ProGuards review by Trampy Joe

Trampy Joe gives a Thumbs up to ProGuards!

Product:    ProGuards The Original Crashbar Protectors  

Manufacturer:      ProGuards, Inc.

Web Site:   www.ProGuards.net

ProGuards protect your crash bars so the chrome is not scratched or gouged from hitting the pavement or from rocks being thrown up while going down the road. ProGuards are a plastic cover to go over the engine guards and saddle bag guards found on most cruiser motorcycles. 

They fit over the lower bend on the crash bars and provide protection against damage to the chrome in case the bike falls over. Say the kick stand gives way because it did not lock in properly or your foot slips and the bike falls over.  Your crash bars do what they were made for, to protect you engine and tank. The ProGuards protect your crash bars so the chrome is not scratched or gouged from hitting the pavement. They are not made to protect your guards in a full on crash, just to be clear.

These guards are made of polypropylene and are easily installed. The inside of the tube has a slit running the length of the tube and you slide them over your crash bars.  They fit snugly and don’t look like an add-on. 

If you had a show bike they are easily removed when the bike is on display. Just pop them off and toss them in a saddle bag.  

The only down side I found was if you have highway pegs you would have to either raise your pegs an inch or two or cut the guards down to fit under the pegs. If you cut them down it would ruin the aesthetics of the product and make them look like a home- made add on. Moving the pegs up, put them in an uncomfortable position for me.

So in conclusion I believe this product does what it claims. My suggestion is to make them in a shorter version that will fit under the pegs.    

This shows the difference in height between my normal road peg setting (right side) and if I move the peg up to work with the ProGuards (left side). Keep in mind they are made of a plastic material and can be cut to fit. Even cut I think they would give good protection.

They fit very snug and have a nice look. For under $30 I think they are well worth the cost. (My opinion)

With Freedom Comes Great Responsibility!

I have found an odd phenomenon in riding the motorcycle. People who become someone else the minute they hit the seat.

Actually I think this happens to each and everyone one of us when we hit the seat. I think it comes from the thrill of doing something outside the norm and scary. There is an edginess and also a beauty to riding.
People who don't ride don't understand this about riding. They just find it scary. I find mostly the beauty of it, especially when you are out on the open road and there are just miles in front of you. I find that all life's cares and concerns just melt away and all that is left is the road, the bike, and a sense of oneness with the environment.
Growing up I experienced this with riding horses. I missed it for a long time until I started to ride the motorcycle. I just get lost in my thoughts and find that I can reconcile issues easily in rolling through the landscape. All of my senses are going at once. I can hear, taste, smell, see and feel the entire experience. Yet I am not experiencing the landscape from a controlled environment and therefore I become a part of the landscape. I am in my story and experience, not on the outside looking in. There is a wonderful peace that washes over me as the ride takes over and life's issues cease to be important. The road takes over and off I go.
I find that I look forward to and long for this feeling. When we take off on vacation I feel the real world start shedding away. I hate coming home and returning to normal life. I long for the feeling of the open road.
I don't however lose my sense of right and wrong and my innate moral compass. I still find a need to do the right thing by people I experience along the way. I am a total rule follower and I still consider the rules of the road and consideration for my fellow travelers. I also try to consider the people whose environment I am experiencing and they have been kind enough to share with me.
I was taught the golden rule as a child. " Do unto others as you would have them do unto you". And just because I am riding a motorcycle doesn't mean that my humanity should end. I still need to consider people who live in communities I experience. The mountain road with the great Twisty's was not put there for someone on a motorcycle to experience. It was put there to connect communities and people together that live on those twisty roads.
So just as I don't appreciate someone racing up and down in front of my house and endangering those that I love and care about, neither do people who live on the twisty roads want to be invaded by a bunch of crazies on motorcycles who are trying to push that next turn that much faster. Especially when their child or their loved one could be just around that next turn and my actions could endanger their ability to exist.
We all have to live together and share the roads and the environment. So when a Biker chooses to take the turn that much faster or pop the wheelie going down the freeway, they are not just potentially endangering themselves, but they are endangering my 22 year old son, or my wonderful crazy neighbor, or my Joe coming home from work. Just because I enjoy the thrill of riding that motorcycle does not give me the right to endanger other people in my realm that are just trying to get through life in that moment. I don't have the right to invade their space and change their personal history because I want a thrill.
So when you are out riding, enjoy the road, enjoy the motorcycle experience, but be part of the environment and know the true freedom of the road. Just remember that with freedom comes great responsibility!

Things Can be Adjusted!

Well going back a bit in my learning to ride saga, I learned that things can be adjusted. To start out I was riding up and down a dead-end street near the house. Joe would ride the bike over there and I would get on and ride up and down the street. Joe and the dogs would follow in the car. He was recording the whole thing out of boredom I am sure. At the end of the street, two Ostriches came to the fence and watched me walk the bike around in the circle to go the other way. Every week we went and did this and the Ostriches were always there. I really wonder what they thought the creature with the silver helmet and the big coat was? HaHa.
The first time I tried to turn the bike around on the narrow end. I lost it and dropped it. I just let go and stepped off. Automatic reaction from falling off many a horse in my life. I was really worried if Joe's heart would handle this. But he said he had decided to let me learn to ride on the bike, so he had resigned himself to the fact that something could happen. As it turned out it just scratched the pipe that was a cheap slip on that he had gotten for free to cut the noise down. After this however, I was to paranoid to turn the bike around by myself. So I would park. He would turn it around. I would get on and continue my ride.

So one evening he suggested I might want to try to shift into second gear. I was mortified as I had tried this but I had to lift my foot up off the peg to shift and I would be imbalanced. I was fearful of dropping the bike again and didn't believe I could do it. I went into a tissy that I wasn't going to be able to do this and might as well quit. After my tyraid, he calmly said, " I can adjust the Shifter". All I could say at that point was "Oh". He then went into the garage, I sat on the bike and he adjusted the Shifter. And I was able to shift into second gear, then third and fourth.

As time went on, I found that many issues would arise and adjustments could be made. My point in all this is that learning to ride a motorcycle is much like life in general. Things can be adjusted to make it work for you, so don't give up and stop in the process to learn something new. If I had done that I would still be riding on the back, falling asleep, with my back hurting. I wouldn't have experienced the full on sense of accomplishment that I have now. I love going riding with Joe. I love riding by myself. I love riding the twisties and going on trips. The sense of accomplishment I have from learning to ride has been life changing. My self confidence and ability to put myself out there to try new things has increased to new heights. My effectiveness in my job has increased. I am better able to lift people up and give them renewed hope that they can change things up and find a job.

So if you have the opportunity to learn to ride a motorcycle, I say Go for It!. Don't let the little things hold you back because things can be adjusted!

Ride Your Own Ride

Well I want to go back a bit into learning to ride the motorcycle. I recently was talking to a friend who is considering learning to ride on her own. She ask me if it was easy. I told her no it wasn't easy. Her husband said, " Oh don't tell her that". He obviously wants her to learn but thought my comment would scare her off.
Personally I think not having someone explain what you are getting into and letting them find out the hard way will scare them off. I have watched quite a few women get on the bike and try to just take off only to have the result of never wanting near the thing again. So I am going to try to relate some of my experiences so that women reading this might avoid the pitfalls and learn to ride successfully. Then they can ride and enjoy the experience as much as I do now.

     First, I was given some great advice by a dear friend, Bob. He told me to ride my own ride. Meaning not to allow someone to push me to ride beyond my abilities. I experienced being pushed beyond my abilities in trying to keep up with some friends that we were riding with before I started to ride on my own.  I want to express that they are all wonderful people and never wanted me to feel the way I did, but they rode way beyond my abilities at the time.
     I would try to keep up and simply could not. I felt they were annoyed with having to slow down and wait for me which made me feel bad for holding them up. It also caused consternation with Joe as he was pushing me to keep up also. They would race through the turns in total unison and look great. I was struggling to keep up. They would stop and wait for us to catch up and when we arrived, they would take off completely ready to go. I on the other hand became exhausted and finally just stopped somewhere and got off. I became both physically and mentally fatigued, which is just plain dangerous. When we arrived at the destination, I would get the knowing looks, like I was handicapped or something. All of this made me simply want to quit.
     Joe at this point recognized that I was not ready to ride with this group of friends. We tried it a few times with not so good outcomes. So he just said we were going to ride on our own. We started by riding around locally on the back-roads every weekend. I was the one pushing to ride now, because I was afraid I would forget how. Joe was good with this and thought it was funny that he wasn't the one suggesting riding. Then we did a ride to Phoenix and Tucson. We did a ride to Yuma. Then we did a ride to Prescott, Ariz with another couple. Each mile and each ride took me a little farther into understanding the bike and how to handle it. I learned the feel of the turns and how to get the power I needed to pull around the turns. I learned when to downshift and where to place the bike in the turn. My confidence grew and I developed experience and the muscle memory to operate the bike, so that I could focus on what was around me.
     I am extremely lucky in that Joe is an excellent Teacher. He has great patience and took the time to talk to me about the experience of each ride. He listened as I told him what I was having trouble with and gave me tips on how to improve.
    Taking this time to develop skills was necessary to my safety and to the safety of those around me. Nothing is scarier than watching a pack of bikes from the rear and see that most of them have no business riding in a group. Riding in a group takes mad skill and is not the place to cut your teeth on the motorcycle.
     Well several months ago we went on a ride with some of the friends that I had struggled to keep up with in the beginning. We started out the ride with me following Joe. We stopped at the top of the mountain and when we left I took off in front of Joe. I was able to easily keep up and match the precision of entering each turn. I did it with ease and the ride was a blast. We got to a point where the traffic had come to a halt and the only option was to split lanes. I had never done this, but I knew I could confidently put Betsy wherever I needed her to be. I simply fell in line and splitting lanes was relatively easy. I pulled up at a stop beside Joe and told him that I could keep up! I think he was a little hurt when I pulled out in front of him, but when I said that he got it. He understood that this was a major accomplishment for me and that his major work was done.
 I enjoy riding with a small group now, it is safer in traffic as a group of bikes is more visible than one bike by itself. However if the people you are riding with are unskilled the situation can be extremely dangerous. It is far more important to be alive and whole than to look cool. Don't let someone push you beyond your abilities. Make sure you ride your own ride!

Two Wheel Woman: And so it begins

  So to begin my story, lets just say I have had some experience in my life. Some really great and some not so great. I started out life in a very rural community with two parents, a half sister, and lots of horses and dogs. My father used to say that life was good if it was filled with Kids, Horses, and Dogs.
        Well I had 4 kids, the horses have woven their way in and out of my life, and the dogs have been a constant. And now my kids are grown, I can't afford to keep a horse and I am to busy to do the animal justice, so I have moved on to a Harley. A 94 Dyna Wide-glide to be specific. Her name is Betsy, she takes me where I want to go, and I don't have to feed her daily. I can leave her in the garage and she is always happy to see me and ready to go explore the roads out there with me.
          I am going to back up a bit and talk about the beginning of the transition to be a Two Wheel Woman. I was going through a divorce. My kids were getting close to adulthood and really didn't want to be saddled with a needy single Mom. A friend of mine said " Why don't you try a dating site, You have been mentally divorced for a long time". So I went on Match.com for a couple of months. After a couple of rocky starts, I met the love of my life, Joe. Joe is a truck driver, single, very self sufficient, and a grown up. He is a lot of fun, has a dry sense of humor, and we have been together constantly since we met. I truly found my soul-mate in him.
     Another thing we have in common is a great wanderlust. We both enjoy exploring the world and seeing what is around the next bend. And Joe is into Harleys, in fact he had two when we met. I think purchasing the Bikes was one step in his midlife crisis. He first bought the Wide-Glide as it was his ideal bike. He rode it to Sturgis. Then he got the idea he wanted a bike with places where he could lock up his stuff. So he bought the Road-glide and the Wide-Glide was relegated to the back of the garage. He was always going to sell it to pay off the Road-Glide. But we all know how that goes. You can't sell an old friend.
     A few months after I met Joe, we went on a trip to Yellowstone that he had planned with some friends. I rode on the back and a whole new world opened up to me. Travel on a motorcycle is completely different from a car. It is much more like being on a horse, but faster. We went 2500 miles on that trip and I was hooked. But after a while riding on the back became boring and painful. We started riding with people that never stopped and I was getting kind of over it. I found myself complaining at the end of the ride and I don't like that whiny side of myself.
     I also had a few female friends that were riding their own bikes. I watched them while I was riding on the back and thought that I could do that. I then voiced this to Joe. Well suddenly Betsy (the Wide-Glide) was getting a tune up and getting her rotted gas lines replaced. She was all clean and sparkly again. Joe was reminiscing about his trip to Sturgis with her and their other travels. He had me get on her and ride her up our steep driveway and then coast back down the driveway. Getting used to the weight of the bike and braking.
     Then we moved on to a dead-end road near the house. He would ride over to the road and I would follow in the car with the two dogs. We would switch when we reached the road and he would follow me in the car. I rode up and down the road at what I thought was blazing speed. It was actually 15 to 20 miles per hour and I never shifted out of first gear. There was an Ostrich farm at the end of the road and two of the big birds would come over and watch the crazy lady ride. I often wonder what they thought.
     I then progressed to a business park close to home. I learned how to shift and turn without going into the oncoming lane. I spent several hours working the slow stuff in parking lots, etc. When I finally could make those turns comfortably I was able to branch out to more open road.
     I had obtained my driving permit to ride a motorcycle when I started this whole process. About three months in I decided it was time to just get the license. I enrolled in a basic driver course near my home. This was one of the better decisions I made and I would highly recommend anyone do this prior to going on the open road. I was taught a great deal about how to handle the bike effectively in the class and how to be pro-active when things went wrong.
Well now I have been riding for about 3 years and Betsy and I have traveled about 20,000 miles together. I love the open road and the feeling of peace I get from riding through the corners and feeling the wind and sun upon my face. I really can't get enough of riding.
     My intent for this blog is to document my experiences on the motorcycle and life in general. So please feel free to join me and follow along. I hope you enjoy the ride as much as I do.
 

What is Wrong With Being a Tourist?

    I am posing the question What is wrong with being a Tourist?
The thing that Joe and I really enjoy about the motorcycle is to go wandering and touring out to parts unknown. We both have a wanderlust bug and we find ourselves wanting to explore every nook and cranny along the highway. He will be rolling along and suddenly the blinker goes on and off we go down some side road to see a cabin where Mark Twain once lived or an old ghost town like Bodie. A lot of times we go on trips where our destination is (what his father would have called) a tourist trap. And I have to say, I like tourist traps!

    Both of us were only children of older parents. I found that this meant that I spent a lot of time in my head and as an observer of the world around me. When I was younger, I often felt cut-off from the world beyond the borders of the small community where I grew up. My mind wandered off to places that I wanted to visit, see, touch, and experience.
    Now that I discovered the motorcycle and since I met Joe, we have started on this journey to act on the possibilities that we fantasized about when we were kids. We both want to stop at the tourist traps that were forbidden to us as were flew past when traveling with our parents. We have stopped at several of these places and have encountered really amazing experiences and really interesting people. Some are better than others but all of them have value.
    I think that we as Americans miss out on a lot as we wiz by in our rolling cages. It has become un-cool to stop at what are considered "tourist traps" even though these "tourist traps" are all part of Americana and the people that are unique and very much American. We rush to our destination and do nothing once we get there, having missed out on the juicy bits along the way.

    Since discovering the motorcycle I now understand the statement, "it is about the journey not the destination". On the motorcycle the destination is just a reason to get on and ride. The main focus always turns out to be all the stops along the way and the people you meet. Tourist traps are just an excuse for a "butt-break". At the end of the day the conversation is more about the experiences along the way than about the reason we went riding in the first place.

So again I pose the question: "What is wrong with being a tourist"?
Frankly I love being a tourist and I plan to continue experiencing this country and all the touristy stuff it has to offer. My goal is to retire, ride my Indian Chieftain and spend the rest of my days being the ultimate tourist. For my part I plan to embrace my inner tourist. Do you want to go with me?

My Betsy turned 20

    Betsy has turned 20 in 2014. I ride a 1994 Harley Davidson Dyna Wideglide. I am her third rendition of riders and I think she likes me best. She has definitely been kind to me on this journey of learning to ride a motorcycle.

    She has put up with my tentative starts and winding her out in 1st gear because I was afraid to shift. And then there were the clutches ( I have gone through two) that I held on to like it was the brake. I used to fight her for control through every turn until I realized that she had the whole thing down and I should just allow her to carry me through. Now we sail through the turns with ease; we roll down the freeway and hit 85 and only slow down because I don't want a ticket. She is my friend and partner and I thank her for totally changing my life.
    We started this journey eight years ago. I had met Joe on match.com and about two weeks in to the relationship I was introduced to the motorcycles. Up until that point, I think Joe was afraid that I wouldn't stick around and would leave them right when they had become attached. So he waited until the time was right. I ventured into the garage and saw the Roadglide first. She was big, beautiful and full of chrome and you could just see the strength in her. Then back behind, kind of pushed to the back I spotted Betsy. She was beautiful with her red coat and shiny pipes, but she was also a little sad looking. Joe explained that she was his first Harley and the one he road to Sturgis in 2002. The two of them had made the trip alone and you could tell he loved her still. But he had wanted to do more touring and the Roadglide was more suited to that. He told me he planned to sell Betsy soon.
    Well time went on and Betsy was not sold. I had a friend that rode her own bike and was always asking "when are you going to learn to ride your own scooter?" I went so far as to sit on Betsy in the garage while Joe steadied her. I was overwhelmed by the weight and how top heavy she felt. I promptly got off and said I was content to ride on the back.
    Then the pain started up my back when we went out and riding the motorcycle started being less and less fun. I learned to sleep through the boredom while going down the road. I kept thinking that I could do it and I could ride my own.
    Once I started voicing this and with others encouragement, the plan took on a life of its own. Suddenly Joe was making arrangements to put Betsy in the shop for a much needed tune up and I was committed. I was thinking "holy crap, now what" at the same time the thought was very exciting. I could visualize going down the road on that motorcycle, flowing through the turns and heading out for parts unknown. The reality of learning was not as easy as I visualized however. But with persistence, Joe's patience, and long trips I have somewhat mastered the motorcycle. Although I often feel that Betsy is so awesome and she just makes me look good.

    Well we have come a long way in the last four years since I decided to "man up" and learn to ride my own scooter. Learning to ride has been life changing, in a good way. I only wish I had met both Betsy and Joe sooner. I view life itself differently and I have a new sense of what it is all about. I love traveling on the motorcyle and experiencing the open road. We get to our destination and I often do not feel like stopping. I never seem to get tired and I just feel totally alive while riding.
     I am coming to that crossroads where I am considering moving up into a bike that is more for touring. Betsy now has close to 85,000 miles on her and Joe says we need to consider getting me a new bike. I have test ridden several bikes now. Harley Davidson Roadglide, Ultra Classic, and Streetglide. Three models of Victory and the Indian Chieftain. Each time I test ride a bike I head back to Betsy and get on for the ride home and I am drawn back into how comfortable I am with her. I just seem to fit in that saddle and everything about her is so familiar. I wonder if with a new bike I will ever have that same feeling of comfort.

    I have settled on the Indian Chieftain to be her replacement. That is the only bike that is a step up from Betsy instead of a step down. I love the looks and the ride of the Indian and it is just an overall amazing machine. The new bike will be black with lots of chrome. But I am very worried about what will become of Betsy. We have considered having her be a showpiece in our home but I don't think she would be happy somehow. She loves the open road and every time she is packed down for the next trip. So I am hoping that we can pass her on to someone who loves her as much as I do. And I will always be grateful for her changing my life.
    So thank you Betsy and here is to 20 more years!

My Mothers Day Wish "Wow What a Ride!"

On this Mother’s Day I would like to give more than a Happy Mother’s Day statement, so this is my wish for all of my kids both biological and semi adopted.  

When my kids were young it was fairly easy to keep them safe. I had them in a controlled environment and I could tell them; “No – Don’t touch the hot stove”. As you have grown and become adults I find it harder to keep you safe. I believe that parenting is much harder as your kids get older. It is when they want you the least that they need you the most.

I watch my kids struggle and want to interject a solution but they don’t want to hear it. I watch them do the same thing over and over expecting different outcomes, but they keep getting the same result. I am so connected to them that I feel their joy in successes and the overwhelming pain of their failures. So I am going to take this opportunity in this forum to say what I want to say in hopes that some of it will be heard.

1.      Chose a mate wisely. I have raised you all to be confident and kind. You are also all very talented, smart people. People are attracted to you because they like your energy and you make them feel good being near you. This does not mean that they are good for you as a lifelong mate. Take your time and chose someone who matches with you. Someone who lifts you up when you need it. Someone who believes in your dreams and has dreams of their own. Find that someone that the two of you together are better than you are as individuals.

2.      Find your path. Each of you has talents and great things to offer the world. Don’t sabotage you dreams with poor decisions. Completing something to its conclusion so that you can move on to the next level is what it is about. Don’t set each thing up to fail because a fear of success. I watch each of you do this. I try to tell you not to “touch the hot stove”, but you don’t hear me and I am powerless to help you. I am also powerless to change the outcome at that point even though I know what is coming. All I can do is pick up the pieces and try to put you back together. So think about your actions and the potential ramifications before you execute. I have found that spontaneity is most of the time not a good thing. Granted you can over think things, but most of the time a little more thought is better.

3.      Fight battles worth fighting and make a plan to win. All of you at one point or another has jumped on a “band wagon” and taken on something because you believed in it. Often without thinking it through and understanding the consequences. I believe in following your passions, but understand that first and foremost is protecting and taking care of yourself. You can’t do much for your passion or cause if you are disaffected in some way. Take care of number one because you can’t help anyone without you.

4.      Don’t let yourself be used. There are a lot of people out there that are thinking of themselves and what you can do for them. Each of you have been in a situation where you were trying to be noble and have allowed someone to manipulate you for their benefit. You have been the fall guy. Sometimes it has been spouses. Sometimes it has been friends or bosses. You have to step outside the box sometimes and slow things down. Take an objective look at the situation and see if you are being used. If you are then put the brakes on it before you are damaged in some way. I am not saying you should become selfish and jaded, but understand when you are being used and the potential outcome will be bad for you. Put a stop to it before bad things happen. You will find that people will respect you more as a result.

5.      Don’t procrastinate. If something has a deadline than take care of it before it gets to it. Some things that start out small become much bigger and potentially disastrous when you let them go. And they don’t go away when they are ignored. So take care of business and pay attention.

I love you all with all my heart and my wish is that you attack life with all your energy and passion. Follow your dreams and don’t repeat my mistakes. Above all value and take care of yourself. My Mother’s day wish is that when you come to the end of your days you can look back and say you honestly made a difference and Wow What a Ride!