2025.09.16
Springville, Utah to Twin Falls, Idaho
This morning the motorcycles got loaded up and trailered again. This time it was to a late start at Rees Pioneer Park in Brigham City, Utah so that they could avoid the congestion of riding through Provo, Salt Lake City, and Ogden. I really like the area though and had a nice time riding though. Wish I had more time to visit SLC and go for a hike, but I'll be back this way some other time.
There was road construction around Rees Pioneer Park, and even with the aid of my Garmin and Google Maps I couldn't figure out a good way to get to the park, which was particularly frustrating as I could see the park itself in the distance! I ended up riding around some wooden horses and down a stretch of dirt where a road had been torn up for construction. Any bike is an adventure bike if you take it on adventures!
There will be more long stretches between gas stops today, so most of the bikes are carrying their spare tanks.
Luca Geron and his 1925 Harley JD
My old man, Bob Jesernik, and his 1925 Harley JE
Scott Bernardson's 1922 Harley J was really smoking this morning.
The maintenance reminder wrench finally came on for my V7. At the end of the Motorcycle TransAm event I will be spending a week with friends in Portland, Oregon, so I've already scheduled ahead to have the bike serviced when I am there. It will be about a thousand miles overdue by then, but looking at a map of Guzzi shops, that's how it'll have to go.
I took the local road, I think it was Highway 38, along the mountains for a slower paced scenic view, then hopped up to the interstate. Again the bike did fine on the rain grooved roads here in Utah and rolled 80 mph with me catching myself creeping up to 85 mph on occasion because the bike was rolling along so smooth. I've often come across "wig wags", or semi trucks pulling two trailers, but this area in particular was the most trucks I've seen pulling three trailers at a time.
Snake River Canyon
Rode over Perrine Memorial Bridge.
One of the main attractions to this bridge, other than the view, is that you can base jump from it without a permit. Fast Eddie, one of the photographers covering the Motorcycle TransAm event for a team, gave us the tour as he's base jumped here before. We walked out on the bridge and watched two people base jump, which was exciting to watch.
Eddie said one of his friends has done over 1,000 base jumps. I was surprised that they jump from parts of the bridge that are over land and not water, but they did land on the land. There was even a target on the ground for them to steer their parachutes down to. There are kayaks stashed along the shore for folks to help them if they do land in the water, intentionally or unintentionally.
This of course is also where Evel Knievel attempted to jump the Snake River. They had a nice sign for it.
In this photo you can see a dirt mount on the horizon, and it's what's left of the ramp.
Perrine Memorial Bridge visitor center
Can I pet that dog?
My Moto Guzzi V7 is still leaking oil from the final drive. At some point I had drained it and refilled it with an amount lower than the spec to see if that would help, 140 ml instead of 160 ml, but that didn't solve it. When I get to Portland the shop will have a look at the final drive, and I've ordered some heated grips to the shop for a more comfortable ride home now that fall has arrived. I was holding out for OEM heated grips, but it seems Moto Guzzi isn't going to come through with those, so I ordered Koso Apollo ones with the integrated button instead of a separate control box like my older Oxford heated grips make use of. I've been cleaning the oil off the rear tire and wheel with brake cleaner on shop towels, and made the mistake of wiping my dirty license plate with one of those shop towels. Whoops! It wiped the letters right off the plate. Sameuele told me he's made this mistake before too and had to replace his plate. I considered picking up some paint to put the letters back on, but settled for using permanent marker instead.
Mile munching modern machines!
Frank talking my dad's ear off.
Frank Westfall's 1914 Henderson Model C was recently fitted with a bit of shielding to keep rain off the magneto.
I hadn't realized that Zappa also got a fresh tattoo at the Legends Motorcycle Museum yesterday. His knuckles read "YOU SUCK" with a bottle of Jack Daniels after the "YOU". I asked him how they felt and he said they've already been washed in gasoline and are doing fine.
Kelsey, the event organizer, and Bryce, who's been running the merch table, saw there was a Swig within walking distance of the parc fermé, so we walked over to get some dirty sodas. They watch "The Secret Lives of Mormon Wives" which exposed them to dirty sodas, and they were disappointed to not have time to get them in Utah, but the opportunity returned in Idaho. My order was a "Life's a Peach." Dr. Pepper, Vanilla, and half-and-half. It was good enough that I might try making one when I get back home again.
Mike Butts' 1913 Henderson developed a gas leak.
Samuele's fresh tattoo
My Moto Guzzi's metric tool kit put to use again on one of the metric Indians.
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