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BACKROADS • APRIL 2022

O N T H E M AR K MARK BYERS

WINTER WONDER-RIDE It was cold when I got up - a cold that made me consider bagging the scheduled ride in favor of going back to sleep, but I had miles to go and a service appointment to keep. If you detect a hint of Robert Frost in that sentence, you’re right and it’s apropos given a morning temperature that started with a two. A warmer day was in the forecast, however, so I geared up to go. I got an unexpected bonus of a few degrees increase when the battery, numbed by the cold, refused to start the bike and I had to take the time to learn how to jump-start an R1200RT, which turned out to be fairly easy. I gave the battery a chance to charge in the early part of the journey, electing not to fire up my electric jacket until I was going at highway speed for a while. That’s when I got my second chilly surprise: because of a miswired accessory plug, my electric jacket didn’t work. Fortunately, the heated grips and seat, along with the rising temperatures, were enough to make the ride palatable. Cold air can be debilitating, sneaking through gaps in clothing or helmet visors like an icy blowtorch, but I was fine and so was the ride. It was nice to be riding again after a tough January. Most of the salt was gone and what remained was in isolated piles where a salt truck driver had paused without turning off his “shaker.” I was definitely the only motorcycle on the road that Saturday morning and the covered vehicle drivers all showed me some deference. The sky was that clear, cloudless electric blue that comes with low temperatures and correspondingly low humidity. The bike performed well, having good, dense, cold air to feed its internal combustion appetite. I know the roads to Morton’s BMW by heart, but I chose a less sporty route in case there were some lingering patches of ice in the low, shady spots along the Potomac. It still felt liberating, however, to be out again on a motorcycle, something I hadn’t done since early November. It was good to get back into the flow of shifting and leaning and weighting the pegs and braking and all those things Mr. Pridmore has been teaching me for years. The morning ride was like a refresher course, albeit a chilly one. There’s nothing quite like bumming around a shop while you wait for service, checking out the magazines (like this one), talking to the parts guys, shopping the bargain racks and bins, ogling the new and used inventory, and generally just being a motorcycle junkie. There’s a spirit and a smell to a shop that gets into your blood. Plus, the people at Morton’s are like family. I grabbed lunch and it was pretty near closing time when my steed was ready. I was a good ninety minutes from home and the waning light would bring dropping temperatures, so I headed out smartly. I chose the curvier route along the Potomac for the trip home and the bike was a willing and capable dance partner, responding to my weight shifts and bar caresses in a way I’ve come to expect. The low winter light played between the trees, making barcode shadows across the pavement as I scanned my way home. I called up the temperature display on the dash and noted the numbers dropping from fives to fours on the first digit as the sun slid toward the horizon. Soon, the tops of the trees were painted with the orange glow that comes with a low winter sun. Since I was heading east, the bright orange ball shone annoyingly but beautifully in my mirrors. Later, I’d look in the mirrors and see the orange ball sitting astride a stark horizon like a little kid’s rendering, with a straight line separating a light blue sky from a dark

Page 5 blue ground. Later still, the ball was gone, replaced by a rapidly-fading, red-orange glow that you can’t view without thinking of the old sailor’s adage, “Red sky at night, sailor’s delight.” The dash showed the temperature falling through the fours. I pulled into the driveway in the waning winter light, not really cold and not really warm, just ready for a hot shower and a hot meal, preferably by the fireplace. It was mid-February, but it was about as good as a day on a bike can get. Winter can be a wonderful time to ride. ,


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WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE

3min
pages 50-52

BONUS MYSTERIOUS AMERICA

2min
pages 48-49

NOLAN N80-8 AND N60-6 HELMETS

2min
page 46

DUCATI MULTISTRADA V4

3min
pages 44-45

INEARZ SPORT UH-3 EAR PLUGS

3min
page 47

2022 INDIAN PURSUIT

1min
page 43

INDIAN SUMMER

13min
pages 26-31

PYRENEES PRANCE

10min
pages 39-42

AIMEXPO 2022

3min
pages 37-38

YOUR SPRING FLING

12min
pages 32-36

MICHELIN ROAD 6 / ROAD 6 GT TIRES

2min
page 24

PROGRESSIVE IMS OUTDOORS

2min
page 23

MOTOMARATHON 2022

2min
page 22

GRYPHON MOSPORT RACE GLOVES

2min
page 25

INSIDE SCOOP

4min
pages 20-21

WE’RE OUTTA HERE

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pages 18-19

BIG CITY GETAWAY

4min
pages 16-17

GREAT ALL AMERICAN DINER RUN

4min
pages 14-15

INDUSTRY INFOBITES

8min
pages 9-11

BACKLASH

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page 8

ON THE MARK

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page 7

WHATCHATHINKIN’

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page 6

FREE WHEELIN’

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MYSTERIOUS AMERICA

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