She was equipped with all the comforts of a tiny home; king size bed, spacious bathroom (for an RV), galley kitchen, huge tv, loft sleeping for little guests (we used it for our galley and craft storage) and of course the 12′ garage that stored our two Harley Davidson Softail motorcycles. We had it all, including the kitchen sink!
We both were street bike riders for many many years. At the time we started our RVing adventures, Dan owned a 2001 Fatboy and I owned a same-year Heritage Classic. Both were about 700 pounds of shiny steel; each with their own personality. Dan’s custom painted blue flame ride was named ‘Scout’ as he had been previously owned by an Army Soldier who was a Scout. Our son was also a Scout in the Army, so it was quite fitting to give him that sturdy name.
My ride was pretty special. ‘Silver’ was my 25th wedding anniversary gift from Dan. Silver, like the Lone Ranger’s steed, had ‘get up and go’ pep. He always started at the turn of the key fob and his engine and straight pipes told everyone I was coming. He was always meticulous and I always kept him show room pretty. He took me on so many great places and rides; too many to list.
Anyway, once we started our RVing quest to find cool places to ride them, we would park our Cyclone at campgrounds or RV parks, unload our Harleys and go.
We rode some awesome roads through the battlefields of Gettysburg, the Pine Mountains of Georgia, the Emerald Coast of Florida and even represented at Rolling Thunder in Washington D.C. Our steel horses led us through the Shenandoah Mountains in Virginia and Appalacians of the east coast. We enjoyed riding the twisties through the mountains and canyons of Colorado. We rode them up to some of the highest peaks and down to the salty coasts of the Atlantic Ocean and Gulf of Mexico.
However, sadly, that was short-lived…
It was quite unnerving because we were always riding unfamiliar roads and to be quite frank, drivers in other vehicles (we call them cagers), didn’t (and still don’t) pay attention to the road; and that included motorcycles. We’ve had some near misses and scares. Even as conscientious and skilled riders that we were, each time we threw our legs over our saddles, we always prayed we’d return in one piece…alive.
When we initially set up our toyhauler garage to haul our scoots, we purchased two Condor motorcycle chocks to seat the front wheels and used ratchet tie-downs to secure each bike to the pre-drilled D rings in the floor of the garage. They were quite stable as we pulled our Cyclone down the road. Getting the first bike in the garage was easy but trying to squeeze the other one in turned out to be more hassle than it was worth.
That and the maintenance and cleanliness logistics were more than we were willing to stress ourselves over.
We reached our limits and the fun factor wasn’t there loading and unloading, keeping them maintained and clean. In other words, they became a logistical nightmare for us as full-time traveling RVers.
We mutually agreed it was time to make a decision…sell them.
Two years later, while visiting our friends back where we started our RV ventures in Kentucky, we took Dan’s Fatboy to a friend of ours who owned a motorcycle repair and consignment shop (hi Gordon!). We held onto mine…no…make that “I” held onto mine thinking ‘maybe, just maybe’ we could two-up with just my Heritage.
I had a terribly difficult time letting go of mine. I logged over 60,000 miles on my Heritage. We went on many trips together but also, I rode several solo long-distance trips. I rode that Harley for over 25 Fallen Heroes as a Patriot Guard Rider and to send off and welcome thousands who were deployed. So, you see my quandary.
But, there finally came the time I had to sell Silver.
We were soon on our way to new adventures…
Our first year owning them (summer 2016), we rode along the Continental Divide between Idaho and Montana (single track through the woods) through the Bitteroot Mountains.
Last summer (2017), we rode to Needles Highway and the Iron Highway, Mount Rushmore and the Black Hills of South Dakota…
…as well as the rocky deserts in southern Arizona and Nevada.
So, as I blog this, we are now ‘cycle-less’. Though they provided awesome opportunities to see parts of America that couldn’t be seen from the highway, we are opting to seek other adventures.
What will our future of recreation bring? Who knows? It’s our ride. It’s our journey.