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Friday, February 22, 2008

Weekend Ride With Mad Dog and Psycho

A little background: My neighbor Jim has ridden for many years and his current bike is an '05 KLR650 now pushing 20k miles. He's hoped for a long time that his wife Maureen would ride with him but she's been reluctant even though she rode her own bike when they were younger.

Now, I can't blame Maureen for not wanting to ride on the back of the KLR which is not exactly a great 2-up machine and she'd been looking at and admiring our Gold Wing since the wife and I bought it last year. Jim decided that what he'd do is rent a Wing and take the Mrs. for a nice comfy, short, fun weekend ride to see if maybe, just maybe, she'd think about riding again and maybe, just maybe give the nod to a newer and bigger bike. You married guys will know that the story isn't that simple but I'll spare you the details.

Jim arranged a Gold Wing rental and asked if the Mrs. and I would like to join them on a weekend ride to Globe, AZ, an old copper mining town east of Phoenix, for a little antique shopping. As this trip was for "the ladies" the riding was minimal but important.  The wife and I had not done an over night ride together in the two years we've been married so this would be a first for us also.

Since Maureen isn't a rider or even a passenger I decided it was my solemn duty to set about explaining to her in the days leading up to the big ride how to be a "biker chick" even though she'd be on a Gold Wing and not a Harley.   I started by giving her an official "biker name." I chose "Mad Dog" since she's a psychologist and if a name can't be accurate, it should be a complete contradiction, right? I nick-named Jim "Psycho" since he's a psychologist, too. You could never chose two less apt names for "bikers."

OK, for starters here's "Psycho" and "Mad Dog" by their weekend Gold Wing:

My wife, AKA "the red head" and Mad Dog:

On the road up to Globe. Wife uses her point&shoot camera over her shoulder:

We take a break in front of an old teepee shaped motel and decided where to
wander around first:

Since we started out after lunch we opted to check into the motel and then look around before a little before it got dark. We didn't stay at the New Tonto Hotel. It looked like it might not be that tidy:

The Days Inn in Globe is very nice and well run. Not inexpensive though at $80 a room in a small town. Seemed like a better choice than the other place:

Mexican food for dinner. Yum. No food pictures though. It got eaten before I could remember to get the camera out.  > from your memory insert typical plate-of-Mexican-food picture here<

Sunday morning it's time to antique shop. The ladies are very happy. Jim and I are very happy because there is no room on the bikes for more $tuff:

Globe is/was a dieing copper mining town founded about 1870. It's starting to come back to life as a tourist town and as a get away spot in the mountains for the folks down in Phoenix.

More antique shopping:

We visit the Pickle Barrel, a well known local antique, Indian art, and junk place. Some interesting stuff, some kitsch:


Back out on the street I spot a Ducati 600 Desmo that had breathed it's last, at least for a little while. The owner said something about an oil leak and waiting for a friend with a truck:

Visited a stained glass artist. Nice stuff, not ready for a cathedral, but nice. The Mrs. found some small molded glass earrings for a mere $20. Room on the bike for those, I guess.

In the same building was a quilt show. I'm not much on quilts except to keep warm but the craftsmanship was wonderful:

I was tired and hot so I stopped for a bath:

Looking through the window of a building (which had no back) I found a 1920s Jewett:

When I bought the wife her riding gear a couple of years ago she insisted on chaps with fringe. I explained that fringe was not the right style for a sport touring bike (we had the ST1300 then), that she needed something smooth and sexy. She bought the fringe.

More antique crap in a window:

Jim and I did find an interesting box in one of the antique shops. He looked but I remained pure and innocent and only peeked a little:

The Red Head noticed Jim and I standing under a sign and thought it would make a nice picture.
Ha ha. "Gimme the earrings back!"

Departing Globe, Maureen is still smiling. A good sign:

We all had a fine time even if the ride only totaled 180 miles. The wife got some earrings and one or two more items she managed to cram into the top box. I had some good Mexican food and managed to introduce Jim and Maureen at least once to total strangers as "Mad Dog and Psycho."


Crusty's Advise.... said...

Cool little road trip! sounds like a good time was had by all. Hey i LIKE the MX helmet with goggles look on the Wing! very stylish... All thats missing is the chest protector ;-)

FLHX_Dave said...

I really enjoy this blog. I have been buzzing around it for awhile now. I really enjoyed reading about the trip. (as well as all the other bits you have posted) If I can't be out and about at least I know I can go someplace to inspire my next adventure. Thanks! Looking forward to the next post.

Doug K. said...


I suspect if Jim gets a Gold Wing of his own he'll upgrade the helmet but maybe not. You know how KLR riders are: Function over form and save a buck if you can.


Thanks for the comment. I see you're in Salinas. I'm a Gilroy native by birth but a desert rat by choice.


Lucky said...

"More antique crap in a window" - Loved the double-entendre to this caption. Had me laughing for awhile there ;-)

One of my cruiser riding buddies at work didn't get it...


Doug K. said...


I was wondering if anyone would catch that. LOL


Road Captain said...

Antique Crap, Jap Crap, it's all good crap. Beats the heck out of walking.

Doug K. said...

>Road Captain said...
>Antique Crap, Jap Crap, it's all >good crap. Beats the heck out of >walking.

Agreed! The fun of the ride sometimes comes from the type of bike but mostly it's just fun riding. I'd rather ride a 50cc scooter than not ride at all.


Road Captain said...

It was pretty good joke, wish I had gotten it on my own without reading the comments. It went right over my head.
Doug, do you any oppinion on the news about Honda closing their Ohio facility that builds Gold Wings? Moving all Gold Wing production back to Japan.

Doug K. said...

>Doug, do you any oppinion on the >news about Honda closing their Ohio >facility that builds Gold Wings? >Moving all Gold Wing production back >to Japan.

I can theorize about it because I work for a multi-national company with auto plants all over the world and have a little insight (very little) into why stuff is built where.

Could be any number of reasons why Honda elected to pull the GW production home. Some 'Wing riders feel the US production quality wasn't as good as Japan. I'd disagree because Honda sets the standards the bikes are built to and the quality audits at the factory would ensure the standards are met.

Some guys think that they have tooled up in Japan to build a new 2000cc 'Wing and this was a way to bring the new model on-line without interrupting production in Ohio.

The people crying the blues are the Canadians who will no longer be able to buy Gold Wings duty free because they are no longer built in the USA. Some think a 'Wing in Canada could go to $30k because of the tariffs on "imported" goods.

The people most hurt will be the suppliers in this country who were supporting the Ohio plant production. Probably going to be some jobs lost there and businesses hurt.


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