Category Archives: Motorcycles

Ride to Dewatto.

It seems like forever since I had the Ducati out for a real ride. Sure, a few bike nights here an there since the last big ride to SportBike Northwest, but nothing that any truthful person could call a ‘ride’. Despite the forecast of rain, I just had to go out and ride today.

At 6:00PM, under moody skies and hardly anything resembling Spring weather, the Ducati fired up and was pointed West. It was not long until I had clear roads before me and I could ride at exactly the pace I desired. Only one pass was required all day long. After that quick dispatch I saw hardly a soul the entire evening.

Over the years riding in Kitsap, I’ve passed a wrecked building out by the little hamlet of Dewatto. Until today I’d only briefly passed it by, thinking some day I’ll scope it out as a possible spot for some on-location photography. Today seemed like a great day to do this.

The building is located on a salt water inlet named ‘The Hood Canal‘.  Technically the body of water is a fjord. In fact it was originally named “Hood’s Channel” but Vancouver (whom named it) marked it as “Hood’s Canal” on his charts in the late 1700’s.  In 1932 the US Geological Board offically name it “Hood Canal“. 799px-hood_canal_07771

The area itself is approximately 2/3 of the way south along the Eastern short of the canal, located near the headwater of the Dewatto River.

Photo from Washington D.N.R.
Photo from Washington D.N.R.

Years ago the building itself was in far better condition.  Looking around it was clear that it’s used as a party spot for people.  There is evidence of make-shift fire pits, beer bottles and other trash litter the interior of the building.

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The view from inside building is quite striking on a clear day.  Sadly today was not clear.   Behind the coulds seen in this photo, is the snow covered mountain range of the Olympic National Park.  With this year’s long winter the snow pack is quite deep and low along the sides of these rugged mountains.

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It was good to get out on the road, blow the cobwebs out of my riding skills and enjoy some of the best local riding I’ve ever lived near.

2 hours and 70 miles later I rolled into home with a smile on my face and the feeling of a little rejuvination after what seems like the longest winter I’ve every experience in the short 44 years I’d inhabited this world.

Going Vintage

Going Vintage — Arrival of the KZ400

My friends from Renton arrived this afternoon and we unloaded (well, dragged the thing out of the back of his pickup) the bike and rolled it into the garage.  The sun was shining and the weather warm (ish).  Perfect day for a motorcycle push.   Well, you see, it’s not quite running yet.  Something about the carb manifolds having disintegrated from time and neglect.

Kawasaki KZ400 as delivered
Kawasaki KZ400 as delivered

It is an interesting beast.   400cc of air-cooled parallel twin power (most of you know my affinity for a pair of jugs) just waiting to be brought back to life.   Here are a few photos of it, as it arrived.

A classic UJM
A classic UJM

Over the next few days it’s final disposition will be decided.    Will I restore it to it’s vintage bike glory, or will I take it down the ill-advised road to vintage cafe racer rat-bike status.   Only a thorough inventory of work required, can help me decide.

A pair of raging 200cc jugs.
A pair of raging 200cc jugs.

One of the more amusing aspects of this situation, is the comparison of old and new.  Standing next to a modern 1100cc superbike, the KZ400 is every bit as large and, based on how much effort it took to drag it out of the pickup, not that much lighter.    But the leaps in performance in the last 30 years is, well, impressive!

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I hope to have it ready, for when summer hits, some time in 2010.

Fear and Sausage

I’m not always a ranting old Conservative, sometimes I kick-back and indulge in the more bizzare and sometimes twisted art that comes out of Hollywood.  Tonight…   it was…   Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.   What in incredibly insane film that is.   Gilliam shot that film just the way you’d have to do it, with odd angles, distortion lenses and in settings to bizzare you could only find them in Tijuana or Las Vegas.

It is not only a strange story of an insane multi-day drug binge by the two characters ‘Raul Duke’ and ‘Dr. Gonzo’, but it’s also choc full of cameo appearances!   Cameron Diaz, Christina Ricci, Mark Harmon, Lyle Lovett, Flea, and  (I did not notice this until I watched the additonal features)   Hunter S. Thompson himself!   The encounter was so obvious I completely discounted it.

The outrageous amount of destruction, and rampant weirdness (I still have no clue how he ended up wearing the lizard tail), is bracketed by moments of near sobriety where Duke attempts to decode the activities of the nights before.

No, not a complete fan Hunter S. Thompson’s politics, I do respect his need to live, and die, on his own terms.  But he was not only a more intelligent version of Timothy Leary, he also wrote some pretty amazing stories (including the book that inspired this movie).

One of my favorite examples of his work, is the story ‘Song of the Sausage Creature‘.  It’s a fantastic story, about an afternoon where Thompson is asked to write a review of the new Ducati 900ss motorcycle.  The description of what it’s like to light one of those things off and take to the wind is…   a little twisted but so aptly descriptive:

But when we ride very fast motorcycles, we ride with immaculate sanity. We might abuse a substance here and there, but only when it’s right. The final measure of any rider’s skill is the inverse ratio of his preferred Traveling Speed to the number of bad scars on his body. It is that simple: If you ride fast and crash, you are a bad rider. And if you are a bad rider, you should not ride motorcycles.

The emergence of the superbike has heightened this equation drastically. Motorcycle technology has made such a great leap forward. Take the Ducati. You want optimum cruising speed on this bugger? Try 90mph in fifth at 5500 rpm – and just then, you see a bull moose in the middle of the road. WHACKO. Meet the Sausage Creature.

Hunter S. Thompson –   Song of the Sausage Creature

So, if you find yourself bored of the straight-down-the-middle milk-toast crap typically excreated by Hollywod, check out the movie.  Or, if you want a little light reading, the story is rather amusing. 🙂

Enjoy!