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That’s An Unusual KLR Headlight Mod

Sometimes in life you find yourself doing what you gotta do, just to get by.

Looks like this KLR owner I spotted the other day was doing just that.

I’m not exactly sure a Maglight would be my first choice as a headlight replacement, but okaaaay. I’m sure it uh,… works GREAT! And is perfectly legal to pass safety inspection. :)

If you’ve ever poked around on ThereIFixedIt.com this type of stuff may be all too familiar.

How About You?

Have you ever jury-rigged something hokey up on your bike? Maybe a milk crate instead of a top box? Bleach jug hand guards?  Don’t be shy!

More Motorcycle Conversations on the Ferry

On Saturday, I rode in to Port Jefferson to hop the ferry. I was heading to Connecticut to meet up with another motorcycle blogger: Chris from EverydayRiding.org who is currently on road trip exploring the Northeast.

When I rode my Speed Triple into ferry parking lot there was a couple on a Harley-Davidson cruiser already waiting to board the boat. We exchanged smiles and a “hi”. I pulled in behind them in the line, hopped off my bike and watched the seemingly never-ending line of cars unloading from the boat that’d just come in.

The gregarious gentleman from the couple turned toward me, smiled and made some small talk.

“Howdaya like that Duc?”

“It’s a Triumph.”

“What?”

“It’s a Triumph.”

“Really?”

“Yea. I love it. “

He walked over to get a closer look at the marque on the gas tank. I can only imagine that he was double-checking my work.

“Oh, okay. Well,… I grew up on GSXAwwws, Ninjizzz,… sooo…”

In that moment I figured there must be something more that would follow the dangling “so,” but there wasn’t. It just trailed off to open-ended oblivion.

It pains me to come to the realization that I’ll never know what growing up riding Japanese sportbikes has to do with not being able to tell the difference between a Ducati and a Triumph.

Happy motorcycle man then walked around my bike and looked at the tires. He smiled at me and said,

“Looks like you aren’t using that whole front tire. You paid for it, you should probably use it.”

I chuckled in spite of myself and replied,

“I’ll see what I can do today!”

People are endlessly amusing :)

Dancing with Strangers on the Road

Riding your motorcycle instead of your office chair feels a little extra sweet, doesn’t it? On this particular Wednesday after hopping off the ferry and heading north I found myself heading up route 8 north from the Connecticut/Massachusetts border.

While the tires of my bike began to eat up the road I spotted another rider a few turns ahead. As I closed in on him, I discovered that it was a gentleman on a vintage bike. He was out enjoying his midweek ride, too.

Did you ever notice that you can “feel” something happen between you and another rider on the road? Though you don’t really know anything about each other, as the gap of distance closes between you, there passes some similar knowledge or understanding; some kind of connection. You become acutely aware of each others presence in a way that you never would in a car.

The two of us rode along together for about 10 miles. I watched the rider’s body shift and lean through the turns and wondered how many times that old bike had made it’s way along those roads.

When my pavement dance ended with my anonymous partner it closed with a wave and a smile. Time well spent together.

Carm's Restaurant - Charlie's Garage - Chester, Ma.
Carm's Restaurant - Charlie's Garage - Chester, Ma.