The Y2K Ride, the original

Pictures, Trip Reports, Photo Links, etc.

The Riders…

And their steeds…

Attendees

Name	Home City, State, Country	Bike Ridden
Jack Addington	Phoenix, Arizona	1990 PC800
Jack Agnew	San Jose, California	1998 PC800
Bene Alexander	Bay Point, California	Passenger
Jim Alexander	Bay Point, California	1998 ST1100
L7ee Bar9ker	Redmond, Oregon	1995 PC800
Bruce Bowman	Alameda, California	1989 PC800
Chris Bradley	San Jose, California	1989 PC800
Coral Bradley	San Jose, California	Passenger
Joyce Calvert	Rohnert Park, California	1996 PC800
Greg Castle	Sutton West, Ontario, Canada	1989 PC800
Charles J. Cervantes	Los Angeles, California	1994 PC800
Lora Clarke	Los Angeles, California	Passenger
Philip Clarke	Los Angeles, California	1995 PC800
Rick Corwine	Chanhassen, Minnesota	1995 PC800
Julia Coss	Elk Grove, California	Passenger
Roy Coss	Elk Grove, California	1990 PC800
Mike Durst	Cottageville, West Virginia	1997 PC800
Buster (Buzz) Gardner	Redmond, Oregon	1985 V65 Sabre
Rocky Harpole	Veneta, Oregon	1998 PC800
George Hilsinger	Yakima, Washington	1997 PC800
Kenneth Howze	Inglewood, California	1998 PC800
Thomas E. Humphrey II	Clayton, California	1994 PC800
Mike Kanitsch	Phoenix, Arizona	1990 PC800
David Lister	Morgan Hill, California	1996 PC800
Tim Macy	Newburg, Oregon	1994 PC800
Brian Millman	Reading, Berkshire, England	1990 PC800 in spirit
Alan Nichols	Sunnyvale, California	1998 PC800
Peter Noeth	Rocklin, California	1996 PC800
Emile Nossin	Santpoort-Noord, Netherlands	199? ST1100
Bruce Pickett	Federal Way, Washington	1989 PC800
Gil Pitt	Cupertino, California	1983 Silverwing Interstate
Sandy Pitt	Cupertino, California	1989 PC800
Ann Reid	Scottsdale, Arizona	1989 PC800
Cindy Ries	Chaska, Minnesota	Passenger
Roger Ries	Chaska, Minnesota	1998 PC800
Harvey Roady	Gardnerville, Nevada	1994 PC800
Glen Roddick	Calgary, Alberta, Canada	1989 PC800
Karen Sener	Burlington, Vermont	Passenger
Rick Sener	Burlington, Vermont	1989 PC800 in spirit,  1990 PC800 in fact
Leland C. Sheppard	Placerville, California	1994 PC800
David Shumaker	Las Vegas, Nevada	1997 PC800
David Silver	Portland, Oregon	1989 PC800
Diane Smith	Clarksville, Tennessee	1990 PC800
J. T. Smith	Clarksville, Tennessee	1989 PC800
Paco Solis	Newark, California	1989 PC800
Wendy Solis	Newark, California	Passenger
Jesus Soriano	Ramona, California	1995 PC800
John Strode	Myrtle Creek, Oregon	1989 PC800
Rhoda Strode	Sutherlin, Oregon	1996 PC800
Stacy Sult	Redmond, Oregon	Passenger
Steve Sult	Redmond, Oregon	1982 CX Turbo 500
Henry Tate	Marshall, California	1994 PC800
Neill Thompson	Phoenix, Arizona	1994 PC800
Tina Wagner-Sult	Redmond, Oregon	1989 PC800
Bob Walton	Milwaukie, Oregon	1994 PC800
Chuck Wildman	Scotts Valley, California	1999 BMW 1200KLT
Dean Williams	Springfield, Oregon	1998 PC800
Jerry Williams	Thousand Oaks, California	1996 PC800
Kel Williams	?, Oregon	1998 BMW R1200C
Rodney Wright	Carson, California	1997 PC800
60 people		51 bikes, 44 PC800s

Emile Nossin’s Trip Report

Hey guys, Emile here, I’m back at Steve’s and Tina’s  right now in Redmond Oregon. I’m gonna try to fly to Seattle 
2morrow and from there on to Amsterdam. Today I took it easy, didn’t do any riding, I needed some rest from last 
week’s Pacific Coast ride.

Wow, what a week it was.. man did I enjoy myself !  According to some riders I enjoyed myself way too much, sorry about that, I couldn’t resist myself…  that’s what you get when they built all these mountains and winding coastlines.. not my fault.. duh !

I didn’t expect to see so many winding, climbing, turning, diving, rollercoast like and breathtaking roads.  In my not so humble expert opinion I have to rate these roads with a drool factor of 10. I found it hard to concentrate on these pegdragging corners (sorry Ken for dragging the passenger pegs when you were on the back) while these beautifull coastlines, redwoods and smells were wizzing by. Man those smells.. different everywhere but soo nice…  And those roads… I still keep rolling out of bed dreaming about them.. better than flying.. better than any rollercoaster. And of course the people …  just as nice and looney as on the list (oh hi Lee !).

My thanks to Leland for setting this all up, and to Steve, the greatest man on earth, for lending his ST to a 26 year young mad low flying Dutchman he had never met before.

I took about 600 pics with my digital camera to comply with some of the listers desire to see a lot pictures of everything. It’s gonna take a day or 2 to get them all editted etc.

See y’all later,

Emile 

Rick Corwine’s Trip Report

These are six E mails I sent to friends and family while I was on my pilgrimage to the Mother Road. They simply cover the highlights and my impressions along the road a full report would be near novel length in size, I had so much fun it shouda been illegal !!

THE GREAT RIDE, PROLOG

As some of you know already I’ve been planning a trip (like that’s something new) on my motorcycle out west. To be specific to California to ride the Pacific Coast Highway with other Pacific Coast motorcycle owners who I’ve met through an E mail list server, my mother didn’t warn me about meeting bikers on the internet. This is a loosely organized group of 50 or 60, no we don’t plan to ride in one large group we’ll likely gravitate toward small groups of Coaster and Coastetts meeting and gathering along the way enjoying the scenery, our bikes and complimenting each other on what good taste in motorcycles we have. Of course this millieum event has an acronym it’s TGPCHPCMY2KMR The Great Pacific Coast Highway Pacific Coast Motorcycle Year 2000 Motorcycle Ride or simply, The Great Ride.

My Great Ride will begin very soon I’ll be leaving home on Sept. 2nd. On the way out I’ll be stopping in the Black Hills to see Mt. Rushmore and Crazyhorse, Jackson Wyoming to see Art Davis and the Grand Tetons, I’ll spend 
some time in Oregon and see my brother Bob then down to Eureka California to the start of the official  TGPCHPCMY2KMR. The ride will have 5 layovers along the way; Fort Bragg, Pacifica, Monterey, Lompoc and ending in San Clemente.  After all that then I need to ride home with stops in Death Valley, Zion and Arches Nat. Parks. Then through Colorado along some squiggly lines on the map as yet to be determined but stopping for sure to visit the Garrison family in beautiful Ward, CO. Next I’ll be crossing Nebraska, this could be dull, just kidding, Nebraska is beautiful just beautifully flat. I’ll stop and visit one of those bikers I’ve met on the internet, Pamela Stromberg and her husband Paul in Omaha. Then the last mad dash for my own bed in my own home arriving 3 weeks after I left it.

I’ll be able to send some E mails on occasion and of course receive them also, I plan on sending all of you the occasional update on my condition and/or progress. I’ll be in touch.

THE GREAT RIDE, DISPATCH  #1

Right now I’m in Jackson WY at Art Davis’. Everything has been going great aside from some minor cruise control issues. After a 600 mile day on Sat. I took it easy in the Black Hills found some great roads and great scenery. This 
really is a motorcyclist’s haven, many of the local business have “welcome bikers” signs up, apparently they’re the best behaved group they get here. I got talking to the guy that runs the   motel where I stayed and he’s from Switzerland and had a bike when he lived there and he told me all about his adventures riding the Alps. From the Black Hills to Jackson I rode through 2 9600 foot passes with a desert in between. Here in Jackson I’ve just been 
hanging out in Teton Nat. Park, did some hiking, did some riding and just taking in the sights. So far the trip has pretty much consisted of me searching out   great roads and riding them, sometimes more than once, it’s a dirty thankless job but somebody’s got to do it. Tomorrow I’m off to Boise.  Hope everyone’s doing well, anyone have a new baby yet?

THE GREAT RIDE, DISPATCH  #2

Well, I ‘m almost there I’m in Eugene Oregon staying with another PC rider, Dean Williams at his house. When I last E mailed all of you I was in Jackson WY there was one other thing that happened there that was interesting. 
The morning I went to the Tetons I stopped for gas on the way to breakfast.  When I pulled  into the station there were 4 bikes already getting gas. I pull up to one of the pumps and leaned over to say hi to one of the riders and I 
noticed they were from Minnesota. I asked where in MN they were from and she said “Charlie there is from Waseca” and I looked over and it was Charlie Coons!  Some of you may remember Charlie from working corners at the bike races several years ago. So we stood around talking while we hogged up 5 gas pumps during rush hour that morning aggravating a few locals. They were just leaving town and heading to some where in Calif. Small world!

When I left Jackson Wednesday  it was 34 degrees brrrr, then to get out of town you ride up and over Teton Pass 8400 ft. and I don’t want to know how cold it was up there, I was just glad it wasn’t snowing! After I dropped down some in elevation it did start to rain but it cleared off and the rest of the day was clear but still cool. Art gave me some ideas for a route through Idaho that took me across the Sawtooth Nat. Rec. Area, for those of you 
following along at home, across a couple of 7000 ft. passes and down into Boise.  Thursday was for Oregon, as in riding across. Oregon is such a paradox, the eastern part of the state is desert, rolling hills, some bigger elevation but mostly rocks, sand and sage brush. Then all of sudden you cross over these mountains, the Cascades, and it’s tall pines, lakes and streams. Well this is when I make it over to Eugene and meet up with Dean. Friday I rode up 
to Portland to see my brother Bob and his wife Marie, too short of a visit but all is well with them in Portland. Tomorrow I ride down to Eureka, CA, where the Official Ride begins on Monday that gives me one day to relax 
before we begin. My intentions are to stay off the bike for that one day but I’m already wavering and looking at maps for good roads, I’m hopeless.

THE GREAT RIDE, DISPATCH  #3

Right now we’re in the midst off our Pacific Coast ride in Monterey, CA. When I left you last I was debating weather or not to go for a ride on Sunday, what could have been my day off. Well, the organizer and my friend Art had suggested a route near Eureka, east on 299 then back west on 36. 246 miles that didn’t sound too bad, a nice days ride. Sometimes when we go for a ride on Sunday morning we call it “going to church”, the sermon this 
Sunday was pure hellfire and brimstone. This 246 miles had at most 40 miles of straight roads all the rest were curves and twisties and twisties and curves.  The other 7 riders that went  along were all very competent and well, how can I say this, we ran’em pretty hard that day. I used parts of my tires that have never come in contact with the pavement before that day. When we stopped for lunch one of the other riders wasn’t going to ride hwy 36 with us because the last time he had he got car sick, not in a car, riding his bike!! By the time we got back to Eureka I was one wiped puppy.

Monday we started the official Pacific coast ride with 32 PCs, not as many as I’d hoped but a good group. We rode to the Lost Coast and along the Avenue of the Giants, huge redwood trees that the road just ducks and dodges 
through, stunning. Then we finally got onto Hwy 1, more redwoods and more curves. When we do make it down to the shoreline the fog has blocked most of the views of the ocean but the roads are still great 20, 15 and 10 mph curves all the way to Fort Bragg.

Tuesday was more of the same abuse we’ve heaped on ourselves, these roads just never quit. A foggy start when we left Fort Bragg and headed down the coast for our first full day on Hwy 1 and it stayed foggy. The whole Coast 
hwy is a twisty curvy roller coaster and the views I expect were spectacular, we only saw glimpses of the water but it made for a surreal ride through the fog. The high points of the day other than the roads, were Pointe Reyes light house and the Golden Gate bridge. Now it’s been three solid days of riding these roads, 700 miles, my arms are noodles and so is my brain.

Today was a short and sedate ride compared to the last three. The weather has cleared and it’s beginning to look like California as we move south. We rode up Hwy 84 to Alice’s Restaurant and yes I was humming that tune, had 
lunch and took a group photo. I’ll be in touch.

THE GREAT RIDE, DISPATCH  #4

Thanks for all the E mails about the trip, and yes I am having a good time.  Sept. 14 we left Monterey and headed down the coast for Big Sur in the drizzle and fog, I can’t believe this I’ve missed all the best views because of 
fog, oh well I’ll have to come back and do it again 😉 At one point we see a few of  our group pulled into a turnout and we pull in. Joyce has crashed after a rock the size of a helmet bounces down the hillside and off her helmeted head! Then she fell, she’s not hurt bad and the bike is just cosmetic damage we patch the bike and she’s able to 
continue.  I’ll never ignore one of those Falling Rock signs again!  After  a large farming area that smells like we’re riding through the produce section at the grocery store we pass  through an area that’s burning our timing is right 
because the road was closed yesterday from the fire. We  ride through smoke for miles to get to Lompoc.

The last day of the ride a group of us take a little detour to a Danish tourist town, yes in southern California, have breakfast and try to prepare to battle our way through the LA area. One of our group is from that part of the world and he leads us through the asphalt jungle. Peter does a good job and shows us some drive by sights, Malibu Beach where they’re filming something, maybe Baywatch, the Santa Monica Pier, the Hotel California, we pass dozens of streets that are familiar from the movies and TV and we arrive alive. That night after dinner nobody wants to leave we all just hang around in the parking lot saying some good byes and seeing who can ride with who towards home.

Saturday, It’s getting hot, they’re talking about record heat and I’m headed for Death Valley. I pick up the I 15 north towards eastern LA and Vegas, Now it’s really hot, the bike temps are right up near the red zone when I get to Baker, NV I need to decide if I’m going into death Valley. It’s 110 degrees in Baker and I’m doing fine the bike is running a bit hot but out of the red zone, I’m going in! It gets even hotter towards DV  as I head up 127 to Tecopa, I checked into a room at the Delight’s Hot Springs. It’s a very interesting place the lady at the office is gruff and has little to say like she rather you didn’t show up at all, she says “this place is simple, no phones, no TV, just lots of peace and quite and hot water”.  I soak my bones.

Sunday, I’m up at 5:00 am to beat the heat it’s wonderfully cool and the sun is just beginning to glow in the desert sky and I’m treated to some spectacular views as the sun rises over my shoulder. Last Sunday’s sermon was 
hellfire and brimstone this one has the Mormon Tabernacle singing their most spirited hallelujah. I turn onto 190 at DV Jct. and the road is straight for miles. My fist stop is at Dantes View which overlooks Death Valley. I then 
head down into The valley. The enormity and forbidding nature makes this a wonderful and dangerous place everyone else here, almost, is in cars and buses to do this on a bike makes this a real accomplishment, or a stupid 
idea, I’ll go with the former. I leave DV and head out across  Nevada, it’s not as hot as DV but the temps hover around 100 when I pull into Hurricane, Utah I’m bushed.

Monday is National Park Day for me here in Utah, I start with Zion then move on to Bryce and finally Capital  Reefs. This whole state, well the part I rode across, is so beautiful and not just the parts in the parks every 
where.  Now I’ve arrived here in Grand Jct. Colorado feeling much better thanks to the cooler weather in these higher elevations. I’m going to spend some time here in Colorado and slow down my State a day pace, maybe I’ll even get some rest, not.

THE GREAT RIDE DISPATCH FROM THE ROAD, THE FINAL CHAPTER

As of the last Dispatch I had just arrived in Colorado, I’m a little ahead of schedule and think I’ll take my time today. Just outside of Grand Jct. is the Colorado Nat. Monument a very nice park with some very good roads and 
views. I start the day with a ride up the ridge and down, this is where the good roads are. Next I’m looking for a road just off the interstate that Art Davis has suggested, he hasn’t been wrong yet, that runs up and over the Grand 
Mesa.  This road was as good as 299 was in northern California. From there I work my way over to Aspen, Art showed me this one also but I’m a little miffed, it’s a straight 4 lane with road construction?! Once I get through Aspen the road get narrower and narrower and curvyer and curvyer until it’s a regular roller coaster and of course this being Colorado, no guard rail or what there is wouldn’t stop my bike from going over the cliff much less a car or truck! This road continues on to and goes over Independence Pass at 12,085 ft. right next to the highest peak in Colorado Mt. Elbert 14,422 ft. From there I head north toward the interstate and run through three more passes over 10,000 ft. a quick run down the super slab and I’m in Dillon, CO for the night.

The next day on the interstate I ride through the Eisenhower Tunnel and over the Loveland pass, get off the freeway just before Denver and take the Peak to Peak Highway to Estes Park and get some info on the Rocky Mtn. Nat. 
Park. Then ride back to beautiful downtown Ward, CO to visit with and stay a couple of days with a niece and some nephews at the Garrisons.

Thursday the weather looks good and I plan to go over the Trail Ridge Road and back. This is the highest contiguous (goes all the way over not just up and back down the same way) road in the U.S. and crosses the continental divide.  Before I leave I check the weather radar and there’s some rain coming this way so I get going. The Trial Ridge is a typical mountain pass road tons of corners and switch backs sprinkled with tourists and RVs just to add to the challenge. I can see that the weather is changing and not for the better I’m thinking I’ll just get to the “top” and go back down. When I get to the area where the highest point is there’s no sign!! I need a sign if I going to document this feat, I need a turnout, a scenic overlook from this highest of all high paved passes!! What are these park rangers doing in their spare time anyway? Where’s my sign!! Well the weather is looking very bad now, I”ll have to file my complaint later. I stop at the nearest overlook and take some pictures and get back on the bike to get the F off this mountain before I get blown off. As I travel down towards safety it starts to snow and ice is starting to form on the windshield but it’s not long and I’m at a low enough altitude that it turn back to good old rain. Before you know it I’m back at the Garrisons and warming up with a hot cup of tea and lamenting not making it over the top.

Friday I spend with the kids and checking the weather reports as it’s not looking very good, there’s talk of snow above 7500 ft and we’re at nearly 9000 ft! Saturday, the weather guessers were right there’s snow and it’s 26 
degrees. I spend the morning thawing out the bike and checking and rechecking the weather to see when I can hit the road and not fall down, not falling down has been one of my top priorities. Finally the temps crack the freezing 
mark and I’m off like a prom dress. My destination was to be Omaha but I don’t get going until 11:00, I’ll be happy with anywhere in Nebraska. Kearney is the anywhere I get to, I rode 400 miles and it felt like 1,000, if it weren’t for an electric vest I’d still be back in Colorado.

Sunday is better, not nice, but better I get to Omaha and check in with an old high school classmate and PC list member Pamela Stomberg. Her and her husband Paul have been gracious enough to let me stay with them for the night.  For the first time I get to share my Pacific Coast ride experience with some one face to face. We have a great time together but it’s too short I need to get home, I’m now a day late.

Monday the skies have cleared and the sun is shinning!!! No more mountain passes, no more twisty roads, just me and the interstate through Iowa and back to the Minneapolis area, home, I arrive about 4:00 pm.

The numbers:

7047 miles traveled 
12 States 
10 Nat. Parks, Monuments or Rec. Areas 
612 miles, the longest day 
95 miles, the shortest day 
115 degrees F, the hottest day 
26 degrees F, the coldest 
12,185 the highest 
200 below sea level, the lowest 
4  times I crossed the Continental Divide 
12 rolls of film 
1 headlight bulb 
1/2 quart of oil 
23 consecutive bad hair days

Would I do it again? A load of laundry and an oil change and I’d be gone by Saturday!!! This truly was a great ride.

Rick Corwine 

George Hilsinger’s Trip Report

Yes!!!  The trip was fun and I would do it again.

Next time though, I would be a little smarter.  Unlike Rick who went through Death Valley early in the day, I  started in about Noon on Saturday.  It was 116 degrees in the shade at Badwater, and my thermometer in the sun ran off the scale after 121 degrees.  I drank lots of liquids, but I was still a little nauseous and exhausted by the time I got to Lone Pine in the cooler, higher elevations.  Ferocious side winds west of Stovepipe Wells made that 
part of the trip rough.  Oh well!  Now I can say “Been there, done that”.

Sunday I cruised up US 395 through Reno and on to Lakeview, Oregon.  They were so glad to see me in Reno that they sent the Blue Angels out to greet me.  It was Air Races weekend.  It was a pretty ride up over several 8,000 
foot mountain passes.  The road is relatively curvy, but mostly high speed sweepers.  A nice change from 180 degree switchbacks on the PCH and the Lost Coast.

From Lakeview, I continued up US 395 to Pendleton and then home to Yakima via I-84 and I-82.  The road is  pretty variable in Oregon.  Some long straight stretches (drive 4 miles, turn, drive 2 miles turn, etc.) and as you get further North, more twisty sections.  The land seems to tilt up from the South, so you climb up through a series of sweepers to a ridge top and then descend through a series of much tighter curves into the next valley, then do it again.

Gloria was glad to see me home safely.  Someone at her work crashed his dirt bike in his back yard while I was gone and was in a body cast.  He dropped his front wheel into a hole and was pitched over the bars.

That’s all for now.  It was a great trip and a pleasure meeting and riding with you all.

George Hilsinger 
97 PC 
Gypsy 

Roy & Julia Coss’ Trip Report

We made it home last night.  We are so glad to be home.  Motel rooms are history (for awhile at least, until our next stray from home)–pulling up to our home and entering the front door was a delightful experience–and  sleeping in our very own bed last night after two weeks of nine different motel beds (well that was a true joy to behold).

We came home to a mailbox crammed tightly with  2 weeks of mail and nine messages on our answering  machine–boy are we popular! :>)  Well, maybe just junk mail popular!  Nothing much there that we wanted–Weeded through it all for the keepers.  Upon picking up the dog, couldn’t wait to see the grandkids–and give them  giant hugs and kisses.

We met alot of wonderful people on this trip that we very much would like to keep in touch with.  If any of you are ever in, or passing through, the Sacramento area, please keep us in mind.  We would love to visit with you more.  Keeping in touch on the E-mail is nice too;  in person is even better.

Roy & Julia 

Leland Sheppard’s Trip Report

My trip report is very simple:

I went riding for nine days through some gorgeous countryside on a great motorcycle on great motorcycling roads (let the corners begin) with a great bunch of people.  I don’t know about you but I can’t ask for a whole lot more than that.  Oh yeah, good weather.  We had some of that too (most of the time, in fact)…

My original intent was to do this ride once.  My plans got changed however.  I had so much fun I just decided I had to do it again and again, as long as I can get anyone to go with me.

If you want to see the other reason I’m going to do this ride again and again, take a look at the group photo from the luncheon at the Boulevard Bar & Grill Wednesday noon (there’s a link to it on the same page as the link to this report).  Every time I look at it I’m reminded that there wasn’t a person there with an agenda or an attitude or anything; just a bunch of great people enjoying themselves and each other.  Gotta love it and gotta do it again!!!

Leland Sheppard 
PCRC #72 

David Lister’s Trip Report

Bringing the last bike home…

Does a flight to Watsonville to Santa Monica, then Santa Monica to Mendocino, then Mendocino to Watsonville count as a trip worthy of a report?  ( I know you were kidding but my answer, David, is this page!  An emphatic YES!)

Rodney got to the Little River Airport yesterday afternoon around 3:30 to go pick up his bike. He should be enroute to Southern California now.  Drop Rodney a line on Monday to see if he got back in one piece.

The flight was long and quite remarkable. We made good time from Santa Monica to Little River due to a 
helpful tailwind (about 195MPH groundspeed). I was in the cockpit for 6.6 hours yesterday. I got home around 
7:30PM and collapsed on the couch.

Cheers!

David

Rodney Wright’s Trip Report

Got the last bike home…

Heard from David Lister that you wanted to know if I got the bike back.  Well David flew me up to Mendacino and we had a beautiful flight.  I got up there 1600 Friday, started out about 1730 amd got to Cloverdale in about two hours, 66 miles but all twisties.  I had a great dinner at La Hacienda, a place to look for if ever in Cloverdale.

Got to Marin County and the Best Western about 2130.  The best breakfast is at MAXS, next to the Best Western, it is fine, two people can eat any one of their breakfasts.

Got going about 1030, got into home about 2000, did about 450 miles and didn’t feel to bad.  It was cool all the way from Mendocino to the Valley, and then warmed up a little.

Anyway, I am doing fine.  Still get a twing once in a while, but not really bad.

Thanks for your interest and yes I will try to be on the Y2K+1 ride, if they will let me off of work.  They didn’t like having the only person with government credit card off, during the last month of the fiscal year.  I say it is their problem not mine.  Any how, thanks and get the mail coming, I love the stories and banter and pictures.

Just wish I had lasted a day or two more, actually wish I had made the whole trip.

Rodney

Ann Goes to the Dark Side

(or at least she tries to)

But she doesn’t succeed…

The Wall in Leland’s Room

Thanks everybody.

I will always treasure these.

Leland 
 

A P.S. for those of you that were not on the Y2K ride:

The three t-shirts on the left were surreptitiously signed, photo-ironed-on’d, etc.  Each of the three has the names and/or signatures of everyone on the ride and a picture of me sitting on or riding Black Beauty.

The fourth t-shirt from the left was given to me by a young flying Dutchman.  It says, “echte motorrijders kennen geen vliegangst” which I understand essentially means “Real motorcyclists have no fly fear.”  When you see it up close, the mad grin on the face of the man shows his teeth to be nearly covered with flies.  It’s a wonderful picture and truly reflects the expression on my face when I’m careening through the corners, I have no doubt.

The sweatshirt on the right was my exorbitantly expensive sweatshirt which has the large PC image on the back along with the letters of the ride name, the small PC image on the front with the letters of the ride again and which cost way too much money.  Oh well, as someone said, “this was a historical event.”

Addendum:  On October 15, 2000 Roy & Julia Coss came up to my house and ironed on the image of the electrostatic cling-on thingies on each of the t-shirts.  The above picture is new and reflects the change.

Thanks, Roy & Julia.