"I WANT TO RIDE MY BICYCLE. . . "

I’m not one much for camping, and I am not much of a bicyclist. I have some friends that are though; and I decided to follow them around with a couple of cameras on the Register’s Annual Great Bicycle Ride Across Iowa, or RAGBRAI for short. The ride started at Sergeant Bluffs Iowa on Sunday July 24th at the Missouri River and ended at Lansing Iowa on Saturday July 30th 2022 at the Mississippi River. I managed to sort through over 5 thousand images, and reduce it down to just one hundred; so fair warning, content dump ahead.

You can view the route here.

The following images are some of the highlights, I hope you enjoy. Also, I hope you read the blog post title in your best Freddie Mercury voice.

WHAT A LONG STRANGE ...YEAR... ITS' BEEN

Sometimes you see people doing things that seem properly adventurous. With all the things going on these days just leaving your home can sometimes feel like you are taking your life into your own hands. From peaceful protests, to full blown riots to covid it is a properly unsettled time we are in. So when I saw a friend posting photos of their trip halfway across the country I was genuinely curious as to the what and why behind their trip. I reached out to them and asked about maybe snapping a couple of photos and document a few details on the who - what - where - why. So we met up the day after they got back into town, I snapped a couple of shots, and sent them an email with a few questions. Below are the result of the correspondence along with some accompaning photos.

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DGP - To start off, just to set the scene, how long have you been riding for prior to this trip?

MS- I bought my first/current bike a year ago august 7th, and I took this trip partly because I wanted to get 20,000 miles on it in the first year (I came back with nearly 25000 but I did successfully put 20,000 miles on a bike in my first year of riding)

DGP - Was there any kind of inspiration or purpose for your trip?

MS- My grandparents had their 50th wedding anniversary this year so the rest of my family flew home to Seattle to see them and it was a good excuse for an adventure.

DGP - How did you prepare for the journey. Physically / mentally / practically / ect?

MS- My father was honestly more worried than I was, he made me download Life360 and kept trying to get me to take pepper spray (which I conveniently forgot) I've been camping my whole life so the only new part was the bike and traveling so far solo.

DGP - What are the details of you bike / and equipment you took along with you? Did you have a full camping set up, or just the bare essentials? Can you detail what you brought along?

MS- My bike is a nearly stock 2019 triumph street scrambler, the only 'mods' I've done to it that helped on this trip is the rear rack instead of a pillion seat and I had a 50cal ammo can that I had turned into a side pannier (best decision ever)

I'm actually very happy with the things I packed, I never felt like I was missing something and all my gear fit perfectly on the bike.

I had a youth tent which was juuuust big enough for me to lie down lengthwise so I slept on one side and put my gear on the other side.

My tent was bungee strapped down between my ammo can and a backpack that was on the rear rack.

The backpack held my clothes: 2 pairs of pants, a T-shirt, a medium weight flannel, 3 pairs of socks, and 7 underwear (trust me on this one, I did not want to be doing laundry every other day). It also held a good mummy style sleeping bag, a squeezable water filter for backwoods thirst, ziplocs to pack out trash, wet wipes, a leatherman, a power bank for my phone, and a metal fork-spoon-knife combo. ALSO the single best used (and most missed when I nearly ran out) were a shit ton of HotHands handwarmers. That's how I rode and slept in summer gear (even woke up to a layer of ice on my bike in Montana after a good nights sleep in a tent) and they prevented me having to carry bulkier clothes. In the 105° heat of Yakima and Wyoming, I'd strip down to T-shirt and opened my Olympia x moto 2 touring jacket's vent panels, in the 31° evenings in Montana and northern Washington I'd just put on everything I had and stick a few handwarmers in my gloves and one in every pocket.

Half of the ammo can was taken up by a 2 gallon gas can (no I won't take constructive criticism on this, you try running out of gas in buttfuck Wyoming and see how far that 12oz container gets you). The rest of the space went to a first aid kit, an inflatable sleeping pad, a tool kit, my Blip Roasters water bottle, my Sena charger, chain wax, a towel (thanks Douglas Adams), and sometimes my flannel when it got warm. Thus concludes my worldly belongings. 

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DGP - It looks like you had limited storage, how did you decide what to bring, and what to leave behind?

MS- I had to fend off my 'pack the kitchen sink just in case you have to wash dishes' father with a stick. If I was in doubt of something that didn't have two or more uses, I didn't take it. You'll see that a camp stove and even a knife is missing from my list; I decided to rely on supermarkets for dinner and gas stations for other meals. This saved on space and let me eat a vegetable or two that would've spoiled in transport.

DGP - Any mechanical or other issues that caused you issues along the way?

MS- Oh god, yes. When I was already in Washington (luckily) the downshift mechanism snapped clean off my shifter and left me stuck in 5th gear on i5 (the worst place to be stuck in any capacity) luckily Latus Harley in Portland had a triumph mechanic, and they warrantied it (they also found the valve shim that had been floating around for almost a month!). 

my chain had also been on the edge of my mind since Montana, when I noticed a link or two starting to kink as I was lubing it at a gas station. When I got to my grandparents place, my father helped me make a janky ass rear stand involving a car jack, two stands, a piece of plywood and 3 years off my life in 'if you drop my bike I'm gonna lose my shit (I still had the valve shim floating around in the engine so dropping it was a real concern). Cleaning and adjusting it let me see that it was worse than I thought but my stubborn ass thought I could make it back. Halfway through Montana going the other way it started skipping links so I limped it to the Bike Shed just expecting to have them tighten it, where they told me it wouldn'tve made it a hundred more miles (the chain looked like a slinky when it was off because the links could stretch so much and you could pretty much just take the whole thing right off the sprocket it was so loose) so I set off with a new chain on old sprockets and now I'm gonna have to spend a day at Hickory Union Moto fitting a new set up.

DGP - How did you plan the route?

MS- Don't laugh but I literally spent about a week looking at Google maps and just connecting all the roads that looked the twistiest (I quickly learned to use street view to check if they were gravel) I plugged in gas stops every 150-200 miles and ended each day in a national forest (free dispearsed camping).

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DGP - Did you take mostly interstate or did you take any state / back roads?

MS- On the way there I took the interstate only the first night (kc to the black hills) because I refuse to even look at the great plains if I can at all avoid it. Otherwise it was all scenic byways and other small roads. After my chain issue I ran home ASAP on the interstates because a snapped chain on a tiny remote highway sounds like too much adventure for me.

DGP - Any issues with fueling / food / lodging?

MS- I ran out of gas a few times on very rural roads but my gas can served its purpose well. 

Once I had planned to camp in Olympic nat'l park but there was a mix up with my campsite, so I tried bunk a biker for the first time and relied on the hospitality of a very kind soul in Paulsbo for a campsite. 

When I was coming back, my scheduling had been thrown off my the time it took to get a new chain put on so I only made it to Rapid City at around midnight. I spent about five minutes trying to find a campsite in the pitch black night of the national forest before realizing I was too young to get axe murdered by some Blair Witch shit so I found a classy overpass at around one am and slept like a baby until sunrise.

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DGP - On average, give or take, how many miles did you travel a day?

MS- A lot of variance! For example the road through Colville nat'l forest was entirely gravel logging roads up and down the mountain so I only made about 200 miles that day. The last day I made about 750 getting home but I think the average was 300-500 miles a day of 2 lane mountain roads.

DGP - How often did you stop for sites / fuel / food? 

MS- My bike has a 3 gallon tank so I had to stop for gas at least every 2 hours, and I usually ate there when I remembered to. I basically took the drive by version of every scenic place, stopping on the side of the road for pictures (don't do this in Olympic nat'l park, all you'll see is trees). I also stopped to find stickers for my ammo can (which took me almost 2 hours in Astoria), but otherwise it was all riding.

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DGP - Did you make any detours from your planned route for any road side attractions?

MS- If you've ever been in south Dakota you've seen the billboards for a place called Wall Drug (I googled it and there are 333 billboards for it in the state). I caved and stopped there, where I bought the most expensive sticker of my career so far, 6.99 for not even a palm sized sticker. It was a very obviously conservative place (as you'd expect though) so I didn't linger long.

YDGP - ou traveled alone, correct? Was there any concern or special preparations you took with traveling solo in mind?

MS- I was supposed to take a .22 but genuinely forgot, and I didn't miss it. Growing up outdoors I'm not scared of animals because I know better than to keep any food with me and I put all my scented stuff in my ammo can which slept outside my tent. The point of dispersed camping is being hidden so honestly pretty much the only people I saw on my trip were at gas stations. I downloaded life360 for my fathers peace of mind, but I'm usually a very independent person so the only thing I missed being alone was having someone to cuddle for warmth with in the cold ass nights.

DGP - How long did you stay on the road / miles / days traveled. Where and how did you sleep?

MS- 8 days the way there, 6 the way back. I tried to dispersed tent camp in national forests and when I couldn't I learned to appreciate overpasses. I slept like a log, after 8+ hours of riding each day, insomnia was not a problem, trust me.

DGP - What notable locations did you travel to / through.

MS- It was my first time in the Black Hills, I adore them, it's so beautiful. My hometown of Seattle and Portland were fantastic, I actually took part in a BLM protest ride at See See moto coffee in Portland. I love the PNW in general so seeing it again is always fun. Hwy101 up the Oregon coast is an amazing road as well.

DGP - What provisions did you take along / did you have an emergency kit?

MS- I just had a first aid kit and a basic tool kit–And my gas can if that counts as emergency kit.

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DGP - What notable sites / events did you encounter / see? 

MS- My favorite was the BLM protest ride in Portland, it was so much fun. I missed Sturgis on purpose, I didn't want to be any more of a plague rat than necessary. I did make a point to walk around the remains of CHAZ, its sad what the battles with the cops have done to it, but there's some amazing street art.

DGP - Any crazy stories you want to share from the journey?

MS- So in Glacier nat'l park there are these ground squirrels all over the place that had absolutely no fear of humans and the rangers had their work cut out trying to get tourists to not poke them. I sent a photo to my group chat, and friend of mine was desperately trying to convince me to punt one off the side of the mountain in revenge for his squirrel troubles here in KC (you were close buddy, I was considering it) so that was hysterical. 

Also! I got the absolute piss scared out of me by a cow in collville nat'l forest because I forgot that it was open range and I thought I was gonna get nerfed by a moose in the trees before it moo-ed at me.

When I was with my relatives, I went to silver falls in Oregon and there was a gas station/supermarket in the middle of nowhere and there was a animal pen/little fence thing behind the counter and I thought ??Dog? Then I was stopped in my tracks as a mini pig pokes its face out!!! There were 3 tiny oinkers and I got to pet one. Small towns man. Quiktrip could never.

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DGP - Based on your experience would you recommend a similar trip to others? If yes, what would you recommend to them as advice before they set out?

MS- Oh absolutely, it was a hell of an adventure! 

As for advice, there's so much that that I've learned during this trip that I'm planning on editing my FB posts to put lessons of the day, but the main ones are:

•If your clothes get damp, fix it ASAP, crotch rot is real and it'll fuck you up

•get some handwarmers, Walmart has HotHands in the camping section and those'll save your ass in the cold parts

•do maintenance and watch your bike carefully!! That thing is your feet, you're not getting far without it so make sure its in good shape

•you can survive without a throttle lock but if you don't like carpal tunnel maybe consider it, even though I won't but I'm young and stubborn

•talk to gas station attendants especially in remote places, they know the cool parts of town and you might even get to pet a dog named 'Baxter the bastard' (yes that's his full name) 

DGP - Given the ability to take the trip again, what would you change / do differently?

MS- I'd like to erase the great plains from my mind entirely and I'd stop going 20 over the sleep limit because now I owe like 3 states my hard earned cash 

DGP - This all reminds me of a quote from Hunter S Thompson:

““Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!”

― Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967

TWO YEARS.... Is too long...

I have been sitting on these images for two years now… that is too damn long. So I am finally getting around to publishing them on my website (Since they have already been published in @SiloDrome and @BikeExif respectively, along w my instagram @dgawfphotmotive already, These aren’t new images by any stretch, but better late then never I suppose…

Greg Hageman Built HD Sportster 1200 Scrambler

HD Sportster 1200

Greg Hageman Built Yamaha MT-07

Yamaha MT-07

You can find more of Gregs bikes at his website.

Hageman Cycles

The 2019 Distinguished Gentleman’s Ride

I was recently asked by the Kansas City ride organizer of the The Distinguished Gentleman’s Ride Andrew from Nomads KC if I was interested in capturing the event. Being somewhat of a softy for these types of charities, I was more than happy to donate my time to help capture the event.

This years ride started out at Blip Roasters in the west bottoms, stopped by the Liberty Memorial , and swung through the Country Club Plaza before ending at Nomads KC. This years ride raised just shy of three thousand dollars, and had 99 registered riders .

It was supported local by Nomads KC and Blip Roasters

National sponsors include:

https://www.triumphmotorcycles.co.uk/

https://www.elf.com

https://hedon.com

https://www.revitsport.com

This is a charity event hosted in support of men’s health issues, below is the press release on this years ride. for more details please visit the Distinguished Gentleman’s Ride

https://press.gentlemansride.com

“On Sunday, September 29th 2019, Over 125,000 classic and vintage styled motorcyclists around the world will suit-up in their smartest attire and unite in the annual The Distinguished Gentleman’s Ride, with the aim of raising $7 Million USD for prostate cancer research and men’s mental health initiatives on behalf of official charity partner, the Movember Foundation.

The Movember Foundation are the leading charity dedicated to helping men lead happier and healthier lives. Together with The Distinguished Gentleman’s Ride, they are dedicated to addressing some of the largest health issues faced by men around the world. 

Founded in 2012 by Mark Hawwa in Sydney, Australia, The Distinguished Gentleman’s Ride has raised over $18.5M USD for men’s health, with a goal of raising a further $7M USD to the cause in 2019.

With over 1 million men losing their lives annually to suicide and prostate cancer, this event is calling on the global classic and vintage style motorcycling community to stop men dying too young. This year, The Distinguished Gentleman’s Ride will parade through the hearts of over 700 cities across 110 countries on Sunday the 29th of September, 2019.

The Distinguished Gentleman’s Ride website, www.gentlemansride.com, is a peer-to-peer fundraising platform allowing fundraisers to register, personalise, and share their online profiles. Riders must register upon the website to take part and view their local ride details….”


5.26.2019 Street Portraits

On May 26th I had another opportunity to shoot some more street portraits. These were shot at the same location (Blip Roasters - West Bottoms KCMO), and with the same setup as last time. Just like last time, the focus was on both bikers, and their bikes (With a nice young family from NW Arkansas mixed in for good measure). I hope to step out in new directions with this setup in the near future (If you would like one of your own, please feel free to hit me up!). I am truly appreciative to (and humbled by) all the people who went out of their way to let me snap a portrait of them. Without all of these good people humoring me, this doesn’t happen

Here is the setup, pretty simple, just a piece of white formica, a light stand, some clamps and gaffers tape, and sand bags to hold it all down

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Now, onto the Portraits….

24 at 5280 - A test of Endurance - AKA It might get weird

It was somewhere west of the Colorado border. I remember it well. We had been driving all day after loading all of our gear into Todd’s E46 wagon and stashing my shitbox in his garage for safe keeping, storms had been called for after all. The restaurant had a buy one get one drink special. I do have a fondness for IPA’s, and being a cheap ass. I had drank my third beer, and was asked if I was ready for my fourth. I hesitated. The waitress sensed my weakness and pounced upon me. Started calling me a little girl, Todd and Dave chimed in in chorus with her. I try not to make it a habit of conforming to social norm’s or peer pressure, but I wasn’t driving, and she was right, it was more or less a free beer, and I may or may not, in fact, be... a little girl. So I drank it. Well most of if it anyways. more or less in a few gulps. We paid the toll, and proceeded upon our way. Before we left, thinking wise of it, I relieved some pressure that had formed in my bladder. Now you have to keep in mind, we are in the middle of nowhere eastern Colorado. Sitting in the back seat of the wagon it soon dawned on me, that I had not in fact relived a sufficient amount of pressure from my lower abdomen. Being where we were, rest stops, and more importantly bathrooms were not so easy to come by. It was a miracle we made it to a gas station without me leaking converted beer all over the back seat of the wagon. A dubious thought, no doubt. After returning to a chorus of laughter, we continued on our journey to the High Plains Raceway, where, in a few days a feat of automotive and physical endurance would commence.  1 car, 6 men, and 24Hrs of automotive racing. I was merely a tag along. “Crew” as some call. Mostly a shiftless layabout with a camera and a strong penchant for using it without regard. I made it until dawn before I rested on race day. I managed, with the help of friends, to wake before the finale. The drivers, they had a longer, harder slog then I. Rain, lightning, red flag stoppages, darkness, parts failures, blinding sun, blinding lights from other cars, fatigue, the unrelenting pressure of competition. There was much brought to bare, but in the end, they finished. which, if you have ever competed in any kind of endurance exercise, is in, and of itself, a significant accomplishment. 

Faces of Distinguished Gentleman - 2018 Ride

For some time, I have had this idea of doing a portrait series of owners with their motorcycles. Mostly as a spin off of my “faces of Blip” Concept. Which in and of itself, is a starting point, for a larger concept that is still gestating. I have struggled with exactly how I wanted it to look, and the best way to execute on the concept. Friends have provided valuable feedback on options, and ideas. This last sunday it all sort of clicked together serendipitously. I am not sure if this is the end of it, or just the beginning, but I am at least satisfied with the execution. . . this time. But like my other projects, I think this one is still a work in progress. I have some other images, of people on foot, or riding by passing in front of the white board, that has been the connecting component through all of these images. I will post those at another time. These shots, I want to stand alone for consideration as a single piece of work.

The Distinguished Gentleman’s Ride is charity event to support mens mental health and prostate cancer awareness - in support of The Movember Foundation

More information can be found here.

https://www.gentlemansride.com/

https://us.movember.com/

76' 2002

A couple weeks back I went and spent a few sweat drenched hours documenting my friend Doug work on his 1976 BMW 2002 in the mothballed GM Leeds assembly plant. The old GM plant leases out space for storage and what not, it is not big on air conditioning though.  

The car was more or less a basket case in the most literal sense of the phrase when he picked it. Here is a brief write up from Doug on the history of the car.

"We bought our 1976 BMW 2002 in July 2017 as a rolling chassis with carton upon carton of parts. It took three trips to Tulsa to get everything home to Kansas City. Now, a year later, the car is nearly complete, awaiting the final touches to the interior and final stage of conversion to electronic fuel injection.

The suspension has been upgraded to Bilstein shocks with Ireland Engineering springs, along with IE adjustable swaybars. Stopping power comes from ventilated front discs and four-piston calipers, complemented by oversized rear drums.

Prior to our purchase, the car had been sent to body work. All rust was cut out of the chassis and replaced, and it was repainted its original “Malaga” color. The engine was rebuilt to high-compression specs, as well as being desmogged. Some exterior trim has been shaved, and the U.S.-spec “diving board” bumpers have been replaced with smaller, lighter “euro” chrome bumpers."

I love these old square body cars, I can't wait to see this one out on the road.

And a big thanks to Doug for letting me come out and snap a few pics of him doing his thing. 

Rex Hobart and the Honkey Tonk Standards at the Ship

a fellow photographer and friend of mine also moon lights as a drummer with Rex Hobart. I believe he may be a Stanard Honky Tonk. They play at a bar where the entrance is in an alley. There is an interesting back story to this particular joint, but that is for another time.  Either way, I stopped by and checked out a set and snapped a few pics while I was there. If you enjoy either kind of music (that’s country or western for the ill informed) then you should definitely check them out. Normally you can find them Playing on the first Tuesday of the month, but not always. 

Anyways. Onto the photos.  

 

 

Smoke On The Prairie

Some years ago, I remember driving back from Wichita to Kansas City through the Flint Hills north of Wichita just as the sun slipped quietly below the horizon. They were burning the prairie, and for as far as you could see there was a thin ribbon of fire scorching the earth. Golden yellow grass laid in front, burnt black fields were left behind. This burning helps control invasive species plants, and helps native grass grow back stronger. Ever since I witnessed the beauty of this, I have wanted to capture this for myself.  A few weeks back I was able to to join a burn of some pasture land, near where I witnessed that iconic scene that was seared into my mind so many years ago. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did getting to follow along and document the day. I can still smell the smoke in my nose. 

A huge thank you to Carey Andy Scott for making this possible. 

Street Portraits After Dark

A little ambiant, a little flash, a lot of differences. More street portraits. 

I know there is a lot of incongruities between these shots, but I think that is what I like about them. I try to keep everyone inside the white, but sometimes they bust out. When asking strangers to stand in front of a white board so you can take their portrait, you don't have a lot time to make everything perfect.  With that all said, I think they work, but I'm probably biased. If you would like your own street portrait, hit me up!

And I can't say thank you enough for the people; some I know, some that are random strangers, who are willing to let me take their portrait. Without them, this doesn't happen.

10.1.17 Faces II

Round II of my new Faces Series. These were also shot down at Blip Roasters this last Sunday Morning.  I plan on moving this around some, so keep  look out for me and my whteboard.

I hope you enjoy viewing them, as much as I did shooting them! And if you find yourself at Blip one Sunday morning, or where ever I have my setup, feel free to jump in front of the whiteboard, and add yourself to the collection. 

Cheers!

Don

9.24.17 Faces Of Blip

As Monty Python Flying Circus once said. . . "And now, time for something completely different". This weeks installment I'm tentatively calling "Faces of Blip". Thanks to the encouragement of a few people (Thank you Ian and Travis), I took a step forward and out of my comfort zone, and started taking street portraits today. (Don't worry, I have some bike pics coming soon too).  I am not sure if I will keep the raw edges or not, this is something new I am exploring, and I hope you enjoy it. Hopefully there will be more of these to come.  

9_10_17 Blip Sunday Meet Up

Its been a few weeks since I have had a chance to make it down to Blip Roasters in the West Bottoms to shoot all the cool bikes & people. This morning, I had a chance to fix that. 

I hope you enjoy the images from today.

 

Cody Canada & the Departed at Knuckleheads Saloon

A few nights ago I was lucky enough to get all access to the Cody Canada & the Departed at Knuckleheads Saloon. Anyone who has ever been to a show at Knuckleheads knows what a truly one of a kind and great place to see live music. If you haven't seen a show at Knuckleheads, what are you waiting for? If you are a fan of Red Dirt Rock, then you are probably already familiar with Cody Canada & the Departed, but if you're not, you should check them out http://www.thedepartedmusic.com/#home

Anyways, here are a few shots from the night, hope you enjoy!