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Oakley Fast Jacket Sunglasses with Transition Lenses

Oakley Fast Jacket Sunglasses with Transition Lenses

My Shark Race-R Sutra HelmetThere are quite a few helmets out now that have built in flip-down sunshades in them. My Shark Race-R helmet isn’t one of them. Since I prefer not to use a tinted visor, that means I often wear sunglasses in my helmet.

With its “Easy Fit ” space for glasses wearers, my helmet accommodates the arms of glasses without any pinching or pressing. That makes comfort a non-issue for me.

Visordown might think I’m committing crimes against motorcycle fashion but… who cares?

Oakley fast jacket with transition lenses

Instead, I am taking my fashionably-challenged-ness to a whole new level of hideousness. Yes, that’s right. I’m talking about Oakley sunglasses.

I’d long thought Oakleys were only meant for those steroid-laden robot men from the gym that can bench press my car. I suppose I was wrong. I lift things up and put them down.

Oakley fast jacket with transitions

fuzztrooperI am now the proud owner of a pair of Oakley Fast Jacket glasses with Transitions photochromic lenses. They transition from nearly clear to tinted when exposed to UV light.

For me, it is much faster and more compact to change and store these glasses when compared to swapping different helmet visors. I can also use them for other outdoor activities. Win!

And they make me look like a cyborg, so there’s that.

The glasses do not darken while riding in a car. I specifically asked the salesperson if there would be any issue with the lenses not shading while wearing a helmet. He said that the should work fine assuming my visor doesn’t block UV rays. Makes sense. ::crosses fingers::

Are you a sunglasses or tinted visor wearer?

It was Christmas in July – I Finally Got New Motorcycle Boots

It was Christmas in July – I Finally Got New Motorcycle Boots

After lusting after them for about 6 months, I finally broke down and bought myself a new pair of motorcycle boots.  They are those Sidi Adventure GORE-TEX numbers I was yammering on about the other day.

I used my mathematical powers to decide that because they were recently discounted by $150, that I would be a fool not to buy them. That’s like 463% off of their original $650 retail price! I may have rounded that percentage a little funny but I think we’ve already established I’m not so good with math.

sidi adventure goretex
Too much for the office?

I may not know math, but I do know shoes. And these babies… foxy. In a Mad Max sort of way, which is the way I like it.

Aside from being waterproof sexy bitches, these boots also provide me with a little welcomed lift on the Tiger. Since I have to tippy-toe on the big girl bike, I’ll happily take any help I can get.

my Sidi motorcycle boots

Crossfire, Adventure and Vertigo ~ I guess you could say that I’m a Sidi girl, huh?

Blog Challenge: Girlie Motorcycle Boots and Shoes

Blog Challenge: Girlie Motorcycle Boots and Shoes

My girl Dar over at Princess Scooterpie threw down the blog challenge gauntlet yesterday. The request:

Post a picture of your favorite non-motorcycle/scooter shoes & one of your motorcycle/scooter boots/shoes.

For many women this is like saying “Post a picture of your favorite child!” And like children, if you have only one maybe that would be easy. But if you’ve got like over a 100 different ones to choose from… eh, no so much.

That’s 100 different pairs of shoes, not children. If it were children you should seriously invest in a tv or a motorcycle or something else to do with your time. And also your uterus would probably fall out.

It was impossible for me zero in and pick a single favorite pair of shoes. I really don’t have one. So – instead I opted to pick my favorite brand of sneakers. The beautifully classic – Converse Chuck Taylor.

My shagged out Sidi Vertigos and my 3 pairs of Chucks:

Sidis and Chuck Taylors

The white Chucks were the shoes I got married in back in May.

Being that weddings are a time of happiness, it seemed like being too serious would be a travesty. Instead we 3, The Fuzzmops as our little family is called, opted for some custom Chucks featuring our name and the date of the wedding embroidered on ’em – 051212.

Wedding Converse

I guess you could say I am brand loyal when it comes to shoes and motorcycle boots. Love my Converse and of course love my Sidis. When it came to buying my dirt boots I went right back to my go-to brand and opted for the Crossfires. A choice I have been extremely satisfied with.

I still contend that they’re the sexiest motorcycle boots in the world 🙂

Sidi Crossfire

My Vertigo Rain street boots are on their last legs. The soles are nearly walked off and paper thin, the heels are little more than just a suggestion and the toes are ground out a bit. What was once water resistant is no longer.

I’ve been hemming and hawing over biting the bullet and getting a pair of GORE-TEX Sidi Adventure boots to replace the Vertigos. They look like they’d give me a wee lift that I could really use on the Tiger and keep my piggies dry to boot. See what I did there?

Maybe I’ll order those today…

 

Day 5: Stung on the Back of the Dragon

Day 5: Stung on the Back of the Dragon

When Kenny and I rolled away from Backbone Rock, we hooked a right in the town of Damascus, Virginia and followed route 58 into the mountains.

Route 58 Virginia

There were several times throughout the 9 days we were on the road that I needed to flip on my heated grips as the wind whistled through my summer gloves. I found myself doing it once again on the Highlands Parkway.  The air was chilly I think in part due to the rain storm we kept skirting around the edge of.

For the first time during our trip, we saw ourselves faced with actually having to be somewhere at a given time. We were set to meet a handful of our friends in Elkins, West Virginia the following evening.

With that in mind, Kenny and I decided that it was time to abandon our eastern course and head north. By the end of our riding for the day, we would be in a good position to make a fast trek from the foot of West Virginia to meet everyone the following day.


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We’d decided to pickup VA 16 to head north. It is another one of those roads that has been given a nickname in motorsport circles. It’s called “The Back of the Dragon.” Sticking with the theme that if a stretch of tarmac has some reptilian type of name – it’s gotta be good, and it was.

Back of the Dragon VA16

By the time we passed Hungry Mother State Park, the rain that we’d been following behind all day stalled completely over us and unleashed hell. It was a ferocious white-out kind of rain. As Kenny and I climbed up through the winding road, gravel and debris started to pool in the apexes of the turns. It was slippery slow going but thankfully the rain didn’t last long. It was over almost as fast as it started.

VA 16 Back of the Dragon

Wait a minute. Something felt a little weird. Steering… sloppy, heavy… SONOFA! Flat tire. I nursed my bike down through the curves into a farm driveway.

My rear tire was indeed f-l-a-t. A chunk of glass had pierced it. I’d been stung on the back of the dragon.

flat tire on va 16

Two things that I always have packed in my sidebag are a Slime mini compressor and a Stop & Go standard plugger kit.

In the 4 or 5 years that we’ve had and used both of these tire repair tools, they’ve worked as advertised. Both Kenny and I were thankful to find that they again worked like a charm. I can’t imagine leaving home without ’em.

Filling my flat tire

Standing there on the side of the road waiting for the tire to be filled, we’d decided to cash in our chips and call it a night. We were soon on our way to finding a hotel for the night.

But, not before seeing one more unusual sight for the day – a rooster farm:

Rooster Farm on VA 16

For all of its highs and lows, it was a great day of riding. Thinking back through different moments and places that we’d been, now I find myself asking, “was that really the same day?” A lot of living happens in a small amount of time.

More Posts from the Trip:

The GPS Files: It’s In Your Pocket, Dummy

The GPS Files: It’s In Your Pocket, Dummy

I would like to introduce you to my nemesis:

The Zumo screwdriver tool

You folks who also have Garmin Zumo GPS’ know exactly what this is. It’s the little screwdriver tool that you use to “unlock” the GPS from its cradle.

It is also one more facet of the GPS experience that drives me bananas. Not because it does or doesn’t do anything on its own. It’s more… because I’m a moron.

I have this annoying little habit of losing things like my glasses and my wallet. This little Zumo tool doesn’t stand a chance against the power of my distracted-ness. I misplace it routinely.

In an effort to not lose things, I often come up with “tricks” and “plans” to remember where they are.  I can probably tell you what town a Muffler Man in Illinois is in off the top of my head, but heaven help me I can’t remember those places I put things so I would remember where I put them.

So, I am typing this right now in hopes that it will help me when I go haywire and tear apart the luggage on my motorcycle looking for it (like I did in California last fall):

“It’s in the inside pocket of your REV’IT jacket, dummy.”

Undoubtedly I will give that pocket a precursory squish, pat or poke and not feel it right away and assume all hope is lost. Again. But, rest assured it IS in there.

If only I could set up a GPS route to my pocket. 😕

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