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  1.  Seven bikes, mostly red .   14 September 2018, Friday.   Film Motorcycles,
         Sep 14, 2018
  Film, Motorcycles  
  2.  Aliens.   15 September 2018, Saturday.   Film Motorcycles,
         Sep 15, 2018
  Film, Motorcycles  
  3.  The scanning begins.   12 June 2020, Friday.   Film Motorcycles,
         Jun 12, 2020
  Film, Motorcycles  
  4.  Biking in the snow.   13 June 2020, Saturday.   Film Lee Vining Motorcycles,
         Jun 13, 2020
  Film, Lee Vining, Motorcycles  
  5.  Biking in the summer.   14 June 2020, Sunday.   Film Motorcycles,
         Jun 14, 2020
  Film, Motorcycles  
  6.  Bikes in The Hague.   16 June 2020, Tuesday.   Film Motorcycles, The Hague NL
         Jun 16, 2020
  Film, The Hague, NL, Motorcycles  
  7.  Arcosanti.   29 June 2020, Monday.   Film Motorcycles, Arizona
         Jun 29, 2020
  Film, Arizona, Motorcycles  
  8.  State lines.   30 June 2020, Tuesday.   Film Motorcycles, Arizona Nevada New Mexico Utah
         Jun 30, 2020
  Utah, New Mexico, Nevada, Arizona, Film, Motorcycles  
  9.  Around Death Valley.   4 July 2020, Saturday.   Death Valley Film Motorcycles, California
         Jul 4, 2020
  Film, Death Valley, California, Motorcycles  
 
 
 
1. Seven bikes, mostly red
14 September 2018.   Film, Motorcycles 
S   M   L
1. Seven bikes, mostly red
14 September 2018.  Film, Motorcycles.
 
 
 
 

I had a motorbike period that started when I lived on Fell Street in SF. My first bike was a simple second-hand Yamaha, it was green, but I soon moved on to more sophisticated German models. During this time our travels were largely by bike. We rode through most of the states in the western US. It was an interesting way of seeing the country, with minimal gear, all exposed to the elements. It was also good for meeting people, especially old guys who used to ride a bike, they'd approach when I happened to be at a stop, always wanting to bend my ear with their motorbike memories.

This period of motorcycle touring lasted about a decade. This was was well before my first digital camera so I've not got much photographic evidence. It ended pretty much as suddenly as it started. I sold my last bike, the Ducati, and went back to travelling the old-fashioned way, by airplane.

The photos below are all scans, using negatives. Funny, I once thought I had a lot of old paper photos, a whole huge box full, but now, after years of accumulating terabytes of files, all those pre-digital photos don't seem so voluminous.

 
 
 
My first, a Yamaha      
An inexpensive bike, good for learning and around town, but not something you'd want to sit on all day.
 
 
My first, a Yamaha      
An inexpensive bike, good for learning and around town, but not something you'd want to sit on all day.
 
 
My first, a Yamaha      
An inexpensive bike, good for learning and around town, but not something you'd want to sit on all day.
 
The electric K75s      
A lovely bike, the K75s. It may have had an odd cylinder count but it was smooth as if electric. A relaxing drive even on long days, though its strength was straight lines not twisties.
 
 
The electric K75s      
A lovely bike, the K75s. It may have had an odd cylinder count but it was smooth as if electric. A relaxing drive even on long days, though its strength was straight lines not twisties.
 
 
The electric K75s      
A lovely bike, the K75s. It may have had an odd cylinder count but it was smooth as if electric. A relaxing drive even on long days, though its strength was straight lines not twisties.
 
My second, a K75s      
 
 
My second, a K75s      
 
 
My second, a K75s      
 
Paul's K1100      
Paul's very swift inline four. A beauty.
 
 
Paul's K1100      
Paul's very swift inline four. A beauty.
 
 
Paul's K1100      
Paul's very swift inline four. A beauty.
 
The lovely in every way r1100rs      
My favorite. Fun to look at, plenty fast, a throbbing opposed twin, and a trick front suspension that gave it great handling.
 
 
The lovely in every way r1100rs      
My favorite. Fun to look at, plenty fast, a throbbing opposed twin, and a trick front suspension that gave it great handling.
 
 
The lovely in every way r1100rs      
My favorite. Fun to look at, plenty fast, a throbbing opposed twin, and a trick front suspension that gave it great handling.
 
Land of enchantment      

Another motorcycle trip. This trip covered Arcosante in Arizona, then New Mexico, Colorado, Utah, Nevada, and then home to California.

 
 
Land of enchantment      

Another motorcycle trip. This trip covered Arcosante in Arizona, then New Mexico, Colorado, Utah, Nevada, and then home to California.

 
 
Land of enchantment      

Another motorcycle trip. This trip covered Arcosante in Arizona, then New Mexico, Colorado, Utah, Nevada, and then home to California.

 
Well that sucks      

An ill-timed trip to the eastern Sierra left us holed up for days in Lee Vining, a one-cafe town but we did get to see our friend Stephen. Paul's GS looks like it could be ridden in the snow, what with its knobby tires and insect-like pose, but no it doesn't work in the snow. And every time we tried the CHiPS stopped us.

 
 
Well that sucks      

An ill-timed trip to the eastern Sierra left us holed up for days in Lee Vining, a one-cafe town but we did get to see our friend Stephen. Paul's GS looks like it could be ridden in the snow, what with its knobby tires and insect-like pose, but no it doesn't work in the snow. And every time we tried the CHiPS stopped us.

 
 
Well that sucks      

An ill-timed trip to the eastern Sierra left us holed up for days in Lee Vining, a one-cafe town but we did get to see our friend Stephen. Paul's GS looks like it could be ridden in the snow, what with its knobby tires and insect-like pose, but no it doesn't work in the snow. And every time we tried the CHiPS stopped us.

 
The Monster      

I never took the Monster far from home, it was too darty, too windy, too tiring for any distance. But it was f-ing sexy.

 
 
The Monster      

I never took the Monster far from home, it was too darty, too windy, too tiring for any distance. But it was f-ing sexy.

 
 
The Monster      

I never took the Monster far from home, it was too darty, too windy, too tiring for any distance. But it was f-ing sexy.

 
Elemental yet elegant      
 
 
Elemental yet elegant      
 
 
Elemental yet elegant      
 
Paul's slick ST2      
 
 
Paul's slick ST2      
 
 
Paul's slick ST2      
 
 
2. Aliens
15 September 2018.   Film, Motorcycles 
2. Aliens
15 September 2018.  Film, Motorcycles.
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
James and Paul on the ET highway      
 
 
James and Paul on the ET highway      
 
 
James and Paul on the ET highway      
 
 
3. The scanning begins
12 June 2020.   Film, Motorcycles 
3. The scanning begins
12 June 2020.  Film, Motorcycles.
 
 
 
 

I'm scanning a box of pre-2004 photos, that being the year I got my first digital camera. I'm scanning negatives and ignoring the prints. Each strip of negatives is fed into a Nikon LS-40, which spits out a jpg every 2 minutes. So far I'm at 475 photos and I figure I'll be done by, um, the end of summer. It's not a bad task: each photo slowly reveals on the screen then is automatically saved as a jpg, then the LS-40 moves to the next. It's something that can be done while doing something else. I even scanned whilst on a Zoom board meeting, the webcam mic didn't pick up the scanner whir.

The scanned photos were taken with the simplest of Nikons, a camera I'd now find curious as it offered no adjustments at all. This is the opposite of current cameras, at least the ones I buy, covered with buttons and dials and embedded with pages of menus. My newest camera came with a 300+ page manual yet the coverage of many of the functions is so cursory you have to go online for guidance. But I digress.

 
 
 
Paul taking a break      
This was taken in the summer of 1998, somewhere on the east side of the Rockies. One of the rare times I shot black and white film. My gut says it's Montana but it might be Wyoming. Back in the day Paul and I used to take several weeks-long motorcycle trips each year. This image is stitched from two shots.
 
 
Paul taking a break      
This was taken in the summer of 1998, somewhere on the east side of the Rockies. One of the rare times I shot black and white film. My gut says it's Montana but it might be Wyoming. Back in the day Paul and I used to take several weeks-long motorcycle trips each year. This image is stitched from two shots.
 
 
Paul taking a break      
This was taken in the summer of 1998, somewhere on the east side of the Rockies. One of the rare times I shot black and white film. My gut says it's Montana but it might be Wyoming. Back in the day Paul and I used to take several weeks-long motorcycle trips each year. This image is stitched from two shots.
 
 
4. Biking in the snow
13 June 2020.   Film, Lee Vining, Motorcycles 
S   M   L
4. Biking in the snow
13 June 2020.  Film, Lee Vining, Motorcycles.
 
 
 
 

A lot of my old photos are of motorcycle trips. These two, from 1998, are of our attempt to ride our bikes to Death Valley in winter. No this wasn't very clever. After a few days holed up in Lee Vining we abandoned the effort and hitched a ride out of the snow.

 
 
 
We tried heading east into Nevada ...      
 
 
We tried heading east into Nevada ...      
 
 
We tried heading east into Nevada ...      
 
But gave up and hitched a ride to Bishop      
 
 
But gave up and hitched a ride to Bishop      
 
 
But gave up and hitched a ride to Bishop      
 
 
5. Biking in the summer
14 June 2020.   Film, Motorcycles 
S   M   L
5. Biking in the summer
14 June 2020.  Film, Motorcycles.
 
 
 
 

A couple of photos from a 1996 bike trip. I was on a grey K75s, Paul on a red K1100rs, both well suited to hours of riding. We went from the bay area to Tonopah, a small mining town in southwestern Nevada where we always stayed at the preserved-in-olden-times Mizpah hotel.

When I was a little kid we moved from Texas to Tonopah. My father worked for a defense contractor that used the nearby desert as a testing (i.e. blowing up things) area. But my mother quickly grew to hate Tonopah so we cut our time there short and returned to Texas. If only they'd kept heading west.

 
 
 
Sierra Nevada foothills      
I like the colouring in this shot, the light grass and the threatening sky. I bet we were anxious to make it to our next stop before the rain.
 
 
Sierra Nevada foothills      
I like the colouring in this shot, the light grass and the threatening sky. I bet we were anxious to make it to our next stop before the rain.
 
 
Sierra Nevada foothills      
I like the colouring in this shot, the light grass and the threatening sky. I bet we were anxious to make it to our next stop before the rain.
 
On to Tonopah      
As much as we loved California, when we were on our bikes we were always happy to get away from that crowded state to the emptiness of Nevada.
 
 
On to Tonopah      
As much as we loved California, when we were on our bikes we were always happy to get away from that crowded state to the emptiness of Nevada.
 
 
On to Tonopah      
As much as we loved California, when we were on our bikes we were always happy to get away from that crowded state to the emptiness of Nevada.
 
 
6. Bikes in The Hague
16 June 2020.   Film, Motorcycles  The Hague, NL.
6. Bikes in The Hague
16 June 2020.  Film, Motorcycles, The Hague, NL.
 
 
 
 

My scanning progress is currently at roll 42, or just over a thousand photos. Seeing as how I've been on a motorcycle theme here's one more. It's 1997 and we're at the tail of a tour of Holland when we caught this fleet of BMWs in a plaza in The Hague.

 
 
 
A lot of bikes      
 
 
A lot of bikes      
 
 
A lot of bikes      
 
 
7. Arcosanti
29 June 2020.   Film, Motorcycles  Arizona.
S   M   L
7. Arcosanti
29 June 2020.  Film, Motorcycles, Arizona.
 
 
 
 
My bike

I'm still traveling vicariously so instead of cool Vancouver Island in annus horribilis 2020 it's hot Arizona in 1997.

Today's photos were taken from a moto tour of the southwest. We hit Arizona, New Mexico, Colorado, Utah, and Nevada. Uneventful weather, just a little snow off the side of the road at high elevations.

We spent a couple of nights at the Arcosanti experimental community. It's about half way between Phoenix and Flagstaff, in the Arizona desert. Designed to integrate ecology and architecture it had some visually stunning perspectives though on close inspection it was a bit threadbare. It's populated by architects, students and their assistants plus the occasional tourist who rents one of the four sad cinder-block guest rooms.

 
 
 
Arcosanti      
 
 
Arcosanti      
 
 
Arcosanti      
 
Arcosanti      
 
 
Arcosanti      
 
 
Arcosanti      
 
Arcosanti      
 
 
Arcosanti      
 
 
Arcosanti      
 
Arcosanti bells      
 
 
Arcosanti bells      
 
 
Arcosanti bells      
 
Arcosanti accomodations      
The accommodations at Arcosanti were in stark contrast, just a strip of cinder block rooms as you can see here. Those are our bikes parked nearby. A missed opportunity to immerse visitors into the Arcosanti design philosophy.
 
 
Arcosanti accomodations      
The accommodations at Arcosanti were in stark contrast, just a strip of cinder block rooms as you can see here. Those are our bikes parked nearby. A missed opportunity to immerse visitors into the Arcosanti design philosophy.
 
 
Arcosanti accomodations      
The accommodations at Arcosanti were in stark contrast, just a strip of cinder block rooms as you can see here. Those are our bikes parked nearby. A missed opportunity to immerse visitors into the Arcosanti design philosophy.
 
 
8. State lines
30 June 2020.   Film, Motorcycles  Arizona, Nevada, New Mexico, Utah.
S   M   L
8. State lines
30 June 2020.  Film, Motorcycles, Arizona, Nevada, New Mexico, Utah.
 
 
 
 

Still in '97, still on our motorbikes. We left Arcosanti then headed east to New Mexico, north to Colorado, west to Utah, then Nevada and home.

 
 
 
Welcome to New Mexico      
 
 
Welcome to New Mexico      
 
 
Welcome to New Mexico      
 
Welcome to Colorado      
 
 
Welcome to Colorado      
 
 
Welcome to Colorado      
 
Welcome to Utah      
 
 
Welcome to Utah      
 
 
Welcome to Utah      
 
Yours truly in Utah      
 
 
Yours truly in Utah      
 
 
Yours truly in Utah      
 
Utah arch      
 
 
Utah arch      
 
 
Utah arch      
 
Earthlings welcome      
Couldn't find a "welcome to Nevada" photo but this seems fitting.
 
 
Earthlings welcome      
Couldn't find a "welcome to Nevada" photo but this seems fitting.
 
 
Earthlings welcome      
Couldn't find a "welcome to Nevada" photo but this seems fitting.
 
 
9. Around Death Valley
4 July 2020.   Death Valley, Film, Motorcycles  California.
S   M   L
9. Around Death Valley
4 July 2020.  Death Valley, Film, Motorcycles, California.
 
 
 
 

It was 1999 when we headed out yet again for Death Valley via motorcycle. (By car? that's easy.) It was a more successful trip than the previous motorcycle trip.

 
 
 
Heading to DV      
 
 
Heading to DV      
 
 
Heading to DV      
 
Panamint Springs      
I remember the night in Panamint Springs for the good food, the patio where you could watch the hot day draw to a close, and the worn-out motel room.
 
 
Panamint Springs      
I remember the night in Panamint Springs for the good food, the patio where you could watch the hot day draw to a close, and the worn-out motel room.
 
 
Panamint Springs      
I remember the night in Panamint Springs for the good food, the patio where you could watch the hot day draw to a close, and the worn-out motel room.
 
Old and new      
 
 
Old and new      
 
 
Old and new      
 
Amargosa Opera House      
 
 
Amargosa Opera House      
 
 
Amargosa Opera House      
 
Beatty's trailer hotel      

Not a high point, Beatty. Not much scenery and every building in town is a trailer, even the hotel.

One of the many nice things about digital photos is the extra information in the file, such as the camera's settings and the date taken. Today's photos are all scans so all that info is lacking. So here is a question: were these photos all taken on the same trip to Death Valley? If not, why not?

 
 
Beatty's trailer hotel      

Not a high point, Beatty. Not much scenery and every building in town is a trailer, even the hotel.

One of the many nice things about digital photos is the extra information in the file, such as the camera's settings and the date taken. Today's photos are all scans so all that info is lacking. So here is a question: were these photos all taken on the same trip to Death Valley? If not, why not?

 
 
Beatty's trailer hotel      

Not a high point, Beatty. Not much scenery and every building in town is a trailer, even the hotel.

One of the many nice things about digital photos is the extra information in the file, such as the camera's settings and the date taken. Today's photos are all scans so all that info is lacking. So here is a question: were these photos all taken on the same trip to Death Valley? If not, why not?