD.

RIDE SAFE, RIDE FREE

RON

Memorial Day Weekend Events!

SOMETHING FOR EVERYONE!

THIS WEEKENDS WEATHER IS SUPPOSED TO BE THE BEST IN YEARS. TAKE ADVANTAGE OF IT!

GET OUT AND RIDE!

THE NLMC LONG RIDERS will be departing at 8:00 from The Shack Restaurant in Niantic, CT for a weekend ride to ROLLING THUNDER! All riders who wish to have a great breakfast should be there by 7:00 as this place really packs in a big breakfast crowd. Ride Safe Long Riders!

For those who like parades, NLMC members will be leaving Dunkin Donuts in Montville, CT at 8:30 Saturday Morning to take part in the Lebanon Memorial Day Parade. Patriot Guard Riders and any other club interested in joining us are welcome. Non affiliated riders are also welcome.

NLMC Parade Riders will also assemble at the American Legion Hall in New London, CT at 7:30, Monday Morning. Again, PGR Riders, other clubs and unaffiliated riders are welcome to join us.

The Donald Pittsley Memorial Run, previously known as Pappy's Run, will leave the Sprague Rod and Gun Club at 11:15, Sunday morning. Donald is a past president of the NLMC. We encourage all club riders not involved in Rolling Thunder to support this run. For those who would like a great breakfast, the chow line starts at 8:00.

Get out and enjoy this beautiful weekend!

As Always, Ride Safe and Ride Free

Ron

Going Deaf In The Wind 4th Installment

The Guzzi Years

As soon as I walked into the shop to pick up spark plugs for my Suzuki , two identical black Guzzi's caught my eye. I asked Burt about them and he said two buddies traded them in for GL1000's. They were the first one's in the shop and they had to have them.

I hope they were more happy with their impulse buy than I was with my CB750.

I pick out my goose, sat on it and said, "Sold!"

Now all I had to do is get my wife on board. No easy task.

When she asked what kind of plugs I bought, I told her Moto Guzzi, and a motorcycle came attached to them.

After a incredulous look, she stammered, "Who the hell makes Moto Guzzi motorcycles?"

"They make their own bikes! They're Italian!", I blurted back.

She threw her hands up in the air and said, "Now we'll have to buy a pickup truck to haul it home when it dies on the road!"

She had friends who owned Italian bikes and heard all the horror stories. She wasn't a happy camper.

A trip down to Burt Ives in Columbia brought her face to face with one of the best bikes I've ever owned. It was beautiful to my eyes: chrome and black pin stripped tank with black pin striped fenders. All she saw was the transverse V-Twin and said, "Don't the Italians know how to mount a motor in a frame?"

Old Burt saw I was in trouble.

With a sparkle in his eye, he ambled over to us and did what he did best. He flirted with her. She warmed up a bit and I knew I was home free.

After a bit of persuasion, I got her to take a test ride with me. Within five miles she wanted this bike. It had a great seat, solid ride and sounded like a 40's flat head Ford when taking it through the gears. It's distinctive sound was enhanced because it had "police" mufflers on it, less restrictive than the standard ones. I liked the rocker shifter, and the light vibration of the bike. It was the right bike for me!

My Guzzi took us on adventures and introduced us to long distance riding. I averaged 24,000 miles a year on her. I have many memories from those days.

One quickly comes to mind:

When I bought the bike, I knew I'd be putting a fairing and hard bags on it. I chose a Wixom, bat wing fairing for the look and Bates "Big Fats" hard bags for storage capacity. If you want to lay down miles, you have to be able to stow stuff. The fairing brings us to my first Guzzi tale.

I was heading home from work at dusk. Just as I passed Munson's Candy Kitchen, Home of Mega Fat Grams, I heard a loud PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS coming from my bike.

"CRAP!"

I rolled off the throttle, eased to the road shoulder and got ready for the familiar wobble to take hold. "What?" The bike didn't wobble. I got off and was relieved to find I didn't have a flat.

"WHAT THE HELL?"

I took off my lid, checked her over and shook my head. I couldn't figure out what happened to my bike. I decided I shouldn't have so many brews at work (I worked at a small auto parts store and my boss liked to knock down a few frosty cold ones before facing his wife). I joined him and discussed the hot topic of the day (IE the red head with big yams that walked past our store).

Well, I put on the skid lid and headed home.

10 miles down the road, in Columbia... PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

"WHAT THE HELL?"

I pulled over, got off the bike and checked it out. With the motor off... PSSSSSSSSSSSS. "Man, I got to stop drinking! Period!"

I got on her, lit her up and blasted home.

I pulled into the walkway to my trailer, shut her off and ............. PSSSSSSSSSS!

My wife was at the door and said, "What's that?"

My response, "Thank God you heard it!"

A perplexed look came over her chubby face, then she understood. Both of us were going nuts in our marriage at this time and for all I knew, she was hearing stuff too!

After careful examination, I stuck my hand into the right side of my fairing. She shouted, STOP." Taking a small branch, she probed where my hand was heading.

CHOMP!

After a serious yank, she dislodged a bat from my bat wing fairing. I felt a moment of sincere love for my lady, shook my head, went into the trailer and pulled out a frosty cold one.

This was a truly great day in my life! I found out I didn't have to give up drinking beer after all!

To Be Continued

Ride Safe and Free

Ron

Going Deaf in The Wind 3rd installment

After an exhaustive search looking for a replacement bike for my Sportster, I finally decided on one of the first, sand cast case, CB750's to hit the area showrooms. I bought mine at Burt Ives Honda in Columbia, CT. Burt had sold me my ill fated Sportster, so he gave me a good deal on my new ride. Getting one at below invoice was unheard of as they were in great demand.

Mine was red and real eye candy for its time. I remember the rush of riding it home. It was fast, smooth, good handling for the day and had great electronics. The brakes actually worked and you could really see what was behind you in the rear view mirrors. I figured this was a good feature as this bike seemed to attract a lot of police cruisers.

It was fast! It ate up Sportsters, Triumph TT Specials and BSA Lightnings with ease. It was an incredible bike. But, it had one drawback.

To me, it just didn't feel like motorcycle.

It was just too smooth, too quiet, too wide and too top heavy. By this time, I rode for the fun of it and wasn't interested in impressing anybody.

I sold it for a loss, four months after I bought it. I don't regret that to this day. I was a kid, but I knew I'd eventually get into trouble with that bike.

I waited several months before looking for my next ride and I never would guess what I'd end up on.

Of all bikes, a Suzuki 500cc Titan!

Up until I rode this Suzy, I hated two strokes. They sounded like popcorn machines when off power and smoked when under load. Yet, they were undeniably fast and the Titan was a well made bike. It handled well at all speeds, was predictable and forgiving. I rode a lot of poker runs, made new friends and started to rack up a lot of miles. It was dependable, until a friend recommended I have his buddy, a mechanic at a local bike shop, go through my motor and enhance it's performance. I learned a valuable lesson. Enhanced performance often goes hand and hand with decreased reliability. I never got the bike sorted out after this guy got a hold of it. It kept eating spark plugs. After replacing them several times, around every 500 miles (once a week for me), I was getting frustrated. One day after work, I told my wife I was heading to Burt Ives to buy some more spark plugs. When I came home she asked me what kind of plugs picked up. I told her Moto Guzzi.

A Lively Conversation Ensued

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On a sad note, sister Pat lost her dad and they'll be an Honor Guard Mission this Friday in his honor. Club Members, come to Thursdays meeting, check your e-mail or our web site for an update.

Ride Safe, Ride Free

Ron

2008 First Responders Run

Bikers gathered at the Brown Derby Pub under a beautiful, sunny a sky, looking forward to a good ride. We didn't disappoint them!

What followed was a great run, over beautiful country roads and a ferry boat ride across the Connecticut River. The ride ended up at The New London Motorcycle Club clubhouse where the riders were treated to good food, entertainment and a free raffel.

We would like to thank all riders who attended, especially riders from other MAPS clubs who showed their support for our event.

For pictures of this event, go to newlondonmotorcycleclub.com and click on What's Hot. Click on Club Sponsored Events, then click on 2008 First Responders Run.

Enjoy!

Ron

UPDATE ON POKER RUN

Poker Run

Sunday May 18th

Sponsored by The New London Motorcycle Club

Update

Sign up for the run takes place at the Brown Derby

Route 32 in Montville Connecticut

You can depart immediately after registering, or wait to ride with friends

The last departure will be 11:30AM

Our sweep riders will then depart, follow the route to our club house and let everyone know they are folding up the check points.

This ride includes: Free Pass to ride on

The Hadlyme Ferry Boat

Great Food

Free tickets to club raffle

AS OF NOW: Sunday's forecast looks good.

Rain shower are possible late afternoon.

This is a good weekend to ride close to home.

Come Join Us and Have A Great Time

Ron

Big Weekend Event

The New London Motorcycle Club is sponsoring a

Poker Run the Weekend!

Sign in Time: 10:00 - 11:00

Depart: 11:30

Location: Brown Derby, RT32, Montville, CT

Free Ferry Boat Ride Across the Connecticut River*

Good stops along the way

Last Stop: NLMC Club House, Moxley Road. Montville, CT

New Black Top Parking Lot at club house for easy parking!

Rain or shine, come and have a great time!

* Bridge Crossing if you prefer

Ron

Going Deaf In The Wind

Chapter 2

The Sportster Years

After a year and a half of riding my trusty little CB160, I was ready to move up to a bigger bike. When I started looking, I was like a kid in a candy store. In the day, dealers would actually let you test ride bikes and weren't all that worried if you took an hour to check one out.

My first stop was to visit John Laramie and Manchester Honda. He put up with me dropping by on a weekly basis and wasn't surprised when I wanted to try out some bigger bikes. First up was the original CB450 Honda.

Two things were readily apparent: the CB450 was a big bike for it's time and it was unmistakably a Honda (black tank, gray fenders). It had plenty of motor (it would walk away from a Triumph 500), handled good and was a fun ride. But, I didn't buy it. The first 450's were just butt ugly. So, I looked around the shop for something different.

The dealership also carried Kawasaki motorcycles. Two of them caught my eye. One was a sharp looking 500cc triple. You could get a speeding ticket sitting at a stop light with this bike. As he handed me the keys, John gave me "the look". I knew this was going to be a blast. I left the shop looking good, riding right and actually stopping for traffic lights. I kept a reasonably sane pace until I got onto I84. Then all bets were off. I opened this bike up and got the surprise of my life. Nothing! Well, nothing until I got her wound up, then all hell broke loose. It took off like a greyhound that got stung in the butt by a wasp! Man, this little bike was screaming. I figured I found my next ride. That was until I entered as exit ramp. Three little gremlins showed their ugly faces. 1. This bike was a flexi-flyer. Who ever designed the frame for this thing must of had a death wish. 2. This bike was so light, a pebble in the road almost landed me on my rear end. 3. The brakes weren't up to the power on tap. When I handed the key back, John gave me the all knowing look. I wore my experience on my face and didn't have to say a word.

After a few days later, I returned to try out a Kawasaki 650cc four stoke. This was a really neat bike. Not big on power, but smooth torque, good handling and, for me, it was eye candy. Kawasaki did a retro design of a pre-unit construction European parallel twin. The separate transmission case gave this bike a solid, no nonsense look. It would have been a good move up. But, my buddies talked me out of it. They just didn't like Jap bikes and I was tired of hearing it.

A few weeks later, I stopped out to see Burt Ives in Columbia, CT. Old Burt knew how to treat people. Burt, Ralph Strong and Freddy Marsh were the old school dealerships in our area. I liked the feel of the shop and ended up buying a 1964 Harley Davidson Sportster H.

The H model was a kicker, but had a battery instead of the Fairbanks Morse magneto the XLCH had. It was easier starting, had a milder cam and had plenty of punch for it's time. It was a "real" motorcycle: manual spark advance, no throttle return spring, hard clutch pull and a distributor that mounted on top of the right motor case. It shook, rattled and rolled. It had the sound, the look and the name. Finally, no one would make fun of my ride (except for old Indian riders). Now, nothing could hold me back. I was going to travel, see New England and find new adventures along the way........

Once I got it started!

This was the easy starting Sportster. But, I failed to mention, I weighed 128 lbs soaking wet. I know this, because there were plenty of hot summer days when I was soaking wet by the time I got it to fire up. Oh, it was really good at farting and belching flames out the pipes. My neighbors will attest to that. Once I got it started though (usually right after I threatened to trade it in for a Honda) the sound and vibes made me forget the pain in my right leg and I'd be off, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

That is, until something rattled off or just quit working.

I've had bazaar things happen while riding, but nothing prepared me for this machine. I knew Sportsters were noted for shedding parts onto the road. I had no idea how totally unreliable a bike could really be. Every ride was an adventure. One night, the head light fell off. On the road to Laconia, the carb vibrated loose. I held it snug with my knee until I got to a garage and replaced the machine bolts that shook lose. Looking in the rear view mirror was a joke. I could have a Mack truck on my tail and never know it. I couldn't corner it without sending sparks flying. I actually welcomed the day I blew a rod. Finally, I was free of the beast. More importantly, I stopped listening to what my buddies had to say and made my own choices as to what I rode.

Oh, I swore I'd never own another Harley.

I stuck by that for 37 years.

Now I own another one. They finally got it right.

However I went through eight different rides before I made the big jump back onto American Iron. I'm glad I did. Each had it's own personality and helped me build memories that carry with me to this day.

Life is an adventure.

My Sportster years drove this point home!

Ride Safe,

Ron

The Ultimate Low Rider

Invacare Tracer EX2

Finally, a seat height that lets me get my feet flat on the ground. I'm 5'4" and have been looking for a ride that would let me touch down solidly.

The good news: I've finally found a ride that lets be get a good foothold.

The bad news: It has 4 wheels and is a wheel chair.

It's a cruel, cruel world!!!

Oh, I know, they're a lot of low riders out there now. But, when you like riding back roads, you want to ride something you can lean into the turns with. That's a big part of riding, for me. I've seen too many guys lean hard into a turn, hit a bump, then have a memorable get off as their ride kicked out under them. So, I've learned to make due with seat heights that were available.

Looking back, I really didn't have much of a choice. Old school choppers looked great, but hard tails with kicked out forks and poor breaks just didn't fit my riding style.

No matter what I rode, it had to be fun to ride and handle well, to keep me happy.

Since I'm our of the wind for a few weeks, I figured it would be a good time to take a trip down memory lane.

This is the first installment of

42 Years: Going Deaf In The Wind!

Mid 60's

Some of my buds discovered Thai Stick, others Colombian Gold. I discovered you could really have a blast on a Harley Servicar in a farmer's field. Those old 45's sounded good once the mufflers rusted out and I never thought cow crap would ever get me in a wheel chair. I slung enough of it at my buddies on "scramblers", but they always got me back. I won't go there as it was always ugly. I knew I had to get a motorcycle, but my mom was against it. I lost my dad a few years earlier, so I had no one on the inside to pull for me. I did what every kid did who wanted to ride. I looked at mom and said,

"I don't want a motorcycle. I want a Honda"

Remember that, "You meet the nicest people on a Honda", ad? I latched onto that like a frog's tongue on a fly. It worked! I got her into the Honda Shop!

At a very young age, I learned the power of marketing.

Well, now that I got her into the shop and introduced her to a nice guy named John Laramie (he started Manchester Honda in a small shop on Center Street). She was impressed by his professionalism and his concern for starting me out with the right ride for a beginner. As he started to walk over to a Honda Cub 50cc, he saw the bilious look that came over my face and turned to a Super 90! My mind raced! I knew the 305 Super Hawk would be pushing my luck, so I ran over to a CB160, sat on in, and my feet touched the ground (almost). Well, she went along with it.

The day we went to pick it up, I was one proud and happy kid. After she dropped me off at the shop, she wanted to stick around to see me ride it. I told her not to worry, and a salesman told her he would check me out before he let me go. My naive mom gave me a hug, then went about her errands. It was a relief as I had no idea how to ride the bike!

The salesman took me out back into a small parking lot. He pointed out the throttle, the breaks and the shift lever. Leaving it on the center stand, he had me go through a few gears, get the feel of the throttle and the clutch, then had me move a few feet at a time, let go of the clutch and stop. When he figured I was ready, he had me go through a few gears, then cut me loose. Man, I was flying high!

I was a Biker!

After riding around 30 miles, I figured it was time to go home and take a break. I pulled into our garage, got off, and tried to get the thing on it's center stand. You see, that's the one thing they didn't teach me: pull up with the hands, push down with the feet. After finally getting it up, I called John and asked if there was a better way to do it than running backward, then slamming the center stand down. He laughed so hard, I think he broke a rib.

The following two years saw me ride that little bike to the scrambles in Grafton, VT twice and to Laconia twice. I enjoyed pulling up to my tormentors, watching them kick over their big twins until their faces turned kind of purple, then hit my start button, smile and take off before they could get into gear to catch me and kick butt.

Oh, I had to endure my share of kidding: Once leaving work I found papers under my bike (my buddies didn't think it was toilet trained yet) and once found it wedged between a Harley and a Indian Chief (my buddies were hoping a few cc's would rub off). I finally gave into the "There ain't nothing like cubic inches" brain set and sold my little, easy starting, good handling, reliable little bike. I traded up to a Harley Sportster!

The CB 160 experience taught me three things:

1. A 16 1/2 HP bike can take you on adventures, ride with the big boys (under 70), and get you home

2. You can crash, get hurt or kill yourself on a 16 1/2 HP bike, but you have to be incredibly stupid or work very hard at it.

3. Don't let anyone tell you what to ride!

Remember, I'm a Harley Owner. But, I stand by what I learned when I was a kid.

The bike that's right for you is the one that best fits your riding style.

Oh, and it helps if you're feet hit the ground.

Be Safe,

Ron

My Last Ride

Last Thursday night was one to remember. It started out great. 30 bikes and about 40 riders got together at David's Restaurant in Chesterfield for or first pre-meeting ride of the season. I rode near the back of the pack. I could tell we were all a little rusty at formation riding, but still looked really good. It was a nice short ride up through Colchester, then back to our Montville Club House for a cook out. After stuffing ourselves, we had our regular business meeting, which was mercifully short.

After the meeting I road back to Colchester with three of my buddies and my co-rider Sherry. I wanted to stop for coffee at D&D. but made the fateful decision to ride home early so I could knock off a blog about the upcoming weekends activities. As many of you know, that's when I parted company with my bike and broke my ankle.

Doc says I can't bare any weight on my foot for four to six weeks. These are going to be really long weeks. The harassment has already begun in earnest.

First, two of my club brothers went to Walmant to buy training wheels for my Harley. Lucky for them, they left unsuccessful as they were out of stock. Good going Walmart!

I've been getting a lot of calls from club members and I really enjoy hearing from them. Trouble is, instead of signing off with: Ride Safe, now all I hear is Don't Slide in the Pooh! I've been forewarned I'm in contention to win the NLMC Dauntless Rider award - Two Years in a Row! I really would like to pass that "honor" on to another club brother.

On top of that, I have to battle my dog for couch time! OH, the embarrassment of it all!

Well, this goes along with being a club member: You have a lot of people who care about you.

As far as being a pet owner, I couldn't live any other way.

I will keep you informed about upcoming rides as I find out what's happening.

Ride Safe,

Ron

It's not if, It's when!

Don't dress for the ride. Dress for the crash.

This is one of our Road Captain's most often heard comments when addressing motorcycle gear. It is always followed by:

It's not if you crash. It's when you crash.

Which is always followed by,

It will happen when you least expect it.


Well, here's my version:

There I was, looking into a star filled late spring sky. A pretty lady was stroking my hand (my future step-daughter). A state trooper was showing off his dog's ability to fetch things thrown deep into the woods (while blocking traffic). In this pastoral, Norman Rockwell Setting, I'm watching my buddys lift my dream bike (Black & Chrome Electra Glide Classic) off my shattered left anckle. At that moment, I crained my neck up to check out my ride, only to have the paramedic push my head down (for my own protection). You see, I just endured a motorcycle "crash" and the guy didn't want to overlook any possible injury. I guess he was right, but I couldn't get over the irony of it all!

You see, for the past three years, I've averaged around 30K per year over a lot of different road surfaces. Dirt, ruts, mud, sandy ashphalt, etc. Oh, I've been down a few times: a deer jumped in front of me, a large tree blew down in heavy wind in front of me, and two, chemically impaired, car drivers tried to make me a hockey puck, all in the last five years. So, I've gained a bit of a reputation for knowing how to walk off, roll off, or just launce off a bike without serious injury. That's what makes this story so ironic.


At one mile an hour, while making a sharp left hand turn...........

I slid on a pile of Cow Crap!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Apparently, a farmer's honey wagon had been over the road that afternoon.

Oh, and for the first time in 42 years, I broke a bone and tore ligaments.

The doc gave me the word today. Surgery is scheduled for tomorrow and I can't put weight on my foot for four to six weeks.

Looks like I be bugging my brothers for back seat time. I can't stay out of the wind that long or I will end up with permanent brain damage (banging my head into the wall).

The moral of the story is.....

Don't slide on cow pooh!

Ron

On our NLMC Web site - http://www.newlondonmotorcycleclub.com - you will find many entertaining and informative articles. I like our Road Captain's last blog. With his permission, I'm running it today. Read and Enjoy.

Ron

Welcome to the riding season for 2008. It has been a mild winter and gas prices seem to go in one direction – up. The state of Connecticut is in the second year of not using sand on the road and the roads are pretty clean. At the end of last year I was getting ready to leave a gas station when a conversation started with a fellow customer also gassing up his pick-up. I used to ride when I was young but it’s to dangerous now. But I just might get a bike because of the cost of gas.

That’s the reason for this blog.

Now, I don’t qualify as kind or gentle. I’m blunt but fair. When asked about all the accidents on motorcycles you hear about on the news I reply in a matter of fact way (because there are too many people riding who shouldn’t). This usually brings a pause and a “what do you mean?” I then say I’m 54 and when I started I was 16, back then motorcycle riding was an adventure, the bikes were mostly unreliable. There were few brands that were considered reliable but most bikes had their own way to start and go. The rider had to learn the bikes ways, and the ways change with the weather and temp. We’re talking kick starting here (important part) so if you don’t know how to start this particular bike, you may be here awhile. I personally know people who would walk a distance so they could park there bike on a hill. I’m sure motorcycles are responsible for half of the mechanics in the 70’s.This mode of transportation attracts a certain type of person. Unreliable bike, basic riding gear, physical strength needed to kick start or push and a friend with a pick-up kept the number of bike riders to the bold and adventurous. Lessons learned cost money, skin and sometimes much more. It was understood that riding was dangerous, the risks were high but acceptable, because riding is…well riding.

In the late 70’s and on to the present the bikes we ride got better, then good and now the bikes are mostly problem free. None are kick started, all are electric start and many are fuel injected. They are made out of good stuff and they are designed to be maintenance free for years. The fastest motorcycle in the world can be started by anybody sitting in a lawn chair along side the bike. It takes no skill or talent; all it takes is lots of money.

Please Consider:

There a big difference between driving a four wheeler and riding a motorcycle. If you make a turn on a street crossing a painted walk zone in a car, you just turn. Make the same turn on a motorcycle, do one thing wrong and you crash and likely hard just because paint is slippery. My main point is something that is nothing to do in car is a costly wreck on a bike.

So, you decided to get a motorcycle to commute and to enjoy.

Great!

The next question is what bike to buy? For all intents and purposes you’re a new rider, so buy a bike you could learn something on. Most people can fit and learn on something 800cc to 1100cc in a cruiser. There are many out there used and reasonable. Remember, this is not your last bike. If you want to learn to survive on the street you need seat time and a bike that lets you work on your skills. Getting a fast as the devil rocket bike or a long chopper isn’t going to teach you anything you don’t already know (how to ride poorly and fall off). You would do well to ride with people who know how, as they will hopefully show you some tricks and help you improve (if these riders tell of events with near misses, quarter drafts and almost getting caught they are not the riders to follow).

If you dent or scrape your car every 6 months and think you’re getting better at this driving thing…don’t get a motorcycle. I

f you think it will be something good to do with the wife or girlfriend you’re right…in about a year or (8,000 miles) Until then you ride solo.

A motorcycle can balance quite nicely at 10 mph even without you at the controls, but it takes you to ride it below 3 mph and most parking lots are slow speed, so practice.

Join a motorcycle club—you can learn a lot if you pick the right one or nothing if you choose poorly. Just like ride partners, rider beware, just like road surface, blind corners and steel grate bridges…rider beware.

By the way, biker is just short for bike rider, and the term motorcyclist is earned and not given to oneself...it’s given to you by others.

Ride well and enjoy.

Tom

What a great time at Ocean Beach Park!

Gathering together at Ocean Beach Park was a great way to begin the 2008 riding season. Over six hundred bikers gathered for the blessing and bike/car show.

Vender's who offered motorcycle related merchandise left happy they joined us.

Riders and co-riders really appreciated the services of The Slipper Lady, who sold and sewed patches at really reasonable prices. Eileen will sew club patches on leather. She works motorcycle events and works at home too. Beside patches, she sews leather and vinyl motorcycle seat covers to your specifications. Available by appointment, she can be reached at 860 267 1971.

New England Cycle Works, known for selling Kawasaki and Honda motorcycles, brought along a pristine Harley Davidson Springer Softail to let riders know, they now stock and sell good, used Harley Davidson Motorcycles. Rumor has it, they have a good Harley mechanic on the payroll too! I've been in many bike shops over the years and I have to admit, I've always been made to "feel at home" every time I stopped in. Consider making this dealership a destination stop on a Saturday ride. They are located at 661 Gold Star Highway in Groton, CT.

Four Brothers Motorsport of 1057 Voluntown Road in Griswold, CT set up a beautiful display of rims and accessories that caught the eye of a lot of riders. What they had was real eye candy.

There were many more vendors who came and supported our event. I was working our hospitality table and didn't get a chance to meet all of them, but I sincerely thank everyone who set up a table for making our event a memorable one for all who came.

I thank every vendor who chose to spend the day with us. We really appreciate your support.

Nothing of this magnitude could ever be successful without the dedication and work of many members of the New London Motorcycle Club. I didn't get a head count, but I'm sure well over thirty brothers and sisters volunteered their time and expertise to pull this blessing off.

I also want to thank our priest who shows up year in and year out, rain or shine, to bless bikes. He always has a smile on his face and will go anywhere to bring the spirit of Christianity to everyone he encounters. Last year, when we were rained out by a Northeaster, he joined us for a meal. He walked in, soaking wet, with a smile on his face and enjoyed great food with us. Kidding around, I belted out, "Five bucks, get it up. The priest came his to bless your bikes". A bunch of guys jumped up and pulled out their wallets. I laughed and said, "Just kidding", but the good father went out in the down pour and blessed the bikes anyway (I hope I don't get the Hot Place for that one!). If more clergy were like him, our churches would be full on Sundays (early morning, before the ride Mass).

Well, that's all I have to say about that.

Keep Safe,

Ron

This weekend big event: Bike Blessing, New London

Our Planning meeting for the upcoming bike blessing took place Thursday evening. Father is looking forward to blessing your bike.
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The big bike event this weekend will take place at Ocean Beach Park in New London on Sunday, April 13.



This event features: Bike Blessing, Car Show, Bike Show, Vendors and entertainment. Peoples Choice Awards will be presented to bike show winners.

Vendors will be able to set up any time after 6:00AM.
This event will run from 11:00AM to 4:00PM.
Food will be available.
A $5.00 admission fee will be collected to cover cost of insurance
Don't miss this Break Out Event. It will be a great way to start your 2008 riding season!

One of our own is going to war

Brother Jamie Lathrop is headed for Kuwait. Many club members gathered at our clubhouse to let him and his wife Andria know they have our full support and prayers. Andria now has a family, 150 strong, watching out for her. Club President, Jim Moran presented Jamie with a cake and wished him well. I guarantee you, the welcome home party is something we are all looking forward to.

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Reminder

Sunday, April 13th

Bike Blessing, Car and Bike Show

Ocean Beach Park in New London, CT

Vendors Welcome

First Bug Kill of the Season

I had a nice, cool ride to work this morning. Not cold, mind you, just a bit nippy. I rode home without chaps (good sign) and felt comfortable (even better sign). But, it wasn't until I parked my bike that I realized today signaled another "rite of spring".

Bug Kill! I had to wash bug splatter of my windshield and fairing. I'm glad I polished my bike last week. The gunk didn't put up too much of a fight.

Now, when are we going to see those 70 degree days?

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NOTICE: Upcoming Ride Event

The 13th Annual Bike Blessing at Ocean Beach Park

in New London, Connecticut will be held on

April 13, 2008

Entertainment will be provided by Jim Reed of Q101

A Classic and Custom Car Show and Bike Show will give you plenty of eye candy

Food will be Available

Spring Ritual: The First Ride - Ride Event Notice

Birds chirping in the trees, a warm sun, and a polished bike always makes me smile. But, never more so than on the first "real ride" of the season!

I can't stay off my bike for any length of time. I experience severe P.M.S. (parked motorcycle syndrome) if I go more than a month without wind in my face. My mind atrophies, my spirits sink and my people skills go south. My co-workers notice a difference (I growl rather than greet) and at home I snarl more than I smile. My lady puts up with me, my dogs tolerate me, but my cats totally give up on me. So, to keep harmony with the universe, I never really winterize my bike. I keep fresh gas in it, keep the battery charged and sneak out for a cold 30 mile ride whenever the roads are free from ice and snow. However, this isn't "real riding" in by way of thinking. These little outings are just bandages for the spirit and hold me together until the real riding season begins.

For me, it began on Saturday, April 5, 2008. Riding without chaps, without a closed full faced helmet and with my summer riding gloves, made all the difference. Riding country roads in Southeastern Connecticut with my lady and a club brother brought me back to life! Though we had to watch out for sand washes, we still managed good lean angles on the many turns and occasionally wicked it up enough to clear the cobwebs out of the carbs and injectors.

Yup, it's here folks! It's time to roll out the bikes, give them a good cleaning, check tire pressures, change the oil and make sure the battery has a good charge. Get them out on the open road and enjoy the ride!

Notice: Upcoming Ride Event

The 13th Annual Bile Blessing at Ocean Beach Park in

New London, CT. will be held on April 13th featuring:

Entertainment provided by Jim Reed @ Q103

Classic and Custom Car Show

Bike Show

Food will be available

Vendors

Admission: $5.00 (to cover insurance costs)

Bike Show Entry Fee $20.00 - Peoples Choice Voting - Cash Awards

Vendor spaces still available - $50.00 per site