Jan - BMW Club of Houston

P. O. Box 7542
Houston, TX 77270
WEBSITE
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BMW MOA #12
BMW RA #287
Officers
• President
Neil Reno
713-937-8792
nreno@flash.net
• Vice President
Jeff Washburn
281-894-1763
jeff@washburn1.com
• Treasurer
Robert Stallones
713-621-0280
rstallones@houston.rr.
com
Secretary
Bill Corrow
281-440-9126
bill@corrow.com
Sergeant at Arms
Carl Chapman
281-343-0412
cchapma@ev1.net
Club Historian
Diane Cox
713-688-1711
dianec@swbell.net
Newsletter Editor
S. Colette Chapman
281-343-0412
scc1@ev1.net
Inside this Issue:
Pres. Message 1
Minutes
2
Treas.Report
2
Calendar
7
Classifieds
8
This past Sunday, the 4th
of January, was witness to one of
the reasons we live in the Gulf
Coast and endure six months of
sweltering, humidity laced heat.
That is to get out and ride on an
absolutely gorgeous winter day.
As difficult as it may have been to
have bettered the weather and
the ride for New Year’s at the
Galvez, last Sunday showed that
it is possible.
Last month I talked about
why you may belong to this club.
Thanks to Jeff Washburn for
planning the ride. I must admit
that I almost missed this ride, or
pulled a “Reno” as some call it.
My back fence had practically
fallen down during one of the
recent storms and I had to begin
making repairs. I worked all day
Saturday and the later it got, the
more I realized that I had to reorder my priorities. I had not
been riding enough. So I set the
post for the back fence (one of
five had broken), guyed the fence
off, rebuilt the front fence, and
decided I would finish the job
next weekend. It was time to ride
with club buddies.
Both of the rides, to
Galveston and Brenham, were
great. Robin accompanied me to
Galveston, but the Brenham run
was solo. Three of four of the
current
club
officers
were
present, as well as Ron Goodall
from Temple, Floyd Crow from
Beaumont, Les Rhodes from
Texas City, and about 20 other
members. There was only one
DNF,
Steve
Henderson’s
driveline failed on his R11RS.
Three other members stayed to
help get a trailer and get Steve
back home. No accidents and
as far as I know no one received
a citation for any type of moving
violation.
More rides are being
planned.
At
this
months
business meeting Floyd Crow
offered a proposal to make the
Sunday following the business
meeting the official ride day.
The Sunday morning rides from
Denny’s will still happen. Carl
Chapman is planning the Texas
Cattle Ride on February 16.
The March day ride will be
incorporated into the overnight
trip to Palestine.
Every effort is being
made this year to continue to
provide riding opportunities to
our members. If you don’t come
out and ride with us, too bad for
you!
I understand that not
everyone can make every ride
because
of
other
life
commitments. To this end ride
plans
are
being
made,
schedules of rides are being
posted, and routes will be
provided as they are available.
One or more of these rides may
be just the reason you joined
our group. Check the newsletter
The regular meeting held on January 9, 2003 was called to order by
Carl Chapman at 8:00 PM. Our president, Neil Reno, presided over
the meeting and called for a motion to accept the minutes of the
December meeting as printed in the newsletter with the exception of a
correction to the Treasurers Report. The motion was seconded and
passed by acclamation. Treasurer, Robert Stallones, gave a
treasurer’s report which can be found in this newsletter. We
welcomed Beverly Ruffin’s guest Rick Harrelson (Harley Rider),
Beverly will work on him. Floyd Crow brought up the question of an
annual budget and Neil responded that he agreed and was working
on it. Reminders were presented regarding the upcoming events –
see the calendar. Floyd Crow presented a motion from the floor to
make the first Sunday following the business meeting as the official
monthly club ride day. The motion was seconded and carried with a
voice vote. Vice President Jeff Washburn congratulated Ignacio
Flores for having the highest mileage for the year 2002 and reminded
everyone to turn in their beginning mileage for the year 2003. He also
mentioned openings still available for the Experienced Rider Course
on January 25. We voted in and welcomed new members Jim Green,
Doron Grudo, Jeff Johnson, and Robert Cline.
Ben Muller has
arranged for a slide show following the February meeting. Johanna
Liska, daughter of Danny Liska, author of the book “Two Wheels to
Adventure” will provide commentary. The meeting was adjourned at
8:25 PM.
Respectfully,
Bill Corrow, Secretary
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BMW Club of Houston, Ltd.
Treasurer’s Report as of December 31, 2003
Balance as of November 31, 2002
Receipts:
Advertising Receipts
Christmas Party Refund
Club Member Donation
Receipts Total
Expenses:
Christmas Party
Internet Service
Domain name renewal
Kinko’s (2months & rally)
Annual Post Office Box Rental
Check reorder
Expenses Total
Balance as of December 31, 2002
6302.00
400.00
25.00
5.00
430.59
(620.16)
(20.51)
(115.00)
(500.89)
(48.00)
(20.75)
(1,325.31)
5,407.28
$
or the website to plan your
weekend or Sunday and join
us for a ride.
On a different subject, I
recently had the base of my
Multivario tank bag replaced.
During the process I found out
something that I was not
aware of. The gentleman who
performed the repair informed
me that one of the reasons he
sees so many broken zippers
on the lower section(s) is
because the zipper is of the
locking variety. Therefore you
have to pull out on the zipper
before pulling back. If you are
just pulling back you are
fighting the mechanism and
eventually your lower section
zippers will give it up. He also
told me that the mapcase is
inherently weak. By adding a
few stitches to the top section
on each side of the case, you
may be able to delay the
deterioration/disintegration of
your expensive tank bag.
Remember to ride safe
and stay focused.
If you
choose to ride fast, do so
only if you can and when and
where you can.
Neil “Keeno” Reno
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One morning my brother Peter
awakened to a mission. The
call was for him to hop on a
motorcycle with his wife Eva
and run up to Meeteetse,
Wyoming where he might buy
her a beer in the Blue Ribbon
Bar. The summer he was 16
he had worked on a ranch up
the Greybull River from
Meeteetse, and he had had
the first beers of his life there
in the Blue Ribbon. Now thirtysomething years later he was
determined to go back and
have another.
I had worked at the
same ranch two or three years
earlier than Peter and had my
own first experiences up there.
I got to be a real cowboy that
summer. I’ve always been a
city boy, albeit one from
Texas, and hadn’t a clue about
life away from the pavement
and the supermarket.
Basically a cowboy
moves cattle from one place to
another, point A to point B.
Throughout the first half of
summer we moved steers from
the low-lying deserts of the
Bighorn Basin up into lush
pastures in the Absaroka
Mountains, and later the steers
were moved back down to
winter. The foreman remarked
more than once that the only
thing dumber than a steer was
that guy riding behind it, trying
to make it go somewhere.
The thought of retracing
some of those steps was very
appealing. Besides, a beer
run to Wyoming is a good
reason to take a crosscountry motorcycle trip, and I
asked Peter if he minded if
Janice and I tagged along.
And so it became a
foursome.
We would be
riding a pair of gray
K1200LTs, BMW’s version of
the ultimate riding machine
for
long-distance
two-up
touring. (It’s said that the
gray LTs, are the fastest
because gray is the color of
the wind.)
It was mid-seventies
and muggy as we rode out of
Austin an hour or so before
daylight.
This was midSeptember, and it was still
summer in central Texas.
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We were aiming for
Salina (suh-LIE-nuh), Kansas,
about 630 miles north on
Interstate 35.
Normally we
would avoid the Interstate, but
decided the trade off for
slabbing it up there would be
waking up tomorrow in a
different part of the country.
Traffic was very light as
we slipped through the dark
past Georgetown, Belton and
Temple. I remembered riding
through the dark that summer
on the ranch. We would have
trucked ourselves and our
horses out to the far end of
some miles-deep pasture in
the dark, and then deployed
ourselves along the back fence
line as dawn cracked and light
began to seep across the land.
At first only shapes could be
made out, darker shadows of
bushes and boulders and
bluffs, and then details would
begin to appear like limbs on
the bushes and indentations
in the rocks, but without
color,
everything
in
monochrome. As the light
grew, greater and greater
detail could be seen and just
after you could pick out
individual leaves on a plant,
you realized you could see in
color.
It was moment of
magic for me every time it
happened.
I was anticipating that
moment as we sped along
the freeway, but there was
too much light coming from
all the billboards and freeway
signs and truck stops. Color
never
really
left
the
landscape. Still it was good
to be riding when the sun
came up – that always feels
like a special blessing on the
day.
We had a grand slam
breakfast in Waco and then
took the west fork of I-35
through Ft. Worth, scarcely
slowing from highway speeds
as the K bikes whirred past
the downtown skyline and
north past the stockyards and
train yards. We stopped for
gas in Denton and thirty
minutes later crossed the
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Red
River
into
Oklahoma. The riverbed is
quite wide, with bluffs on both
banks, but the river was way
down and looked more like a
creek winding through the
middle of the bottomland flat.
Gently rolling plains
north of the river rose up to
larger hills and the
optimistically-named Arbuckle
Mountains, then down into the
valley of the Washita and on to
the Canadian River and
Oklahoma City.
The freeway choked
with lunch hour traffic just
south of Oklahoma City, so we
stopped and had monster
salads and eased our legs a
bit.
After Oklahoma City the
countryside rose out of the
Canadian valley and continued
to roll gently across the
watersheds of the Cimarron
and the Arkansas… up the
little bluffs, across the rolls
between the drainages, down
the little bluffs, across the
bottomland flats, up the little
bluffs, and so on.
Crossing into Kansas
the countryside changed from
cattle and horse ranches to
great fields of stubbled wheat,
and the scale of the roll
increased.
I had always
thought “the Great Plains”
would be pretty flat, like the
Llano Estacado, but under
those fields of grain the land
itself rises and falls in waves.
The other expectation I
had had was that “the wheat
fields would go on forever to
the horizon.”
Instead the
wheat fields are squared and
bounded with tree rows, as if
for protection, and occasional
openings between the trees
connect one field to another.
The wheat had recently been
harvested, leaving vast tracts
of stubble. Stubble is never
pretty.
We got to Salina in late
afternoon and pulled into a
motel
whose
sign
was
welcoming Quarterhorses and
Wheatland Cluster Dogs. I
know what a quarterhorse is,
but none of us had ever heard
of a cluster dog. I wondered,
would a cluster dog be bred to
round up sheep or something
into clusters?
A man was walking
across the parking lot with a
little black and white dog on a
leash and I asked him if that
was a cluster dog. “A what?”
he asked rather stiffly. “A
cluster dog,” I said, pointing to
the sign. He smiled as he
realized I wasn’t trying to insult
his dog or be smart with him,
and kindly let me know his dog
was part-terrier and part he
didn’t know what.
A rainy cold front was
blowing through next morning
so we dressed in the full
touring suits and zipped in
the liners. I remembered the
flannel-lined blue-jean jacket
I had that summer on the
ranch, when I found out that
denim wasn’t really an allweather performance fabric.
Not
like
ballistic-weave
Kevlar
double-sewn
to
Teflon-coated
500-dernier
Cordura
laminated
over
micro-breathable Gore-Tex,
lined with Thinsulate and
punctuated with stuff that
shines in a light like a
beacon.
We headed west on I70,
pretty
dry
and
comfortable
all
things
considered. I wondered if the
people in the cars thought we
were crazy. We rode out of
the rain in Hays some ninety
miles later and turned north
on US 183 (the same 183
that goes past Kreuz’s Bar-BQue in Lockhart, Texas).
Outside of Hays the highway
became a two lane and as
the pavement dried we could
pick up the pace a bit.
Though the road rose and fell
across several rivers, the
plain itself was rising ahead
of us. The temperature rose
into the 60s and those fourcylinder engines were singing
and it was very pleasant
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ascending that plain.
We crossed Prairie Dog
Creek into Nebraska, and the
speed limit dropped to 65.
Please. On a dry road in the
middle of nowhere?
They
must be kidding.
The
landscape rose and fell just
like before and the road
arrowed straight north through
the farmland. The stubbled
wheatfields had continued
from page 5
become early green cornfields
and fields full of giant
sunflowers taller than humans,
their faces all pointed east as if
faithfully waiting for the sun on
this gray morning. Between
the fields spread pastures
dotted with cattle.
We
crossed
the
Republican River and Harlan
County Lake and began to rise
up out of the valley when
suddenly Nebraska Highway
Patrol appeared at the top of a
hill. Pop, pop – 86 and 84.
S**t.
His overheads came on
and he started into a highspeed u-turn, but we had
stopped and dismounted and
were taking our helmets off
before he got all the way
turned around.
He turned out to be a
very polite young fellow, and
indicated that if we maintained
our good behavior he “might
give us a break.” This meant
)
“ How To Handle a Motorcycle
Crisis” by Allan R. Kirk
submitted by Mark Flato last
month was and is a good
example
of
handling
emergencies when on the
road. There are other types of
“Crisis” besides crashing into
other vehicular traffic or
running off the road and
crashing
into
roadside
furniture. I offer this real story
of a crisis faced by some of my
friends who were totally
unprepared.
Six of my friends from
Vermont and Pennsylvania
went to the Blue Ridge
Parkway, Deals Gap, Foothills
!
Parkway and all the other
great roads over there in
September to get in some
serious riding before winter
came to the northeast. They
had a great ride coming down
with overnights at the Peaks of
Otter and in Blowing Rock with
a super fine meal at the Brown
Trout,
YUMM.
On
to
Waynesville for a couple of
day’s riding before heading
back home. With Newfound
Gap Road, Little River Road,
The Foothills Parkway and
Deals Gap out of the way it
was time to head back to
Waynesville. The shortest and
quickest
way
is
down
writing up the 86 mph ticket
at less than 20 miles over the
limit. In Nebraska 20 is a
magic number – over that
and the fine more than
doubles.
Decorum was
maintained and we got our
break and as we separated,
he was kind enough to turn
around and head in the other
direction.
You may continue reading
Paul’s great article in the
February Newsletter.
Paul Yeager
Houston, Texas
September, 2002
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highways 28 and 74; the
most fun way is down 129 via
Robbinsville. So, 129 it is.
Can’t have too much fun. It is
now mid-afternoon and back
to Waynesville is at least a
two-hour ride. This piece of
129 is 25 miles from Deals
Gap to Robbinsville. It is
mostly in the canyon which
follows along the Cheoah
River
with
only
one
campground and Ranger
Station.
My friend Bob is
leading the group, with my
friend Dick following a few
yards back. The remainder
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Every Sunday 8 am
Denny’s – FM 1960 @ Highway 290
Announcements
Having brunch at the Galvez
on New Year’s Day!!
18-19
25
13
15
9
13
15-16
10
18-19
25-27
Don’t miss the monthly
Sunday Rides!
8
16-17
11
6-8
January
Buescher State Park Weekend
Experienced Rider Course
February
Business Meeting – Hickory Hollow
Sunday Ride Carl Chapman’s Texas
Cattle Ride.
March
Daytona Ends
Business Meeting – Hickory Hollow
Neil Reno’s Palestine/Rusk Train Ride
April
Business Meeting – Hickory Hollow
Ron Goodall’s Lake Belton Campout
Texas National
May
Business Meeting – Hickory Hollow
Ride The Three’s with Floyd Crow
June
Business Meeting – Hickory Hollow
Three Day Weekend to Arkansas-more
info to come
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For Sale: New Touratech XENON Aux. Light
for R1150GS (Note Adventure)
(Info in www.tourtech-usa.com/shop
BMW_R11GS.lasso?Top
Cat=R11&SubCat=Light)
Mounts on right side of wind screen and
produces 3200 lumens. This thing turns night
into day! $350.00
Marc Walsch, home 713-592-6760 wk 713658-1211 (10/02)
Wanted: Nice 1993 R100RS, last year
made, the blue one, for myself (12-02)
Kevin Graulty 936-293-1832
Squids3061@aol.com
Wanted: Low seat w/mounting hardware for
’95 K75RT. (1-03)
Scott Snedden 281-361-2050
Ssnedden@kingwoodcable.net
For Sale: Ohlins Type 4 shock, fits K100RD
‘88-89, K100RT/LT ‘88-89, and K75RT thru
’95 (all w/ABS). Like new, low miles, e-pics
available $600.00 (1-03)
Scott Snedden 281-361-2050
Ssnedden@kingwoodcable.net
For Sale: 1997 F650, black, wifes bike, 2500
miles, totally stock, dealer serviced, driving
lights, accessory plug, caseguards, wrist rest,
rka tankbag system with panniers, mint
condition, always garaged. $4800.
David Boyles 713-467-9333 or 713-961-5522
San Diego, Califorina
Don Vesco, the current wheel-driven land speed record holder and a
true legend in the sport, died in late December at Mercy Hospital in
San Diego, California. Vesco was 63 and had been fighting a battle
with cancer in recent months. During his career the former
motorcycle land-speed record holder held an amazing total of 18
motorcycle and 6 automotive records at the Bonneville Salt Flats and
earlier this year (2002) set the current wheel-driven land speed
record with a run of 458.44 mph.
For more on the amazing life of Don Vesco visit his web site at
www.teamvesco.com
January 18-19, 2003
Don’t Miss
Our Annual Weekend at
Buescher State Park
Men’s Turn to Cook!!!!
Our club has been has traveled to this
beautiful park for close to 30 years to stay
the night in the Recreational Hall playing
cards, dominos and trivial pursuit, swapping
lies, kicking tires and eating with Morris
Munich, Germany, December 20
burning up as much firewood as he can.
Dr. Herbert Diess (44) will take over as president of BMW Motorrad as of You can put your sleeping bag on the floor
of the Rec Hall in front of the huge stone
January 2, 2003. The present BMW Motorrad president, Marco Frhr. v. Maltzan
fireplace or camp outside under the stars or
(47), will be moving to the board of directors of BERU AG, Ludwigsburg andhotel
will it in Smithville or Bastrop. Attendees
will pay a $1.00 entrance fee to park. The
become chairman of the board there on January 4, 2003.
Diess studied mechanical engineering at the Technical University in Munichmen
andwill cook the Saturday evening meal.
We will pass a hat to collect for the meal
was awarded his doctorate in 1987. The enthusiastic motocyclist entered theexpenses.
world of industry in 1989 at Robert Bosch GmbH and moved to BMW Group in
Buescher State Park, a scenic area,
1996. Various management functions led Dr. Diess to England in 1999 where
1016.7 acres just north of Smithville
he headed the management of the Oxford plant in the year 2000. He was born
Bastrop County.
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Like many BMW riders, Bill
has a motorcycle for his every mood.
And a couple of his moods swing
toward shiny chrome and loud pipes.
A perceptive person will recognize
an onset of “the mood.” And when
he’s in one, only time and patience
helps.
If you’ve been around me very
much, you’ve heard my blather about
motorcyclists, and my favorite
phrase, “I ride with the Beemers, but
I party with the Harleys.” There’s
good reason for that. Harleys party.
And you won’t find a friendlier group
of Harley partiers than the one in
Beaumont-the Right Side of Texas.
It’s so close to the Louisiana border,
you
just know they do it right.
So when Bill and I heard that
the Cowboy HOG was going to
celebrate Christmas on Saturday,
December 7th it put us both in the
mood. Moods being contagious,
Floyd and Dessie Crow couldn’t help
but join in. So the four of us, donned
in our holiday finery, threw caution to
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the
wind
and
straight for the Jefferson
Singles Club and the
celebration.
We
disappointed.
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headed
County
holiday
weren’t
Beverly, Bill and Dessie at the
HolidayCelebration
The DJ was spinning records to
entice even the most subdued
participant. The Cajun caterer served
up boudain, gumbo, and fried fish, to
go
with
the
variety of desserts prepared by many
of the club members. Who could
complain. Add to that an old fashion
BYOB arrangement, a smoke-free
facility, and a full (but not crowded)
house and you have a party that
can’t be beat. None of us party very
much anymore, so we agreed to
1
2
make an appearance and leave as
soon as any one of us was ready.
But we surprised ourselves when
we were still movin’ with the grove
at Midnight.
Floyd cuttin’ a rug with the
“parts girl” from Cowboy Harley
It’s been a long time since I
danced that much and stayed out
that late. I’d forgotten how much
fun it was and now I’m determined
to do it more often. And like Billy
Joel, I’d rather laugh with the
sinners
than
cry
with
the
saints; the sinners are much more
fun. You know that only the good
die young!
Beverly Ruffin
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trailed out behind. A few miles
into the run Dick sees Bob
weave a bit then begin beating
and pulling at his jacket. In a
half mile or so Bob pulls onto a
pull off gets the bike stopped,
gets off the bike, and collapses
on the ground. They all stop to
render aid. Bob is having
difficulty breathing with his
windpipe swelling. They get his
jacket off and find he has
taken a bee sting and is having
an allergic reaction. Everyone
whips out his cell phone but to
no avail. There is no service to
be had. Now they have a real
crisis. They are not sure how
far or which way the Ranger
Station is and Bob is not
getting any better. Two of the
group go for help, one in each
direction. While they are gone
a lady comes along in a car,
and lucky for Bob she is a
nurse and has some Benadryl.
A couple of tablets seem to get
the condition under control. By
this time Peter has found a
Ranger
Station
and
emergency help is on the way.
The EMS gets there and takes
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Saddle up 10:00 AM
Be ready to whip & ride!
Texas Grill
1210 Ave. H. (Alt. 90)
Rosenberg, Texas
281-342-4775
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Bob to Knoxville, the nearest
medical facility that can take
care of him. They keep him
overnight.
Now, think about this.
That bee sting has caused a
great inconvenience. It is now
almost dark, fog is setting in.
Now they have a motorcycle to
take care of for the night. One
of my friends is a diabetic. He
has not had anything to eat
since lunch, his medication is
in Waynesville, and he has no
snacks. His condition will soon
be another crisis. A smart
decision was made for him and
one other to follow the EMS to
Knoxville check into a motel.
The others will take care of the
bike.
They
found
a
campground at Santeetlah
Dam. A fellow with a
motorhome who is a BMW
rider agreed to keep it over
night. Now it is really dark.
The other smart move they
made was not trying to ride to
Waynesville at night from
where they were. They went to
Knoxville and caught up with
the others.
The next day Bob was
Sunday Feb.16th
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all well again, so they twoupped him to his bike, then
on to Waynesville to get their
gear and start for home.
We cannot plan for
every
emergency
or
inconvenience we may face
on the road. Being prepared
for some things can be easy
to address though. If you ride
by yourself, and many of us
do, be sure to let someone
know where you are going
and what general route if you
are riding cross-country. If
you are with a buddy or two,
agree on a place to meet in
case you get separated. In
my tank bag I have a card
with pertinent phone numbers
and what medications I take
in case I fall down and go
boom and the EMS is called.
I also have in my pack
Benadryl, and aspirin. They
really
appreciate
that
information. Even if you have
had
a
motorcycle-riding
course, take another one. If
you have not taken a course,
Please Do!
Ride and have fun!
Floyd Crow
End of the trail:
Lunch at Los Cucos Mexican
Café on the banks of the
Colorado River
211 W. Elm
Wharton, Texas
979-531-1961
Come ride the open range of South East Texas cattle country. Remember to wear you boots, chaps, and wild rag, the
trail may be long and dusty. Carl will buy lunch for the person dressed in the best western attire. cchapma@ev1.net
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