As a test of my new bike's abilities, I decided a one-night camp would be a suitable first outing. I chose a familiar destination with all the elements of an adventure ride: highway, twisties, and light offroad.
On this trip, I had plenty of accompaniment - Rebecca drove the Feista with the dogs and our friends Paul & Eryn joined us in their Ford Ranger 2x4. I still packed as if I'd be self-sufficient. As a matter of fact, I packed MORE than I would on my own, since my boxes included two sets of hammock gear and Rebecca's full-face helmet in case she'd like to ride near camp. I had absolutely nothing hanging or strapped to the outside - the SW-Motech boxes worked splendidly. Not only that, but the weight kept me planted on the road, with zero push from the sidewinds. I had a theory that the "non aero" qualities kept more of a "pull" in the forward/rearward direction, which accounted for this arrangement feeling even better than with passenger.
We drove one stretch from Richmond to Charlottesville, then a small push to exit 99 onto the Blue Ridge Parkway. On the highway, the bike was comfortable. I felt fine with arms resting on the bars and feet squarely planted on the pegs. I doubt I'll need any tweaks of the riding position for all-day stints. Once on The Parkway (in the dark, on only the second bike I've ever owned) I stayed much closer to the speed limit of 45 and enjoyed the surprises in the form of deer spottings and one near-smear of a raccoon scampering across the road!
At a certain undisclosed location, we continued on fireroad to our campsite. We emptied the Fiesta and made this stretch with bike leading 2x4, filled with dogs and chicks. This was the first time Paul'd made a run offroad in the first truck he's owned - and he ATTACKED the trail. I was moving kind of quickly in order to have some momentum moving uphill, but every time I'd pull over to look back he'd be bouncing up the road behind me. It was great to see the look of joy on his face as we both made pretty quick work of the ruts and rocks.
I had only my center box for the drive up the hill, but in retrospect I think the outcome would have been the same. The suspension and tires felt fine as I tried to navigate wisely and turn into or around obstacles with intent. There were only slight "bar twisters" but a loose but aggressive style seemed to be the answer to these surprises. I'm a bit used to the feel from mountain biking, but the key to motorcyles seems to have more to do with the lean and your weight over the bike.
Once we'd reached the windy ridgeline, Paul immediately started a fire and we huddled around. The dogs explored as we set up camp for the night. Since we're insane, and have THREE dogs, I slept in the hammock next to the tent while Rebecca kept herself cozy with the mutts. Ruprecht, though, wimpered on and off at my absence.
The next morning I set up the goPro on 30-second blast and put together this mini-sunrise:
The ride down was fun. I packed the bike fully and felt fine weaving through the trail. We explored through the more heavily wooded Rhodedendron, where the boxes picked up a few scratches of honor. The first mod I made to the bike was removing the stock stickers, but perhaps I'll be adding some vinyl to the boxes after all ;-)
In the daylight, the Blue Ridge Parkway was magnificent! The corners were exhilarating - matched only by the views.
On my jaunt home on 64, I used the add-on pegs for another foot position which really helped relieve the monotonous saddle. The large windscreen shielded me well as I stood during some of the slower paced (55mph) sections to stretch the bum. In no time I was east of the city, as I headed to the Chickahominy River to help Peyton pour some concrete post holes...paying ahead some pulls behind the boat this summer.
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