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Sunday, June 29, 2003 - Dan Illowsky
![]() Dan Illowsky I stopped by to see Dan Illowsky for lunch today. He has a new startup, Procedural Data Systems. The idea is to make it easier for different devices like cell phones, computers, cameras and printers to communicate with each other. It's cool stuff and the demos are impressive. As the number and variety of devices proliferate the need to make them communicate with each other grows. This is my last journal entry for this trip. I've developed a case of gotta-get-home-itus. I miss Deb and my cats. A quick run up I-5 and I'll be there tomorrow evening.
Saturday, June 28, 2003 - Santa Cruz and San Francisco
![]() The Santa Cruz Boardwalk My trip is almost over. Today I'm visiting Santa Cruz and San Francisco. Tomorrow I'm heading home. ![]() View of the lighthouse from the wharf ![]() Sea lions lounging under the wharf ![]() An artist paints by the sea ![]() ![]() ![]() Jonathan Clark I've come to San Francisco to visit Jonathan Clark. His company, Jitit, sells Thinstall. It's an excellent product that solves a growing problem for many Windows developers. We walked around Fishermans' Wharf and climbed up to enjoy the view from Coit Tower. ![]() Sea lions taking over Fishermans' Wharf ![]() Downtown San Francisco viewed from Coit Tower ![]() San Francisco, like Paris, is meant to be seen by night.
Friday, June 27, 2003 - Old friends
![]() Charlie Anderson & Roger Schlafly This trip is really turning into a Borland oldtimers reunion. It's terrific to see so many good friends again. I had lunch with Chuck Jazdzewski and Danny Thorpe (both still at Borland) and dinner with Charlie Anderson and Roger Schlafly. I'll tell you a little story about Roger. Borland was a young, successful company and experiencing the kind of hypergrowth that has since become the signature of silicon valley. We quickly grew big enough to hire professional security guards to keep watch over the building. There were even security cameras installed throughout the hallways and at each of the entrances. It was an open question as to just how effective all this was at protecting the building and its contents so Roger devised a simple plan to test it. One night after work he put on a ski mask and carried a computer around the building making a special effort to parade in front of each of the security cameras. What happened? Nothing! Now I have to tell one on myself. I had somehow amassed a large collection of Hazeltine Model 1 terminals. These were huge, heavy boxes and by 1988 nothing more than obselete, worthless computer junk. What to do with them? I could throw them out but it would take a couple of empty dumpsters to hold them all. No, there had to be a more creative way to dispose of them. I asked my housemate, and fellow Borland programmer, Tony Ingenoso, if he would help me to, er, donate them to Borland? Tony was every bit as mischievous as me and immediately agreed. We waited until the early hours of the morning, before sunrise, and hauled several carloads of Hazeltine terminals to the outdoor fountain in front of the building and stacked them into a pyramid directly under the water flow. What a sight the next day!
Thursday, June 26, 2003 - Hearst Castle
![]() Hearst Castle William Randolph Hearst's castle in San Simeon is the closest thing to European architectural opulence that you'll ever experience on this continent. Hearst set out to impress and succeeded wildly. After his death the castle was donated to the State of California and is still impressing thousands of visitors every year. ![]() The guest house Even the guest house is magnificent. ![]() The dining room Hearst would sit in the center of the table with each guest positioned near him relative to their welcome. You could tell it was time for you to go when you were being seated near the end of the table. ![]() The indoor swimming pool I'm looking forward to taking Deb on a tour of highway 1 some day. You can be sure we'll stop to see Hearst Castle. Don't miss it! You can find more information on these web sites: Hearst castle Friends of Hearst Castle ![]() The camera doesn't do justice to the spectacular scenery along highway 1. If you enjoy motorcycling you have to make a point of riding it at least once. ![]() The best time to go is on a week day when traffic will be lightest. San Luis Obispo to Santa Cruz is just 185 miles, a good one day ride which will leave you with time to visit Hearst Castle and plenty of photo stops along the way. If you have a day to spare think about staying overnight to explore Big Sur national park. ![]() David and Judy Ow My first stop in Santa Cruz was my favorite Mexican restaurant, El Chino (2525 Soquel Dr, 831-476-7175.) I parked my F650GS out front, where I could watch it from the window, and sat down with a copy of the Good Times. I could see the bike attracted the interest of someone who was looking it over. He came into the restaurant, walked over to my table and after our hellos said, "I met you in Munich!" It was David Ow, who rode with the Globeriders in 2000 and met up with us in Munich last summer after we finished our trip across China, Russia and Europe. What a surprise to meet him here! But it was my fault for forgetting that he lived in Santa Cruz and just plain luck to run into him here at what happened to be one of his favorite restaurants too. David is quite a skilled motorcyclist and recently returned from a jungle ride across northern Thailand. It was another surprise to learn we had been there at the same time but hadn't bumped into each other. What a small world it is!
Wednesday, June 25, 2003 - Chess night at 2 Dog's Coffee
I'm staying in San Luis Obispo tonight. Tomorrow I'll take scenic highway 1 up the coast through Carmel and Monterey to Santa Cruz. I prefer family owned hotels and restaurants to chains. My business has a direct impact on the person behind the counter and indirectly on the local community. It shows in the attitude of the people working there and I would rather support them than have a part of it go to people I'll never meet in some distant city. The Sunbeam Motel is right across the street from the Quality Inn and about a third less cost. The owner was glad to see me and offered to let me park my bike under the stairs for better security (not that it's needed.) He also told me I could walk downtown in about fifteen minutes. The Sunbeam Motel is at 1656 Monterey Street, phone number (805) 543-8141. Recommended. I walked downtown to get some dinner and saw a coffee shop/internet cafe. As luck would have it, it was Wednesday evening, their unofficial chess night at 2 Dog's Coffee. Several people were already playing and Billy Clayton, the owner, kindly arranged a game for me with another patron. I haven't played chess in years and the rust was more than evident. By the late middle game my position had deteriorated to the point where I was a pawn down without any real compensation to show for it. Honestly, I should have resigned, but it was just murky enough to give me hope of reaching a drawn rook-and-pawn ending and miracles happen in coffee shops. I got a chance to sacrifice a pawn to leave him with two isolated doubled pawns which he could not defend. I was lucky to walk away with an undeserved draw. By this time it was too late for dinner but I didn't mind. It was a much more interesting and pleasant evening than I expected. 2 Dog's Coffee is highly recommended. If you play chess be sure to visit on Wednesday and say hello to Billy for me.
Tuesday, June 24, 2003 - Pat Williams
![]() Pat Williams I'm in Carlsbad, California to visit Pat Williams, former project manager of the Turbo C group at Borland. We had dinner at Trattoria i Trulli and talked about old times. Excellent Italian food, recommended. I drove across the Mojave desert through triple-digit temperatures today. No problems, though, I'm wearing a TechNiche evaporative cooling vest and a Zan Headgear Cooldanna. The evaporative vest is effective. Just soak it in water for a few minutes, wring out the excess, and put it on. It keeps me cool for an hour or longer depending on how much airflow I vent through my Aerostich Darien jacket. In the past I would wear a heavy sweater soaked with water but the evaporative vest works better. Try pulling on a sweater when it's soaking wet and you'll see. You have to put it on first and pour water over yourself. It earns you some interesting looks in fast food restrooms and at highway rest stops. ;-) The only downside is it's a single-purpose garment, unlike a sweater, so time will tell if it justifies the space to becomes a permanent addition to my travel gear. Highly recommend for riders in hot climates. I'm not as sold on the Cooldanna. The secret behind this cooling bandanna is the polymer crystals sewn into it which soak up quite a large volume of water. The problem is they hold the water all too well. It doesn't evaporate quickly and doesn't seem to do such a great job of keeping my neck cool.
Monday, June 23, 2003 - Gifu Challenge 2003 World Computer Go Championship
The Gifu Challenge 2003 World Computer Go Championship is taking place August 2 & 3 in Japan. Click here for all the details. I'll write more about computer Go later. For now, I'll just remark that it's a pure strategy game which is older than chess, more popular worldwide, and in which computers have a long way to go before they challenge even moderately skilled humans. A lot of effort has gone into making computers play Go, a game where the rules are much simpler than chess, yet the very best programs are not much stronger than beginners! This is much more akin to real A.I. than computer chess. If you're a little bit curious I recommend visiting the following web sites to learn more: American Go Association Intelligent Go Foundation A nice description on kuro5hin.org My master page of Go-related links
Sunday, June 22, 2003 - Peter and Eshaia Kukol
![]() Eshaia, Peter and Anci in front of the world's tallest fountain. I'm in Scottsdale, Arizona to visit Peter and Eshaia Kukol. Peter and I worked together in the Turbo C group at Borland during the late '80s and early '90s. It was a special time with an unusually talented team. Sometimes I wish we could all go back and do it again.
Saturday, June 21, 2003 - Shakespear ghost town
![]() Shakespeare, New Mexico I visited Shakespeare ghost town, just outside of Lordsburg, New Mexico. As luck would have it- not only were they giving tours today but this was one of the four times each year they perform reenactments. Silver was discovered in 1870 and the town of Ralston City, Shakespeare's original name, sprung up overnight. The population rose and fell along with the fortune of the mines. It was a rough town with no real law- just the effective and often brutal substitute of vigilante justice. Billy The Kid lived here before he became an infamous outlaw. It's said that he worked in the Stratford hotel kitchen washing dishes. Other outlaws like John Ringo, Curley Bill Brocius, The Clantons, Russian Bill, Jim Hughes and Sandy King walked these streets. ![]() The hanging room There aren't any trees tall enough to hang anyone so they used these beams in the front room of the stage office. Russian Bill was accused of cheating a miner out of $12,000 dollars. That was a fortune back then and they often hung men for smaller offenses. He stole a horse and tried to make a run for it but they eventually caught him sleeping in a railroad boxcar, tied him to the horse and brought him back to town. The vigilante posse was working themselves into a fine mood for a hanging and decided to take care of Sandy King as well. Now, Sandy hadn't done any one thing that justified a hanging. He was a rough character, a hard drinking troublemaker with a quick temper and quicker fists, and strongly disliked by everyone in town. They were just waiting for a good enough excuse to string him up and the circumstances seemed fit for it. A couple days earlier Sandy had gone into the general store to buy a lace hankerchief. This wasn't the usual thing for a tough cowboy to carry so we can safely guess Sandy was sweet on some girl and had gone to buy it as a present. The store clerk saw some humor in the situation and unwisely teased Sandy about it. When he handed the merchandise over Sandy grabbed him by the wrist, drew his pistol and shot off the clerk's finger to teach him a lesson. The clerk was well-liked in town so this event was the proverbial law straw for Sandy. The vigilantes hung Russian Bill and Sandy together in the front room of the stage office and left them overnight. The next morning the stage came in and the passengers were greeted by the site of two dead men strung up from the ceiling. The stage manager explained that he couldn't get them down by himself and asked if any of the passengers would kindly volunteer to help. After a little hesitation two of the passengers helped bring them down, the tables were moved back and breakfast was served. One of the passengers was curious as to who the men were and what they had done. The stage manager tried to avoid his nosy questions, as he didn't want to implicate any of the vigilante posse, but the man was persistent. Finally he answered him, "Well, Russian Bill here, he stole a horse, and Sandy King, he was just a damned nuisance." A few months later the postmaster of Shakespeare received a letter from Russia. It was Russian Bill's mother. She was worried as she hadn't heard from her son in a long time. She wrote to the postmaster to try and find out where he had gone and if he was ok. The postmaster didn't want to tell her the truth about Russian Bill's fate but he didn't want to tell an outright lie either. He replied, "Dear Madam, I am sorry to report your son has died of throat trouble." ![]() Rope tricks ![]() Gunfights! The Paso Del Norte Pistoleros showed us reenactments of several exciting gunfights. ![]() Friends of Fort Selden The Friends of Fort Selden put on an impressive demonstration of cannon operation and firing with a working replica of a Civil War cannon. It is loud! Soldiers operating the cannon stuffed cotton in their ears to mute the sound but I doubt it did much good. Ideally, the cannon was fired by two crews of four men each who would rotate to relieve each other. In practice, the average life expectancy for a soldier manning a cannon was just 37 minutes so by the time that battle was over they were often down to the minimum three-man crew. Firing the cannon involves several steps: 1. Run the wet sponge through the barrel to douse any burning embers. If anything is still burning from the previous firing it could spontaneously ignite the power charge killing the soldier who loads it. 2. Run the dry sponge through the cannon to remove any dampness that might ruin the power. 3. Push the powder charge down the barrel. This is a prepackaged charge of gunpowder wrapped in cotton. A charge could also contain the payload (often Minnie balls or small scrap iron.) 4. Insert the cannon ball or payload (only if the charge package contains no payload.) 5. Poke a stilleto through the priming hole to puncture the charge package and expose the gunpower. 6. Insert the primer. 7. Ingite the primer, fire the cannon. 8. Go back to step one. In battle, the enemy's first goal is to get close enough to the cannon to kill the crew with rifle fire. I could imagine what must have going through the minds of the crew as the fighting began. Fire as fast as possible to keep them out of range! Their lives depended on it. This cannon had a range of 1,000 yards, longer than any rifle at the beginning of the Civil War, and an experienced crew could fire as rapidly as three rounds per minute. As the enemy closes in the crew becomes desperate and respect for the proper rules of firing and safety precautions goes out the window. The emergency method went like this: 1. The firing officer would cover the priming hole with his thumb (a leather fob kept it from burning him.) The purpose of this step is to keep the cannon from igniting the charge. You're firing every twenty seconds and the metal is becoming red-hot. If any air gets in the cannon it will spontaneously fire. 2. Immediately ram down the charge package down the barrel with your hand. It could ignite and blow your arm off but you have no choice. The enemy is within shooting range and has already killed some or most of the crew so fire as quick as possible and try to drive them back. If possible, choose charges which contain a payload to avoid the time the next step requires. 3. Load the cannon ball or other payload if required. 4. Release the thumb from the priming hole. Air rushes in and the heat causes the gunpower to ignite and the cannon to fire. 5. Go back to step 1, quickly! They didn't have training school for the cannon crew in those days. If you were a new recruit assigned to a cannon crew the gunnery sergeant would tell you where to stand and what to do. The rest comes from experience. Assuming you live long enough, that is. The charge packets today have been modernized a bit. Gunpowder is stored in a zip-lock bag to keep it dry and the entire package is wrapped with tin foil to protect it from left over burning debris. Other than that it's just as it was, and every bit as eardrum-bursting loud, as 150 years ago. The Friends of Fort Selden are preserving a bit of history and knowledge from the Civil War that would otherwise be forgotten. I learned so much and I wish I could have stayed in Shakespeare longer but it was time to get going. I met Ryan Major for lunch today. He is a budding motorcycling and traveling enthusiast. Ryan has a Kawasaki KLR and is thinking seriously about riding through South America. He has the advantage of speaking Spanish, he's got the right bike, and no shortage of enthusiasm. It was good to meet him. I wished him luck and shared some tips on outfitting and maintaining the KLR. Maybe I'll see him in South America some day.
Thursday, June 19, 2003 - Judge Roy Bean, Law West of the Pecos
![]() Judge Roy Bean's saloon, The Jersey Lilly I drove through Langtry, home of Judge Roy Bean. His home and saloon are still standing today, more than 100 years after his death. T.A. Falvey, Federal Judge during Bean's time, wrote of him:
Stories of Judge Bean's pragmatic and earthy brand of frontier justice are still being told today. Here are a few entertaining tidbits. Carrying a concealed weapon was illegal by Texas law but Bean thought it was more than a little unreasonable for a man to be unarmed in west Texas. One man was arrested and brought before the judge who pronouned, "That charge won't stick. If he was standing still when he was arrested he wasn't carrying weapons because he wasn't going no place. And if he was not standing still, he was traveling, and it's legal for travelers to carry weapons. Case dismissed!" Ten workers fell during construction of the Pecos Viaduct, the world's tallest bridge at the time at 2,180 feet high. Judge Bean rode his mule to the site to hold inquest. Although only seven had died he pronounced all ten dead. In answer to the obvious question he replied that the others would soon die and he didn't want to make the trip twice. The three men survived. Bean was infatuated with and wrote many letters to the popular and beautiful actress Lillie Langtry. He invited her to visit but she ignored him until he told her he had named his town after her. His letters even boasted of having an opera house. It was, in reality, only his small, one-room wooden home. She replied that she could not come to visit but she would like to offer the town the present of a water fountain. Bean answered in his usual matter-of-fact style, "It would be useless. The only thing the citizens of Langtry don't drink is water." Lillie Langtry did eventually visit Langtry, Texas-- but it was too late. Bean died ten months earlier on March 16, 1903. Bean once said, "All I know is the laws of common sense and six-guns; and they're going out of fashion, fast." There's not much left of Langtry except for Bean's saloon, billiard hall, home and a visitors center. A few people hang on to serve the tourists who drop by. The only thing preventing Langtry from becoming another ghost town is the ghost of Judge Roy Bean himself. I'm sure he would be pleased at the attention he still gets one hundred years after his passing. A few links about the Judge: An article in Smithsonian magazine. Elizabeth Gibson, "Judge Roy Bean, Law West of the Pecos" I stayed at The Gage Hotel in Marathon, Texas. Highly recommended for those who plan to visit Big Bend national park or if you're just passing through west Texas. My advice is to stay in the old historic hotel and avoid the modern room additions. The restaurant next door, Café Cenizo, is a bit yuppified and pricey but the food was good and the service first-rate.
Tuesday, June 17, 2003 - New shoes for my F650GS
My Continental TKC-80s are worn out. I've gotten over 4,300 miles from them which is a normal lifespan for dual-sport tires (necessary for the Jimmy Lewis class I took in Las Vegas.) It's time for touring-oriented tires. I picked up a pair of Avon Distanzias from Lone Star BMW today and proceeded to set an astonishing new endurance record for time to replace tires: 4 1/2 hours! I'll be the first to admit that I'm not fast at changing tires but this is ridiculous even for me. Half the time was spent trying to get the #$%!&@ valve stem through the front rim. It just wasn't possible for me to get a finger up under the tire to push the stem through. Compared to my KLR it seems like the BMW wheels don't have much of a well in them so it's hard to get any room to work. There has to be a better way to do this. Next time I'm going to try tying some string or dental floss to the valve stem and pulling it through. Maybe that will help. I'll report the results here for others who are encountering similar frustration.
Saturday, June 14, 2003 - Austin, Texas with Steve and Heather
![]() This my brother Steve and his wife Heather. I've come to Austin to visit them and catch up with old friends. Steve is a talented guitarist and we have fun hanging out on his patio in the evening singing songs and laughing over silly jokes. He knows how to make me laugh so hard I can't breathe. It's good to meet new friends too. Ted Angle saw one of my motorcycle advertisements on Ebay and invited me to lunch if I ever came this way. I was pleased to take him up on his offer. Ted rides a Honda Interceptor and makes it his primary daily transportation. We need more riders like him. Ted knows the roads of west Texas well and gave me some experienced advice on the best routes and places to see. Looks like I just missed the Republic of Texas Motorcycle Rally. They say over 40,000 bikes showed up last week. I'll try to make it next year. Austin is something of a cultural oddity and unlike any place else on the planet. It's not just for its well-deserved reputation as the live music capital of the world. There's a different attitude here- relaxed, permissive, accepting and experimental. Take equal parts traditional Texas conservative, west-coast California liberal, and add a little hippy bohemian free spirit. Shake well. The blend that results is unexpectedly delicious. You can be anything you want in Austin. There is no pressure to conform to anyone else's idea of what you should be. A popular bumper sticker exorts you to "Keep Austin Weird." I miss it. Austin is going through hard times. The business of Austin is based on tech. Remember the dot-com bubble? They used to call this the Silicon Hills. Austin enjoyed an explosion of growth and speculation when the good times were rolling but crashed hard when it collapsed. The rest of the country is experiencing rising house prices but it's not happening here. Upper end homes prices are down as much as thirty-five percent and there are still no takers to be found. The extended-stay business hotels that seemed to pop up overnight advertise prices at less than half what they used to charge their venture-funded dot-com clients. It doesn't matter. The parking lots remain empty. Developers have abandoned houses that are halfway finished. It seems that every office building is begging for tenants. Things look desperate today but I am certain that Austin will survive and eventually turn around. In time the excess real estate will be absorbed. The businesses that have survived are fundamentally sound and will grow as fast as the economy permits. Gone are the wacko-internet-deliver-dog-food-to-your-door dot-coms. In another five years this will all be just a memory.
Monday, June 09, 2003 - A little unscheduled surgery for my F650GS
![]() Changing the oil on the Kawasaki KLR 650 was simple: Drain the crankcase, swap the old oil filter for a new one, refill the crankcase. I think the entire operation involved five screws including the crankcase sump plug and oil filler cap. Six, if you count adjusting the cam chain tensioner too. Not so on the F650! The engine uses a dry sump design which means the majority of the oil is stored outside the crankcase in a separate resevoir. The resevoir is located behind a fairing panel and removing this panel involves seven screws. You're already behind in the fastener count and you haven't even seen the oil yet. Wait, it gets better. You are supposed to remove the oil resevoir from the bike to drain it. This involves one bolt and two c-clips to remove and one drain plug to empty. Next unscrew the crankcase sump plug but - not so fast - you have to first remove the thin aluminum bash plate which covers the sump plug. This posed an interesting predicament to me as I had a Touratech engine guard installed over the bash plate. Removing both just to get access to the sump plug seemed crazy. I looked at it for a while and decided the best thing to do would be to saw off a couple inches from the bash plate to expose the sump plug. Doing so would reduce the protection of the bash plate by a slight amount but with the engine guard in place the effective protection is still much greater than anything the stock F650 provides. This will save a lot of headache in the future. Ron graciously offered to do the honors with the hacksaw. ![]() Ron performing outpatient surgery I drained the resevoir the lazy way by leaving it attached to the bike. Tilting the bike to the side gave enough clearance to drain the oil without making a mess. Finally, just to make things interesting, I discovered the oil filters my dealer sold me were not the correct ones for this bike. No problem to reuse the old one for a little longer. Discovering glitches like this is exactly what a shakedown tour is for. The next oil change will be much easier. I plan to siphon the oil from the resevoir and it won't be necessary to remove the engine guard and bash plate. No wonder neither the Mainenance Instructions book nor the Rider's Manual contain any instructions for changing the oil. BMW must assume the job is too complex for owners to do themselves.
Sunday, June 08, 2003 - Roy Cox
![]() A line of....ladybugs? Roy Cox, one of my Globerider buddies, generously offered to guide me on a tour of one of his favorite loops through north Texas. One of the stops was this eclectic art exhibit located in a field out in the middle of nowhere. There are several unusual art displays to admire and each is cleverly constructed from scrap and discarded materials. The photo shows a line of old Volkswagon bugs painted and arranged like ladybugs crawling through the field. Look in the background of the photo and you'll see a cluster of giant flowers. I was in for another surpise when we got closer to them. ![]() It became clear they were made from radial aircraft engines. Who would have thought? This exhibit is worth your time and no less interesting than the better-known Cadillac Ranch in Amarillo. The GPS coordinates are: N 33º 40.475' W 097º 32.536' ![]() Roy in front of a long-abandoned church Roy is 69 years old now and was 68 at the time we rode across China, Russia and Europe. He was a engineer before he retired and one of his projects was developing a cooling system for the space shuttle. Now he enjoys dividing his time between his family and long-distance motorcycle touring. ![]() The official Texas state small mammal I have been waiting and waiting for my chance to photograph an armadillo. Yes, you see them all the time in Texas but they are usually in a somewhat, shall we say, squashed condition along the roadside. Armadillos are shy, nocturnal and not particularly bright. This one was in the middle of the road, obviously depressed and suicidal. I hit my brakes, hopped off the bike and grabbed my camera. He didn't seem to mind posing for a few quick shots before scampering off into the woods.
Tuesday, June 03, 2003 - Mom, Ron, the dogs and a flatty
![]() I have concluded that I was a magnet in a previous life. Ted Simon can go round-the-world with no punctures. Greg Frazier did it with just one flat. But I can't get to Texas without making a close acquaintance with a rusty nail. I've had a good bit of practice fixing flats and if what they say about practice making perfect is true I'll soon have this mastered. Flats are the number one reason for breakdowns (unless you ride an old British bike in which case the number one reason for breakdowns is it's an old British bike.) Carry a good set of tire irons, a patch kit, spare tubes and a means of inflating them (forget a hand pump- CO2 cartridges or an electric pump work best.) The photo shows a good tip I picked up from my Globerider buddy, John Shelton. Pack a few disposable latex gloves in your tool kit. They don't take much space and come in handy for the grimy jobs. Some other useful tips: - Change your tube quickly, while the tire is still warm. Getting it on and off the rim will be easier. No need to take the whole tire off the rim. Just one side is all you need to replace the tube. - If there is scrap cardboard around put it under the wheel to protect the brake rotor. - If replacement tubes are easily available (as they are in the U.S. and western Europe) don't bother patching the old tube. Replace it quickly with a new one as soon as possible. Take the old tube and cut it up, saving a few pieces as patch material for future repairs. (Do the latter step AFTER you've bought the replacement. Don't laugh, ok DO laugh, I made this mistake once when I thought it would be easy to find a spare. Guess what? Another flat the next day and no spare. Lesson learned.) - Where replacement tubes are not available patch the old tube in the evening when you are rested and not in a rush. Let the patch material cure overnight and check it for airtightness in the morning. - Carry dental floss and a sewing kit with you. If your tube is punctured or sliced beyond anything a simple patch can hold you can still fix it by stiching it together and then patching it. I've seen this done so artfully it would make a surgeon proud. - If the situation appears hopeless and beyond repair you can resort to the desperate measure of packing your tire with anything that will make it hold its shape. Clothes will do the job. I haven't been forced to this extreme quite yet but watch this space for a future misadventure. - Remember that you can put a tube in a tubeless tire. If it isn't possible to make a patch hold in your tubeless tire put the tube in. You did bring a tube, right? Oops. - Carry a small can of WD-40. It's handy to spray around the edge of the tire to help grease it over the rim when replacing it. - If you're having trouble breaking the bead put your bike on its center stand, deploy the side stand, place the tire under the footpad of the side stand, and rock the bike back on forth on the tire to break the bead. Thanks, Helge, for this tip. It's come in handy many times. - You know that little metal washer that goes around the valve stem? Don't feel bad. I can't get the @#$%! things in either. I've taken to throwing them out and haven't had any problems so far. - Use the time when you oil your chain to inspect your tire for debris. Sometimes you will pick up a nail or screw and it won't penetrate the tire far enough to cause a flat. Pull it out now before riding on it drives it in too deep. - Maintain a positive attitude. Think of it as practice to improve your technique. - If the previous advice does not apply to you think of it as an opportunity to learn a few choice words about ancestry in German or Japanese (depending on the manufacturer.) Don't worry about studying beforehand. You'll discover they will come naturally and spontaneously as you skin your knuckles for the nth time. ![]() Ron and Anita McDonald The nicest thing about travelling is getting to see your family and friends. This is my wonderful mom and her husband. I plan to stay with them for a few days and catch up with old friends in the north Texas area. ![]() Mom and Ron breed Old English and Bull Mastiffs. They are big, gentle and beautiful dogs. They even enjoy playing around with me on the bike. Makes me wish I had a sidecar to give them rides! You can click here to visit their web site. ![]() Dust rises over the west Texas desert during the day and in the evening it starts to settle back to earth. Each sunset is different and I never seem to grow tired of seeing nature's artwork. I went into a store earlier today and asked the owner if I could leave my helmet on the counter while I looked around. She stared at it for a moment and asked, "Where did you get that cat helmet?" I had to restrain a laugh as I remembered how, just yesterday, someone in Roswell saw it as an alien helmet and today it's a cat helmet. Guess it depends on what kind of pet you have?
Monday, June 02, 2003 - Roswell, New Mexico
![]() Welcome to Roswell, Earthling! Roswell has what Vaughn lacks: Visitors from space! Without this hook Roswell would, in all probability, have been another small town getting smaller. They energetically play up the alien theme for all it's worth. You can't turn your head without seeing alien dolls, cardboard cut-outs, banners, billboards and posters. Even the street lamps sport alien eyes. It works and if there is a lesson here it's that a small town has to have a hook of some kind to bring the visitors in. ![]() My space alien helmet I went into the museum, signed into the guest book and asked the woman if I could leave my helmet at the front desk. She stared at it for a few moments with a bewildered expression then turned and asked me, "Where did you get that alien helmet?" I never noticed it before but I guess it does sort of look like an alien helmet... ![]() R.A.L.F. and his disco UFO Meet R.A.L.F! His name stands for Roswell Alien Life Form. ![]() Quick! Which one is the alien? The museum even has a mock-up of an alien autopsy straight from the set of the made-for-TV movie, "Roswell." ![]() Guy Malone Just across the street from the museum is Guy Malone's Alien Resistance HQ. Guy is a genuine abductee who is on a mission to warn people about aliens. According to him, many of these "aliens" are actually evil angels in disguise who seek to interbreed with humans. Guy managed to defeat the false aliens who had abducted him and is now spreading the word. Drop in and say hello. You can even get a cup of coffee and check your email. Don't forget to pick up some "no aliens" stickers. I got some for my motorcycle. And remember, as Guy says, "Resistance is Fertile."
Sunday, June 01, 2003 - Albuquerque, New Mexico
![]() Big Jon I had the pleasure of retracing just a little of old Route 66 today. As I drove through downtown Albuquerque a bightly colored and intricately detailed mural on the side of a tattoo shop caught my eye. I don't have any tattoos, and don't want one, but at it's best it can be an art form and the mural advertises the creative talents of the artists within. Route 66 has collected all sorts of odd and interesting characters so if you ever feel the itch to get your own tattoo pay a visit to Big Jon at 'Hardware' tattoos. Tell him I sent you. There are a lot of scattered thunderstorms today and the road is bubbling with thick foam. Oil residue slowly builds up as weeks and months go by without rain. The first rainfall lifts it to the surface and creates a slippery and potentially deadly hazard. As more rain comes down it will gradually wash away and become safe to resume normal riding habits. But you've got to take it nice and slow when you see foam on the road. It's nature's fair warning to slow down and be aware of significantly reduced traction. 285 south of Vaughn, the road to Roswell, is closed. An 18-wheeler overturned and there are other fatal accidents so the police have shut it down until morning. Vaughn will be my place to stay for the night. It's another small town with all the sad signs of getting smaller. The owner of the Americano motel is an elderly woman who takes great pride in her husband's extensive collection of antiques and has the patience to show some of the items to me. She told me they moved to Vaughn exactly thirty-five years ago to this day. There were 1,600 people then and the town was growing fast. They used to fill up their motel every weekend. Then the railroad moved out and the jobs went away. There aren't even 500 people left and the local school is down to just 85 students. "The kids, the minute they graduate, move away." She thinks it will grow back slowly but I'm not so sure. I do hope she's right though. |