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Goodbye, My Russian Friend – Safe Travels

Goodbye, My Russian Friend – Safe Travels

When I bought the Ural, I had no idea what to really expect. It was something that I was curious about and approached it with a “why the hell not?” attitude.


In hindsight, it was the right decision for me. The only way that I know of to truly satisfy a curiosity is to go ahead and grab it by the tail.

But as time moved on, riding on 3 became less important to me. And so, the Ural spent a lot of time taking up space in the garage and going un-loved. That simply would not do. The big, orange girl has gone on to a new owner who has their own curiosity to satisfy.

Good luck and safe travels, funky Russian machine! You were fun.

Yikes! Ural Rim Split

Yikes! Ural Rim Split

Holy crap! My mom’s friend stopped by on his Ural. His front rim split and separated on the trip over to the house.

Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be holding together by sheer luck. He’s so fortunate that the trip didn’t end in catastrophe.

There was a recall put out on wheels stamped with 2012 dates, but this rim was stamped as a 2013. He said he never received any recall notice about it, which makes sense based on the date. Ural responded on my Instagram photo with a note to contact them right away.

I haven’t followed up to see what has happened since last weekend. Many Ural riders don’t have a dealer around the corner. They are often hundreds of miles away. I wonder if they drop ship the wheels to you, especially in cases where the bike is not rideable?

Big Ducks, Hot Jugs, Frozen Fingers and a Ural

Big Ducks, Hot Jugs, Frozen Fingers and a Ural

When I got up and let the dog out this morning, it didn’t seem especially cold out. So, after having two cups o’ joe, I decided to suit up and ride over to the post office.

For some reason, the expression¬†“haulin’ the mail” was stuck in my head all¬†morning. I don’t know why that happens. It’s like you wake up with your brain in sponge-mode and it’s just dying¬†for something to get lodged¬†in there. You just never know what that something will be.

So with haulin’ the mail lyrically dancing through my mind over and over, going to get the actual mail seemed like as good a plan as any.

fuzzygalore christmas greeting

And wouldn’t you know it? One of my holiday greetings was a picture card of my friend riding at Deal’s Gap in the same way people send pictures of their kids – only not involving awful plaid outfits. Right on, ride on!

Since I was already out, I continued on¬†to the big duck to pick up the ADVRider Tag-o-Rama tag. You know how much I love that silly duck.¬†Unfortunately, I opted to wear my regular winter gloves versus my Gerbing gloves because I’m a moron. In the 60 mile round trip it hovered around 30 degrees and I had to pull over several times to let my frozen digits warm up next to¬†the Ural’s big jugs. It’s just so dumb. I’ve got heated gloves, for cryin’ out loud!

Even though my fingers¬†were aching from the cold, it felt great to be out. I’m on vacation until the New Year and it seemed like the perfect way to christen my time off.

Santaride 2014: Santa and the Return of Her Sidecar Elf

Santaride 2014: Santa and the Return of Her Sidecar Elf

fuzzygalore and elf - santa ride

On Sunday we set off on our annual Santa Ride and it was glorious.

Once again my daughter Chloe reprised her role as my sidecar elf. It always amazes me when she chooses to hang out (dressed as an elf) with her goofy mother (who dresses like Santa) when she could be doing teenager stuff like navel gazing and texting friends who are in the same room.

Chloe¬†gave her waving arm a real work out. She seemed far more into it and excited about taking the ride than in years past. I don’t know the reason but I’m glad about it.

I hope that one day these memories are happy ones for her and that they aren’t¬†the stuff that trips to the psychiatrists couch are made of. “Do you KNOW what my mother used to do each year around Christmas?”

Time will tell.

Photo: My Dog Lilo in the Sidecar

Photo: My Dog Lilo in the Sidecar

fuzzygalore lilo in the ural sidecar
It turns out that Lilo is nervous about riding in the sidecar. I’m pretty sure it’s the noise. Hell, Lilo Puppy Dynamite is scared and runs out of the kitchen when I rip tinfoil off the roll. It stands to reason that something that sounds like a bag of wrenches in the washing machine might set her off.

We did a couple of super-slow rides around the neighborhood. She’s clearly scared. I’m not sure if I should continue to try to get her used to the racket or if I should just let her be. I was hoping it would be fun for both of us, but I’m not so sure.

Taking a Detour on the Road to Sidecardog-hood

Taking a Detour on the Road to Sidecardog-hood

sidecar lilo dogWe’ve had a setback on the Lilo Sidecar Dog front. During her first vet visit after adopting her, we discovered that she has heartworm.

All told, the treatment for heartworm takes months.¬†During the course,¬†Lilo¬†has to go through a total of 3 injections that kill off the worms which then have to dissolve in the bloodstream. (Don’t google it if you’re easily grossed out). It is important to keep her relaxed and inactive during the recovery¬†weeks following the injections until her bloodwork is all clear.

This is the point in the conversation where I could start going bananas about how some people can be shitbags and don’t care for their¬†animals but – I won’t. Instead I’ll just be thankful that she became a part of our family and that we have the means to care for her. All in all it’s our good fortune.

As she takes it easy and sleeps on the couch (and my maps) we’re practicing wearing the doggles that Tio Rascon (Ed) sent and looking forward to the future. More than anything I just want my sweet doggo to be well.

lilo in her doggles

If you’re interested in sidecar dogs, there is of course Ara and Spirit at The Oasis of My Soul who can help you get your fix. Just last week the Instagram blog featured a post about¬†#sidecardogs. You might wanna give that a look-see!

And don’t forget the preventative heartworm meds for your pup!

My Ural Got a Boo Boo and That Makes Me Sad

My Ural Got a Boo Boo and That Makes Me Sad

my sidecar dentThere are few things as soul crushing as hearing something fall over in the garage followed by the cavernous echo of whatever that thing was bouncing off of your sidecar.

Then when you walk into the garage to find a dent and the once perfect orange paint torn down to the metal? Ugh. It takes every ounce of will you can muster not to flip the fuck out.

This type of moment is precisely when I need to work on my attachment to “things.” It’s just a motorcycle with a scratch. But initially upon seeing the dig, it was like my whole body recoiled in horror and electricity ran across the top¬†of my skin.

Note to self: Just because something isn’t perfect doesn’t mean it isn’t beautiful. You know this.

My sweetie bought me a big pink bandaid magnet until I can have the issue addressed. It makes it much easier to pretend the scar doesn’t exist.

boo boo on my ural

Making Friends, Meeting People: Indian-Russian Relations Blowing People’s Minds

Making Friends, Meeting People: Indian-Russian Relations Blowing People’s Minds

When you’re out alone on the either the Enfield or the Ural, questions or conversations are to be expected when you stop. People are curious and I get that. When Kenny and I go out together on the both of them, it apparently blows peoples minds to the degree that they lose their grasp on reality.

People with even the most rudimentary knowledge of motorcycles are the most “interesting” exchanges.

fuzzygalore royal enfield

Sunday at the gas station.

Wooooooow. Wooow those are so cool.
::points and the Royal Enfield Kenny is filling up.::
What year is that?

It’s new. It’s a ’12.

Wow, yea. So cool. It’s new. I know a replica when I see one.¬†

It’s not a replica.¬†

What is it a copy of a Triumph?

It’s a Royal Enfield. They’ve been around a long time.

So is it a BSA, then?

No, it’s a Royal Enfield.

I though I was going to get away clean on this one since gas station friend was so wrapped up in Kenny. I suppose it’s hard to hide when you’re messing around with a giant orange Ural.

Now it was my turn.

Wow, look at this thing. This is wild. What is it?

It’s a Ural.

A  what?

A Ural. It’s from Russia.

Ural. Right. Nice. What’s it like going around turns?¬†

It’s not really like riding a motorcycle, it’s steering is more… direct.¬†

Right, yea. I need to get something like this for my wife. She can’t handle a motorcycle.




Channeling Spirit – Do I Have a Sidecar Dog?

Channeling Spirit – Do I Have a Sidecar Dog?

Unless you’re a free and single bachelorette (…or bachelor, I’ve heard they let guys ride motorcycles now) the idea that you need to balance your motorcycle ridin’ with spending time with the important people in your life isn’t an alien concept.¬†It can be challenging.

monkey chicken ural

One of the reasons that I bought the Ural was so that I could easily bum around with my daughter in tow. When she was smaller, she would have a tendency to get sleepy and wobbly on the back of my Tiger. The Ural was able to put those concerns to rest for me.

When the Ural first came home, a common thread that ran through conversations about it was that people would love to take their dogs along on rides. I too was one of those people. Unfortunately, it was not to be.

ural by the beach

My dog Luna was suspicious of peoples motives and in some ways was aloof and cat-like. The idea of her ever hopping into the sidecar and going for a ride was just as probable as seeing Bigfoot riding a unicorn through Times Square.

“Hey! Luna! D’ya wanna go for a ride in the sidecar?!?!?!”

::walks away rolling her eyes at your idiocy::

Over the years I have read posts on ADV, read blogs with sidecar dogs in them Рmost notably The Oasis of My Soul with Ara and Spirit. There is no shortage of pictures floating around social media of smiling sidecar dogs with the wind in their fur. On the surface, these people seem to have it all. Motorcyclists who manage to not have to balance their loved ones separately from their motorcycles.

Last Saturday, we stopped in to one of the local dog rescues. Amidst the chaos of 50 barking, leaping, pacing dogs I spotted a quiet,¬†sweet girl who sat quietly on a bed in the corner. I knelt down next to the her pen and she walked towards me and leaned in as I stuck my fingers through the fence. Her big brown eyes said, “Please get me out of here.”

This is Lilo.

my sweet lilo

Lilo came from a kill shelter in Georgia to the local rescue org with a litter of puppies. They were just weened and adopted away, leaving Lilo behind.

She’d been in that pen at the rescue for 2 1/2 months. She’s on the skinny side, is missing a toe, has a broken incisor and was clearly in some type of altercation based on the scarring on her muzzle. Lilo¬†appears to be some type of pitbull and maybe hound mix. As an underdog,¬†Lilo was of those adult dogs it was easy for people to walk past as they bee-line for the puppies.

This sweet baby was starving for love. With the Luna shaped hole left in my heart, I have plenty of it to give.

Over the last week while getting to know our new pup, Lilo has become my shadow. Since she wants to be with me always, out of curiosity I brought her outside to see how she would handle getting into the sidecar.

Well, that was easy! Do I have myself a new sidecar dog? It would appear that with little effort, she would be a willing monkey.

Given her size she would probably benefit from popping the seat cushion out. I’ll also need a harness and some doggles for her. But, just seeing her in there is encouraging.

Is this a new chapter in my motorcycle life?


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