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...so we met up with Kevin D somewhere east of Ann Arbor...Kevin D's bike is one of the finest restored/original 750's i've seen...truly beautiful...no pics though 'cuz we were late and in a hurry.  Kevin D knows his way around Detroit real good so we followed him to the handoff.  It was an awsome sight to roll up to the abandoned train station and see so many sohc4's and riders in one spot...others have already posted good pics of this so I'll just add a few..,
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a couple more from Detroit...
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Then it was on to Hell, Michigan that is, for some food and drink...minus Wohali, she headed for  home...Hell is a popular Michigan biker destination complete with all the usual  stereotypical "bad ass Biker" accoutrements and atmosphere...thus not much interest in old Hondas or why Godzilla was traveling the world on one.  When we arrived there was a bikini car/bike wash going on ...then it rained...again   

    Shelby Cobra also happened to stop by...
     DJAxe chillin' with Godzilla
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Burgers were eaten, beers and cokes drank, scantily clad females were oggled(sorry, I was kinda shy about takin' pics)...then we started splittin' up to head for home.   Me, Old School, and Green Manalishi added MJStone to our trek back to south west Michigan.  Green had more key switch problems on the way and we finally had to hot wire it.
     -GZ ready to ride on the Works Good Looks Good Special
      -Here comes Old School
      -Green Manalishi and Old School learn what every good bike thief already knows
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after a final stop in Marshall at the Dark Horse Brewery(highly recommended) we all made it to home.  MJStone stayed at my house...Green busted fourth gear sometime after he seperated from us...sucks...he would be relegated to chase truck duty for the next leg of the MI. leg
     -Old School and GZ at the Dark Horse
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I will continue the story soon...all this typing is like homework...time for a fun break :)
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alright now...time to take GZ around lake Michigan and hand him off to the Wisconsin dudes...heading generally north from Kalamazoo were me, OldSchool_Is_Cool(and his wife in the sidecar :o), MJStone, JKidd, Ekpent, BankerDanny, and Green Manalishi following in his truck.  We all met up at the old Gibson guitar factory.   Godzilla, of course, terrorized the neigborhood...
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We rode some of the better twisties in the area to the first stop, Hastings Michigan.  It started to rain.  Jkidd and Ekpent turned for home as this was as far as they had planned on riding...
     -killer old custom paint on one of Ekpent's many 750's
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We next headed for a Lansing area meet up with Dave the Welder and his ratty but cool "Green Monster" hardtail 750.  We now had about as diverse a group of old Honda's as you would ever want riding together ...still raining...then it was just jamb it north until we reached our first overnight, Cycle Moore Campground, Interlochen MI.
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Mercifully, it stopped raining before we reached Cycle Moore and we didn't have to set up tents in the rain...
     -GZ enjoys Craig Vetter's finest
      -cool old Ford with straight axle front end at a neighboring camp site
     -the scene at Cycle Moore
By the way, Cycle Moore is a great place to camp if you are motorcycling in the area.  The whole place is geared for bikers with an onsite bike shop and garage, fast orange in the bathrooms, a swingarm pitching pit(swingarms in place of horseshoes ;D) a little museum with some really cool and rare old bikes, and it's $6 a night to camp!
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« Reply #135 on: August 03, 2011, 02:38:59 am »
Put in just shy of 250 miles in eleven hours, including breaks.  A couple of months ago, I installed a Dyna-S ignition in my 1975 CB550K, and when the rain hit just ten minutes into my day's ride, I found out the hard way that the power input line that taps 12v from the battery is in a vulnerable spot.  Alternately boogied and limped to the designated meetup (still early) at Wildcat Mountain State Park near Ontario, WI, and about 15 minutes later, ZanVooden arrived ahead of schedule from Madison.  Things had dried out by then, so we hustled to La Crosse for lunch, only to be rained on just minutes from covered downtown motorcycle parking.  Limping again to the parking structure, ZanVooden offered an excellent suggestion: wrap the exposed wiring with a scrap of plastic bag.  We didn't hit any more rain, but I bet it solves the problem.

We stopped at Two Brothers Honda in Onalaska, WI, and met Ben George, one of the managers.  Ogled bikes new and old, including a 1968 Honda 305 Dream and a 1975 Norton Commando, with cafe bars and BRG paint.  Gojira passed to my keeping for the remainder of the ride in Wisconsin.  After a brief stop to allow the Lizard to contemplate having the World's Largest Fiberglass Sunfish for lunch, we headed north along the Great River Road, paralleling Old Man River, to Pepin, WI where we met Accolay and srust58 from the Twin Cities.  Log entries made and signatures affixed to the Banner, GZ passed from my bike to srust58's fabulous CB750F.  The Minnesotans headed off to the Cities for the night, planning to point their bikes southward toward Iowa tomorrow.  ZanVooden took the Minnesota River Road south as a quick route to the Interstate eastward to Madison, and I lit off south along Highway 35 to home.  A successful day's ride, with hopes for an even better one next year.
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Better late than never, I suppose, finally had time to post up some pics and commentary. This was a trip of coincidences for me, the first of which was that it was passing through Windsor, Ontario, where a buddy from England was spending the summer, and then Hell, Michigan, where another friend and I had been saying we should meet up some time.

After doing the Ohio to PA leg, I decided to do the western Ontario to Michigan leg too. Met up with Brooze72 and Wohali in Niagara Falls Ontario to begin the trip. Wohali's bike had some issues that relegated us to the back roads to begin, as she had a top speed under 50 mph, but the girl was determined to ride, so off we went. We made steady progress, but with a late start and back roads, the sun sank lower and lower. Wohali stopped me in the middle of nowhere to tell me she had just hit reserve, and needed gas bad. She said that when I kept pointing to let her know that her turn signal was on, she had it on to tell me she needed gas, my bad. After talking to some locals that informed us the local towns had no gas, we resolved to head for the 401, our best chance to find gas, top speed be damned. It was dark by the time we got on, soon Wolahi disappeared behind me, I pulled over and got the cell phone call, she was out. I ran up the highway, found a station and got a can and gas and strapped it to my bike, by the time I got back past her and turned around and came back up her side of the highway, it was a 35 mile trip, LOL. So here we are, pitch dark, traveling at 50 miles an hour, semis passing at 80 mph, with signs saying "Danger- Collision!" with a picture of a car hitting a deer every mile. But we persevered and rolled into my friends' house in Windsor at 1:00 am. A much needed swim in their pool, a few drinks, and sleep followed.

Setting out for Detroit the next morning:







We crossed over into Detroit uneventfully, my pics of the Detroit meetup are mostly duplicates of others, but boy, what a desolate area around Roosevelt Park. When I mentioned that Godzilla was looking for a building to wreck, a guy that came over to see us and our bikes said "he done been here b'fore, cuz everything's already wrecked".









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The famous actor Morgan Freeman joined us for the ride from Detroit to Hell. No, wait a minute, that's Artsqu.



In another amazing coincidence, on my way back from Northern Michigan visiting my friend, a pickup truck pulled up next to me while I was looking for the bridge crossing, it was Artsqu again, in a city of 1/2 million people, what's the odds of that? We chatted a bit, then he guided my to the bridge with his truck.

In Hell with my friend Lisa



At her place in the Manistee National Forest;



On the way back home, I stopped again for the night at my friends house in Windsor, then headed home.

Cool old guy that stopped to talk about old bikes:



So on the leg home, 3rd big coincidence, my friend Star called, said she was in town, and wanted to get together, but it would have to be during the day, as she was meeting her sister in Lewiston in the evening. I told her I was traveling in Canada, but I was returning over the Lewiston bridge and meeting my wife, who works in Lewiston, for happy hour. So we all got together and had a great time, live music, clams, and beer, had to laugh, the Harley guys seemed hurt no one was interested in their bikes, my old Honda got all the attention:

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With my wife, Karen, and Star



So I left Lewiston at dusk, headed to my club for the requisite last picture. When I got there it was too dark for a picture outside, so we brought the old girl in for a beer:





Here's a link to photobucket with all my pics:

http://s1104.photobucket.com/albums/h330/kellercon2002/#!cpZZ1QQtppZZ28
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Accolay and I met db22 and ZanVooden at 5pm in Pepin WI after coming down the WI side crossing the river at Prescott.  After a bite to eat and a cold one db22 and I made the hand off.


Accolay, me, ZanVooden, and db22


We decided to head back up the Minnesota side of the river so we went south for a few miles with db22 and ZanVooden so we could cross over at Wabasha.  Stopped in Lake City for a few shots of Lake Pepin where the river widens out into a large lake.







At the tiny town of Frontenac we found this Honda dealer which may be one of the only ones with Greek Ionic columns.




Accolay out ahead on his 77 550F


tucked in for the night.
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On Wednesday Godzilla escaped from Vance and I and went rampaging across Minneapolis.  Stay tuned....photos to follow in the Godzilla sightings thread.
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Vance here reporting in on the MN to IA leg of the relay rally which was run Sunday Aug. 7th.

Accolay, Cbrrudy, and I met at Einstein Bros. in Edina MN at 8AM. After a quick bagel and coffee we were on our way. Our route was south on HWY 169 over the MN river, then exiting off just past the river to cut over to MN-13. Once on MN-13 we continued straight south towards Albert Lea. We encountered several traffic lights getting out of town but after that we sailed along on a smooth and fast blacktop past farms, lakes, small towns, and countryside. The mostly cloudy skies gave us shelter from the sun but presented no rain. Cool weather was a welcome change from the heat we've been experiencing lately. As we neared Albert Lea the road took us through a massive wind farm with nearly 50 or so giant wind turbines with spinning blades. It was quite a sight to be so close to the turbines as I tried unsuccessfully recall the story of Don Quixote. After about 105 miles we arrived in Albert Lea and located the McDonald's where we planned to meet with NateMinn from Austin MN. Nate had perfect timing and showed up only 15 minutes after us. The banner was set up for a few quick photos, the maps were consulted, and then we were on our way to Lake Okoboji to meet Westondc and the Nebraska crew.

Heading southwest out of Albert Lea we crossed into Iowa and then picked up IA-9 heading straight west toward Lake Okoboji. It was a rough road and heading straight into the wind so the miles seemed to roll off a little slower. Another 115 miles on IA-9 brought us into the Spirit Lake/Lake Okoboji area. Unfortunately I missed the turn to Okoboji and we ended taking the long way around the lake to the handoff location which added another 10 miles bringing our total 'Zilla miles to around 230. We were fairly surprised upon showing up to the handoff spot to find a whole group of people and bikes collected there waiting for us and big G. Apparently some locals had spotted Wes and his crew in town and were interested in their bikes so they struck up a conversation with them and learned about the rally. One guy turned out to be a old Honda twins racing mechanic/ collector/ restorer that went by the moniker "Wild Man". He went back home to get his amazing candy gold CB750 and brought it out to the handoff. Wild Man's real name is Steve Milton and he is gearing up to open a new shop that will house his personal collection of 40+ vintage and rare motorcycles in Spencer IA. He will also offer sales and service. The handoff had to be short and sweet as the Nebraska crew needed to cover a lot of miles to get back to back to Omaha and Lincoln that evening and it was nearing 3:30 at this point. Greetings were exchanged, the bikes lined up for photos with the banner, Godzilla handed off, the banner signed, and we were on our way!

After filling up and grabbing some hot dogs at the Kum and Go (that has got to be the worst name for a convenience store ever!) NateMinn, Cbrrudy and I were headed northwest on our way back home. Accolay continued on with the Nebraska guys as he was going all the way to SD to visit his family.



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Saturday Aug. 8th 2011 log from Westondc:
(Lincoln NE --> Okoboji IA) 300 miles

Our Nebraska riders left Lincoln at 8am for a foggy ride 50 miles to Bellevue where we met Zac (Grasscutter) on our way North to Okoboji IA. The other riders along with us were Joel (ImPaler) on his 1976 CB750, Eric (Deceptibong) and his girlfriend Princess riding on the back of Erics 1972 CB750.



As we crossed the Missouri river into Iowa we were impressed to see the massive flooding along its banks. Once in Iowa we skipped the Interstate and headed along HWY 92 toward Treynor IA. I was leading the pack at the time when I noticed Zac disappear in my mirror. The group turned around to see if there was a problem. Zac slowly came into view on the side of the road pointing to the front brake caliper on his 1982 CB650 which was dangling to the side. The mounting bolts had worked their way out and dropped somewhere along the highway.



Now we were stuck in Treynor, less than two hours into our 250 mile trip to Okoboji. Of course all the hardware stores in the small town were closed. After some deliberation we decided to bungee the caliper to the bike and backtrack to Council Bluffs IA in search of some metric blots. Low and behold AutoZone had just what we needed and we were back on our way ina short time with our fingers crossed.

The ride up HWY 71 through Iowa was a straight shot with the same corn covered rolling hills passing us mile by mile. We stuck to 80 mile runs between fillips and met some nice locals at each stop who told us about the old Hondas they used to ride. Our Nebraska crew logged 300 miles when we reached Okoboji without any other issues along the way. The weather was great and the view of Lake Okoboji was a nice change from the scenery of our recent 6 hour ride. Princess snapped a few pictures of us before we went in search of a campsite.



We setup camp at the West side of the lake and unloaded our gear. I remembered seeing a small Mexican restaurant in town and it didn’t take much convincing before we were all on our way there for margaritas!





After finishing dinner and our delicious drinks we walked to our bikes where we met a nice fellow and his wife standing by them. He introduced himself as “Wild Mad” Steve Milton of Milton Cycle. He walked us to his yellow 70’s van were two SL350 race bikes were sitting inside. We all talked about our passion for vintage bikes and swapped some stories. We told him we were in town for a relay and he asked,” is it the SOHC4 relay I read about in Motorcycle Classics? I had no idea you guys would be coming through here.” So we swapped some our numbers and agreed to meet the next day for the SOHC4 hand off in town with the Minnesota riders.
 

Even with full helmets you can get your face sunburned!



Sunday Aug. 9th 2011 log from Westondc:
(Okoboji IA --> Lincoln NE) 250miles


The next morning after breakfast we met "Wild Man" on his 1971 Cb750 along with some of his friends.



They lead us on a nice ride to the beach were we passed some time as Vance and the fellow riders from Minnesota made their way to Okoboji. After about an hour we walked to our bikes and I noticed a few guys pull up on motorcycles. One was riding a 1970’s CB750 so I told him and his friends about the SOHC4 relay and asked them if they wanted to join us for pictures. Well, they did and our crew of SOHC4 riders grew a little bigger. The group of us pulled up to the Okoboji meeting spot not long before Vance, Accolay, Cbrrudy and NateMinn pulled into town from Minnesota. There ended up being about thirteen of us hanging out and looking over each other’s bikes. Some people from around the area walked up to see what all the commotion was about. They asked, “Is there a bike show today?” No not really, just some Honda lovers passing around a plastic Godzilla, ha-ha.


Looks like Eric and Nate are comparing their sweet riders tans  8)




NateMinn, Wild Man, Hunter, Accolay, Cbrrudy, Vance, Deceptibong, Grasscutter, ImPaler, westondc



It was great meeting everyone there and we all had a great time. Unfortunately we had to make it short and sweet in order to get back to Lincoln NE at a decent time. Accolay, who had rode from Minneapolis, decided to ride along with us to Lincoln Nebraska. So we received the relay handoff, said our goodbyes and strapped in Godzilla for the ride. We had a nice ride back to Lincoln with no problems and even beat the rain by about 15 minutes.







Just under 600 miles logged in two days and we've got the sunburns to prove it!
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Friday Aug. 12th 2011 log from Westondc:
Downtown Lincoln NE

Great Plains Cycle in Lincoln Nebraska was nice enough to host a sendoff for the Sohc4 at their store. I stopped by earlier in the week and let them display our banner behind the counter along with some flyers about the relay. I decided to take Zilla around town to terrorize the locals before he traveled to his next destination over the weekend.

The meet up for pictures was Friday at Great Plains as kind of a sendoff before the ride to Sioux City in the morning. My roommate Princess had so much fun the weekend of the last SOHC4 relay run that she went out and bought a Honda CB175. My other roommate TJ went with her to pick it up and when they returned they said the guy they purchased it from, Frankie aka “Speed King” on the SOHC4 forum, was a real nice guy had a bunch of cool motorcycles. Later that day when we went to Great Plains Frankie was there with his sweet CB750 cafe. We also met some other riders from the area that came to be a part of the relay.  After the sendoff a few of us rode to the state capitol building for more pictures. A good friend of mine from college owns a photography studio and he was in town to take wedding photos the next day. He was able to take some great photos of us at the capitol.

Later we all went to a Japanese Sushi restaurant, Zilla’s 1st choice. The plan was to call it a night after dinner since we had to head out early in the morning to meet with Wyatt (bord0080) for the handoff… however Zilla had other plans and we hit the downtown Lincoln bar scene.

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GZ has been in Seattle for the last few days. Tomorrow there'll be another hand off.

Here's some pics from the last two days.
http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v475/silverbass/Godzilla%202011/

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GZ has been in Seattle for the last few days. Tomorrow there'll be another hand off.

Here's some pics from the last two days.
http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v475/silverbass/Godzilla%202011/

There's a bunch more pics added to that link that include the Hand off to 754 in Okanogon, Wa.

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Sorry I've been so slow in getting this post up, and yes, I'm guilty of getting this leg posted out of order.  Sitting in a hotel lobby in Houston so am just taking the opportunity to start typing this up.  Will have to add the pics later.


I completed the Alberta, Canada portion of the rally for team PNW on my 1977 CB750F2.  I picked up GZ from Killer Canary of the Saskatchewan team and eventually delivered him to the legendary ofreen, representing the Montana team at that point in the rally.


Day 1 - Aug 29 - Calgary, Alberta > Maidstone, Saskatchewan


The plan was to ride the ~350 miles from my home in Calgary, Alberta to my parents farm north of Maidstone, Saskatchewan.  Would be the first time my 'F' would be returning home after it's restoration earlier this summer.  Check out my build thread to learn more about the fact that my father bought this very bike used in 1978.


I went to work in the morning, then was on the road around 1:00 pm.  Having not ridden it for 4 years, I was a little foggy on how far a tank of gas could get me.  Blew past a small center hoping to make it to a larger one down the road, only to have the old 'F' start to sputter on reserve.  Quickly turned around and headed back to the small town and grabbed some gas. Took the opportunity to snap the first pic:
Gas Stop @ Hobbema, AB




The sputtering was with less than 120 miles on the tank.  Was probably a sign of things to come, but I didn't pay attention to it at the time.  Another little observation at the first gas stop of the day was that I had to fiddle with the ignition switch.  The ignition switch on this bike had never been suspect.  Perfect detents and 100% electrical connections every time.  On that first gas stop, when I went to fire the bike back up, the ignition lights didn't come on the first time I turned the key.  Tried again and the circuit worked fine. Odd.


Anyway, as I'm getting to within maybe 150 miles of the parents farm, the bike starts sputtering again, this time at only 90 miles.  This time I'm JUST outside of Viking, AB.  As I pull into the gas station, the bike days, but I happen to notice that the instrument cluster went dark.  AHAH!  Not a fuel issue.  Top her up with gas and start fiddling with the ignition switch.  Playing with the wires at the bottom of the switch I immediately have power again.  Made sure the plug was in good and tight, did a wiggle test and couldn't make it cut out.  Good to go.


Ran good, but was thinking I wanted to pull the switch apart when I got to the farm.  It held in there fine, maybe stuttered once or twice, but I didn't think any further damage was occurring.  As I pulled into the last town or city before my parents farm, the bike died at an intersection. Was able to wiggle the ignition, but now it was very sensitive.  Limped into a gas station, and there she died:


Dead ignition switch in Lloydminster, AB (city right on border between Alberta and Saskatchewan):




I could put pressure on the ignition in just the right way and have a connection, but it wouldn't stay that way.  Pulled the ignition switch apart right in front of the gas pump and saw the melting that was occurring. Didn't have the means to rewire (my Dad had something to say about that) and didn't want to do more damage, so the call was made and the last 30 miles to the farm was in the back of my fathers pick-up.  Unfortunately no pics of that.


Pulled the switch completely apart once we got to the farm and had it better than new within a few hours.  My father ended up reinforcing all rivets with solder and rebuilding the burnt out bits of plastic and one blade connection.





Day 2 - Aug 30 - Maidstone, SK < North Battleford, SK for GZ hand-off < back to Maidstone, SK



Bike fixed, I was off in the morning to meet Killer Canary in North Battleford, Saskatchewan.  I actually had an idea for what I thought would be a killer hand-off pic between 2 lonely bikes.  The old traffic bridge in North Battleford is a narrow, steel truss bridge that is no closed to vehicle traffic.  Nothing saying we couldn't weave 2 SOHC's between the barriers and get an awesome banner shot down the length of the old bridge.


The Planned Hand-Off Pic location:




When I'm about 10 min from North Battleford, I hear my phone ringing in my helmet on my new SENA bluetooth wireless headset.  Answer it and its Killer Canary 8 miles on the other side of town, with a flat tire.  So, change of plans, the hand-off from the Saskatchewan leg is on the side of the highway.


Hand-off from Killer Canary:




With no helpful bystanders on the side of a busy highway, used my Dad's tripod for my Nikon DSLR.  The reason the crest of the highway is cutting off so much of the shot is because I managed to break the tripod before the shot happened, meaning that my DSLR is sitting on it with the 3rd leg of the stand precariously balanced on the edge of the highway with traffic whizzing by.  Wasn't willing to raise the tripod any higher and risk a greater fall.


Great to meet Killer. Talked bikes for awhile and checked out each others rides.  Awesome name for a project bike and his forum name too!


Killer Canary:




Filling out the log book:








A replacement tube could not be found, so I waited with Killer for quite awhile as he tried to get in contact with his wife to get to to come grab him.  I left after what had to be a few hours and headed back to the parents farm. Kudos to Killer Canary for being the lone guy to cover the vast province of Saskatchewan and a great guy to meet.





Storm clouds were coming in from the west so I cut out some planned photo ops with GZ, but I had to hit Turtleford.  It is home to one of the largest turtles (maybe the largest) in the world, so I thought he would be right up GZ's alley.


GZ in Turtleford, SK:




Godzilla wasn't impressed.  Claimed he wasn't big at all!


Made it the 90 miles back to the farm with GZ, where he would spend the night.  A pretty cool double rainbow showed up.  None of the shots with GZ really work, but this gives you an idea.


Double Rainbow:




Day 3 - Aug 31 - Maidstone, SK < Calgary, AB

Off the next morning and not the best forecast, 46 F back in Calgary and rain.  Lots of rain.  Unfortunately, my only piece of luggage was a small back-pack, and I'd packed more for the 86F first day than what I would see today.  Had actually just gotten an order from Aerostitch the week before with some warmer summer gloves and rain gear, but I'd forgotten it on the bed at home.


Headed out, but on the way hit my hometown of Maidstone, SK.  It is home to the world's largest Canola (rape seed) plant, so I thought I'd let GZ check it out.


Canola Plant:



Weather just got crappy as day went, so other than stopping for gas a a warm meal, no photo stops.  I had to make one though.  Alberta is home to the world renowned Drumheller dinosaur park.  Sounds to me like some long lost cousins of GZ's.  Weather or not, I had to take him there.


Drumheller pics:






Though it had been could, the rain didn't start until I was rolling out of Drumheller.  85 miles and I'd be safely in my garage.  I proceeded to curl up into the smallest ball I could and turned the wick up to 80+ mph.  Very little traffic on the westbound secondary highway, so good time was made, then I turned onto the major north/south freeway (Hwy #2).  The rain wasn't coming down that bad yet and I had a death grip on the bars.  Not sure I even lifted a hand off to warm it on the valve cover. The problem on the busy freeway was now road spray.  It was making visibility more difficult with my full-face .  Then, in the last 16 miles, the rain really started.  Visiblity went to barely a car length through my visor, and the drops were like knife blades when I raised it.


When I finally pulled into my garage, frozen and soaking wet, I could se that the rain drops were actually sleet-like and saw the thermometer reading 39 F.  I stood in the shower for 30 min before my body even started to get back to normal operating temperature.


(Since I am so late on posting this, I thought I should make it a long one!!  I understand if people are just looking at the photos and not reading this;-))


Day 4 - Sep 1 - Calgary, Alberta GZ tour



My buddy Wes took Thursday off work with me to help tour GZ around the city of Calgary, 4th largest in Canada by the way.  He tagged along on his Honda VFR as we hit the town.


Here is GZ checking out the Calgary tower:




Here he is at the BOW building, a new office structure under construction that is the tallest in Canada outside of Toronto:




At this point we thought we better grab something to eat and a pint.  GZ had ideas of his own.


Wes caught him stealing his beer:




Here's GZ checking out the  Saddledome, the home of the NHL Calgary Flames:




One final stop on our sight seeing tour was here:






Then we were off to a local vintage bike night, to meet up with forum member DarcyCB400f and hopefully drum up some interest. Not a ton of bikes, and only a few other Honda's.


Rare GB500:




The only 3 SOHC 4's there:





Posing with DarcyCB400F and his sweet '77:




That was the end of day 4.  I was prepared to deliver GZ to Montana the next day, but being the long weekend, many people had plans, including ofreen.  So the hand-off day for the Montana leg leg was pegged for September 7.


Last day - Sep 7 - Calgary, AB < Babb, Montana


Well, before I left Calgary, I thought I better grab one last shot.  I was able to meet up with DarcyCB400F, but he was unable to join for part of the leg.  Similar to Killer Canary next door, I was the only member to cover the fairly large province of Alberta. I'm originally from Saskatchewan, so I was pretty happy to find this when I stepped outside in the morning.  GZ was giving a Saskatchewan Roughrider quarterback a high-5.





Apparently he approves and is a fan rather than rooting for the local Calgary Stampeders or Edmonton Eskimos. Had to smile when I thought that it took a Saskatchewan boy to cover off Alberta on the rally ;D

No stops for pics as I ran to the border.  Was going to meet ofreen for lunch on the US side and I wanted to cover some miles.  Left around 7 am and it was chilly.  Many of the first 80 miles was spent with my hands on the valve covers, with even a few stops on the side of the road for some really deep warm-ups.


Crossed the border around 11 am no problem and about 30 min later I was pulling up to the hand-off point I'd suggest, the Two Sisters cafe between Babb and St. Mary, Montana.  I'd stopped there first the first time a month earlier with 3 friends as we were making our way down to Sturgis.  They had amazing pie and cold beer.


As I pulled up and saw the Windjammer equipped 'F' that I was told to be on the look-out for.  Shared stories and had a bite to eat at the cafe, took the obligatory pictures and we packed up. 


Hand-off pics:









I thought I noticed some clicking as I pulled up to the cafe, and even before since I'd crossed the border, but thought it was just some interference on my headset.  Upon starting my 'F' up cold with no helmet on, it was really evident.  My stomach sank as my first thought VALVETRAIN, and I was a long ways from home.  Cooler heads prevailed as ofreen and I poked around, loose header bolts.  I had about 1400 miles on my recent rebuild and I hadn't checked the header nuts yet.  Lucky I hadn't lost any considering No.4 was so loose.  With those tightened we went our separate ways and my portion of the rally was over.  Had an awesome ride on great rides back to Calgary in 85+ F weather.  I pulled back into my garage at 6 pm with a big grin on my face.

1,418 miles total miles.  780 GZ miles, 638 w/o.  Glad I could be a part of such an epic event and I throughly enjoyed the fellow SOHC 4ers I met and reading all the log book entries of those I hadn't.





 
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I'd better start in on this report before I start forgetting what happened.

Sept 5

The Montana-Wyoming-Idaho leg began with our departure early afternoon Sep. 5th.  My friend Steve was along on his trusty Pacific Coast, and me on the ’75 750F.  We took ID21 up through Idaho City, Lowman, to Stanley.  Here’s a pic of the Sawtooth Mountains taken at a spot where everybody takes pictures of the Sawtooths –



From Stanley, we turned north on ID75 toward Challis.  I didn’t take a lot of pictures along here as we had gotten a late start and if I stopped at everything that was photo worthy, we wouldn’t have gotten anywhere.  If you’ve never been on this road, don’t pass it up if you get the chance to ride it.  Those who have know what I am talking about.  Here is a video taken along the Salmon River south of Challis.

ID75

ID75 meets up with US93 just outside Challis.  From there, we took 93 north through Salmon, over Lost Trail Pass and spent the night in a campground at Sula, MT.  No pictures through here either, but believe me, riding doesn’t get any better than on this stretch, either.



Sept 6

Woke up to 28 degrees F the next morning.  It was a little frosty.



After breakfast at the café there at Sula, north on US93 through Missoula, Polson, along the west side of Flathead Lake, then the cut-off over to MT35, and on to Glacier National Park.  Last time I was up there, it was $10 to get in the park on a motorcycle. Now it is $15.  Here’s a heads-up for all you geezers.  You can get a lifetime pass to enter all the national parks for 10 bucks if you are over 62.  A pretty good deal except for the fact you have to be aged.  Oh well, I’ll be there soon enough myself.

Here are a few pics and video on the Going to the Sun highway heading up to Logan Pass.  It is an amazing road.  It is a good thing it is there, because this country will never build anything like it again, I’m afraid.  The park service will occasionally float a proposal to close the road to private vehicles, making everybody ride the shuttle buses (aka cattle cars) to get up there.  The proposal has always been beaten down, but it doesn’t keep them from trying again once in awhile.




There was a lot of construction to put up with and they were slobbering all over the road with water trucks to keep the dust down, but the upside is that it gave plenty of time to admire the scenery.



Some video of the climb up the west side –

Going to the Sun

Wild America –

Wild America

It is a nice ride eastbound down from Logan Pass, if not as spectacular as the west side.  There is usually a lot less traffic on that side, and still plenty to look at.  The end of the day found us at the KOA at St. Mary, MT.  30 bucks for a tent site!  Oh well, as KOAs go, the St. Mary KOA is a nice one.  (Too many KOAs sit alongside freeways these days.)



While we were at the KOA, a couple pulled up in a beautiful ’36 Ford pulling a little Scamp camp trailer. The car was a very nice piece of work.  It is cool when people use these cars rather than letting them sit in a climate controlled garage under a cover.



Sept 7
Another frosty night –



Today was the day for the handoff from Kris (kap284).  He suggested meeting at the Two Sisters café between St. Mary and Babb that morning.  An excellent suggestion, as it turned out.  He was riding all the way down from Calgary, AB that morning.
 


Kris wasn’t there yet, so we had something to eat.  I can recommend their buffalo burger.  Thanks, Leona!  I was finishing up when Kris pulled in on a 750F2 that looked like it had just come out of a time warp from 1977.   He has done an exceptional job on it.  It is a beautiful bike.  Just like that ’36 Ford, it is cool to see a bike like this on the road being used as it was intended.



The handoff –

 
We went back into the café and visited awhile and GZ made a new acquaintance.  All too soon it was time to hit the road.  Thanks, Kris, for coming down to St. Mary to make this happen.  Thanks for the great conversation.  It was a pleasure to meet you as it is always great to meet another committed bike nut.
 


Back on the road, GZ back in his old spot.  Last time we rode together he griped about temps in the low to mid 30s, this time he was crying about how hot it was.  I thought he was quite a whiner for a world famous city stomping mutant dinosaur, then I remembered he’s cold blooded, so started to cut him some slack.  Then he started #$%*ing because I hadn’t cleaned the windshield.  Naw, he’s just a whiner.



So it was south through Browning, Choteau, Augusta, Wolf Creek, a little bit of interstate to Helena.  We didn’t do much interstate on this trip because riding on the interstates sucks, but the stretch of I-15 between Wolf Creek and Helena ain’t bad with nice sweepers through canyons. 
The next couple of days were smoky from forest fires.  It’s a big country –


Big Country

I am a snag aficionado, so am always on the lookout for a good one.  This is a decent specimen.



In keeping with the new tradition of posing GZ about to stomp buildings or dwarfing well-known landmarks, here is a lame attempt to make it look like he is humping a concrete stegosaurus in Choteau, MT.  I could have done a better job if I’d had my SLR.  You can’t really control depth of field with a point and shoot.



We landed at the KOA in Townsend, MT.  Cheaper than the St. Mary KOA, but not as nice either.  Another great day of riding.



Sept 8

Up at dawn, and a pleasant surprise – no frost.  We headed toward Gardiner and Yellowstone National Park.  My original plan was to avoid Yellowstone because the place is annoying with the crowds, traffic, anal speed enforcement, confused tourists, not to mention they charge 20 bucks to ride a bike in there now.  The original plan was to head toward Red Lodge, take the Beartooth and Chief Joseph Highways to Cody and head south to get around the park.  But I heard about the construction on the Beartooth and after putting up with it over Logan Pass, I decided to do it another day.  So Yellowstone it was.
 
In keeping with the National Park Service's goal of keeping the park as close to its natural state as possible, it used this interesting naturally occurring stone arch for an entrance.



Wyoming is finally going to be in the bag –



One of the Indian names for Yellowstone is “E-chee-dick-karsh-ah-shay” which loosely translates to “land of a thousand fart smells.”  Very apt, as we see here.  Just like a kid farting in the bathtub –

on the boil

I took pretty much no pictures in the park.  Been there and done that too much, I guess.  Here's a cool car we saw during a gas stop at Flagg Ranch south of Yellowstone.  A nice older couple had driven this all the way from New York State.  They have to be tougher than me.  My uncle has a T-bucket set up with a similar suspension (ha ha), and 20 minutes on a rough road in that will have your spleen begging for mercy.



Onward to Grand Teton National Park.  I guess I see why GZ was griping about the windshield.



GZ told me “Grand Tetons” means “Big Titties” in French.  Those trappers were out in the boonies too long, I'd say.  It was not a good day to photograph the Tetons.  It was smoky and the sun was in the wrong place.



Next up was Jackson Hole, WY.  Hole is right.  It used to be a nice place.  But now it typifies the “New West” with its rich snobs, development, congestion, inadequate roads, out of control cost of living, idiot tourists, ridiculous politics, etc.  If there are any Jackson Holians reading this, sorry.  We were stuck in a traffic jam going through town, so no pix even if I felt so inclined.  However, I did take a pic of this extremely ironic sign at the top of Teton Pass.


The top of Teton Pass, 8431 feet.


Idaho in the bag! –



It is a nice little descent on the Idaho side.  We ended up tenting it in an RV park in Tetonia, ID.   The dog’s name is Callie.  She is very smart.  She had me trained to throw sticks for her to fetch in no time.




Sept 9

Another cool night, getting down to 31.  Back on the road, heading for the barn.  Idaho has its wide open spaces too.


ID33

Here is Teton Dam, or I should say ex-dam, one of the Bureau of Reclamation’s more memorable boo-boo’s.  When it let go while they were filling the reservoir for the first time in 1976, it did a good job of flushing out Rexburg and other towns, killing 11 people and a #$%*load of cows.



A fixer-upper in Howe, ID.



GZ makes friends wherever he goes –



Lava at the Craters of the Moon National Monument.  I have a Craters of the Moon rant to go along with my Yellowstone rant, but I’ll spare you all.



GZ back at the barn, awaiting the Oregon leg.



It was an excellent 5 day ride.  The weather was great all the way, even when getting rained on in Jackson.  After all the heat, the rain felt good.  Plus it took some of the bugs off the windshield.

Sept 13 –

It took a few days, but we now had a solid plan for an Oregon handoff.  Mickey6 was going to travel over from Roseburg, OR and we were to meet in John Day, OR.  Steve was along again on his Pacific Coast.  We left early afternoon on another warm day.  Our route was US26.  This is yet another great road that traverses river bottom farmland, mountains, and high plains featuring abandoned farms, farms that look abandoned but aren't, forests, deer jumping across the road, expansive vistas, mountain passes, scenic valleys,  etc, etc, etc.  It is not a technical road with a lot of curves (there’s a few curvy sections, tho), but there is plenty to look at.  There is a lot that fans of the ‘Abandoned’ thread on this forum would be interested in. 
Here is the post office in Jamieson, OR.  It looks sort of abandoned but it is still in operation.
 

 
 

Here’s one of those farms that looks abandoned but isn’t –



Coming out of the hills looking toward Prairie City –



Here’s a video along US26 as we skirted the edge of a thunderstorm.  The farm shown in this one was probably abandoned, but you never know.  From what I’ve seen, some people out here don’t seem to sweat not having glass panes in the windows that much.

US26

We beat Mickey to John Day by about 30 minutes.  We began to set up camp at the fairgrounds.  It wasn’t long and we heard the mellow, civilized exhaust note of what could only be another SOHC4.  Turns out it was indeed Mickey on his trusty CB500.  He had made pretty damn good time.  I surmised that he may have bent a few of Oregon’s rather conservative speed limits on the way over.



Some Oregon art found near the campsite.  It appears someone wrapped a cigar band around a turd, an example of artistic self-expression more commonly seen around Portland but apparently making its way eastward.



Sept 14

After breaking camp, we repaired to the local McDonalds for a dollar meal breakfast and the handoff.  There was a little confusion as Mickey fired up his 500, after which Steve and I couldn’t tell if our bikes were running.  But I decided to trust the tach, and sure enough the bike responded when I eased out the clutch.  Hey Mickey, good thing you have that washer in there or that thing would really be loud.

The handoff-


 


GZ on his new perch –




A gas stop was in order before heading out of town.  Progressive state that it is, Oregon understands that not just anyone should be pumping gas, so prohibits the untrained from doing so.  Fortunately, there is a cadre of schooled professional pump jockeys across the state there to get the job done.  This is undoubtedly a much safer system than in other less enlightened states that recklessly allow just anybody to pump gas.  The downside to this is that because of the rigorous training and strict requirements, with the resulting high washout rate, there is an apparent shortage of pump jockeys.  So sometimes you have stand around for a while waiting for one of the pros to make it over to you.  Kind of a pain, but if even one child’s life is saved, it is worth it.  So whatever you do, don’t be handling your own nozzle in Oregon.



We turned north on US395 just west of John Day.  This is yet another great road with plenty to look at.  Lots of deer though, so you have to pay attention. 
Here is the old post office in Fox.  This one has been decommissioned.



I first saw this gas pump back in 1994. I am surprised it is still there, as these things are sought after by restorers and collectors.




More old stuff along the way -






 


GZ has to eat, too.  I’m pretty sure Mickey intended to swab GZ down with Lysol or something later.  But is case he didn’t, you guys with GZ now better not touch your face or anything else after handling GZ until you wash your hands really good.



Back on the road.  A Mickey6 flyby –

Mickey6 flyby.avi

Roundup time.  Mickey can tell this part of the story if he wants –

round up

We split up at the junction near Ukiah, with Mickey heading north to Pendleton and Steve and I east toward La Grande.  Thanks again to Mickey for his epic ride to make this part of the relay happen.  Like Kris from Calgary and everybody else I’ve met on this relay, he is a true biker and I am proud to make his acquaintance.
 


This next image was supposed to be a video of Mickey blasting off toward Pendleton, but since I can’t work my own friggin camera right, here is a snapshot of nothing instead.



Here are a few more pics of old stuff on the way back.  If you like to look at and photograph old buildings that are still somehow more or less defying gravity (I do), then you’ll like OR244.



 
 
 



That’s it for me.  Between the Nevada-Utah leg and this Montana/Wyoming/Idaho/Oregon trip, these rides have been as satisfying as, or more so than any I have ever been on.  (And there have been quite a few.)  That is because I was on the old 750 that has been with me for over 34 years now.  It used to be my touring bike, but for the last 20 years other bikes have filled that role, while the 750 has been mostly relegated to commuting and making runs to the hardware store.  I’ve bragged many times that even with all the miles on it, I wouldn’t hesitate to ride it anywhere.  When this relay came about, it was time for me to put up or shut up.  And the bike came through.  Especially in Nevada, the bike carried me solo through some places where it would have been very inconvenient to break down.  But it never missed a beat. 
Thanks again to all you guys who followed through and did what you said you would do to get the relay done.  I had to ride a considerable distance to get to the handoff on each of the legs I did.  Everybody I met had to do the same thing and everybody was where they said they’d be when they were supposed to be.  I don’t take that for granted.  Pretty awesome and much appreciated.

Greg
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Dec 3rd dawns as a perfect day, and at 9am we are set to ride down to Dannevirke to hand over to Mark for his Manawatu leg of the relay. I'm accompanied by two other Corrections Officers, Mike on his Harley 1200 and Vyron on his VT750, because my CB650 only has a single seat Jaffa is going two up with Mike, he can't get the grin off his face the grub. ;D
Maintained around 55mph all the way down and by 10.20 we are sitting at MacDonalds burger restaurant waiting to handover, Mark has to go a longer way as the Manawatu Gorge is closed due to a massive slip so he's expecting an 11.30 rendezvous and right on time he rolls up on a lovely red CB750 with his wife on back. We lunched and chatted before taking the odd photo or 13 and then we escorted Mark through town before waving him off.
Godzilla now resides in the Manawatu until probably next week when he is expecting to handover to Shortshins who will take GZ to Wellington then it's across the Cook Strait to Scunny for his marathon leg of the South Island.
Gotta say I loved the ride today, "blondie" performed well, now I can take her off the road for some TLC int he form of a cam chain and tensioner.....one thing, my next bike WILL NOT have a screen, gale force winds on the way home nearly saw me off the road a couple of times. :(..........Rock on Godzilla....SOHC4 represent! ;D
I think the thing I most like about motorcycling is the speed at which my brain must process information at to avoid the numb skulls who are eating pies, playing the ukulele, applying make-up etc in the comfort of their airconditioned armchairs as they make random attempts to kill me!!!!!!!

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So Sunday 11th Dec - was the day for me to take GZ on the CB750 southward - not too far,...about 45mins to the small village of Shannon to meet with SHORTSHINS at a quaint and pleasant little cafe. Lovely weather - sun wise...warm about 22-24 celcius. Too warm for the typically safely kitted out motorcyclist - armoured pants and jacket, gloves and fullface helmet. The only thing missing was air to beathe.
An annoying easterly was puffing some distracting squirts - but it was quite rideable.
Shortshins arrived on his 750 - F1/F2 with some mods...but a nicely sounding donk - very smooth sound...and accompanying him was a mate on a '75 Triumph Trident - fairly stock - but for the 3-to-1 exhaust. Lovely..and appropriate, considering that Hondy CB750 had misbehaved badly and been left at home in the shed. I came on my Triumph Sprint. Sorry you true-to-form-or-bust boys...but GZ was determined to make the appointed meeting and the Honda shat it's 2&3 cyclinder ignition coil in a noxious smelling black gooey pooey mess. SO he came onboard a TRIUMPH! New coil under action.
We had coffees and cakes - as bikers typically do...and headed south towards Wellington. I accompanied SHORTSHINS just as far as the next town turnoff at LEVIN and headed back North to home.
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