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{Aug 16-19, 2001 Hillsboro, Oregon)
{my comments in curly brackets}
{Part 1}
{Deano's report - photos added}
Hey all,
Well...PNW 2001 is history - the last riders left this morning
around 10:30 after 3 days of great riding and partying.
Thursday afternoon the clan started showing up. Once we had
a quorum we headed off to a tavern out in the sticks called
Helvetia Tavern. About 15+ enjoyed renewing our friendships
and quaffing a couple brews.
{Helvetia lot - Deano's and Carolyne's XJs up front}
Then it was back to the house for some of the promised hot tub
and beer combination special. I'd brewed some 8% XSive beer
for the occasion which went down pretty well.
{yeah, and from the look of it, Sid and Denny have had almost enough!}
The next morning it was out to breakfast before starting a very
scenic 220 mile ride up the Columbia Gorge and around Mt. Hood.
{started out foggy, but soon cleared}
{view of Crown Vista at scenic pt on approach}
{Crown Vista}
We had 20 of us riding that day with a fine mixture of serious
twisties and flat out speed runs through some super territory.
{Mt. Hood}
{Mt Jefferson seen from Mt Hood}\
{Timberline Lodge - the external of the one in The Shining}
An otherwise terrific day was marred by a crash on the final leg up to
Timberline Lodge on Mt. Hood by one of our friends, Andy Ohme,
who ran out of tire on a hairpin turn and collided with a van
coming the other way. Miraculously he bounced off the side
of the van and sustained only bruises and scrapes during a wild
tumble. (Leathers and Helmet helped a bunch) His bike, a Harley
883 Sportster didn't fare so well. The front end was destroyed
as it was run over by the rear of the van. After 5 hours in the
hospital, lucky Andy was released and came home to our place to
recuperate. He is very sore but all in all is one extremely
fortunate guy. It could have been a much different tale.
{something you hate to see, but here it is}
{waiting for the trailer to pick up Andy's bike}
Yesterday was the beach run. After 30 minutes of some of the
finest twisties of the meet, we all settled in for some breakfast in
Newberg. We picked up some local Portland XJ/XS riders there
and pressed on to McMinnville, home of Howard Hughes Spruce
Goose. Took a quick tour of the air museum there and then
headed on toward the coast. After several miles of highway with
it's share of idiot cage creatures we were back on some fantastic
country twisters through the woods. We all pulled into a turnout
along side the road and caught a little kid out of his families car
peeing into the bushes. The look on his face was priceless as 18
of us surprised him. The next stop was the Tillamook air museum
(pilot leading the group!) for a look at some more warbirds before
heading on to lunch at the Tillamook Cheese Factory.
{Jeff and Kate Paries had a bit of excitement on the way there -
a severe tank-slapper at speed, YIKES. Time to adjust that
head bearing}
{How many XSives does it take to...}
{answer: seven}
{Deano Jeff Barry Denny Jeremy Keith Kirk}
{oof grunt}
{Jeff, Geff, Denny}
The place was packed. Because everything we'd done that day
was taking longer than expected we ended up modifying our route to
just a sample of the beach. About a mile from the Three Capes area we
noticed some bikes missing in action and went back to investigate.
This time it was a broken throttle cable on a Harley
Police Special. Amazingly enough 3 Harley folks rode by and
stopped. One of them runs a Harley customizing shop and was
able to fix the bike in no time.
{{ Keith's cable let go. It's a push pull dual cable. You'd think as
beefy as Harleys are that they'd have a heavier gauge cable!
About $100,000 of heavily customized Harleys (3) pulled up and
got to work. When Keith's bike was operational, the lead HD
man sez "It's about beer-thirty, ain't it? I'm thirsty" and his
buddy sez "Where's the leftover parts, it ain't a real ditch
party without leftover parts!"}}
{Sid & Jeremy at Oceanside}
On our way again we finally got to our sandy destination for a
much briefer peek than was originally planned. All too soon we
were winging it back to Beaverton where a dinner of country
style ribs awaited. Once again the good times rolled on the deck
as the days events were recounted.
{Genius at Work}
{Kate's smiling again - not exactly the look on her face
after the tank-slapper}
{D'ya think they'd notice if I snuck a beer???}
{Jason noticed that the dog drank all the beer...}
{to be continued...}
{my comments in curly brackets}
{Part 1}
{Deano's report - photos added}
Hey all,
Well...PNW 2001 is history - the last riders left this morning
around 10:30 after 3 days of great riding and partying.
Thursday afternoon the clan started showing up. Once we had
a quorum we headed off to a tavern out in the sticks called
Helvetia Tavern. About 15+ enjoyed renewing our friendships
and quaffing a couple brews.
{Helvetia lot - Deano's and Carolyne's XJs up front}
Then it was back to the house for some of the promised hot tub
and beer combination special. I'd brewed some 8% XSive beer
for the occasion which went down pretty well.
{yeah, and from the look of it, Sid and Denny have had almost enough!}
The next morning it was out to breakfast before starting a very
scenic 220 mile ride up the Columbia Gorge and around Mt. Hood.
{started out foggy, but soon cleared}
{view of Crown Vista at scenic pt on approach}
{Crown Vista}
We had 20 of us riding that day with a fine mixture of serious
twisties and flat out speed runs through some super territory.
{Mt. Hood}
{Mt Jefferson seen from Mt Hood}\
{Timberline Lodge - the external of the one in The Shining}
An otherwise terrific day was marred by a crash on the final leg up to
Timberline Lodge on Mt. Hood by one of our friends, Andy Ohme,
who ran out of tire on a hairpin turn and collided with a van
coming the other way. Miraculously he bounced off the side
of the van and sustained only bruises and scrapes during a wild
tumble. (Leathers and Helmet helped a bunch) His bike, a Harley
883 Sportster didn't fare so well. The front end was destroyed
as it was run over by the rear of the van. After 5 hours in the
hospital, lucky Andy was released and came home to our place to
recuperate. He is very sore but all in all is one extremely
fortunate guy. It could have been a much different tale.
{something you hate to see, but here it is}
{waiting for the trailer to pick up Andy's bike}
Yesterday was the beach run. After 30 minutes of some of the
finest twisties of the meet, we all settled in for some breakfast in
Newberg. We picked up some local Portland XJ/XS riders there
and pressed on to McMinnville, home of Howard Hughes Spruce
Goose. Took a quick tour of the air museum there and then
headed on toward the coast. After several miles of highway with
it's share of idiot cage creatures we were back on some fantastic
country twisters through the woods. We all pulled into a turnout
along side the road and caught a little kid out of his families car
peeing into the bushes. The look on his face was priceless as 18
of us surprised him. The next stop was the Tillamook air museum
(pilot leading the group!) for a look at some more warbirds before
heading on to lunch at the Tillamook Cheese Factory.
{Jeff and Kate Paries had a bit of excitement on the way there -
a severe tank-slapper at speed, YIKES. Time to adjust that
head bearing}
{How many XSives does it take to...}
{answer: seven}
{Deano Jeff Barry Denny Jeremy Keith Kirk}
{oof grunt}
{Jeff, Geff, Denny}
The place was packed. Because everything we'd done that day
was taking longer than expected we ended up modifying our route to
just a sample of the beach. About a mile from the Three Capes area we
noticed some bikes missing in action and went back to investigate.
This time it was a broken throttle cable on a Harley
Police Special. Amazingly enough 3 Harley folks rode by and
stopped. One of them runs a Harley customizing shop and was
able to fix the bike in no time.
{{ Keith's cable let go. It's a push pull dual cable. You'd think as
beefy as Harleys are that they'd have a heavier gauge cable!
About $100,000 of heavily customized Harleys (3) pulled up and
got to work. When Keith's bike was operational, the lead HD
man sez "It's about beer-thirty, ain't it? I'm thirsty" and his
buddy sez "Where's the leftover parts, it ain't a real ditch
party without leftover parts!"}}
{Sid & Jeremy at Oceanside}
On our way again we finally got to our sandy destination for a
much briefer peek than was originally planned. All too soon we
were winging it back to Beaverton where a dinner of country
style ribs awaited. Once again the good times rolled on the deck
as the days events were recounted.
{Genius at Work}
{Kate's smiling again - not exactly the look on her face
after the tank-slapper}
{D'ya think they'd notice if I snuck a beer???}
{Jason noticed that the dog drank all the beer...}
{to be continued...}
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