In This Issue
- Summer Rally Reports
- Rally Breakfast by BMW of OKC
- The president is actually going to ride!
- Upcoming Events
by our roving reporter, Randall Eggert
Thursday – THURSDAY – August 14th
Yes, on Thursday!
Hopefully I’ve gotten your attention. Da room was scheduled by someone else on our normal day, so we are meeting on Thursday at the Martin Regional Library, 2710 S. Garnett in Tulsa. We’ll convene at 7:00 pm as usual, other than being Thursday.
Last month we asked club members and email subscribers to rate a variety of possible club activities. Some of them received high marks and others- um, not so much.
We’ll share the results and the submitted suggestions at the August meeting.
Good news, everyone! My new final drive works and got me to St Paul and back and still got decent mileage. The old final that I brought to the meeting is still in the same state; able to wobble the parts around and with weight on it, sounds like a rusty gate closing.
We had several guests drop by and listen to me and Norma ramble on. Hope to see again Jeff Hill and Steve Curtis.
The Oklahoma Rally
September 26 is getting closer and closer. Registrations for our Indian Nations Rally are coming in and plans are coming together. We want to send a big thank you to our newest sponsor, BMW Motorcycles of Oklahoma City! The owner, A.C. Spencer, is supporting the club by helping us out with the breakfast for Saturday morning. THANK YOU.
Paonia – Top of the Rockies
The ride to Pain was interesting for Oklahoma in July. My temp gauge showed 55 degrees as we headed west on Hwy 412. We ran into showers all the way through Guymon with temps staying in the mid 50’s. Had to turn on the heated grips across the panhandle as we battled a “cold” southwestern cross wind. As Steve and I headed west of Cimmaron on the way to Taos the storm clouds and lightening was ominous looking. We didn’t get far before the rain began. Just east of Eagles Nest, as we climbed in elevation we rounded a curve and it looked like it had just snowed. Everything was white from hail that had turned to slush in the rain.
Fortunately, several cars had gone through ahead of us and we were able to ride in their tire tracks. This slowed us down considerably. Once we got through this the rai
n let up and we stopped in Taos for the night. We left Taos at 7am in cool temps again, but no more rain. We had the road over the pass north of Tres Padres basically to ourselves. We only saw three vehicles in about a twenty mile span. We decided to take the long way to Paonia by heading to Cortez and following Hwy 145 along the Dolores river making our way to Ridgeway and on up to Montrose. Here we also decided to take the route up Hwy 92 along the north ridge of the Black Canyon rather than taking the slab up to Delta and heading into Paonia. The ride along the canyon offers some spectacular views into the canyon. It also gives plenty of opportunity for testing your sidewalls… We pulled into the metropolis of Paonia and made our way to the park, set up camp, checked in and changed into “relaxed mode”. There were already a couple of hundred people at the rally. We found Bob, Mike and Kendall in the tent city, pulled up a chair and discussed riding options for next few days. I did have a major problem in camp that evening! My left boot sole just fell apart. Don’t know what happened, but the sole was disintegrating and there was no way to patch it up to get me home.
Now, where am I going to find new boots? After some research and asking some
locals, striking out at the motorcycle shop, I ended up at a store similar to Atwoods. Luckily I was able to find a pair of boots to fit my narrow feet….now time to find some twisty mountain roads. The cool ride out was replaced with some pretty warm weather in Colorado. The temps in the canyons were pretty consistent in mid to high 90’s. Steve and I went for the paved twisties while Bob, Mike and Kendall headed for other areas. The riding was great and the rally site was well shaded. There were plenty of bikes to look at and I visited with people from all over the US and one rider from Canada. They said there were riders from 35 states and a couple of riders from Canada. There was live music each night and there were food vendors in the park including one with a wood fired oven preparing pizza. I think the rally was well organized and definitely has the towns support. This was my first time attending this rally although I have heard a lot about it over the years from other club members. The ride home started out at 46 degrees and me in my electric vest and hand grips fired up. It didn’t really warm up til I reached Salida and then it was comfortable until I reached I-25 at Trinidad. From there on it just continued to get hotter until it maxed out at 102 degrees in the panhandle. Eight hundred fifty plus miles from Paonia to home. Left at 6am and arrived home a little before 9pm. I didn’t bring my camelbac so I took a few water breaks along the way and one long break in Woodward for dinner. I left home with 59,401 miles showing on the odometer and pulled back into the garage with 62,000 exactly. 2,599 miles in five days or 519 mile average per day. Not having been on an extended trip for quite a while, this was a great way to ease back into some extended riding. Thanks to Jim for the story and pics.
And from Kendall
My understanding, there were 377 present. It was very cool at the Rally. It did not rain at the rally, but the NEO BMW members rode in the rain going out. Present were Mike Vaughn, Bob Gillispie, Steve McClung, Jim Loggin, and Kendall Smith. After the rally Bob rode the three paved Passes he did not have. He now has crossed all the listed paved Passes in Colorado.
BMW MOA National – St. Paul – Rolling on the River
With an attendance of some 6,500+ people, I think our club was well represented, as one time or another, the following people were seen.
Rex Brown, David Carter, Nathalie Dauer, Walter Dauer, Randall Eggert, Bob McBratney, John Moore, Steve Moore, Norma Jo Quapaw, Myron Quapaw, Anita Pearson, Bruce Person, Wes Fitzer – NEO member since January and a newly elected member of the MOA Board.
Bob McBratney and I met up at the Shell Convenience (Snack) store at Pine and US-169 a bit before 8 to take off going north. It hadn’t gotten hot yet but the day was just starting. To make things more enjoyable (for us), we stuck to 2 lane roads most of the way to St Paul. Very little traffic, as more than one time, we were paralleling I-35 going north. Kansas City was ‘fun’ to take one of the by-passes around with other traffic running around us.
The heat and rash on my bottom determined a mid-way stopping point in Knoxville, Iowa, home of the Sprint Car Capital of the World. We were only about a mile north of the stadium, a decent sized structure in the little town. We stayed in a little motel, not looking its best, but the rooms were clean, the water hot, and the window unit gave us wonderful comfort during our stay. The owner is a part time gardener and had plants and flowers in bloom around the facility. On our way back to the motel from a diner that really didn’t have much to write home about, we stopped in a Goodwill store,
still open after 8, and I bought a pair of khakis that were infinitely more comfy than the jeans I was wearing that day. I found a pair in a comfortable waist size and appropriately long. I spent a whopping $4 and the label said Eddie Bauer. They, or shorts, were my lower attire for the rest of the trip. The following morning gleaned us a piece of fruit from the breakfast bar, and we were on our way. It was already oppressive, and I could see it sprinkling in the sunshine, but not very hard. Bob moved his bike under the overhang, and I just packed up where I was. The falling stuff was cooler than the air and humidity. It quickly dissipated going north out of town. My prior night’s call to Paula gave me the weather in St Paul as it was having some nasty temps and a 79 degree dew point on Monday. Ugh! I don’t remember how long it was, but I think by the time we had crossed the causeway across Lake Red Rock several miles north of town that we had both watched coming up on our GPS maps, it seemed we hit the cool front and it dropped into the 70s with low humidity. Nice, as it generally held for the remainder of the week up north.
Iowa is really pushing wind energy as we saw hundreds of spinning blades on top of towers during our ride north through the state. One time, we saw a number of new units being stored in a dirt lot along the side of the highway next to a railroad siding. Shoulda’ taken a picture. Since Bob was leading, and my GPS was drilled in, I didn’t even know we had passed Des Moines and was further north in the state when we stopped for lunch at some steak house that seemed popular with the locals. In the town, the temps were warmer, but upon returning to the rural roads, the temps were friendly again. Something to do with ‘heat island’?
As we approached St Paul, 4 lanes seemed the de rigueur of getting around. We left our proposed path upon reading a construction zone sign and did some flip arounds to get back on route. Paralleling the fairgrounds, I was wanting to turn left into it, but found that entrance to the grounds had an exchange with an exit on the right. Okay, we’ll try the next left. Then we were on the North end of the fairgrounds, and find people to direct us in. We set up tents less than 100 yards from registration, and about 15 yards from the convenience room, and < 10 yards from an outlet. I still need a bigger tent, as my fold-up collapsible cot has to be inserted into the tent with the last section uncompleted, and finally fully assembled within the tent. Then, I have to flip it over. Nice dirt, nice grass. Dense dirt, but a tent stake would go in with a FIRM mash into the ground.
I really didn’t grasp the expanse of the place until I volunteered a shift on the tram that ferried people about the fairgrounds. It’s one of the largest fairgrounds in America!
Sleeping was good that night after a venture outside the grounds to a nearby pub for suds and grub. Although tasty, we found more stuff than we could eat at within a mile during our limited time (and cheaper than those providing food on the grounds). Wednesday, I spent with the MOA Club Liaison in one of the large non-air conditioned buildings. The massive thing was nice all day since the previous night and day had allowed it to cool off. The MOA building and Vendor’s building had air piped in from portable air conditioners to keep visitors happy and their wallets open.
Upon returning to my campsite that afternoon, the property had become much more crowded with tents, no less than 8′ apart (a regulation of the Health Department). I found out later the Fairgrounds people were used to several hundred thousand visiting during the day, but they would all go home at night. We apparently were an adjustment since we stayed overnight. Rex and John Moore were almost under a building’s canopy, camped in the grass between the sidewalk and a garden planted nearby.
The 8′ regulation made for interesting campsites, some being on the center island between the inbound and outbound lanes near the main entrance. I also heard that 6 personnel from the city came in with 8′ PVC sticks and declared a tent had to be moved. I think that was a Thursday, and we didn’t see them the rest of the week. I attended a number of meetings with MOA officers and Board and got to hear more than the usual scuttlebutt.
To handle the attendees two semi-trailers of showers were brought in each one having 8 to 10 doors outside giving access inside. I preferred the showers in the base of the water tower on the edges of grounds. Complete men’s and women’s facilities in the bottom of the water tower with fantastic water pressure. Also there were laundry facilities that I finally used Saturday.
The seminars seems to be mainly of people selling their wares and services. Even though I decided that my blue suit was not an intended for the riding I’ve been doing for the past 14 years in it. One that I found interesting was how to pack wisely for your trip. His discussion was peppered with suggestions from the audience on how they handled specific examples. One lady mentioned something that I didn’t hear, and he didn’t repeat, after a resounding laugh from him and those who heard her. When it came to riding gear, his complement on the Duluth company is they make excellent outer jackets for wearing over your clothing for commuting to work in.
Another seminar was a fund raising and education on the Minnesota Raptors. A specific, meat eating bird, with a hooked beak for tearing flesh, that hunt with their talons and take elsewhere to consume their prey in safety. They receive these birds that get injured in the wild, or lost a tangle with civilization. They attempt to re-habilate the birds for re-release, but some suffer injures that force them to remain a resident at the facility for the rest of their lives, aided by the University of Minnesota just on the other side of the fence from the fairgrounds. He brought 4 birds with him and spoke extensively about each, a Kestrel, Great Horned Owl, Bald Eagle, and another smaller bird that I don’t remember. He spoke of T.V. shows where the bird and handler get along famously, but informs us the birds just tolerate their handlers, knowing where their food comes from. (Did I say this right?) I did hear $50k / yr for feeding?
One of the meetings where local officers met with the board and queried them on how they are there to assist us. One young lady there was known to most of the group and quietly asked her question. Little would I realized that person could shake the innards of my brain when she shrieked out, somewhat behind me at the awards ceremony upon winning one of the big dollar, overseas, BMW tours in Europe. Whoa! I also met Tim from Edmond who queried about their dealer’s position in the new club that he’s a member of in Tulsa. What was really interesting, was Tim was sitting beside me during that session. Will look forward to meeting him again.
Pictures above were taken by Rex while at the rally. More can be viewed on his Flickr album: BMW MOA 2014 Rally. The boring tower (right) is mine, and you can see how excited Dave is below.
Sunday morning woke to the noise of tents being disassembled and packed away for the trip home. I had got my own gear down to 4 packs and went to seek breakfast – not a long line, but slow. Upon my return, Dr. McBratney had taken off to the NorthEast, and I kicked Dave’s tent at reveille so we could commence going. I had one place to go before leaving the city, and Dave was wondering about my brain’s direction finder. (Especially after I had turned on to the tramway tracks hoping I wasn’t going to be playing “Chicken” with a 5 car tram. Overlooking the Mississippi and the downtown Airpark is a bluff and a city park surrounding some of the Indian grave Mounds still present and fenced off. What I was looking for was a beacon built on top of a steel tower in 1929 that aided the Air Mail pilots located there. This particular tower was a terminus for the Chicago to St Paul air mail back then. It was part of the yellow painted, concrete arrows built going across the United States and its territories to get mail to the west coast in that same time period.
Although a different route, Dave and I did the same as Bob and I coming up, stuck to the two lanes. Once I re-set my GPS from “SHORTEST” to “FASTEST”, the bouncing back from Road “A”, to Road “B”, to Road “C”, back to Road “A” quit, and the rest of the trip was more straightforward. The cool that had been unseasonal, even for Minnesota, followed us back almost all the way to Tulsa. Sunday never got warmer than 73 and was always at our back. Unfortunately, we had to hunt for real gas in Iowa, as they grow corn there and like the money Gasohol adds to their state coffers. Pull into a small town’s gas station with two pumps. You had a choice of 87 Gasohol, or 87 Gasohol. Jumping into Missouri, we motored another 25 miles to Dave’s daughter and son-in-law’s house in Maryville. Up the next morning, going about 100 miles to a Waffle House on the north side of Kansas City, subsequently took I-35 west and south to hook up with US-169, and follow it down to Tulsa. Right about rush hour.
New & Renewed Members
Welcome to our most recent new members and those who have renewed their membership.
- Shawn Tatyrek; Yukon, OK
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August 16 (Sat) 9:00 am – Breakfast ride to Barnsdall– Ready to leave at QT on US-75 & OK-20 north of Tulsa. We’ll be heading to Garrett’s Country Store & Grill in Barnsdall, about 35 miles distant. After that? Who knows.
September 4-6 (Fri-Sun) -Sipapu Ski & Summer Resort – Land of Enchantment BMW Riders $45 / $55 for pre and at the door. 39.15279 -105.5482
September 9 (Tue) Monthly Club Meeting 7:00 pm – Monthly Meeting
September 20, Saturday – Sulphur, OK – Burger Cookout – The Lone Star BMW Riders Club do an annual cookout in the Bromide Pavillion in Chickasaw National Park. A good day ride. The goodies start cooking at noon and shut down at 2 pm. $5/pp. 34.497162, -96.983466
September 26-28 – Indian Nations Rally – Ours!
Rally items needed
Towels and rags. I brought a bunch last year that proved helpful, and tossed them without thinking we’ll need ’em next year, this year. Contributions will be accepted at our meetings.