Predictably a Blog
Predictably a Blog
on Mar 07 2025
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“To discover what normal means, you have to surf a tide of weirdness.”
– Charlotte Rampling, interview ‘The New Yorker’, 16 May 2021
Here in America riding a motorcycle can sometimes place you far enough outside the mainstream to make you feel a bit odd or uncomfortable. Not physically (though sometimes that, too), but emotionally. Usually this involves arriving at some destination as the only motorcyclist, while everyone else got there either in a car, or after using public transit, or by pedaling a bicycle. The specific situations are typically more amusing than awkward – and this is a feature of transportation-riding more than a bug. After a few years one becomes almost a connoisseur of those moments.
For example, once, when riding through a sparsely populated, semi-impoverished and desolate-looking part of northern Wisconsin, I walked into a broken-down roadside bar/single-pump almost-a-gas-station (gasoline + whiskey store = a Wisconsin tradition) and my Hi Viz Darien jacket generated an unexpected greeting. After telling the bartender how much gas I’d just pumped and handing him my credit card, I headed in the direction of the restroom on the far side of this gloomy joint. Before I’d made it even halfway, a completely sh-t-faced bar-stool-supported patron wearing a worn-out flannel shirt and a ten-day whisker stubble wobbly turned toward me and loudly bellowed: “Who called the EMT? The EMTs are here! The EMTs are here! Who called an EMT ??!! Who called an EMT ??!!” Every eye in the joint went right to me and the whole place became as quiet as a public library or church (your choice). A few moments later I was peeing and grinning. I’d made this sad old fellow’s day without even trying.
Historians, psychologists, sociologists and poets have written libraries full of books about our strong and unwavering need to follow crowds, and to belong. We crave acceptance, recognition, and affirmation. This is behavioral and emotional firmware built from our core DNA. For example, without ever being taught, almost everyone naturally gives very small children all the acceptance and affirmation they possibly can. It is so much a fundamental part of being human, lessons are unnecessary. And at the other extreme, every popular sport comes with legions of fans. We need to belong.
In some advanced parts of the world (like the good ol' USA) a minor conflict arises in the minds of those enjoying frequent doses of motorcycling’s inherent soul and mood nourishing effects, with the mildly uncomfortable awareness of being slightly estranged from the mainstream. A thoughtful rider wonders: Should I ride only in societally-defined ‘normal’ motorcycling situations (fair weather recreational, sport, touring, and hobby riding, etc)...or, what, exactly? What kinds of ordinary riding activities get in the way of being fully accepted? And should we even care about this?
Try riding for day-to-day transportation in rain, or in cold, or on any day with less than Kodachrome-perfect weather. Doing this marks you as a bit weird. Simply walk through a grocery store perfectly comfortable and happy inside dripping wet gear on a cold and rainy day and you cannot help but notice a few other shoppers discreetly looking questioningly at you, their eyes silently asking why the heck you are doing something normally so enjoyable in just about the most difficult, dangerous, stupid and seemingly uncomfortable way possible. What’s wrong with you? Alternatively, ride anywhere for a vacation road trip, or to some rally, or on a guided motorcycle tour, or around a racetrack, or for an adventure, or even at some locally popular trail-riding area on a weekend, and you will be well understood by the non-riding public as being perfectly normal.
Beyond all that are some special circumstances when you would particularly enjoy being accepted by people who don’t ride. These include family holiday gatherings, formal dinners, weddings, birthday parties, picnics and funerals. If you happen to be the only person who rode to one of those events, it’s almost guaranteed your dear old aunt Sandra, or your mother-in-law Karen, or your nosy uncle Freddy, or SOMEONE will ask in a curious yet mildly judgmental voice: “Did you ride your motorcycle?” Especially if the weather you’d just ridden through to get there was anything less than perfect. Whenever this happens, and it will, those nearby will lean in a bit to hear your answer. And you’ll have similar experiences when riding to business meetings, courtroom hearings, public gathering events, and much more.
It's somewhat different when you ride to any type of business as a customer, or to a polling station to vote. There you are not seeking empathetic acceptance, and this is usually the same with co-workers, though the first time you ride into work there might be some gossip or a curious comment. But after a few days of riding to work your single-track moto-transportation quirkiness normalizes and everything returns to business as usual -- except on days when the weather is a bit adverse for riding.
I don’t need to tell you that regular moto-commuting and utility transportation riding is not only good for your mental and physical health, and also probably lightens the overall load you place on our cute little planet, or how sometimes it even saves you time and money. If you are reading this you already know all of that. Rain-or-shine, riding a motorcycle is nearly always worth it despite the occasional socially uncomfortable or awkward moment. So, if you happen to have a job which doesn’t require carrying a bunch of equipment or large or heavy items, and if your motorcycle more-or-less matches your local roads and routines, and if you have a good selection of decent gear arranged to fall conveniently to hand, you might as well ride there. I’ve previously written about the useful gear stuff several times, most recently here.
Obligatory Useful Gear Sidebar
Trying to ride year-around here in northern Minnesota puts me near the far-end of a moto-wierdo bell curve because we have a lot of crappy weather. July through October is fine but the other seven months can be, well…uh, not-so-much. Long winter-month recreational street and highway rides are essentially out of the question due to our below freezing average temperatures, but they’re not impossible if one has a generously faired luxury touring bike with leg guards, hand guards, a heated seat, heated grips, and lots of warm gear. Even with all that, such rides are rarely worth the discomfort and effort. (Off road and dual-sport rides in winter conditions are doable.)
Local short-hop winter riding for errands and commuting is a different story, especially if you don’t mind getting a little dirty and are ok with your bike being exposed to all kinds of road salt and sand filth. You need only possess a halfway decent gear wardrobe and then most winter riding situations become semi-enjoyable. Not enjoyable like summer riding, but it’s still better than bumping down frost heaved roads inside a heated car.
Assuming you have a bike that will reliably start in lower temperatures, all you need is a little extra time to dress for the temperature when departing, and then the extra time to undress for indoor comfort at the destination. For a typical 10-15ºf (-12 to -9ºc) morning, starting at the bottom you’ll want a pair of medium weight wool sox and a pair of fleece or flannel lined pants. (Long underwear isn’t needed with this type of pants.) Next, my sock-serviced feet go into a pair of fifty-year-old felt-lined Canadian-made Sorel packs (winter boots). Over your shirt you’ll want either a lightweight fleece, or thinnish 300gsm wool sweater. On top of that goes a lightweight down ‘puffy’ like this. If your destination is more than fifteen miles distant, and your bike is unfaired, you’ll probably want to add an electric vest or bib. And if your bike is older and its engine is smaller, and you’ve already added electric grips to it, the bib will work better because of the machine’s weaker electrical system.
Over all these layers goes an R-3 or R-3 light. Mine is one of two ‘lights’: one in my regular size for nine months of use, the other a size larger with shortened sleeves and legs to accommodate added mid-layers during the winter months. Both are now around ten years old and have been holding up well.
Finally, just before pulling on my modular helmet I decide between warm gloves or mittens, depending on the temperature. The bikes electric grips take care of the rest. On the colder days (Below about 20ºf, or -7ºc) there’s a merino wool balaclava under the helmet, and the helmet’s face shield is set up with an added anti-fog pinlock inner shield, which makes an amazing difference.
Regardless of how well-equipped you are, the worst problem of winter riding will always be the occasional stink-eye from a few self-righteously comfortable drivers within their well-sealed climate-controlled semi-armored chariots. The hardest thing about riding more is you sometimes just won’t quite fit in. At the end of the day when you ride for utility transportation, you’re alone. Just be careful out there.
- Mr. Subjective, Nov 2024
Sidebar 2, Darker Stuff about Not Fitting In
Ask an adventurous rider who’s traveled through impoverished parts of the world, and they’ll tell you the overwhelming majority of those living in these places exhibit tremendous amounts of kindness and acceptance. Many studies confirm how, relative to income and resources, those less materially advantaged are, in general, more emotionally supportive and charitable than average.
Taking this a step further, why would anyone choose the profession of psychology or psychiatry knowing they’d be spending most of their working days inside stuffy little rooms empathetically listening to an endless procession of damaged people talking about broken mental and emotional lives? The simplest explanation is that when they were younger and were facing difficult situations, nobody helped them figure out what to do, and years later, if they were fortunate enough to find themselves at a college or university and still looking for answers, registering for a psych 101 seemed appealing. The rest became their occupational life-history.
You probably know the old song ‘To Dream the Impossible Dream’? It is a wonderfully corny classic and soundtrack to probably the greatest Honda commercial of all time. It teaches an important truth: No matter what, giving, caring, and accepting is better for you than taking, not caring, and not being kind. Most adults and many adolescents and children naturally know this, but not everyone. Now go back to the top of this blog post and re-read the subtitle. Then ride onward as you see fit. Sometimes, not fitting in and “surfing a tide of weirdness” helps you become a better person. Another reason why, when compared to driving around alone inside a car every day, riding a motorcycle is nearly always a better way to get yourself from A to B.
on Feb 10 2025
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Another First World Problem
Warning to readers: Using a motorcycle for daily transportation in a northern winter climate is a metastasizing and symptomatic form of insanity. I know, because it happened to me. Two years ago, I put a not-yet-too-rusty car into storage during the winter months, and ever since then have been relying on a motorcycle for nearly all local winter transportation. The exception is a bicycle on studded tires. I live in northern Minnesota. This is insanity.
A few weeks ago, during a two-couple dinner with my brother-in-law Nick and our lovely wives, he asked if I’d been riding lately. Nick isn’t a motorcyclist and I think he might have thought he would be teasing me since it was mid-January and zero degrees outside. I smiled and told him I’d been riding for all daily transportation all winter for the past two years and not using a car. His face went wide-eyed in surprise for a second, then after a few moments of silent thought he replied with some emphasis: "You'll break your hip!"
What immediately came to mind was the nostalgic holiday movie ‘A Christmas Story’ in which a cute kid named Ralphie desperately wants Santa to bring him a BB gun, but all the grownups keep saying: “You’ll shoot your eye out, Kid!”
The insanity of winter transportation motorcycling obviously varies from location to location and winter to winter. Larger cities requiring longer-distance freeway-speed riding are more complicated for this kind of riding than small towns and villages featuring shorter distances and lower speeds. Here in Duluth, Minnesota, winter transportation riding means: A) slippery roads amidst sometimes impatient and unsympathetic traffic, and: B) breathing and tasting lots and lots of filthy brown road-salt-created mist if you ride too close behind any car or truck for more than a few seconds, and C) navigating occasional deepish snow piled up in big snowbanks, and D) sometimes riding across rock hard ice and tire-rutted roads covered with packed-down snow, and E) fairly regularly doing all this in very low temps and F) in the dark. This is insanity pure and simple.
How does one contract this version of crazy? Same as with most other maladies: Slowly at first, then all at once. Since childhood, I’ve enjoyed pedaling a bicycle. About twenty years ago, I started winter pedaling using a second set of studded tire ‘winter wheels’ I’d made for my bicycle. The descent into madness had begun.
About six years ago, I upgraded to an eBike which soon was equipped with its own set of studded tire ‘winter wheels’. This eBike is black. It now has about 7,000 miles behind it, alternating with my motorcycle and regular bicycle as daily transportation options. It is an ‘early’ mid-low-end model: Made-in-China, 37-volt battery, 500-watt mid-mount motor, and, like IKEA furniture, it came flat-packed inside a big cardboard box. Assembly was easy, durability has only been fair. Winters can be hard on equipment. Are you sensing a pattern?
The eBike is now on its 2nd battery, 2nd motor, and 2nd controller. I’ve also worn out a set of brake pads, two drive chains, one derailleur, one or two front chain rings, one or two rear ‘clusters’, and a few other smaller items -- but thankfully I have been able to handle all the necessary maintenance and service myself, with one exception: This bike’s aluminum frame broke right where the seat post connects to the top tube. The first aluminum welder’s repair job was crappy and after only a week or two needed to be re-welded by a better welder. The second weld was a lot nicer, but after a year that one developed a hairline crack so the second welder re-welded his work and added a small aluminum gusset which (with a different and longer seat post) was the permanent solution. The insanity was deepening.
eBike Sidebar 1: If you are considering buying a similar eBike (?) I’ve made three important upgrades to mine: 1.) A much larger chainring on the crank - eight or ten more teeth. That is a lot, and though I’m not a particularly strong pedaler, the big chainring helps me comfortably stay in a 20-23mph speed range on level ground (with no wind). The stock chainring limited my comfortable maximum speed to the 17-19mph range. Note: Today’s high-end eBikes all seem to come with 48v or higher electrical systems turning 750-1500W motors and these machines will easily cruise across a level road at 30+ mph without modification. For comparison, any regular pedal-only bike crossing level ground being powered by an average rider is good for somewhere in the 10-14mph range without unusual effort. 2.) A small home-fabricated chain guide using pieces of an aftermarket chain guide intended for mountain bikes. This prevents the chain from accidentally derailing after hitting a curb or similar bump at speed. 3.) For non-winter use the original semi-knobby mountain bike-style tires were replaced with smooth, quiet, and noticeably faster pavement tires which also provided a lot more cornering grip.
eBike Sidebar 2: I’m hoping eBikes will eventually become gateway drugs influencing a few owners of them to eventually purchase small transportation-suitable street motorcycles. It is super cool that the latest version of the Honda Cub, and many other small ICE bikes, are now coming with fuel Injection, anti-lock brakes, and exhaust catalysts in their mufflers. This is a strong signal many smart business people are betting with real money that bikes like the Cub will be an integral part of worldwide personal transportation well into the foreseeable future.
My own winter motorcycle transportation nonsense first began seven years ago during the winter of 2017-18 when the Zero electric motorcycle company lent Aerostich one of their then-new electric motorcycles to research how they’d perform under wintery conditions. Those experiences are chronicled here. Soon after that experiment ended the non-riding parts of my life became filled with commitments and activities (marriage, buying a home, and moving, etc) so developing a winter motorcycle transportation solution was not an option. But eventually, new daily routines became established enough to allow old thoughts about possible all-winter motorcycle use to grow. Slowly at first, then all at once, as the old saying goes.
A typical commute from home to Aerostich is 5.5 miles each way, all on surface streets, and if some errands (groceries, pharmacy, hardware store, etc) are involved one-way distances only roughly double, so this has never been about staying warm. The short distances mean being outside only fifteen or twenty minutes at a time. The challenge is having an ICE moto which will start semi-dependably at -5ºF (-20ºC) after a four-hour or longer cold-soak. Insanity.
My regular ‘riding-season’ bike won’t do that. Not even close. It is carbureted and uses an ‘enrichment circuit’ (versus a ‘choke’) for cold starting. Without re-jetting such systems are ineffective in seriously cold temps. And re-jetting seasonally is complicated because this bike is a ‘dual sport’ type and its carburetor is buried within a narrow compact frame. Changing jets would be a time-consuming job twice a year. No, thank you. Regardless, three winters ago I did try using that bike on winter-studded tires* which is how I learned that without re-jetting it would not start well enough.
Most roads around here are plowed and salted aggressively (and stupidly, this community being adjacent to fresh water Lake Superior, and for several other reasons) so most streets are easily and safely winter-rideable on all but on a few of the larger snowfall days. Fortunately, I’m able to work from home during those very few serious snowstorms.
Geezer sidebar: When I was a kid snow removal here was neither quick nor complete. Back in those days I walked eleven miles to school through four feet of snow at minus thirty, every day, uphill both ways. Did homework by candlelight. Etc.
The only bike I found which combined an ICE-engined bike’s lightness + fuel injection for better low temp starting + a very low saddle height, was a lightly used 2019 Suzuki VanVan 200. This is a fru-fru-retro-styled sixteen-horsepower air-cooled FI dual-sport ‘beach’ type bike with fat tires, looking somewhat like the better-known but-not-fuel-injected Yamaha TW 200. VanVan’s sold poorly here so were only offered to the American market for a couple of years though they are still available elsewhere. Top speed = 55-60mph, which is just enough to handle surface street city and suburban traffic. Unfortunately, last winter was record-warm and record-snowless here so the VanVan never got seriously tested, but it did work well enough as a fairly low-temperature starter to be encouraging.
Modifying this machine for winter use had only one goal: Make it as winter-compatible as possible with the minimum amount of work. Below are the changes that mattered most, not listed in order of importance:
Studding the tires
Siping the tread blocks of the tires
Adding an aftermarket center stand
Using painter's tape to cover the oil cooler
Adding homemade fabric fork gaiters to protect the fork tubes from fork-seal-destroying road salt mist
Adding heated grips
Click to view video
With the help of a patient friend named Paul, who is a super-talented machinist/fabricator/motorcycle restorer, we made a crude (only 50-watt) tire siping tool, which allowed me to sipe the VanVan’s tires to complement its short screwed-in carbide-tipped tire studs. Very tedious.** Deepening Insanity.
This has been a quixotic effort, but it’s also been fun. And so far both hips are still intact. The most interesting result has been the range and variety of looks and occasional comments from people inside frosty-windowed cars when they observe me motorcycling, or walking through a grocery store carrying a helmet while wearing an oversized (and winter-road-dirty) Aerostich R-3.
The ambient temperature influences people’s reactions in an amusing way. If the temperature is up in the teens (+15-20ºf, -9.5 to -6.6ºc) or a little higher, people provide roughly half a dozen affirming, positive waves and thumbs-ups spread across a typical five-to-ten-mile route. Yesterday some guy driving a commercial work van even rolled down his window after we’d both stopped next to each other at a traffic signal and enthusiastically yelled “Hardcore!”. I replied with a smile and a silent thumbs-up. I’d like to imagine some of this encouragement comes from fellow motorcyclists patiently waiting for spring who very deeply are missing riding.
But at much lower temperatures witness reactions change noticeably. Nobody smiles or waves. It’s like suddenly becoming a dangerous lunatic. We humans are an ultra-tribal species. Whenever someone steps a little too far outside a tribe’s wheelhouse, they are not treated well. Heated automobile users are a tribe. At ten degrees F (-12ºc) or lower, I do look certifiably nuts riding a motorcycle. My stupidity is obvious and disturbing to nearly everyone else on the road.
Insanity.
Be careful out there.
Mr. Subjective, January 2025
*Three winters ago on the DRZ 400S I tried studding and siping a pair of ‘gummy’ rubber compound non-DOT observed trials tires which offered what seemed like a good rubber durometer for cold weather, but the sidewalls on those tires were so thin I was always afraid of getting a flat, which would mean leaving the bike and getting a vehicle to haul it to a warm garage to repair the damage. In hindsight mounting those tires on the Suzuki was a stupid and risky experiment. Besides them being scary soft, they were made only for low-speed use on bikes weighing half as much as the DRZ. But with them, I learned even with carbide studs the DRZ was too tall for confident use on icy snowy streets, and it did not like to start on the colder days, which are an inseparable part of winter here.
**A 250-watt version is in the works.
on Jan 27 2025
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Subtitle: And Other First World Problems
“If there is a cheat code in life, my Aerostich suit lets me arrive in style without the anxiety of wearing (or not) gear. Every day I wear my Aerostich to work makes me happy. I love the fact that I can wear my street clothes under the suit and take it off in 10 seconds.”
Cong Wen, Dec 2024 Aerostich Rider of the Month (pictured above)
We couldn’t have said it better ourselves. Here’s a link to Cong’s RoTM (Rider of the Month) full profile.
There are many cheat codes in life, big and small, within motorcycling and without. Things like finding a good spouse is this, because despite the added complications they make one’s life better, richer, and in most ways a lot easier. Same for finding an occupation you can do fairly well and which you like doing, at least most of the time. Same for finding and adopting a useful spiritual and faith-based belief system and finding and keeping a good life-long friend, and on and on.
But this is a motorcycle blog, so let’s try and stay between those narrow topical guardrails and list some of the motorcycling cheat codes here.
Owning a useful and daily ridable bike is at the very top of my list of moto-cheat codes. It doesn’t need to be a humble, modest or slow bike, either. Almost any bike, as long as its tires hold air, the engine or motor runs reliably, and you can afford to insure it is a mobility cheat code. It’s also important you don’t need to feel it must always be kept pristine looking, and that it be something which will wear the patina of real-world day to day use reasonably well. It helps a lot if it has decent lighting and somewhat effective fenders so it is rideable at night and in the rain, too. Not super noisy is another plus.
Having a good place to park said bike where you live and work is another cheat code. These places need to be secure enough so the chances of bad guys stealing it are minimal. That’s about it. Your bike just needs to be ‘there’ (wherever you parked it) when you get back to it after being away for a period of time. Indoors, outdoors, covered, uncovered, locked or unlocked, it doesn’t matter. It just needs to be there waiting for you when you need it to be there. For many years my friend Mark L left an old and quite beat-up Honda XL parked unlocked in a small motorcycle parking area by an LA commuter train platform. It was weathered and far from pristine but ran and rode fine. He lived in distant Oceanside and commuted to LA on that train several days a week. For whatever reason, nobody ever tampered with or stole the bike so it was always ready when he needed it. As his train would near the LA station, he’d unroll his Roadcrafter, suit up, walk to the bike, fire it up and ride about a dozen miles across LA to his workplace, which came with a nice secure parking area for motorcycles. He did this for years and this was one of his moto-life’s greatest cheat codes. (Just behind his marrying a terrific woman.)
Being able to fix and maintain your bike yourself, or (alternatively) knowing a good place and/or skilled person you can hire to do this for you, is a great cheat code. It isn’t easy to learn how to change and balance a motorcycle tire yourself, but if you do learn how and have the needed tools and a good place to do this job, this is a heckofa great cheat code. Same if you find the right person or place to hire to take care of this aspect of riding.
Gear-wise, the big cheat codes are having a selection of protective comfortable all-weather gear that fits and actually works well for you in all weathers. This can be harder than you might think, and require a larger investment than you’d like, but once everything has been more-or-less assembled, you have a real cheat code. Especially if it is arranged for fast and easy access.
Fuel injection, GPS navigation, anti-lock brakes and anti-skid systems, and other digital technological enhancements all are cheat codes for motorcycling, but, and this is a BIG but, for everything they give they take something else away. For example, many of today’s big road bikes come with digital cruise control systems which are great for lowering wrist fatigue and helpful if you ride long days and high mileages on trips, but they also are electro-mechanically complex. This is not a big consideration because they are so reliable. But in contrast I spent all my prime riding years figuring out how to accomplish this via various micro-adjustable friction devices added to the twistgrip. All very simple, light weight, and reliable, but not turn-key. You needed to figure them out when you installed them. We still carry several types because I still prefer them functionally because unlike digital systems you still must adjust the throttle position yourself, upward and downward as needed, and I like the mental and physical engagement of needing to do this manually.
All good nav-systems are cheat codes, and in a slightly different way so are good printed maps. So is having a way to write something on your tank bag’s map window as you ride. Noting a license number or non-GPS turn-by-turn directions. I use a grease pencil like this like this. These are all cheat codes. Carrying a selection of useful tools is the same. A tube patch or tubeless tire plug kit is absolutely a cheat code when you find yourself in possession of a motorcycle with a flat tire. Same for a tire pump or canister of compressed CO2 or air.
Part of being a motorcyclist is finding, developing and being able to use an array of cheat codes which allow you to ride more often. They seldom come easily. You find them and figure them out as you play the game, and the more you play, the more you know where they are and how to use them.
What are some of your moto cheat codes?
- Mr. Subjective, Dec 2024
PS – When it comes to our overall individual mobility there are lots of other technologies which offer their own kinds of useful cheat codes. Examples range from protective footwear to supersonic aircraft, but when it comes to most people’s day-to-day transportation, the main examples involve bicycles, scooters, motorcycles and automobiles. Cheat codes are about saving time and helping us enjoy healthier, happier, longer or easier lives. Of those four vehicle types, the two in the middle best combine the benefit of time-saving speed with a type of physical experience which inherently improves our neural and our emotional health. Some of those benefits are scientifically and empirically measurable, too.
PPS - Beyond all that are two further plusses falling outside in-motion riding experience. Choosing riding sometimes forces us to slow down and spend the extra time needed to figure out solutions to the logistical problems using any bike presents. Simply figuring out what to wear, when and how to wear it, and how to carry whatever we may need to carry. For example, almost every week I ride to a grocery store to refill my pantry using either a small-ish backpack or larger messenger bag. Inside the top pocket of the backpack or messenger bag is one of our very compact Lightweight Portable Bags for overflow loads. At the store I’ll either push a small cart or carry a store-provided basket, and after paying, I’ll have between $65 and $125 worth of food to carry. The heavier items (Cheese, milk, produce, fruit, canned soup, etc) always go directly into the backpack or messenger bag and the overflow items, if any, are carried in the LP Bag. Those are lighter things (bread, cookies, dry foods, deli, etc) which were set aside as I loaded the backpack or messenger bag. When riding home that LP bag almost always hangs freely from my left wrist just in front of my knee. Sometimes, while I’m sorting and packing groceries, one or two other shoppers will be checked out while I’m carefully sorting and loading my purchases. For me the hardest skill of getting groceries by motorcycle is simply not being embarrassed by the necessarily slower packing process. But my logistical choice to carry groceries home on two wheels was more than a casual preference, and more than idle rationalizing, because I feel better after getting groceries home this way. I value my own limited time like anyone might, measuring the speed and efficiency of whatever I’m doing, and some activities are more important than others. But every chance I get to carve out a little time to slow down and solve the many small physical and logistical problems necessary to ride more is always time well spent. The other notable plus (plus number two) is how perfectly motorcycles and scooters split the difference between walking or riding a bicycle, and driving a car or truck, when ranked by motorcycling’s comparative per-mile environmental ‘footprint’. Today’s handy auto-optimized infrastructure clearly already exists, and most of the time how we choose to use it is entirely up to us.
on Jan 13 2025
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With our Harley dealer gone (after over seventy years!), Duluth and adjacent Superior now have only one operating motorcycle store, RJ Sport and Cycle. They sell Hondas, Yamahas, boats, outboard motors, ATV’s, side-by-sides, snowmobiles and much more. I went there a few weeks ago to purchase a small item and noted they had far more boats, outboard motors and side-by-side ATV’s on display than motorcycles. For better or worse, Harley stores don’t currently have that option. (The local Suzuki and Kawasaki dealerships left town years ago. The SMSA here is somewhere around 150,000.)
Smell Good. Look Good. Feel Good.
on Dec 03 2024
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I just ran across an online ad featuring a motorcycle being used as a prop to help romance and sell what appeared to be hipster laundry soap packets with many different scented options.
Curious, I went to the company’s website which is here.
I wanted to see if the motorcycle was also being used anywhere on the website, or was only in an ad that targeted me, a known motorcycle-interested person.
The bike was nowhere to be seen on the company website but I was more than a little astonished at how romantically the soap pods were being presented. Online marketing techniques and technologies today are often overwhelming, and yet to younger consumers everything about this apparently (?) seems normal.
There is a famous saying or quote somewhere which goes (approximately): “sometimes a ____ is just a ___.” I don’t remember who famously spoke it*, or what the two items in that sentence were, but just about any proper noun could be used. "Sometimes a flower is just a flower.”, or whatever.
Catching myself shaking my head slightly as I explored the elaborate Laundry Sauce website while also thinking “Sometimes a sachet of laundry soap is just a sachet of laundry soap.” was like looking closely into a mirror at the increasing array of wrinkles on my face while that distortion-free reflection is screaming back: “You are an old old man now, and going forward less and less about the world surrounding you is going to make much sense. Get over it!”
Though people have publicly identified their trades and guilds for centuries, formalized marketing always seemed synchronized with the beginnings of the industrial revolution (1800-ish) and with the start of serially produced and widely distributed goods.
When I arrived in the middle of the last century things were already moving quickly. Ivory soap was 99 and 44 hundredths of a percent ‘pure’. “It floats!” the soap marketers proclaimed. Laundry soaps soon split into powders and liquids, then further into ‘fresh scented’ and ‘unscented’, and today we have this emotionally complex Laundry Sauce website. Plus the infinity of similar sites for every other kind of product and service.
Oh. My. G-d. Does all this ever feel like the rich/developed/advanced world has gone off the deep end. But it hasn’t. It’s just me becoming old. When I first arrived, Ivory soap seemed nice but overly boring. During my young-adult years as a consumer, the unscented version of liquid Tide laundry soap (and other similar brands) seemed normal. I’ll probably purchase that product for the rest of my life.
There has been much solid research revealing how we humans imprint most strongly on those things we encounter and experience during adolescence. And how once imprinted we return to those tastes, ideas, preferences and values for the rest of our lives. A well-known example of this is how our individual taste in popular music is formed most strongly during this part of our lives, and for the rest of our years those are the songs and melodies we most enjoy hearing. For those just a few years older than I, it’s Elvis, Chuck Barry and Buddy Holly. For those exactly my age it’s the Beatles, Dylan and The Rolling Stones. For those a little younger it’s Elton John, Bruce Springsteen and Prince. Go way back to the late nineteen forties and you’ll find a few super-elders still breathing who prefer Frank Sinatra and Doris Day. Serious books have been written about how emotional brain-stuff like this works.
Circling back to motorcycles, here’s the ad selling today’s young adults laundry soap using a studio picture of a traditional looking motorcycle:
Yes indeed-y. Yeah. “Smell good. Look good. Feel good.” You go, kids. And that Enfield is a very good choice if you want to own and ride a good-looking classic to smell, look and feel good on. It is a modern retro-design which is made in India, so it’s available here at a very good price. Comes with a built-in versatility and all-around riding functionality every well-conceived standard motorcycle does. This example is big enough to load up and tour widely on, yet small enough to easily manage the traffic, parking and garaging necessary in typical day to day commuting. It would be easy to maintain and take care of, too, because of its intentional simplicity. Over time and miles, it will wear whatever patina it acquires very well. Scratches and dirt won’t matter. This is a good simple all-around-rideable bike. And if fitted with mildly open-treaded tires it should easily handle gravel and two track dirt roads ok too, if you are not going nuts with the throttle.
This is an Aerostich blog, so where does that leave our products? About the same place as that modern re-creation of a classic Enfield, I hope. Our goods are also simple, durable and all-around useful. They are modernized interpretations of traditional rider’s gear, which means they are not stylized moto-fashion masterpieces. If the work clothes company Carhartt made a high-tech textile riders jacket it would probably be as simple, durable and functional as our Darien. Same for pants: AD-1s or Utility. And our one-piece R-3 and Roadcrafter Classic armored coveralls are similarly basic, comfortable and functional as long-term working investments in gear. Just like Carhartt work clothing, Aerostich gear is ride clothing made to work for years, in all foreseeable riding situations. The rest is mostly details.
Finally, there’s nothing wrong with owning and riding the latest-greatest bike, or any machine pinpoint specialized for whatever riding situations and applications you are pursuing. Your purposeful choices and self-projections onto such models power all manufacturers to continually innovate. The same is so for makers of rider’s gear, fashion-oriented or otherwise. Like Carhartt and Enfield, we are focused on all-purpose comfort, versatility, durability and utility, so our designs change only very slightly from year to year. If at all. They are more like equipment than fashion. More like a conservative formal suit you can wear for a decade or longer and it doesn’t get out of fashion. And when (…or if) you ever decide to wash your Aerostich gear, you can probably skip the Laundry Sauce and just go with any old-school laundry soap. Just remember to first check all the pockets for forgotten items, remove the impact armor, zip all the zippers closed, and set the machine to do a double or triple rinse.
- Mr. Subjective, Nov 22, 2024
PS - Everyone likes to “Smell good, Look good, and Feel good”, and if you ride a lot in your daily life, or on a long road trip, you’ll always get at least two out of three. Which, the more you think about it, is actually a pretty great deal.
*“Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.” – widely (mis)attributed to psychoanalyst Sigmund Freud.
True Confessions of a Helmet Hypocrite
on Oct 09 2024
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Helmets are funny. A polarizing issue for many riders. Forgive the length of what I’m about to write, but here is my complete history with helmets, starting with the first. Right from Day One I was always a helmet wearer:
Bell 500TX Int’l orange. Worn from about 1970-1980. The padding around the ears was an amazingly soft black leather. The last couple of years often worn with a Jofa snap-on chin and mouth guard intended for hockey player use. Compact and light. Made in America.
Bell Star, first generation full-face, black, used for maybe six to ten (?) years. Painted the bottom third silver. Rock solid, bomb-proof. Made in America.
Shoei ’something’, full face, red, fiberglass, used for about 3-5 years. Made in Japan.
Shuberth modular. First or second gen. Fiberglass. Gray. Used '96-'98. Made in Germany.
Nolan N-100 modular. 1999-2006. White. A favorite. Simple. Polycarbonate. Wore for many years. Modified several ways. (Chinbar latch system, internal speakers.) Was stolen in the middle of a ride when I stupidly left it on the bike’s rear-view mirror for ten minutes. Rode 70 miles on a freeway bareheaded to the nearest place to buy another helmet. Made in Italy.5A. Rapha modular. Low end polycarbonate. White. Light. Inexpensive. Kept in Arizona where I had a bike for winter riding for many years. Thus, infrequently used so now in storage here at my home in MN. Made in Korea.
Nolan Xlite 1002 modular. 2006-current. Still wearing this one today. Early fiberglass model. Now maybe 17-ish years old and on its second full lining (they were designed to be replaceable, and washable, and I’ve done both). My day-to-day ‘beater’ helmet and looks it. White, covered with scratches, held together in a few internal places with glue, etc. Made in Italy.
Xlite 1004 (by Nolan) modular. 2017-current. A modern modular. A newer version of #6, also white, but made using carbon fiber for lightness. Only used when traveling on road trips. Maybe now has 30,000 miles of use. Still looks like new, fits well, quiet. Has internal sun shield, the first one I’ve experienced. Never use that feature. Made in Italy.
I also have a very old Shoei ‘jet’ style (open face) helmet which is sort of a replica of that original Bell 500TX. It is white. Comfort lining and strap padding now semi-deteriorated. Seldom wear but is available. Sometimes use in winter over a balaclava and with ski goggles.
These days for 100% of my surface street riding -- which is commuting, grocery shopping and small errands -- I wear the beat up #6 Nolan Xlite modular with the chin bar up. (I wear Rx eyeglasses.) I like to be able to grin close-mouthed at pedestrians and dogs and those sealed into nearby cars. Like I’m having a terrifically wonderful time, because I am. If I go onto a local freeway for a few miles at 60-75, I’ll always tip the modular part down. No windshield or fairing on my bike. Only use clear face shields with the uppermost 1” of the shield covered from side to side with some 3M Solas reflective tape.
All of this makes me a fairly solid helmet hypocrite. I like DOT helmets better than Snell because I suspect* they’re a bit softer in a lower G force impact. I think the insurance industry got helmet companies to recommend replacing helmets ever 3-4 years or something because this probably represents a worst-case consumer use scenario: A helmet which is continuously left out in direct sun and high temperature weather, except when being worn by a sweat-prone rider who puts a lot of greasy products on their hair. My helmet is only out in the sun when I’m actually riding, and I’m nearly bald and don’t use hair products and where I live do not frequently encounter the high ambient temperatures where I’m sweating profusely. But still, it’s a little embarrassing to be wearing the most beat-up looking and oldest helmet in any group of riders. That the #6 Nolan Xlite remains my daily ‘go to’ after 17 years and despite industry recommendations, is what makes me, a helmet dealer, an (again) huge helmet hypocrite.
Just today I received a reply from Nolan (the company’s HQ in Italy, since they lost their long-time USA distributor here after he died of old age a few years ago – RIP Harry McPherson) about options for replacing the old #6 Xlite, or at least re-lining it a second time. The one I’d like to buy today is their top end carbon fiber modular which is almost half a pound lighter than the current Shoei modular, and is about $750, but it’s not available in plain white. Only clear coat over the carbon fiber, flat black, or several garish paint designs most suitable for young sport bike riders.
Below is that emailed correspondence. Maybe you will find it moderately amusing? At least they replied.
Another example of another small motorcycle part of the old world disappearing. How can Nolan not make a plain white version of that helmet? (Yeah, I know. It is because they’d only sell one of them, one time. To me.)
- Mr. Subjective, 9-24
PS – We’ve always offered a fairly nice selection of white helmets here. This week, we're offering free shipping with the purchase of any helmet, too.
PPS – There is something important about how frequency leads to fluency which is worth being aware of when it comes to rider’s gear, helmets and motorcycles-in-general. Whenever you do something a lot, over and over and over, you become able to do it almost unconsciously because of something brain scientists call neuroplasticity. The connections between our brain cells are called dendrites. The more you do something, the more dendrites grow both in number and density around the brain area controlling whatever it is you are doing repeatedly. For me this means when it comes to putting on my old #6 Nolan Xlite, clipping its chin strap latch, and later removing it, I now have thicker bundle of dendrites somewhere because I can do these things practically in my sleep, and so quicky I’m hardly aware of doing it. In darkness or light, wind or calm, rain or shine, hot or cold. Over the years the helmets anodized aluminum chin strap latch has become visibly polished by the skin on my thumb and fingertips. My muscle-memory knows this helmet’s feel, weight, heft and the slight shell flexing of the part covering my ears so when I arrive at home, at work, at a drug or grocery or hardware store, or anywhere else, I am barely aware of taking it off and attaching the strap to a loop of webbing near the left side of the saddle. And I’m noticeably less fluent handing the much newer far better and far more advanced #7 Exlite 1004 whenever I’m on a road trip. Not a problem, just a difference. You should choose a new helmet which fits your head correctly, and also one that you can keep long enough to develop real use-fluency with.
PPPS – This link is to a scan of a one-page postal letter I mailed to the president of Nolan only yesterday. It’s about my helmet biases, and what I think the perfect modern helmet for them to make and for me wear might be.
*Based on a little online reading and independent research.
The Perfect Hard-Sided Spinner Bag
on Sep 18 2024
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1% Inspiration, 99% Perspiration
“Maybe I’m being generally stupid, but I prefer that to being artificially intelligent.”
- Tales from a Roll Top Desk, by Substack blogger Kent Peterson kentpeterson@substack.com on Friday, Sept 13, 2024 (Friday the thirteenth…)
This blog post is a follow-up on last January’s post about A.I. titled: ‘FFFFlaws-in-the-Algorithm’. Find it here. ‘Chat GTP4’ quickly provided near-instantaneous detailed-yet-simplistic answers. I projected this reason why: All A.I. source data was online thus could never quite capture real as-lived experiences. The ancient Greek philosopher Plato reasoned how descriptions and representations of experiences and objects (and everything in between) could not be the same as the actual experiences and things themselves, and this is an important distinction for understanding A.I. and it’s limitations.
Motorcycle riders know and feel things about motorcycles, riding and rider’s gear which cannot easily be translated into words, sentences, stories, photos, numbers, or 1’s and 0’s. So following the old “garbage in, garbage out” principle in computer programing, when it comes to motorcycling A.I.’s results must always be incomplete, somewhat predictable, and uh…a little boring. By extension this probably means no project-able future version of A.I. is likely to ever become the existential scifi-type threat to humanity futurists worry about. Because A.I.’s algorithms rely entirely on preexisting digitized data, no matter how unimaginably huge that resource is (or ever becomes), or how powerful any algorithm might be, the wonderful “Aaa-Haa!!” bolt-of-lightening-black-swan moment riding’s magic, or the of outside-the-box moment of inventive craziness can never be perfectly replicated or synthesized.
If an A.I. program could somehow be magically transformed into a living human being, most people encountering that person would fairly quickly label this individual a ‘tool’: “In modern slang, calling someone a ‘tool’ typically refers to them being seen as foolish, unintelligent, or lacking in self-awareness. It is often used as an insult to describe someone who is thought to be easily manipulated or controlled by others. While the slang usage of ‘tool’ has negative connotations, it’s important to note that it can also be used playfully or sarcastically among friends without intending any harm.” – from Neuralword.com (Side note: the above definition reads as if it were entirely A.I. generated. Hmmm…)
Any true out-of-the-box experience or solution takes a leap-of-faith. For example, in 1983 at the time of its introduction, a one-piece Roadcrafter armored coverall was an answer to a question very few riders in America were asking. Simplified, that question was: “What would rider’s gear be like if it were narrowly optimized to help riders living in advanced and rich countries use their motorcycles more often, and mainly as utility transportation?” At that time I knew only one person who’d been asking that, a motorcycle magazine editor named Steven L. Thompson, so I sent him the first one. A few days after he’d received it his close friend Bob Sinclair, who was then the strong-willed motorcycle-commuting president of ‘Saab of America’, appropriated it, so I had to send Steve another one (which I was happy to do.) Sinclair’s enthusiasm was a good sign.
Auto pioneer Henry Ford supposedly said (paraphrasing): “Prior to the introduction of the Model T automobile if you’d asked people how to improve their transportation, the response would have been 'we want a faster horse'. Even if he never said that, his Model T automobile was far more (and less) than simply a faster horse. Today, A.I. provides a lot of ‘we want a faster horse’ results, and as near as I can tell, exactly zero Model T car results.
Today, Henry Ford and Apple Computer’s Steve Jobs are both remembered as visionaries who were adamant their businesses should never ask their customers what they wanted. These two believed people-in-general have little knowledge what they want until they actually see and experience whatever any something might be. Yet both visionaries were able to invent, create, finance and produce things they knew would sell well. Their strong belief was at core entirely based on an intangible inner faith that if they personally wanted one of whatever they were imagining, others might want one too. I can personally relate to that.
Einstein famously described what all inventors do, and what no A.I. can simulate. He called what he did to develop our current understandings of light, energy, mass and gravity ‘thought experiments’. Such experiments involved asking questions in the simplest conceivable child-like ways and coming up with revolutionary analytic answers. Answers which initially depended on intangible faith. Only later were those answers experimentally tested and proven as truths.
The “AaaHaa!!” and “Eureka!” moments when new ideas and new solutions arrive always come with adrenaline and endorphins. You can absolutely feel them being important and right, as much as understand them.
The short essay which follows breaks down a simple “AaaHaa!!” product idea having nothing to do with Aerostich directly, but a lot to do with A.I. and how original inventions, new products and new recipes are created.
Lastly, the product outlined below is simply a mashup of already existing ideas and technologies combined in a novel new thing. Without using any type of A.I. algorithm I know on faith alone this new idea is good, because I experienced a little adrenaline/endorphin hit as its pieces came together in my imagination. No A.I. can feel or do this. Someday I’d enjoy having and using this doesn’t-exist-yet product…
A Perfect Hard-Sided Roller (or Spinner) Carry-On Bag
The perfect hard-sided ‘roller-board’ or ‘spinner’ carry-on bag does not (yet) exist. I’ve spent some time trying to find this bag from among the hundreds of variants available today. None offer the combination of features I’d like. Not one.
In addition to the baseline of being sturdy, lightweight and fit-able into an airliners overhead cabin bin, what I’d like needs to have a couple of unique characteristics. Essentially it would be a carry-on sized hard-sided bag configured more like an old-fashioned footlocker or steamer trunk than a shrunken hard sided suitcase. Visualize a rectangular-shaped acoustic guitar case with a thin-ish lid and a deep-ish bottom into which a guitar lays into. Add wheels and a retractable handle. No hard-sided spinner carry ons have ever been made this way. (Note: Spinner = four smallish 360º swiveling wheels on the bottom end. Roller = two larger diameter wheels set into cavities in the bottom end.)
Elements the same as current carry-on spinner and roller bags:
Shaped like a current hard-sided carry-on bag.
Size like a current hard-sided carry-on bag.
Material like a current hard-sided carry-on bag with similarly radius-ed corners.
Either four wheels like a current hard-sided ‘spinner’ or two wheels like a current soft-sided ‘roller’ bag.
Telescoping handle like a current hard-sided carry-on bag (must be narrow enough to ‘piggyback’ another bag).
Lining of the bag and lid is fabric with pockets along the sides.
Elements different than current carry-on spinner and roller bags:
Lid is piano-hinged on the longer dimension, and the deeper side has two or three low-profile recessed latches.
Lid is about 2” from the top ‘side’ of the bag.
Lid seals against a waterproof gasket (with a small air-pressure equalizing vent separate or as a gap incorporated into seal).
Gasket is a rubber extrusion along the top edge of the deeper ‘bottom half’ of the bag.
Lid has a single small, compressed gas strut as a hold-open (like car trunks, hatchbacks).
Lid opens 90º with strut, more than 230º with strut disconnected (via quick release).
Advantage(only one, but it is an important one):
50% smaller ‘footprint’ when laid down and opened inside a hotel room or bedroom. Which is where bags of this type are usually opened after being placed on a chair, table, bed or luggage rack. Without specific prompting I know of no A.I. algorithm capable of weighting this consideration strongly enough to produce this design solution.
When some inventor added wheels and a telescoping handle to a basic soft-sided carry-on bag, air travel became far easier. That humble innovation seemed in hindsight so obvious it was universally taken-for-granted but it also probably increased the number of potential air travelers by millions.
Today’s air travelers overwhelmingly favor the increased protection and easier maneuverability of hard-sided four-wheeled spinner-bag versions, but unfortunately all of these types split bilaterally down the middle like the shrunken version of an old-fashioned suitcase. This means when you open them up the bag’s ‘footprint’ is that of two bags, not one, so using them is more difficult within the confined space of a bedroom or standard hotel and motel room. Only the now out-of-favor ‘drag-behind’ soft-sided roller-bags are set up with an opening lid (always secured by a perimeter zipper).
It would take a very brave investor to finance the creation of a hard-sided spinner (or roller) carry-on bag set up with a side-hinged hard top lid faith alone: 1.) It would be different than the hundreds of hard-sided carry-on bags, and 2.) it might be slightly more complex to manufacture, and 3.) the ‘target market’ for such a bag does not know they would prefer using this type of bag, since it does not yet exist. There’s never a Henry Ford or Steve Jobs around when you want one, and no A.I. program can do the required on-faith creative stuff like this, either.
– Mr. Subjective, Sept 16, 2024
PS – We (Aerostich) are not planning to enter the ultra-competitive carry-on bag business. The description above was written to serve as an example of a limitation of A.I. programs. I’d still like to have one of these bags, though, and would be happy to serve as an unpaid design consultant for anyone wanting to develop this design.
PPS – This blog post was inspired by my wife, who was looking for and not finding a perfect roller bag. She writes a cool substack called ‘Peeled Grapes’.
on Jul 17 2024
A collection of useful online links and videos
The key to managing high heat effectively involves adopting techniques used by Arabs and other desert peoples for centuries: wearing robes to cover yourself and create a moist, manageable micro-climate next to your skin. Uncovered riders have suffered from severe heat stroke, with some even requiring weeks of hospitalization to recover. With an R-3 suit, you can control sweat evaporation through the microporous membrane and zipper vents. Stay cool by using a frequently re-wetted silk scarf or other evaporative layer. For a demonstration, check out the video titled "A Modern Bota" below.
More Blog Posts on Heat:
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Aren't You Hot?
My reply, whenever people ask, “Aren’t you hot?” is “Yes I am.” But my favorite reply to any question about wearing Aerostich gear on a hot day came from my friend John Chase. Thirty years ago, we were riding back roads and cross-country dirt trails...
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A Modern Bota
…Or How to Ride Through 90º+ Temps (More or Less Comfortably)A) Ride a minimally faired/windscreened bike...
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What do you do to stay cool on hot rides?
Let us know your tips below!
on Jul 11 2024
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It's not the comfort as much as it is the contrast.
On Jun 27, 2024, at 12:07 PM, Wiley Davis wrote: “I have two R3 suits...not sure that makes me a "great" customer, but I do love them. In fact, as weird as it might sound, there's something I really really enjoy (crave, even) about being on the bike on a day that's cold and/or wet enough to need layers under the suit and that feeling of mild isolation and detachment the suit gives me (which feels odd to say given that the antithesis of this is also one of the appeals of riding). Something about feeling swaddled in a tiny bubble of comfort while inches away the wind and cold and rain rages. It's not the comfort so much as it is the contrast, I think.”
I could hardly argue and was so inspired by how Mr. Wiley Davis ‘gets it’ the same way I do, I was inspired to reply to him (at the following unforgivable length):
Thanks, Wiley, I have two R-3s as well. Same model and color (Black, light, tactical) so they look identical, but one is a size larger than the other and also has some fit alterations to allow slightly more room for insulation. A down puffy, usually. The impact armor is different also. The ‘3-season’ one has the stiffer ‘competition’ armor + optional back pad and hip armor. The winter one has the softer standard armor which works better in cold weather.
Like you, I really enjoy riding when the typical recreational riders are not out riding. Partly because I have all the gear to do this, and partly because some of the attention from people encountered can be so amusing. Most of my everyday motorcycling is within a 15-mile radius. Once a week I’m in a grocery store restocking my pantry and fridge with one of our Lightweight Portable Bags. In a downpour, I’ll walk into the store dripping rainwater around my feet and start shopping while holding my helmet in one hand and the grocery basket in the other and at that point some intelligent-looking fellow shopper will sometimes smile curiously at my drowned-rat appearance and then seriously ask: “Did you ride your motorcycle?”
One would think this was obvious. Despite a temptation to reply sarcastically I giggle inside and reply with a grin and a nod. As I continue shopping I’m thinking “That was the best part of my day (other than the actual riding itself).” Such comedy moments never get old.
I also always try to ride to vote on election day on my way home from work. I’ll arrive at around 7:45 PM, fifteen minutes before the polls close. The always-seriously-geriatric volunteer poll workers look bored, tired, and counting the minutes while waiting to leave. I like voting, and I especially enjoy not having problems finding parking near the polling place. My voting location is in the basement of a Lutheran church.
Every day when I commute to and from work, I wear a backpack containing a small thermos, a notebook computer, some lunch, and maybe a sweater or something I’m reading. On one shoulder strap is a Velcro-on accessory pocket for a phone and a small aluminum carabiner with a miniature three-button garage door remote dangling. On the other shoulder strap is an aluminum pepper spray thing about the size of a AA mini-Mag light. Below that is another small carabiner with a dangling key to a bicycle lock and a different mini garage door remote for another garage door. The stuff on the two carabiners sometimes jingles softly when I walk. I’ve been walking/bicycling/motorcycling back and forth to work most days this way for thirty-five years, nearly always wearing a well-used Aerostich one-piece suit.
Next, I walk down a flight of stairs into the church basement and head over to the very tired and very elderly poll worker who has in front of him the big book of registered voters with last names beginning with the letters F-through-J and I smile. “Goldfine,” I say, “Andrew”. The room is library-quiet and there are half a dozen other voters sitting behind cardboard dividers concentrating on marking their machine-score ballots with their choices. The place is as serious as a library reading room when the tired fossil sitting on the other side of the registration table looks me up and down for a long careful moment and then croaks in a voice just loud enough to carry through the entire room:
“Where’s your parachute?”
All the concentrating voters hear this and some look up. Don Rickles would have been proud.
I grin and reply: “Be nice. I’d like my ballot please.” A moment later he points to the blank line beside my name in that big registered voter book and I sign it and collect the precious printed paper ballot, trod over to an open table, and do my best for two minutes to pick (mostly guess) the least objectionable individuals for the next couple of years. A few moments later I’m riding away into the dark and seriously frosty November evening smiling and thinking, “That geezer’s comment was by far the best part of my week (except for this actual ride)”
Yup, the R-3’s “tiny bubble of comfort” is exactly what makes such moments possible. Rain, sun, heat, cold, snow, whatever. If I had been dressed as any traditional rider, in denim and leather, and had profiled to the non-riding public in that conventional way, nobody would have said anything, and my riding life would not be nearly so fun. – Mr. Subjective, July 2024
PS – In old western TV shows and movies in the 1950s when I was a child, some of the heroes (The Lone Ranger and many others.) wore gun belts with two revolvers, one on each side. A cliché came into the language referring to these characters generically as “Two gun Pete”. No idea where this came from, or exactly what it meant, but it would be fair to call me “Two R-3 Andy”. Having two Aerostich suits sized and armored slightly differently makes all-year-around city riding in the climate around here (-15ºf to + 85ºf / -27ºc to + 29ºc) not only possible but easier than one might think. Having two R-3 similar-looking suits is like having a secret weapon.
Legalizing Lane Splitting in Minnesota
on May 28 2024
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And Buying a Powerball Ticket.
Good luck or bad luck supposedly comes in threes so I’m today buying a Powerball ticket for the first (or possibly second?) time in my life. I’m feeling lucky because this week Minnesota unexpectedly became the sixth state in America to formally legalize lane splitting. Separately, another bit of possible good luck may be about to happen at Aerostich (which will be described a little further below).
That makes two. Perhaps a lucky Powerball number is out there waiting for me. How could it not be?
There is a terrific story about how this new Minnesota lane splitting law suddenly became reality and it will soon be told elsewhere, but for now, a simple explanation is the planets all aligned and a few Minnesota riders in key legislative and leadership positions saw the opportunity and acted quickly, doing all the right kinds of things at exactly the right time. So beginning on July 1 of 2025, all motorcycle riders in MN will be able to filter through congested traffic as if they were riding bicycles.
It will take years before many Minnesota drivers become comfortable with motorcycles filtering around them in congested traffic. To begin familiarizing them Minnesota is planning PSA announcements and other kinds of public information and education programs between now and next July. Essentially only two elements are involved:
1.) In congested areas worldwide the operators of smaller nimbler vehicles have always naturally and safely filtered through the interstices between the larger and clumsier vehicles. This is why lane-splitting is legal or well-accepted just about everywhere in the world except America. Millions of riders across the planet safely do this every single day, especially through the most road-congested densely populated cities in ‘developing’ areas throughout Asia, Africa, and South America.
2.) Only in America did almost everyone go right to cars, because a 1916 Model T automobile cost about the same as a 1916 motorcycle. People could get four wheels or two wheels for the same price, and everyone then in the market for wheels chose the Ford. This happened across America, and nowhere else. Since then, most bikes designed, manufactured, and marketed in the United States have been consumed as sport and leisure vehicles. Bikes became societally marginalized as leisure toys and sporting machines, and riding them came to be identified with rebellion, recreation, and sport, not useful utility transportation.
Our unique moto-history continues to influence how motorcycling in America is understood and consumed, which is why there are so few motorcycle commuters and utility riders here today. But globally motorcycles are a well-established economically proven safe way to reduce road congestion, improve society, and place a lighter footprint on the earth.
Very significantly, the behavioral differences between typical utility riders and recreational riders are immense and consequential. People riding mostly for sport and recreation are far more likely to ride in ways that are unsafe, and those who ride for utility transportation tend naturally to ride as safely as possible. This is why lane splitting tends to be far safer than most Americans think it is.
The second bit of potentially very good luck which came Aerostich’s way earlier this week is a lot simpler to explain. After fifteen years of fruitlessly trying to persuade the YKK zipper company to develop a slightly stronger and slightly easier-to-handle version of the main entry zipper in Aerostich suits, it looks like this may finally be happening. The zipper we’ve been using for about the past fifteen years is the very best available from any zipper company I am aware of, and it has worked extremely well for about 97% of our customers, but it isn’t quite perfect. Our long-time YKK zipper sales rep just sent me a photo of a new model that looks good. A sample of this zipper should show up on my desk next week. If it does work for us (?), then several months from now all Aerostich suits will begin to come with this new zipper and we’ll probably also figure out a way to offer it as a replacement upgrade to those with older Aerostich gear. Hopefully, I’ll soon be sending a bottle of fancy whiskey to our YKK zipper rep along with a sincere thank-you note.
Good luck (and trouble) supposedly comes in threes. This afternoon I’m buying a Powerball ticket.
Mr. Subjective, May 24, 2024.
PS – Unfortunately, after writing this blog post, the ticket I purchased (shown here) had only one matching number. So maybe the old saying about ‘luck (or bad things) coming in 3’s isn’t as quite true as people believe. Or maybe some other good thing will still happen? Or maybe the new zipper won’t work out? Or?
This is the photo of the possible new zipper:
Here’s the text of the new Minnesota lane splitting law:
PPS -- Also, unfortunately, when the possible zipper solution arrived, it won't work for us. But we'll keep trying.
on May 09 2024
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An Email to A Co-Worker
I’m not sure how we might use this photo, but I think it is funny. I’m not sure why it appeals to me so much. Maybe partly because it violates the PC stuff about never riding after drinking? Or maybe because it tells an important truth about the awkward clunky/bulky/pain-in-the-assed-ness of these suits unless one is comfortably inside one, in motion on a motorcycle.
This photo would probably bring out the worst in some of our audience because so many people have been killed or seriously harmed by drunk drivers and riders. Or died due to driving or riding impaired. To be clear, I am very much against drinking and riding (and, of course, driving). So it’s tough to figure out a use for this image, even though it tells a real truth about one-piece armored riding suits.
Maybe a ‘caption-this-photo’ contest, noting that: A) no drinking was involved, B) the photo was not set up or staged to be a provocative photo, and C) with an explanation about the actual circumstances of the creation of the photo to be revealed along with the winning caption? The title of the photo might be something like: "Here is one picture not worth 1,000 words.”
The actual circumstances: I was invited to join my wife, brother, and brother-in-law for dinner last week at the OMC Smokehouse. Great BBQ food located only a block from Aerostich. The place wasn’t its usual busy normal. My three partners for this dinner had arrived by car a few minutes before me and were seated in a booth directly opposite this bar. Nobody was at the bar, so I draped my R-3 over an empty bar stool and joined my companions. My wife noticed the arrangement of the suit draped over the stool like a passed-out drunk and took the photo. After a nice no alcohol-for-me meal I put the suit back on and rode home.
Compared to a riding jacket, these suits usually (and again) are a big pain-in-the-ass when going out for a social event. Before he died, the record-setting endurance rider John Ryan was famous for simply leaving his suit on all the time, wherever he was. But I always feel more comfortable if I can take my suit off when in a social situation like the one described above. Sometimes I can safely leave it on the bike, but in this situation and some others, that wasn’t or isn’t an option.
When it comes to what to do with my R-3 after arriving at public and social destinations, there’s a wide range of inconveniences. Riders on full-dress touring and ADV bikes sometimes stuff their suit inside an empty saddle bag. Others drape it over the bike’s handlebars, about as shown in the above photo. This has the extra advantage of helping protect any cute handlebar-mounted farkels from opportunistic thievery but isn’t safe if it is too windy unless a bungee cord is also used to prevent the suit from kiting away in a strong gust. At the other end of the spectrum are places like the dance studio where I met my wife for lessons yesterday. She’s a great natural dancer who loves to dance while I’m nearly unable to keep time and memorize even the simplest steps and moves. “Opposites attract” is all you need to know about this. Anyway, right at the entrance is a bench and a big rolling coat rack. Upon arrival, I hang my backpack off the end of this rack and then drape my Aerostich suit over it, exactly like how it is draped over the bar stool in the photo, except this rack’s horizontal bar is high enough so the empty suit looks more like it’s fully standing. Then I sit on the little bench and take off my riding boots and I’m ready to…er, go ‘dancing’, if you’d call it that. But my wife always has a great time, and they have a nearly perfect place to hang the suit.
I’ve known riders who will roll their suits tightly enough to be wedged under the bike’s frame against the rear tire, and those who use Aerostich Carry Straps to do the same, bungeed across a saddle, and there are a few riders like John Ryan who just keep the darn things on all the time despite everyone around them being in their comfortable street clothes. Unfortunately, there’s no sci-fi George Jetson press-a-button and it self-folds into a jeans pocketable size. (See 0:47 in this one-minute video for the idea.) An R-3 suit version sure would be nice. I wish I could write here we’re working on it. Maybe someday.
Last week I went to a concert at the West Theatre which was part of the annual “Homegrown Music Festival” here. The place was standing room only, so when I did eventually find a seat, I just sat there in my zipped-open-to-the waist Aerostich suit, enjoying the music, and remembering the great John Ryan. For him and me, No matter what this might look like, riding there is always worth it.
-- Mr. Subjective, May 2024
A Gear Arsenal, a budget, and a Bat Cave
on Apr 09 2024
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If you live somewhere with seasonally changing weather, one big secret about being able to ride more often is the need for what amounts to a large arsenal of different types and sizes of riding gear, all kept wherever it’s easiest to get to and use. For example, and I’m embarrassed to admit this, for my northern Minnesota year-round local riding I employ two different Aerostich R-3 ‘light’ Tactical one-piece suits.
On close inspection, these suits look identical, but they’re actually two completely different sizes – one is slightly larger and has been fit-altered to be comfortable over a sweater and down puffy, and the other is a size smaller and provides a standard (and closer) fit for the rest of the year. Each R-3 is now about ten years old. The bigger one gets worn daily during about five months of wintery riding and the other one is used the other seven. The luxury of having two identical-appearing Aerostich suits is like cheating and until now they were my secret to more year-around saddle time.
The madness doesn’t stop there. For my out-of-town traveling during the ‘riding season’ I’ll wear either a Darien jacket or a Transit leather jacket over a pair of AD-1 light pants. Both of these ensembles have now seen years of wear. For me, a two-piece jacket + pants work best for all-day and day-after-day road trips, and the one-piece suits are faster and easier for commuting and running errands around town. Many long-time riders have come to this same conclusion: A diverse collection of gear is a necessity for dealing with variable weather and different riding applications. For most riders making such large investments takes a while, and like all longer-term expenses, is harder to justify. This means it’s important to choose gear that really lasts, is long-term serviceable and repairable, and will not reflect only the moto-fashion-of-the-moment.
From day one my riding gear has always been more equipment than fashion, devil take the hindmost. Soon after I started riding as a 16-year-old high school kid I’d purchased an actual ‘motorcycle jacket’, a pair of ‘motorcycle gloves’, a helmet, and a pair of nice-quality boots (specifically a black Belstaff Trialsmaster waxed cotton jacket, a pair of red HI Point MX gloves, an international orange Bell TX500 helmet and a pair of reddish-brown lace-up Red Wing Irish Setter hunting boots). With all this gear I considered myself an extremely well-equipped young rider.
Fifty-four years later and I have three different helmets: An old ‘open face’ Shoei which is a lot like that first Bell TX 500, a much-less-old Nolan ‘modular’ for daily commuting and general riding, and an even nicer newish Xlite (Nolan) modular for traveling. I also now own two different types of riding boots, half a dozen pairs of riding gloves, two different types of balaclavas, two different electrically heated mid-layers, a bunch of scarves and neck-bandanas, multiple base and mid-layers, and the aforementioned set of Aerostich R-3 light one piece suits and two Aerostich jackets (Darien light and Transit) and two pair of AD-1 pants. It’s all become well-used and well-worn.
I’ve accumulated this inventory, sorted out the keepers, gotten rid of the little-used items, and have pretty much narrowed my quiver of gear down to what works for me and what doesn’t.
It took years.
Today I have a bit less gear than I did as recently as ten years ago, but once in a while, I’ll still decide I need to try something I’ve never experienced before. This coming fall* it’s going to be some Neos over boots. We’ve carried them for years and they’ve never sold too well, but I have an idea about how I want to use them.
Several years ago, I’d started riding/commuting through the winters on a bicycle with studded tires. A few years after that I moved a little farther from work and upgraded to an E-bicycle (though keeping and still using the non-electric one sometimes) and have not yet solved the problem about what to wear on my feet during really sloppy weather. When it’s cold and dry enough I’ll wear a pair of simple ankle-high fleece boots which look like winter versions of a high-top basketball shoe. I’ve worn these for many years before I started winter bicycle commuting and they are great. And for super-cold days I also have a pair of very old felt-lined mukluks which are lightweight and these also work great for bicycling. But when temps are around and just below freezing, the streets here are mostly wet and slushy, and my E-bikes front tire picks up this slop and flings it at my feet and lower legs, and I have nothing for this. These conditions seem to exist around here for about 50% of the winter, which is where the Neos come in. My new plan for E-biking through that sloppy cold weather will be to use my Chaco sandals (with wool sox, as I normally do on cold days) inside the Neos waterproof over boots, hoping this will prove ideal. If it does work (?) then after I get to work (or any other destination) I’ll quickly be in comfy dry sandals.**
Gearing oneself up to comfortably ride nearly every day and nearly everywhere for nearly everything is far tougher than gearing up primarily for sport and leisure. Taken together, all the necessary gear is so expensive to acquire and so time-consuming to use, that few riders have the combination of determination and means to attempt it. Which partly explains why motorcycles in advanced and wealthy countries are widely understood by the general public, law enforcement, and judicial communities as self-indulgent toys. Which is unfortunate for all of us.
In theory, we could change that, but it would be a lot of hard work. Riding all the time to nearly everywhere can be done. It just takes planning, patience, a fairly generous gear-purchasing budget spread across more than a few years, and some sort of set-aside ‘bat cave’ location in one’s dwelling to keep this stuff organized and at-the-ready.
It’s always been worth it, at least for me.
Mr. Subjective, October 2020 (Published April 2024)
*Those Neos over boots have now worked great for four years. As I’d projected back in 2020, when this blog post was written, when motorcycling I mostly wear them on rainy slushy days to protect my very old-school (Gokey brand) leather ankle-high laced ‘around-town’ riding boots. Those boots have been around long enough to have literally required re-soling twice. I also wear the Neo’s during really bad wet weather over the lightweight shoes I wear whenever I’m pedaling (E or regular bike). [Please Note: For reasons beyond our control, the Neos Overshoes are not currently available, but we expect them to be again in the future.]
**The Neos did end up solving this problem.
on Mar 27 2024
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The longer most rider’s gear is worn, the better it seems to get. Up to a point. Everything eventually wears out.
I bond with a new Aerostich suit after about three months of regular use. If I’m able to wear one for several years, I’m unhappy having to break in a new one to try out some small prototype design feature.
There are more 'teched-out' products in the world today than ever, and there’s also an appealing backlash against overdosing on tech. Witness the renewed popularity of traditional selvage jeans and flannel shirts. Even with the most highly engineered technical protective clothing, simplicity can be a feature, not a bug.
Over forty years ago, the first Roadcrafter suits seemed incredibly complicated and high-tech compared with classic denim jeans and riding leathers. They were. Aerostich’s recipe combining Cordura and Gore-Tex fabrics, Scotchlight reflectives, Velcro hook-and-loop, and even YKK’s highly engineered Delrin zippers created an entirely new type of gear. A rider’s lightweight water-resistant highly protective coverall.
Many laughed at them, but as years passed and the Aerostich rider’s gear recipe became increasingly adopted by businesses intending to improve it, many more riders came to appreciate the intentional simplicity of their Roadcrafters and Darien's. Simplicity has always been -- and remains -- a key Aerostich feature.
More than a few Aerostich customers have now worn out their old Roadcrafters and then tried something else, only to discover some elaborate 'tech' is for styling and marketing that works best in cad-cam design programs and ad agency photo studios but not out on the road in day-to-day use.
Tailfins were added to most cars during the 1950s because they helped sell more of them, but they didn’t do anything to improve automotive function, durability, comfort, or performance. Decorative stitching was added to the pockets of denim pants during the 1980s and this sold a lot of designer jeans but did not improve the value, function, or comfort of basic jeans. Eventually, those popular fashions declined.
Sometimes there’s an actual backlash, and such large trends are usually viewed as having been a bit silly and harmless -- after they pass. Fashions come and go.
The Roadcrafter suit has always represented our best effort to solve, as simply as possible, the timeless problems experienced by motorcycling commuters and high-mile riders: Comfort, convenience, safety, protection, and durability. An Aerostich suit is a simple coverall made for riding more. That’s all.
Small nuances matter. Hidden inside every Roadcrafter sewn during the last fifteen years, there’s a short strip of Velcro hook and loop located behind the left 'hand warmer' pocket. It’s there to help seal a small gasketed wire port that is even further up inside the corner of that pocket and to help capture a short jumper wire that can be pre-positioned there to make using electric gear easier. A Roadcrafter-wearing Aerostich customer named Steve Hall suggested this refinement, so it became known as the ‘Hall Pass’. Without it, using electric gear inside a coverall is harder. Not impossible, but a lot more cumbersome.
A small, simple solution. One of many.
-- Mr. Subjective
PS - A Personal Story: Armored Coverall Basics
Last Dec 19th, 2023, at 8:15 AM, a customer named David emailed me this: “So it appears that (brand XXX) has "stolen" your one-piece design with some changes made to it. Sure looks a lot like your one long zipper design ? Perhaps (brand XXX) convinced (another brand YYY) to only sell to them now ? I hate when someone steals a good idea from the inventor ?
Dave”
I replied:
Thanks Dave,
Yes they have made a copy of our innovative armored coverall. They are not the first, either. Hopefully this will be viewed by many riders as further testimony to the value and utility of wearing armored textile coveralls for riding motorcycles. Especially in short-hop applications like urban commuting and daily errand riding, etc.
For many riders, the largest disincentive to dressing this way is you don’t feel as cool as you do when you are wearing more traditional and conventional gear. Walking through a grocery store in an armored coverall you get a lot more looks than you do if you are wearing a leather or nylon jacket over denim pants. It would be nice if this way of dressing to ride became more widely accepted as ’normal’.
As an individual rider, I’ve been wearing these coveralls (Roadcrafter, R-3) for so long I no longer am troubled by both knock-offs or the funny looks people give me when I’m wearing one. It’s occasionally even amusing if someone asks what I’m wearing, or if I’m riding a motorcycle as I stand in a grocery check out line holding a motorcycle helmet in one hand. I wear my R-3 mainly because without this suit I’d feel less safe and less comfortable, and would be riding a lot less. So it’s worth it for me and other one piece suit buyers. But most riders don’t prioritize frequency-of-riding in all weathers as much as I do, so they don’t think armored coveralls are such a cool way to dress.
Andy
Audio Version (6:59), reader: Mr. Subjective
on Mar 13 2024
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Long before internet commerce was mainstream, we enjoyed making and mailing print catalogs. Our idea was to present motorcycling, and Aerostich products, and related items, in ways that were not only accurate but also inspiring. We wanted to tell stories about riding which reflected a worldview I privately called ‘Andy’s Planet’. This was a small motorcycle-centric place that in my imagination resembled America fairly closely, except for one important difference; lots of motorcycle and scooter riders used their bikes in ways that went far beyond the narrow confines of recreation and sport. Those riders commuted, did everyday errands, and traveled to distant locations for both business and pleasure. Not by car but using their motorcycle. To help put this idea into the catalogs we divided them into sections like: ‘Off the Road’, ‘A to B’, and ‘Prevent and Repair’, and also included lots of non-commercial content: Short sidebar quotes I’d collected were at the bottom of many pages, and full-page guest essays and contributed stories were scattered here and there. I called this mixed presentation “the world writ whole” as if seen through a pair of motorcycling tinted rose-colored glasses.
Maybe the all-time best guest content we presented in one of those Aerostich catalogs was a poetic essay called ‘Season of the Bike’ by a guy named Dave Karlotski. I contacted him in 1998 or 1999 and received permission to put it in the catalog in return for an Aerostich jacket. This was more than twenty-five years ago so I have no idea where (or if) those records might be now.
Last year, the Progressive Insurance company started publishing Dave’s prose poem in pieces, single-line excerpts positioned at the top of full-page print ads selling motorcycle insurance. After seeing those ads for this past year, I thought you may also have seen a few, too, and might enjoy reading the entire work as originally written. Here’s a link to a video the Progressive people made about the ‘Season of the Bike’ ad campaign, and here is Dave’s timeless prose-poem:
Season of the Bike
By Dave Karlotski
There is cold, and there is cold on a motorcycle. Cold on a motorcycle is like being beaten with coldhammers while being kicked with cold boots, a bone bruising cold. The wind's big hands squeeze the heat out of my body and whisk it away; caught in a cold October rain, the drops don't even feel like water. They feel like shards of bone fallen from the skies of Hell to pock my face. I expect to arrive with my cheeks and forehead streaked with blood, but that's just an illusion, just the misery of nerves not designed for highway speeds.
Despite this, it's hard to give up my motorcycle in the fall and I rush to get it on the road again in the spring; lapses of sanity like this are common among motorcyclists. When you let a motorcycle into your life you're changed forever. The letters "MC" are stamped on your driver's license right next to your sex and height as if "motorcycle" was just another of your physical characteristics, or maybe a mental condition.
But when warm weather finally does come around all those cold snaps and rainstorms are paid in full because a motorcycle summer is worth any price. A motorcycle is not just a two-wheeled car; the difference between driving a car and climbing onto a motorcycle is the difference between watching TV and actually living your life. We spend all our time sealed in boxes and cars are just the rolling boxes that shuffle us languidly from home-box to work-box to store-box and back, the whole time entombed in stale air, temperature regulated, sound insulated, and smelling of carpets.
On a motorcycle I know I'm alive. When I ride, even the familiar seems strange and glorious. The air has weight and substance as I push through it and its touch is as intimate as water to a swimmer. I feel the cool wells of air that pool under trees and the warm spokes of sunlight that fall through them. I can see everything in a sweeping 360 degrees, up, down and around, wider than PanaVision and higher than IMAX and unrestricted by ceiling or dashboard.
Sometimes I even hear music. It's like hearing phantom telephones in the shower or false doorbells when vacuuming; the pattern-loving brain, seeking signals in the noise, raises acoustic ghosts out of the wind's roar. But on a motorcycle I hear whole songs: rock 'n roll, dark orchestras, women's voices, all hidden in the air and released by speed.
At 30 miles an hour and up, smells become uncannily vivid. All the individual tree-smells and flower-smells and grass-smells flit by like chemical notes in a great plant symphony. Sometimes the smells evoke memories so strongly that it's as though the past hangs invisible in the air around me, wanting only the most casual of rumbling time machines to unlock it. A ride on a summer afternoon can border on the rapturous. The sheer volume and variety of stimuli is like a bath for my nervous system, an electrical massage for my brain, a systems check for my soul. It tears smiles out of me: a minute ago I was dour, depressed, apathetic, numb, but now, on two wheels, big, ragged, windy smiles flap against the side of my face, billowing out of me like air from a decompressing plane. Transportation is only a secondary function. A motorcycle is a joy machine. It's a machine of wonders, a metal bird, a motorized prosthetic. It's light and dark and shiny and dirty and warm and cold lapping over each other; it's a conduit of grace, it's a catalyst for bonding the gritty and the holy.
I still think of myself as a motorcycle amateur, but by now I've had a handful of bikes over a half dozen years and slept under my share of bridges. I wouldn't trade one second of either the good times or the misery. Learning to ride was one of the best things I've done.
Cars lie to us and tell us we're safe, powerful, and in control. The air-conditioning fans murmur empty assurances and whisper, "Sleep, sleep." Motorcycles tell us a more useful truth: we are small and exposed, and probably moving too fast for our own good, but that's no reason not to enjoy every minute of the ride.
Here's a little more about this poem, and Dave himself reading it.
And finally, here’s Dave’s website, with a large collection of his wonderful motorcycle writing. You will not find better writing about motorcycling (and moto-traveling) anywhere. Thanks, Dave.
Audio Version (8:22), reader: Mr. Subjective
How Food Science is Like Transportational Science
on Feb 27 2024
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Here’s an interesting 57-minute video about how highly processed foods connect to increased levels of obesity. This seems unrelated to motorcycling, but dig a little deeper and it is not difficult to connect a few core ideas to similar considerations involving riding and other personal mobility choices. More specifically, this video indirectly supports what I suspect about the differences between riding and driving, and how riding is comparatively more ‘nutritious’ than driving, even (especially?) during crappy weather and in difficult conditions.
Like most people, I live in one of those glass houses where one should avoid throwing stones. That’s because I own a car and enjoy driving and eating junk food and many other highly engineered processed foods. And I’m maybe ten pounds over the recommended weight for my height. But hypocrisy aside, I try to do most things with some appreciation for the pluses and minuses involved, especially when it comes to eating processed foods, and driving a car instead of riding there.
The video reflects a ‘paleo’ nutritional logic - a currently fashionable way of thinking about how the past several hundred thousand of years of human existence shaped us in ways that are now not such a perfect fit with many kinds of recent technological, cultural, and economic advancements. Examples include desirables ranging from central heating to efficient industrial agriculture, Excel spreadsheets, nuclear weapons and power, social media simulacrums, artificial intelligences, and, in this story highly engineered processed foods, and efficient, comfortable, and safe automobiles. The overall conclusion: 1.) For every benefit technology provides, something else useful is also taken away, and 2.) it’s not always clear the overall gains outweigh the negatives.
Fortunately, nobody is required to live within the technical and knowledge limitations of last week, last year, one hundred years ago, or several hundred thousand years ago. We expect access to the latest advancements in ice cream, pizza, motorcycles, smartphones, medical care practices, and everything else as it exists in real-time. At the same time, more than a few people seek the wisdom to somehow evaluate relative +’s and –‘s involved. Including yours truly. Also, it’s not so easy to improve artisanally crafted pizza and ice cream and thousands of other hand-crafted and traditionally made, raised, or grown items. Like many examples of Aerostich gear.
When it comes to moving myself from A to B, motorcycle riding fits on the continuum somewhere between walking and flying in a jet airplane or helicopter. This is due to a mix of fortunate circumstances, deliberate planning, and compromising. Most importantly, I’ve never lived too far from where I work and shop, and this allows me the daily luxury of choosing between several wonderful personal mobility options. My commute was only three miles (4.8km) one-way between home and work for more than forty years, and during the past five years, I’ve lived only a little over five miles (8.2km) from Aerostich. My routes are also a dream, being mostly via 30mph two-lane surface streets with little traffic. And my errand-shopping-home routes add only another four or five miles and many feature easy bicycle lanes and low-traffic surface streets. I’ve always lived, shopped, and worked in older pre-automobile platted areas, not modern sprawl.
After moving five years ago the additional two-mile distance was important: What I’d been used to, three miles, translated to a one-hour walk, a twenty-five-minute rollerblade skate, a seventeen-minute bicycle ride, a thirteen-minute drive in a car, and a twelve-minute motorcycle ride. Now being five miles from Aerostich translates to an hour and forty-five-minute walk, a forty-minute roller blade, a thirty-minute bicycle ride, a twenty-two-minute e-bike ride, a nineteen-minute car drive, and a sixteen-minute motorcycle ride.
Riding is always fastest (including putting on gear) and the most fun, but now most of the time I choose an e-bike. Mine is a beat-up four-year-old model having 37 volts and 17amps of battery turning 500 watts of motor, and it's already seriously obsolete, but for this application that doesn’t matter. It was easy to set up when new and now has over 6,000 miles beneath its wheels, though it’s on the second motor and battery, third chain, third chainring, third cluster, and second derailleur. My average speed of pedaling it across level ground is 19-21 miles per hour. Eight months of the year this E-bike rolls on smooth ‘street’ tires and the other four months it’s on different wheels set up with carbide-tip studded knobby tires, which, compared to smooth regular tires are completely terrible. They are noisy, vibrate-y, and feature much lower cornering limits, but I’m living in northern Minnesota where one is forced to make seasonal adjustments and sacrifices.
E-bikes are ‘gateway drugs’ to motorcycles. Many are enough faster than a regular bicycle you intuit the need to wear a helmet. In some areas, motorcycle rider training and licensing programs are starting to see influxes of students with e-bike backgrounds. E-bikes are more approachable and less threatening to new riders than even small scooters and motorcycles. This is good. But if one wants to be able to ride all the time, and to the widest possible range of destinations, in the widest range of weather, you flat need to have a motorcycle. There is no substitute.
My relatives, friends, and acquaintances living in large cities all must live farther from their workplaces and deal with tremendously more complex and challenging kinds of traffic environments and transportation infrastructures than I. So, they don’t have the luxury of as many personal mobility options. Separately I’ve visited a few developing countries where population densities are high and the road environment is so chaotic it is frightening enough to discourage daily transportation riding. Such riding is far more doable where: A) There’s already a reasonable number of bikes in the traffic mix as then drivers expect and accept riders, and B) Where population and traffic densities are low, and C) Where ‘rules of the road’ are highly respected and enforced, and driving behaviors are disciplined. Think places like Northern Europe and Scandinavia.
Despite all this variability, a classic observation by fishermen, golfers, and other sportsmen and sportswomen goes: “A bad day of fishing (or golfing, etc) is still better than a good day at work.” But setting your life up so you can ride nearly every day is neither easy nor simple. It can be about as difficult as eating a healthy diet of mostly fresh foods. The benefits are similar though because riding is just a lot more ‘paleo’ than driving.
There is no single specific best way to eat properly for optimal health and long life or to logistically organize, maintain, and employ a quiver of personal mobility options. But there are some useful generalizations: When I have enough time and the winds are not high, and it’s not terribly storming, I’ll choose the semi-crappy e-bike, year-around. And for me the worse the weather is, the more likely I’ll choose the comfort of an Aerostich suit around me, a modular helmet covering my head, and a motorcycle under me. Almost any motorcycle. But for my small-town route’s moto-choices are between a very old 1994 650cc bike, an almost very old 2006 400cc bike, or newish 2019 200cc bike. None of these have been modified for higher performance, though over years of use each has been ‘personalized’ in various ways.
Lastly, the more you do anything, the less vulnerable you feel and the more fluent and proficient you become. Riding in a busy city only a few nice days a year is a far different experience than riding nearly daily. The old saying about how “a long journey begins with a single step” is never truer. The first time you try using your motorcycle instead of your car is guaranteed to be stressful. Even getting the gear on is awkward. But a week later if you’ve managed not to get killed or injured everything has become more natural. Rain-or-shine, riding a motorcycle, bicycle, or e-bicycle is good for you, both mentally and physically. It clearly is a lot like eating a ‘paleo diet’ of fresh less-processed food. But it’s never easy and in some situations, it isn’t appropriate. So, use your head and “be careful out there”. (Oldsters may remember that phrase becoming an every-week signature line of dialog in a popular police TV drama called “Hill Street Blues”.)
PS – If you haven’t yet watched the short ‘paleo’ food video linked above, do it. As you watch, think about applying its ideas to your everyday utility mobility choices.
PPS – Here’s a link to a short essay I liked about how most people today tend to “over-consume” and are easily manipulated to do so. This story fits with a kind of mosaic precision adjacent to the above video about processed food and with my personal views about the health and societal benefits of riding bicycles and motorcycles. Warning, it’s thirty pages, so you may want to print it out to read that way. Which is what I did.
PPPS – Here’s a link to a recent story in the New York Times about how overeating highly processed foods apparently has an adverse effect on brain health.
Mr. Subjective, November 2023
Audio Version (12:31), reader: Mr. Subjective
on Feb 13 2024
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(Thanks to Dr. Greg Frazier, who used this phrase in an email to dryly describe an especially difficult cold weather experience he once had, which inspired me to respond accordingly, as you’ll see here. We sell a couple of Dr. Frazier’s books and if you order more than $100 in Aerostich merchandise this week, we’ll send you one as a gift for a limited time only.)
My late father was a lifelong recreational boating enthusiast and an active member of two boating organizations: (1) the Great Lakes Cruising Club and (2) the United States Power Squadron. One of the latter organization’s stated purposes is to provide small boat safety classes. They offer a curriculum of courses starting with basic introductory Safe Boating classes and culminating with classes on things like celestial navigation. (I’m not sure if they still offer that one in today’s GPS-enabled era.) These classes are scheduled during the winter months, and for years my father taught a popular one-night class titled “River Piloting”. For several years during my youth, I went along, at his request, “to keep me (him) company”.
Dad didn’t know anything about river piloting, but he was a good public speaker who believed in education and safe boating, so he’d stand behind a lectern, smile broadly at usually around two dozen newer boaters in the classroom, and begin something like this: “I don’t know that much about river piloting, but I have been a boater for many years so tonight I’m going to teach a subject called ‘Accidents I Have Had’."
This always got a nice laugh. He’d then proceed from an outline covering the time he was a new boater launching his first (22’) boat but forgetting to first install the hull drain plug (which was still inside a manila envelope along with the owner’s manual, on a counter in the small cabin), to later episodes of rocky groundings in remote anchorage coves on the northernmost shore of the Lake Superior, which opened good sized holes in the bottom, letting both daylight and garden-hose streams of water in, to a few onboard galley, engine and minor electrical fires. At the end of his lecture, the overall message seemed to be that when things go sideways having good luck + not panicking will always be more important than knowing exactly what the correct thing to do might be.
Taking after my old man, the rest of this story is about one of my worst motorcycle riding decisions and experiences. My coldest-ever ride was also my hardest: Eighteen hundred miles across two 900-ish mile days back-to-back in mid-March, from Daytona Beach, Florida after ‘Bike Week’, to Duluth Minnesota. By the time I was halfway through Alabama or Georgia, temperatures were down in the forties, and by the time I reached an overnight stop at a motel somewhere on the Mason-Dixon line, it was around freezing. My bike was unfaired and windshield-less and the next day was a lot worse. Roads were dry the entire way, but as I was northbound on I-94 out of Chicago there were large snowbanks on the sides of the road and deep white snow to the horizon in all directions.
Eau Claire Wisconsin is where one goes either straight west to the Twin Cities or turns due north for another 2.5 hours to Duluth. The ambient temp when I got there was in the mid-twenties. To warm and prepare for the final pull I stopped at a Perkins restaurant for some calories and to steel myself for the ordeal I knew was ahead. I ordered and ate enough hot food for two people: A large bowl of burn-your-tongue-hot chili, a double cheeseburger and fries, a ‘bottomless’ cup of coffee, and a chaser mug of hot cocoa.
Forty-five minutes later I’d peed (which had required both patience and care due to overlapping non-aligning base layers) and was fully bundled up with multiple electrics*. My over-tired body was vibrating from the food and double-shot of caffeine because I never drink coffee or any beverage containing caffeine – I’m hypersensitive to it.
Fortunately, a couple of hours later I rolled into the driveway of the little duplex apartment where I lived. There was a foot of snow. The bike went immediately onto its sidestand and great clouds of steam came up from the hot engine melting itself into the snow. Still wearing my helmet and gloves I slowly and stiffly staggered inside and began shedding clothing the way a two-year-old does and collapsed into sleep for maybe ten or eleven hours, too tired to even consider taking a hot shower.
After that long sleep, I woke still exhausted but alive.
From start to finish this entire experience was the result of “a serious error in judgment”. Six months earlier I’d left my bike in Arizona and then just before Bike Week had flown there to ride across the sunbelt to Daytona. This part of the trip went fine but I sure didn’t luck out with the weather for getting back home to northern Minnesota. One moment especially stands out. At some gas stop on day two at around 3 PM (it was still light, so probably I was in northern Indiana), I’d stepped off the bike, unplugged the electric mid layers, and with my helmet still on my head because it was so cold, rotated it slightly downward and immediately heard and observed a bunch of pencil diameter curlicued breath-caused icicles break off the helmet’s chin bar and tinkle to the ground around my boots. Cool! I thought, and I had to see if there were more, so I stiffly bent down and looked at my helmeted and balaclava’d face in the bike's left rearview mirror. What looked back resembled more an Antarctic explorer or a Himalayan mountaineer on the last pitch of Everest than any motorcyclist I’d ever seen. Huge hoarfrost was thick across my upper chest and there were several remaining icicles curlicuing from the helmet’s chinbar in wind-twisted shapes. I wished I’d had a camera and someone to take a photo of this, but it was years before smartphones and selfies, and I was freezing, so no such images exist. The image remains crystal clear in memory, though.
A serious error in judgment for sure, but somehow I lived to ride another day.
Here’s an even worse story of a Canadian rider who routinely rides in the far far north, in far colder weather than I, who made an even greater error in judgment. It’s right out of Jack London.**
Almost every long-time rider has at least a few stories like this. I have several others, both summer and winter, but none are more frozen-extreme.
What are your “serious error in judgment” stories?
-- Mr. Subjective, February 2024
PS - You know how fishing stories tend to exaggerate the size of “the one that got away” and how over time the lost fish gets larger? In this story, the more I think about it now, the lower the ambient temperatures were then. I’m thinking that by mid-Alabama it was probably already down around 32ºf, by the time I stopped that night it was maybe 25-29ºf, by the time I passed through Chicago it was around 22ºf, and by the time I finally got home it was somewhere in the teens, maybe 16-18ºf. It was really cold. I also now clearly remember eating a slice of hot apple pie at that Perkins in Eau Claire.
* Electric grips (BMW), gloves (Widder), vest (Widder), sleeves (Widder), and chaps (Widder). All over a base layer or two, and in combination with mid-layers of thick fleece. For you youngsters, Mr. Widder was a USAF WW2 bomber crew member who wore a USAF-issue 110v heated flight suit inside the unpressurized, unheated frozen fuselages of those warplanes. After he came home from the war he pioneered heated rider’s gear, and by the time I came along his son was running the business from a large two-car garage directly behind his Los Angeles-area home. We met a few times at trade shows and once when I’d ridden out to LA for some other business, I’d met him at his home there. A few years later Aerostich acquired a couple of huge old well-used fusing presses which are a type of equipment necessary to make heated gear. These presses heat and fuse together a non-woven fabric layer holding the special resistance heating wires in place. Then we began making Aerostich’s range of Kanetsu heated gear.
**And here’s a link to that classic Jack London story, ‘To Build a Fire’.
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Shortest Mr. Subjective Blog Post Ever
on Jan 30 2024
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I love my iPhone, but apparently have almost no use for it. This is not a competition, just an observation. I see I’m using my motorcycle a lot more than my iPhone. Hmm.
See image below. Wouldn’t it be cool if the instrument panels on motorcycles automatically provided a weekly summary like this? Many years ago there was a popular bumper sticker that read: “Have you hugged your motorcycle today?” Hard to believe, but true.
Personal sidebar: This is also an example of my own youthful hubris. My late father was a hard-working businessman who had a degree in accounting. He worked with numbers the old-fashioned way, longhand, on pages and pages of yellow legal pads, but at some point during his sixties, he added a then-new pocket-size Texas Instruments calculator to his analog paper-pencil-pen tools. He stubbornly never wanted to go further and learn how to use a personal computer, even though they were increasingly everywhere around him. Today, when I look at this screenshot my father stares back. I don’t use social media or play video games. Partly no interest. Partly near the autistic spectrum (little social interest). I became my dad. Crap. Sigh.
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Rat Races, Paradoxes, and Other Stuff I Don't Quite Know What Else To Do With
on Dec 28 2023
A Year-End Collection of Assorted Drivel
“Riding makes every trip a bit of an adventure.”
- Mr. Subjective
Several years ago a couple of my co-workers encouraged me to start writing an Aerostich blog. This was about when we did the Zero Below Zero project during the winter of 2015-16. Here’s a collection of random topics from the past year which for one reason or another were not appended to one of our regular email offers. If you’ve read some of my blogging efforts over the past year, thank you. Happy Holidays from all of us here. We wish you and yours a good new year, with lots of riding.
– “Mr. Subjective" 12-2023
Shiny Stainless Reflections
On December 8th of this year (2023), a week or so after the initial release of the Tesla Cybertruck, Road & Track magazine’s Victoria Scott wrote a wonderful short essay that included this:
“…our vehicles reflect (widespread cultural) anxieties. More than half of vehicles sold today in America are trucks and SUVs; this fueled a new all-time high for the average weight of a new passenger vehicle in 2022, which hit a staggering 4329 pounds. Pickup buyers, more frequently than other types of vehicle owners, say they enjoy their trucks because they are “powerful” and “rugged”. Most new vehicle buyers rate vehicle safety as a top priority in their purchases, and larger vehicles are indeed safer for occupants than small ones (although they have vastly more negative externalities, such as tire particulates and dead pedestrians).”
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Totally Rideable
After I made the youthful transition from pedal-bicycling to motorcycling I’d often find myself daydreaming about riding motorcycles. Almost anything could trigger a lapse from reality into moto-fantasizing. The moment I’d obtained my driver’s license and a small license-plated moto I was out exploring my local world by simply wandering around looking for interesting trails to explore, obstacles to overcome, and hills to climb. Even when not actually riding it was hard to be in the natural world without silently visualizing, evaluating, and projecting its ridable potential. Didn’t matter if the passing landscape was a smoothly mowed manicured residential lawn, a golf course or park, an overgrown dense forest, or a steep rough, rocky slope.
I’d be sitting in the rear seat of my parent’s car going somewhere just looking out the side window daydreaming and constantly calculating what riding ‘there’, and ‘there’, and ‘there’ would be like. Suddenly I’d see a gap in the passing scenery which suggested a route and think: “That is totally rideable.” A few moments later I might spy a forest with a relatively open understory and I’d look into the gaps and tell myself this forest was “totally rideable”.
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Not Another Paradox
We humans have spent the last few hundred years very earnestly, carefully, and diligently building a world where it is ever easier to move about efficiently, comfortably, and conveniently in order to obtain all of the things we want or need. From groceries to manila envelopes to lipstick to health care to haircuts, to you-name-it, everything we seem to require or desire has become ever more interconnected via a superbly organized carefully constructed highly engineered system of roads, rails, and other mobility augmentation technologies. Including ever-improving motorcycles and rider’s gear. After centuries of work and an incalculably large investment, getting stuff and going places has never been easier, safer, and more comfortable. But in this pursuit maybe we’re about to be like the proverbial dog that chases passing cars until one day finally catching one and is bewildered because it doesn’t know what to do with it. If the car had been a rabbit, and the dog had been a wolf, it would be a meal. But those days for dogs are long gone.
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A Funny Science Experiment
This link is to a write-up of a very funny science experiment. Back in 2014, someone wondered what would happen if a hamster wheel was placed in a forest. Would wild mice use it? And if they did, why? I only fast-scanned this. I’ll spare you the effort: If you place a hamster wheel in the forest, wild mice will run on it when nobody is around. The scientists who set up this experiment are not sure why.
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ICE vs. Electric
These days lots of people are thinking about the future of ICEs (Internal Combustion Engines) vs ‘electrics’ and are trying to make realistic projections about various things related to the widely anticipated transition. One personal thought experiment involves today's excellent electric fireplace inserts, which provide both room heat and a highly realistic simulacrum of a traditional fire.
Managing combustion is so old within us it may have become partly encoded in our human DNA. I recently read about an experiment done by scientists in the UK which slightly bears on this. They wanted to find out if wild mice in a forest would use a randomly encountered hamster wheel. They do, which means this behavior is something deep within the neural architecture and chemistry of field mouse brains. Aside from questioning how those scientists obtained the funding to do this crazy experiment in the first place, it probably usefully informs lots of other kinds of mammalian things like, for example, why we enjoy riding motorcycles, making and hearing music, dancing, why we seem drawn to fire, why some run for recreation and why dogs put their head out the window of a moving car.
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By The Numbers
Based on over 140 years of record keeping, today, January 17th (2023), is supposed to be the coldest day of the year in Duluth. I think the average low temperature here on this day is something like minus two (ºf) and the average daily high is nineteen. Instead, what we actually got was a high of 37º under dark cloudy skies. This after an unusual two-day steady and sometimes hard mid-winter rainfall which cut our five feet of already fallen snow down by at least half.
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A Quirky Video
This morning (March 29, 2023) I watched this sort of tedious and longish educational video about traffic problems in the largest city in the Bahamas. Enjoyed it enough to think maybe you’ll find it interesting as well, if you have the time...
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What is Technology?
Technology is our creation and the resulting array of physical things that are useful. There are two types of technology: Physical and metaphysical. Physical technologies are things like making a fire, doing agriculture and husbandry, and making tools and buildings and machines. Metaphysical technologies are ideas and beliefs. Things like (for example) religions, which are useful for raising good children and dealing with the forever unknowable vastness and neutrality of the universe. Mathematics is a kind of bridge between the realm of physical and metaphysical technologies. What is Morality? The creation and application of metaphysical technologies.
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Happy New Year, 2024! Let's hope it's a good one.
- Mr. Subjective, 12-28-2023
PS – A note about blogging and vlogging. I have some good help. I never thought of myself as a blogger or a vlogger (video blogger) but these days print catalogs are largely obsolete and everyone does business online, so I have been forced to adapt. Still, I miss the challenges and fun of making print catalogs. Now that Aerostich’s pioneering recipe for modern rider gear has gone worldwide via many others, one way for us to differentiate our brand and ideas (simplicity, non-fashion, many sizes, etc) from all the other constantly “new and improved” (mostly marketing BS) gear is to tell stories by blogging and vlogging, in the hope that our audience will find us and our products and service more appealing than someone else’s. This is working, in the sense that we are stable in our niche but most recreational riders are vulnerable to the marketing claims of "new and improved”. And again, we are grateful to be where we are. Apart from most of that. Despite developing/designing many rider-gear products, I’ve never been a “new and improved” person. Last week I was grocery shopping and picked up a bag of my favorite chips (blue corn chips) which I’d been buying for many years. The bag read “Now even better tasting!” and I silently wondered if I had been eating bad-tasting chips all these years without realizing it, and regardless of that, I was perfectly happy with the way the chips tasted before. Marketing is ridiculous. People are so vulnerable to techniques like this. If you have read all of this, you know marketing. You know this.
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on Dec 28 2023
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On December 8th of this year (2023), a week or so after the release of the Tesla Cybertruck, Road & Track magazine’s Victoria Scott wrote a wonderful short essay that included this:
“…our vehicles reflect (widespread cultural) anxieties. More than half of vehicles sold today in America are trucks and SUVs; this fueled a new all-time high for the average weight of a new passenger vehicle in 2022, which hit a staggering 4329 pounds. Pickup buyers, more frequently than other types of vehicle owners, say they enjoy their trucks because they are “powerful” and “rugged”. Most new vehicle buyers rate vehicle safety as a top priority in their purchases, and larger vehicles are indeed safer for occupants than small ones (although they have vastly more negative externalities, such as tire particulates and dead pedestrians).”
Humpf. I get it. She’s 1000% correct. It’s easy to see, literally everywhere. One would have to be heavily sedated or sleeping like Rip Van Winkle to miss this, and importantly it’s not wonderful news for everyday street motorcycling riders here in America.
While some places in Europe have recently noted increases in lightweight and mid-sized motorcycle and scooter sales, here with few exceptions (dual-sport and ADV bikes), sales of most kinds of motorcycles have been flat or declining for several years. Editor Scott’s wonderful short R&T essay helped me better absorb the zeitgeist surrounding motorcycling in America. Her full essay is here, and it’s not behind a paywall. And, for a slightly deeper dive into the increased popularity of light trucks and SUVs, this is another excellent essay.
Adding anything to this without mentioning political aspects probably isn’t possible. For example, on March 4th, 1933, President Franklin Roosevelt in his inaugural address to the nation famously said: “We have nothing to fear but fear itself.” Those were dark times as most Americans struggled through the depths of the Great Depression. Consciously and unconsciously motorcycle riders confront a diverse range of fears directly and in real time. Motorcycling teaches riders the ‘nothing-to-fear-but-fear-itself’ lesson in so powerful a way riding is not only good for individual riders, but is also good for society. Is there independently verifiable evidence for this? No. Can I offer documented historical support for such a claim? No. Only my years of personal riding experiences, which for better or worse, helped form those beliefs.
Riding, even for short distances, and regardless of the model, style, or age of the machine, always helps me feel better and better understand and appreciate more completely and gratefully my place in the universe. My body naturally craves the neural endorphins released by all kinesthetic activities, from walking to skating to skiing to sailing to riding. Among these, motorcycle riding is the most easily incorporated into routine daily life. I can’t sail, ski, skate or surf to work and for errand-running.
Do I admire the new Cybertruck? Yes, without reservation. It’s an amazing machine from an amazing company led by an amazing fellow. Would I want one as a gift? Nope, at least for any purpose other than quickly selling it to provide money for other things, because whenever I try to imagine myself using one, all I can think of is the unwanted attention I’d receive. For the record, whenever I’m motorcycling, other than the conspicutity aspect, I don’t appreciate whatever non-traffic tactical awareness’s may be directed toward me by drivers of four-wheeled vehicles. But there’s a difference. For the moment using Cybertruck evidences one’s strength, wealth, bad-assedness and coolness – and to most non-riding people any motorcycle, no matter how technically or artistically interesting, evidences its rider to have a bit of immaturity mixed with an unwise disregard for personal safety.
Production Cybertruck at Tesla Fremont Factory parking lot, taken by Lcaa9.
We are all evolutionarily pre-disposed to admire, celebrate and follow heroic, strong, confident leader-types. Not individuals who may be compensating for some kind of unknown missing psychological piece. Unfortunately, this is probably how motorcycle riders in general are being understood by the largest majority of car, SUV, and light truck drivers. It is a profound lack of understanding.
Regardless of how many are ever sold, the innovative Tesla machine is a great halo-vehicle for that business. Way back in 1953 the Corvette sports car provided a similar halo-effect for Chevrolet. Just as its creators had hoped, the two seat sports car drew more driver-consumers to the brand, who then bought sedans and station wagons. In 1964½ the fresh Ford Mustang did this same halo-thing for Ford. All three machines captured the zeitgeist at the time of their introduction perfectly, and cast a bright halo around the brands they represented.
For Chevy, back in 53, most Americans were enjoying rising postwar affluence and the beginnings of the interstate highway system. New roads were opening everywhere and all of them seemed to lead toward exciting experiences. For Ford, the 64½ zeitgeist involved new levels and kinds of self-fulfillment, liberation, a sexual revolution, and the seemingly unlimited potentials of an approaching aquarian age. For Tesla in 2023, the dominant mood is everone’s broadly underlying fear that everything is falling apart, so a Cybertruck could be your aspirational personal tank: a powerful sci-fi car for safely driving through a presumed oncoming apocalypse. Today we apparently have everything to fear.
All technologies exist to improve our lives and increase our personal odds for longer-term survival. They do this partly by protecting and insulating us from the unknown difficulties, discomforts and uncertainties surrounding us. But there’s a Catch. The less we know about the people and situations around us from shared direct first-hand experiences, the greater is the potential is for us to become more and more afraid. Cars, light trucks and SUVs, as wonderfully useful and enjoyable as they are are, provide an everyday example of this simple truth. For multiple reasons, compared to conventional light trucks and SUV’s, the Cybertruck dials this up to eleven.
Side note (now a word from our sponsor…): The various digital technologies which so recently have given us the internet, social media, email, online gaming, and many other powerful and useful tools, do this as well. Despite the increased ease of connecting and working with others (by phone, text, email, etc) these technologies provide, we are all increasingly being isolated each other and from nature.. Most technologies come with this same double-edged blade. Enclosed motor vehicles and digital simulacrums inescapably dissolve some of the glues the traditional less-sheltering and less-siloing human experiences provide. Those experiences nourish all of our social contract protocols, and those in turn are foundational for broadly civil behavior, and for advancing civilization-in-general.
Back to the Cybertruck and motorcycles. Most riders are well aware the average age of American motorcyclists has been increasing in a kind of weird synchrony with the rising popularity of well-sealed, infotainment-enhanced, slab-sided pickups and SUV’s. These parallel yet intersecting deltas not only make it more difficult for those working at providing motorcycles and related goods and services for riders, they also make a few things worse for everyone. Riders and non-riders alike.
A Cybertruck teaches its owner to be ever more fearful on each drive because it is so superior at isolating its driver and passengers from the rest of us, and from nature. No motorcycle does that, despite many riders choosing gear seemingly stylized to be a means of amplifiying this result (Example: a flat black helmet with a de-humanizing mirrored face shield, etc). Every motorcycle teaches its rider to be a bit less afraid on every ride. This is especially true if one figures out how to ride more or less safely and comfortably through lousy weather. In most circumstances, I selfishly prefer riding my motorcycle and what it does for me: biologically, neurologically, and philosophically.
Regardless of the thickness of your wallet, the choice is yours.
on Dec 28 2023
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After making the youthful transition from a bicycle to motorcycle, I often found myself daydreaming about motorcycle riding. Simply looking out over the countryside was enough to trigger a lapse from reality into moto-fantasizing. In reality, I was exploring my local world by simply wandering around looking for interesting trails to explore, obstacles to overcome, and hills to climb while in my imagination I was also in the natural world, silently projecting its ridable potential. Didn’t matter if the passing landscape was a smoothly mowed and manicured residential lawn, a golf course or park, an overgrown dense forest, or a steep rough, rocky slope. I’d be sitting in the rear seat of my parent’s car going somewhere just looking out the side window and daydreaming by endlessly calculating what riding ‘there’, ‘there’, and ‘there’ would be like. There’d be a small gap in the passing scenery which suggested a route and think: “That is totally rideable.” Moments later I might see an area of mature forest with a relatively open understory and I’d look into the gaps and tell myself this forest was “totally rideable”. Passing a golf course, marina, or even an unexplored alley in a residential neighborhood I’d automatically visualize riding there and think “that ______ (whatever) looks totally rideable.”
This phase of low-level autistic-y fantasy games lasted years. It all looked like fun. As my actual riding experiences accumulated, my skills and the motorcycles beneath me improved, so the range of totally rideable terrain expanded. Eventually, maybe 80% of all passing landscapes looked “totally rideable”. I remained lost in my own world like this for years, silently and nearly continuously evaluating an infinite geography that my motorcycle’s tires could be directed to encounter.
Now I’m an old man and though this isn’t the first thing I think about as I ride or drive along, this calculus remains deeply embedded and can be called up instantaneously. I’ll still look at any hillside or landscape and think “that ______(whatever) is totally rideable.” In a few years, I’ll be lying inside a coffin heading for interment somewhere, and as the solemn pallbearers, mourners and I enter the graveyard together, my spirit will poke its head up through the lid of the coffin and look across the peaceful surroundings, and I’ll be thinking “this place looks totally rideable.”
on Dec 28 2023
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We humans have spent the last few hundred years very earnestly, carefully, and diligently building a world where it is ever easier to move about efficiently, comfortably, and conveniently in order to obtain all of the things we want or need. From groceries to manila envelopes to lipstick to health care to haircuts, to you-name-it, everything we seem to require or desire has become ever more interconnected via a superbly organized carefully constructed highly engineered system of roads, rails, and other mobility augmentation technologies. Including ever-improving motorcycles and rider’s gear. After centuries of work and an incalculably large investment, getting stuff and going places has never been easier, safer, and more comfortable. But in this pursuit maybe we’re about to be like the proverbial dog that chases passing cars until one day finally catching one and is bewildered because it doesn’t know what to do with it. If the car had been a rabbit, and the dog had been a wolf, it would be a meal. But those days for dogs are long gone.
It is an important difference. Suddenly, after making everything easy to obtain and every place easy to get to, all a lot of us want to do is stay home and have stuff brought to us, assuming it is within our means to afford. The next level of convenience and luxury is to have everything delivered. Nice, but what does this teach us?
It’s not narrowly about the advent of the internet, the smartphone, online retail, and social media. Nor is it about lessons from the recent Covid pandemic/plague. Nor the aging demographics of richer more advanced cultures. Nope, none of that. Rather it is about our insatiable desire for control and comfort. We simply enjoy our comforts and one of them is the calming security of familiar surroundings. We are comfort seekers above all else.
Having everything brought to you is simply what comes next. On a silver platter, if possible, and by uniformed well-groomed footmen. It’s what royalty and privilege have always been about. “Farmboy, peel me a grape.” “As you wish…” Consuming acts of service is the ultimate convenience and luxury.
When I was a little boy, going for a ride with Mom and Dad after work meant fun, and possibly an ice cream cone along the way. The family all happily piled into the car, rolled the windows down, and off we went into a great unknown. Sometimes this involved visiting relatives, occasionally it involved shopping or exploring, but most of the time it was simply sightseeing with a stop for ice cream somewhere. Can you imagine any of this happening in an American family today?
For whatever reason, the coolest thing about moving myself through the world behind the handlebars of a motorcycle involves managing the logistics and kinesthetics more than the destinations or scenery. I enjoy the calm comforts of home as much as the next person but I also enjoy the experience of riding greatly enough to prefer a trip to a store or workplace over ordering whatever is needed online. It always makes me feel better to ride there, and then return home with whatever I’d gone out for. Could this be partly why heating with self-gathered wood when camping feels so nice?
Sitting securely inside the safe comfortable near-hermetically sealed capsule of a modern car, I almost may as well have ordered the ______ (whatever) from the comfort of my home. About fifty years ago Bob Dylan sang:“Something’s happening here and I don’t know what it is.” I don’t know what it is either, Bob. But whatever it is, it sure as hell is something.

