“Ride To Work Day” is a 501 c4 non-profit organization, advocating and supporting the use of motorcycles and scooters for transportation, and providing information about everyday utility riding to the public.
Event organizer Andy Golfine explains:
“Motorcycle riders are a minority. Commuting and transportation riders are a minority within a minority. Motorcycles will someday be more widely recognized as good solutions to many social, urban and environmental problems.
In our technological era, increases in motorcycle use can become a benefit for everyone. Motorcycles are safe and fun…and riding everywhere is a social good. Everyday motorcycling and commuting has an enormous unrealized cultural potential.
We want to carry these ideas forward and teach them to as many road users as we can. I start by choosing to ride to work… This organization wants your help. Ride to Work is a new entity. If you can join us with a supporter’s contribution” If you are interested in making a direct, working contribution please go to Ride To Work Day.
OK, I’ll bike to work all week …… as long as the program runs parallel to the……
DOWN-VOTE the DEA and they’re 75 year old fraud case against the moral dangers of cannabis.
Count me in! 🙂
And Happy Father’s Day 🙂
Go’awn … roast a bowl Dad ……….. plan that next build, you deserve it pop!
Everyday is ride to work day 🙂
Every day is ride to work day for me.
Being as I am retired, I had to ride my motorcycle five miles into town for Breakfast then ride back home, and pretend I riding to work. Actually working on a motorcycle for my son to race this Fall; so it was kinda like riding to work. BTW- happy belated Fathers Day to all you Dads out there. I don’t know why, but some of my friends insist on sending me cards on Mothers Day. What the heck are they insinuating?!
Alright then, I’m riding the Panhead to my dentist’s this morning (which is sort of like work, since it’s going to be painful).
And don’t try and stop me either.
everyday but wednesday is ride to work day for me…. wednesday i get to pick up my brats…. lol
I only saw one bike over in the diamond-fast (commuter) lane….he was there and gone.
Great ride early morning because the freeway traffic doesn’t travel faster than 55 mph an it’s an enjoyable ride. Overcast along the coast, but not cold. I didn’t wear gloves and suffered-not. Thanx for the inspiration. 🙂 My Pan runs/sounds like a well-oiled sewing machine. Thanx Stett.
First ignition kick this morning fired-it off. Makes ALL the difference when the manifold intake has no leaks. Bubble-test the old iron when it’s hard to start. If your ignition is in order, look for an air intake leak and crank those s/s manifold clamps on Pans DOWN – to where you can push up on the end of the shank, but it springs back to it’s original position. Those O-rings need to be flattened on top from compression. That’s why they sell us replacements in (10) packs. 🙂
Rode to work, even washed my bike the week before..how lucky is that!!
Ride over.
Stett rips (sessions w/ Slidemeister from S&S® when he’s in town).
~ Motorcycles Welcomed ~
http://stettsshowdown.com/
Next gig:
July 8th @ THE EL CAJON GRAND 3pm-7pm
What a crock! Do you really need to be told when to ride? All this crap about making motorcycles more mainstream is a beautiful sentiment.. But be carefull what you wish for. That will come with more regulation and legislation to an already strangled industry.I don’t know about you guys, but I started riding because it was counter culture.. Over the last 15 years it has become anything but. Maybe it is time to get a hot air balloon or something. I figure it will be 20 years before that cought on as en vogue and by then I will be pooping in one bag and peeing in another
I was showboating with the spark fully retarded, lope-idling (bad on the rod journals) thru the beach-bluff parking lot at Swamaii’s , pretending to be checking the surf like I might actually go out. 🙂 fully advanced the timer (so far so good) and the motor died a gas-rich-death. So I cranked. A fire-up then a cloud of blue smoke thru the carburetor, but I theatrically slow-wave my hand to disperse the cloud. Oh yeah, everybody in the parking lot is HOOKED.
A few more futile cranks with my head down and nose running, and I hear the higher than normal idle of a car next to me and someone calls out through the window, “I feel for your brother!”
It’s a county sheriff. “Yeah…..I feel for you,bro….been there”.
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Of note: And not said, “Hey did your DOT sticker fall off your helmet?”
No my friends.
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I told him, “Thanks… (huff, huff)… it usually starts … if you only… like, blow on it! 🙂 – but the motor’s hot and flooded”.
“Sure you don’t need assistance?”, he leaned in, and made a motion like he had the radio right there.
“Nope, but thanx. I’ll be up and running shortly”.
When he drove off, it’s the first time I’ve seen “Keeping the peace since 1850” written on their front fender.
The motor started and I was on my way.