May 26-27, 2018 marked my first long-distance motorcycle
rally. There are numerous blogs written
by and for experienced riders and pillions (passengers), but this one is for
the newbies, like me.
For the uninitiated, a motorcycle rally is not a race. It’s the challenge of solving a puzzle on
wheels. Speed matters, certainly, but
planning and execution are at least as crucial.
More on that later.
I’m the pillion. My
rider, Jeff, has a long and successful rally record (two-time IBR finisher), so
it seems that this should be pretty easy.
I just have to sit there, right?
Well, yes, but when you’re out for a run with the big dogs, keeping up
has its challenges.
Background
I mentioned planning.
This rally, the Mason-Dixie 2020, billed as the premier rally in the Mid-Atlantic
(I’m just reporting here, not dissing the others), was based on a theme of
creating movies. As in all rallies, the
participants were provided with a list of bonus locations which is intended to
be a “menu.” Participants choose the ones they will visit. The bonuses were
spread all over the Mid-Atlantic area – NY, NJ, PA, WV, MD, DE, DC, VA, and
NC. Each bonus location has a point value. In this rally each bonus was also identified
as being an element of a movie – such as director (i.e., the statue of Ron
Howard in Mt. Airy, NC), an actor or actress, a location, subject, or
music. Various combinations would result
in “movies,” and completion of a movie earned the “production company” (each
rider or two-up pair) additional points.
A few items, including a bonus paying tribute to a fellow rider buried at Fort
Indiantown Gap cemetery, were mandatory, and one “movie” that required riding
to a location near Charlotte NC was worth so many points that it was impossible
to win or come close without doing it. So
a northern and southern boundary for the route were obvious. Other bonuses were
truly discretionary as long as you completed at least one movie. But collecting a bonus almost always included
an expense that would reduce the “budget” that each production company was given
to start, and the company was required to stay solvent. Of course, the
production company had to be able to ride to each bonus needed for the movie,
take a photograph or whatever else was required by the game rules, and complete
the route in 32 hours, less a mandatory 3 hour rest period. Traffic, weather, conflicting events such as
DC’s “Rolling Thunder” (an annual motorcycle event to honor veterans and
remember the MIAs from Vietnam) – those all had to be factored in by the
rider. Get the “puzzle” part?
The list of bonuses with the associated list of points and
expenses was released the Sunday before the event. Of course, with job and family obligations, plus
time spent bantering on the rally’s Facebook page, most people had limited time
for route planning. However, the
experienced riders, like Jeff, have accumulated a suite of tools that they are
adept at using, including Base Camp to build the route and spread sheets to
help optimize the points. Still, route
building is an art, not a science, and none of these tools will fully account
for everything. It’s up to the rider to
decide how much margin is needed, to evaluate his or her own skills and
preferences, and know when to either scrap a planned route and start over or
stop second-guessing the selected route.
The Rally!
We pulled into Martinsburg WV, rally headquarters, on Friday
afternoon in plenty of time to check-in and run the odometer check (which did
not require pillion-participation). That
evening was a riders’ dinner (which we skipped, eating across the street while Jeff continued fiddling with the route) and a mandatory riders’ meeting.
I had a restless night in anticipation of my first
rally. Jeff and I had ridden a lot
together, including a lot of long days, but I had never yet been on the bike
for 29 hours in a 32 hour period. So I
was a bit stressed and anxious.
We were up shortly after 4 a.m. so that Jeff would be in
time to “stage” the bike for departure at 4:45 a.m., and we would be able to
grab breakfast at 5 a.m. before the 5:15 a.m. mandatory riders’ meeting. The riders’ meeting was when the rally packs
were issued – containing the paper document that tells you exactly what to do
at each bonus and the rally flag that will be the proof in each picture that
you were there -- and in past years the moment at which the “wild cards” are
revealed. The big surprise this year was
no wild cards. The fun revelation was
that the high-value location near Charlotte NC was a wedding! The requirement was to show up there at 5:30
p.m. sharp for a photo with the bride and groom, Tina and Michael (also members
of the LD community). As Rick Miller,
the rally master explained, if you show up at 5:31, just keep on riding – it’s
too late! As we skimmed the rally book, I
adopted a trick that Jeff had seen Ande Good use; I photographed each page of
the rally book so that I could read it while we were traveling. As we approached each bonus, I could check on
the requirements so that we were better prepared to just hop off the bike and
execute rather than search the paper copy. (The rally book must return to the
finish line intact. Thus, trying to read
the 25 stapled paper pages while traveling at 70 mph is generally a
success-ending move.)
We got out of the parking lot quickly. Rick pointed out the night before that if
your route depends on being first out of the lot, there’s a problem with your
plan. Still, a quick departure is a nice
psychological boost that sets the pace for the rest of the day. Whether riding alone or as a two-up, you have
to have a routine that makes each stop and departure efficient. Notwithstanding our quick launch, we were not
on the road long before Jim Owen, the only two-time winner of the 11-day Iron
Butt Rally (the toughest endurance rally) passed us. I took a photo, and Jeff acknowledged he was
having a familiar rally experience –
behind Jim Owen! Again! In Cumberland, WV, another two-up couple, Erin and Jeff
Archambault, overtook us as well. The
three bikes leap-frogged through the line of “Sunday drivers” on the two-lane
parkway between Cumberland and our first bonus.
We arrived last, following the other two bikes into our first rally stop
of the day, the Field of Dreams.
As the pillion, I have very few responsibilities except to
show up in every picture, with the flag (and assure the top case is stocked
with snacks). The picture typically has
to include the bonus, me, and the flag, with the number of the flag
visible. Framing shots can be harder
than you expect depending on how close you can get, the sun, wind, etc. Low to
the ground bonuses may require some odd contortions to assure the bonus, like a
brick in the sidewalk, is readable, the flag is in the picture and there’s
enough of the pillion showing. Practice helps.
Jeff and I have been doing “tours” (non-timed bonus hunts) together for over
a year, so we have the routine down pretty well. My biggest responsibility is to keep track of
the flag, making sure it’s securely stowed after each bonus. This sounds ridiculously easy, but
surprisingly many riders will forget their flag at a bonus, drop it, etc. (Lost
flags generally include some type of penalty, including at minimum that the
rider be in the picture too.) We have a
hanger for the flag and can weight the bottom with clips or a ruler, which helps
keep it straight, even in the wind. Also,
I now generally have a pretty good idea of where I need to stand to get the
composition right. Still, with the sun
directly behind the small sign we needed to photograph at our first bonus, it
was a difficult picture to take.
Erin and Jeff got their photo done first and
left, with us and Jim shortly behind.
We all set off in the same direction, all evidently headed for the Nancy
Hanks homestead. However, Jeff and I missed a
turn and so by time we arrived, the other two bikes were leaving and that was
the last we saw of them until meeting up in North Carolina for the wedding.
Where we parked, there was a large sign that looked kinda,
sorta, maybe like the rally book photo of what we were supposed to photograph,
but not quite. On the other hand, it was the only thing in sight. Still, not convinced it was correct, we hiked past the gate and up the hill and eventually found the right
marker. Back on the bike, we headed
south. We learned later that (1) others
had been misled by that almost correct sign; and (2) that had we headed east we
would have encountered a flooded bridge that would have required backtracking
and a loss of time. Happily, neither of
those woes (or cows – more on cows later) befell us. But, both double-checking and luck can be
make-or-break factors in this game and you really need both!
In Morgantown we were required to get a picture of both of
us with a statue of Don Knotts. Rick
cautioned as we were leaving that arms’ length selfies would not do. We were told to use a selfie stick or a
tripod, and if we didn’t have either, to stop and buy one. Jeff had a selfie stick but left the
attachment to press the button at home – an unanticipated hiccup and one we decided to
risk rather than remedy with a purchase.
But luck was with us again.
Despite the early morning hour, two young people were taking turns
taking each other’s photo with Knotts.
So when we pulled up, I jumped off the bike and offered to take
pictures of both of them with the statue, if they’d do the same for us, which
they happily did.
Despite the rain, we got to the Charlotte area in plenty of
time. The sun came out, we picked up our
only “revenue bonus” (a cigar) that we hadn’t expected to get until after the
wedding (and not being a cigar fan, I shopped until I found one that was about $3, more than the $2 minimum but not the $10 ones that were an easier grab), stopped at a drug store for a bandage to protect a part of Jeff’s leg
that was rubbing on his boot, and still arrived 28 minutes early for the
wedding bonus.
There was no way for us to know in advance how many people
intended to “attend” the wedding, but the vast majority of the riders did. We were among the first five to ten bikes to
arrive, and there was a constant stream after us, rolling in, politely parking
where instructed in an orderly line, perhaps grabbing a bottle of the cold
water thoughtfully provided by the bridal couple, Tina and Michael, and donning
the purple tiara provided to us for the photo.
At least two of the attendees, obviously tipped off in advance as to
what might be occurring at this location, also donned neckties, coordinating
with the purple wedding color scheme. Very
nice touch!
Around 5:30 p.m., the newlyweds and the rest of their guests
emerged from near the shoreline of the lake and met up with us at the top of
the driveway. A number of the
guests-without-helmets took a stroll to admire the bikes while the riders and
pillions took their places – with tiara and flags – for a group photo with the
bride and groom. Playing off an inside
joke, we all very cheerfully followed the instruction – on the count of three -- to say “cheese dick,” which caused the official wedding photographer to
literally double over with laughter.
Upon dismissal, we all quickly exited. I don’t know how long it took (since we were
out of there as fast as we could get our gear on) but I suspect that within 5
minutes, there was no trace left of the rally riders’ visit except the
lingering hum of the last bikes down the road.
A note here on pillion amenities – or more precisely, lack
thereof. The rider has a dashboard
decked out with gadgetry to show the route, the weather and other pertinent
data; a hydration system mounted to the bike that he can access when thirsty, a
tank bag and other little nooks and crannies for stashing things like sunscreen,
chapstick, a granola bar for the road, or anything else he might want en
route. In contrast, the pillion generally has
nothing except her pockets. Not even a
cup holder. (OK, I saw one non-LD rider bike once that
did, along with a big cushy seat and foot boards, but turning the bike into a
Barcalounger on wheels just seems wrong.
It’s an ADVENTURE bike!) So, in
the year and a half of riding – with someone who stops only for fuel and
bathroom breaks – I’ve had to experiment with a variety of ways to assure I
have access to anything I might want while we’re rolling, such as access to my phone,
heat controller (for the heated gear – not used on this trip), extra battery for
when our travel time exceeds the helmet radio’s charge, chapstick, water,
etc. I’ve previously used lanyards to
hold the phone and camera (both waterproofed) but on this trip I added a small cross-body
water bottle carrier. I found the cross
body strap to be far superior to the lanyards for comfort and for manageability
when it rains. With that inspiration, I’m looking forward to the arrival of a
new cross-body water bottle carrier with a phone pocket this week, and hoping I
can consolidate everything onto one cross-body strap for the future. I’m sure others have different preferences and
solutions.
After leaving the wedding we headed north to Lynchburg and
then Charlottesville. Apparently this
sequence made logical sense to others too, because we ran into other riders at
each of the next three bonuses, as well as some seriously intoxicated students
at the Georgia O’Keefe bonus in Charlottesville (one of whom I had to flag down
to keep him from backing into our parked bike). At the Christian Science Reading Room in
Lynchburg, a departing rider helpfully let us know that Rick had already been
alerted that the bonus sign was missing, and that inclusion of the street sign
and the empty sign post (with me and the rally flag) would suffice for the
photo.
We considered whether we should take our rest stop at my
house, -- which is less than two miles from the Exorcist Steps, one of our bonuses
for the morning, but we weren’t sure about the availability of receipts. (To verify you took your rest stop, you need
to get a dated, time-stamped receipt with the location printed on it at the beginning
and end of the period from the same or essentially same place.) So, instead we
stayed at a garden style hotel in Virginia that was just off the highway, with
an adjacent gas station where we could buy a snack at the start of the rest
period and gas at the end, before hitting the road again (with receipts!) That’s the perfect set-up for maximizing the
amount of rest at the rest bonus while minimizing the lost time. Even so, we missed
some sleep because the desk clerk was off changing his clothes and what with
time to come and go we really only had two hours of sleep. But unlike the night before, I slept very
soundly. When we departed three hours after
our arrival, we saw another rally bike parked under the hotel canopy too.
We started our DC area sweep in Bethesda, Maryland with
Madonna of the Trails and then onward to Silver Spring. The two riders who were at the Silver Spring
stop when we arrived appeared more than relieved when we jumped off the bike
and ran for the bonus plaque, which was tucked below-grade on a shadowed
wall. Billy Connacher later remarked
that he was ready to give up searching when we showed up. Fortunately, we had seen the plaque on a
geocaching expedition last fall, so our home-town advantage helped.
Then we continued on to the Exorcist steps. In retrospect, this would have been an ideal
time to have picked up the JWB1 bonus on F Street (assuming we had the budget
or foresaw skipping a planned bonus later), since we had to wait for daylight
to photograph the steps, but it wasn’t in the planned route so we didn’t think
to do that. Instead we showed up early
for the Exorcist steps and – forgetting why we hadn’t planned to arrive so
early – nearly left too soon. But we
waited for sunrise and got the shot.
Our next stop was the Einstein statue on Constitution Ave,
directly across from the Vietnam Veterans Memorial – or more importantly,
ground zero for Rolling Thunder. Having lived in DC since before the first
Rolling Thunder event, I had been all over this issue once I realized we might
find ourselves in the midst of it. Since
I work only a few blocks away from the Einstein statue, on the Thursday before,
I had walked the area, looking for no parking signs or road closures, secured a
copy of the official guide, chatted with park rangers, and checked out the DC
traffic alerts. I was certain that if we
were out of there before six a.m. (when reveille was scheduled for Rolling
Thunder) we’d be OK. Departing the Exorcist steps for Einstein, the hometown
advantage helped us again. The GPS was
directing us to take the Key Bridge across the Potomac and then to cross the
Potomac again to get to downtown. This
worried me a bit because it took us closer to areas that might be impacted by
the holiday events and further, I was puzzled as to why that would be shorter
than taking the Whitehurst Freeway, which I do daily. Then I realized that the GPS was somewhat
pickier than we were about the accessibility of the Whitehurst from the spot where
we were located. In a car, the maneuver
we did would have been impossible. But
when I pointed out to Jeff why the GPS and I had different opinions, he was on
it, and minutes later we were downtown, via the Whitehurst, got our shot and
were headed out of town.
The Miss Piggy brick was another challenge. From street view, we had a sense that the
bonus location was in a park about halfway up a path. Rick had mentioned that it was near the big
marker for Jim Henson. That was little
help. It took us longer than it should
have to read every brick paver around the Jim Henson marker until Jeff finally
found it in a section of brick that was separated a bit.
We were able to roll through Baltimore and pick up three
bonus there with nothing more exceptional than an amusing chat with a local who
staggered up to me with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other near
the Frank Zappa statue. (This was shortly after 7 a.m.) Jeff wears ear plugs on
the road and I don’t, so he generally leaves conversations with others to me,
since he can’t hear anyone. Thus, he was
a bit puzzled when I reported that the guy just wanted
to know if I “had a light?” “Dude,” Jeff
observed, “your cigarette is already lit.
And you can light the next one off of that one.” Unfortunately, our friend missed this bit of
wisdom as he had already shuffled out of ear shot.
The remainder of the morning’s bonuses were uneventful. So uneventful that my biggest challenge was
staying awake, a problem that often plagues me on slab (that is, highways). There just isn’t enough to do in the pillion
seat! As odd as this may seem to someone
who has never ridden pillion, dozing back there is pretty easy. Sandwiched between the top case and Jeff, I
can’t fall off and the helmet keeps my head from rolling from side to side
(although I sometimes nod forward and bump Jeff’s helmet, which is how he knows
I’m dozing). I still try not to do it,
since it’s not ideal to be half-awake if he has to stop suddenly. But with little sleep and nothing of great
interest, I did get a few cap naps that morning.
From shortly after the time we left Einstein, we hadn’t seen
any more bikes; we did our next series of bonuses solo. It wasn’t until we were approaching the
Mid-Atlantic Air Museum that we saw more riders. The Cover trio was already departing.
Throughout the morning Jeff had been watching the time and
we had lost some of our margin. If we
did the rest of the route as planned, we’d still make it with over an hour to
spare, but only if there were no delays.
Rather than risk a DNF ("did not finish"), we decided to ditch our last director bonus (one of the two churches in Sacramento PA),
since we didn’t need it for a movie. In
retrospect, that bonus, or the JWB1 that we hadn’t even considered, would have
gotten us a third-place spot and we had the budget to do both. Woulda, coulda, shoulda – but it was too
late!
We had smooth sailing into Fort Indiantown Gap, did our
bonuses and rolled in to the finish with plenty of margin. While thirty-eight other production companies
also made it back on time, we learned later that at least three riders had to
drop out due to problems encountered on the road (but with no injuries to
humans, fortunately). The story that will live on in infamy for this rally will
be Dave Arkle’s spectacular non-finish.
He reported that as he was heading down a dark road he noticed a cow in
the on-coming lane. Understandably, he
was momentarily distracted by that cow, which is why he didn’t see the OTHER
cow, until it was too late. Unlike the
bike and the cow, Dave survived unscathed, for which everyone was
thankful. At the Finisher’s Banquet,
when production companies were awarded prizes for innovative movie titles, he
won the Space Cowboy award in absentia since he turned in the only REAL cow-(meets)-boy
production.
The top finishers were James Alton, Jim Abbot, and Steven Griffith. Others were awarded various honors including the coveted (sort of) cheese dick award and -- new this year -- awards for their movie titles. Awards list.
The top finishers were James Alton, Jim Abbot, and Steven Griffith. Others were awarded various honors including the coveted (sort of) cheese dick award and -- new this year -- awards for their movie titles. Awards list.
As noted earlier, had we made only one more bonus, we could
have been in third place. But when they
announced the scores at the Finishers’ Banquet, and we got fourth place, I was
over the moon. While fourth is not a
podium spot, this rookie was so happy to have survived and enjoyed her first
rally, it was every bit as good as a win for me. What a great ride!
Donna M. Attanasio
May 2018
May 2018
