Chicago To Boston.. To Nyc.. To Upstate Ny.. To Chicago.. In Mid-November..

[Crewwolfy]

I just realized that I took a trip worth writing about. So I think I’ll write about it.

On November 18^th, I had a Spartan Race scheduled at Fenway Park in Boston. Spartan races are mud/obstacle races for the adventurous/stupid/insane sort. This particular race was only 2.75 miles (some are 12+miles long), broken up with about 15 obstacles (such as a rope climb, 8’ wall climbs, jumping, crawling, lifting, etc). They’re a lot of fun, and I’d recommend them to anyone curious.

Anyway, Boston’s a pretty long way from Chicago, about 1000 miles. But the weather looked pretty good, and I had plenty of vacation days to burn, so I thought I’d make a moto trip out of it. The plan was to ride out early morning to arrive in Boston late night. After a couple days in Boston, I’d spend a couple days in NYC, crash on a friend’s couch near Buffalo, then back home to Chicago. The below map is a rough estimate of my route, though not the exact route I actually took.

Before I set out, I picked up a new set of winter gloves: Cortech Scarabs. I love ‘em. They aren’t miraculously warm, but I don’t think anything unpowered really will be at 80mph in 40* weather. Wearing a cheap pair of knit gloves underneath, they were warm enough, are excellently made, and look fantastic. I also picked up some overpants (both from LeatherUp, which is great), but the pants were less than fantastic. The biggest problem was the inseam, which was locked at 32”, and too short for me. If I normally wore 32” inseams, I’m sure I’d love these pants, considering the good quality and low price tag.

On to the actual riding. I left Chicago at about 5am Saturday morning. Plugged my phone into the PowerLet steering column mount and turned on Pandora. Cruised down LSD and onto 90 west. While it was still dark on this particular morning, LSD looks fantastic while the sun is rising, with the red hue shining on the silver skyscrapers along the lake. It can look like the cover of a scifi novel under just the right lighting. At this hour, the roads were mostly desolate.

Life continued on rather uneventfully along the highway. I ended up stopping for coffee quite often, but didn’t find myself to be hungry very often. I do love me some 70mph speed limits though, and the miles passed by quite quickly. Riding with the sun up was fun, even slabbing it. I do try to stop off in no-name towns for some quirky coffee joints, but seeing as how I had a thousand miles to cover in one day, I was relegated mostly to oasis stops. It wasn’t all highway oases though.

As the sun went down, the fun ended. New York is a VERY wide state, and it got VERY cold and dark. The glove setup, while awesome, wasn’t effective in these conditions. I had three heat packs shoved into each glove, and still had to pull over for 30 minutes every hour just to defrost. While riding along I86, I’m convinced I hit a wormhole where time slowed down, and that highway just never ended. Sitting fairly motionless in the cold, hopped up on caffeine, and staring at the circle ahead that my headlights illuminated, I realized that this plan had some flaws.

I considered holding up in a motel that night, but had a friend waiting for me in a hotel in Boston, so I pushed on. I discovered that, on a VFR, it’s not the back or wrists that go first, but rather the hips. Each time I pulled off for gas, I’d get a pins-and-needles feel throughout each leg as it extended to meet the ground. I also discovered that gel-based heat packs get rock hard as they expire. But I86 finally ended, and I found myself flying through Massachusetts.

As I entered Boston, the temperature eased up. This might have been a result of the many tunnels I had to ride through, but the change in temperature and lighting was much appreciated. I finally pulled into the hotel at 2am, had a couple slices of cold Domino’s pizzas as I related my travels to my buddy, and promptly got the best night of sleep I’ve had in a while.

The next day was spent far away from the motorcycle. Boston’s a beautiful city, a bit more suburbany than Chicago, but with a very interesting metro system. I love the bendy-train green line, with its old-school appearance and super tight turns. The population is remarkably racially integrated (from a Chicagoan point of view), and the streets are crammed and nonsensical in layout (also, to a Chicagoan). I recall seeing some odd little man in colonial garb loudly announcing ‘Thou shall halt’ at a red light. I later discovered that he wasn’t in fact crazy, but a tour guide. The Spartan Race was a blast, and I found my body sore and weak for the second night in a row, though the enormous burger and porter afterwards certainly helped.

The next day, it was off to NYC. I made my way through Warwick, RI to snap a picture in front of the Ghost Hunters’ headquarters, a favorite show of the ex-girlfriend. The trip as a whole was pleasant and well lit, and I arrived in NYC around 4pm. I knew I was within the city limits when I spotted Times Square as a beacon of light in the approaching darkness.

Here I used couchsurfing.org to find a couch to crash on. The experience was great, and while you have to be smart and reasonable in expectations, I’d recommend the service. The city is enormous and beautiful, though the trash bags on the curb are a bit of a let down. But I love that the city really does never sleep, and there’s always a small restaurant/delicatessen open. Once again, the day of NYC exploration was spent far away from the motorcycle.

But it was time to leave NYC now. I left late in the morning and headed back west. When I was traveling east, I traversed the Appalacians in complete darkness. Tackling them in the sunlight was a blast, and enjoyed the weaving mountain roads. I noticed from a county road that I was in Orange County, and during breakfast, decided to see how far I was from Orange County Choppers. 15 miles? Well I guess I have to stop by and check out their office. Much bigger and fancier than I was expecting. I liked the first couple seasons of the show, but it’s a bit too dramatic for my tastes these days, and their shop/showroom is far too touristy. But they do have some very nice bikes, and enjoyed the browse.

The rest of the daylight was spent traveling those winding roads, and I approached my friend’s town as darkness fell. He’s only 10 minutes or so from Erie, and as I rode through the small valleys filled with mist. The low beams looked a bit foggy, but with the high beams on, it looked down right spooky. But it was warmer, so not bad. Arrived in town around 10pm, enjoyed an omelet, watched some stand-up on Netflix, and crashed once again.

The next morning, it was time to head back home. I took the long way through Buffalo and stopped by Niagara Falls. It was a beautiful sight, though I was unrealistically expecting a loud and constant thunder.

This was my last stop of interest. The ride home was pleasant with sunlight and mild weather. I arrived back home around 9pm, grabbed some dinner with the girlfriend, and promptly passed out.

A couple things I learned from this trip:
- Don’t bother trying to travel 1000 miles in one day. It’s just not worth it, and you miss so much. I’m glad I did it once, so I know I could, but I doubt I’ll ever try it again.
- Tied to above, don’t worry about going as far as you can on each tank. I never let my tank get down to ¼ full, which meant less than two hour stints at a time.
- Don’t travel cross country in the middle of November. Too cold.
- Traveling in the cold? Think you’re overdressed? Doubtful.
- Do all the little maintenance things a few days before the trip. Less worries while traveling.

- If one person says you're crazy, ignore them. If lots of people say you're crazy, they're probably right..

- Have fun! Be a little crazy!

[vfrAustin]

Very nice travel log! I was wondering about the Spartan races??? I was a bike (cycle) racer for 13 years on the track, road and stage racing. I miss the competition. Well, I thought for a moment that this was a revived thread at a glance because it is not a time of year I would "tour" the North-East. You earned your stripes on this one!!! Were there any surprises with the bike? It looks mostly stock to me? I would have needed some medical doses of Ibuprofen. Are there a modifications you would do to the bike based on this trip.

Bravo! The only way to know what it would have been like was to give it a shot.

BTW, Roscoe is the trout capital. (As per there signs in town) Seems a bold statement.

Well done!

[Crewwolfy]

Haha, thank you. It was pretty brutal at times, but a blast overall. I had new tires mounted this year, along with new front bearings, and changed all the fluids beforehand. I wasn't able to tighten the chain though, couldn't find the tools. It worked out fine, wasn't all that loose, but that was in the back of my head. Also, 90mph isn't the most fuel efficient speed to travel at. ;) I would be sure to have some sort of power source on the bike; mine has the steering stem powerlet, which worked just fine. Heated grips would have been a good idea..

One mod I do have that I'm questioning is the darth bling / lobster GSXR mirrors and extenders. I love them, but they vibrate quite a bit while riding. I'm guessing it's the cheaper quality mirrors, so I'll try to upgrade those first. But then on the highway, you won't need your mirrors all that much.. A camelpak would be recommended if you're trying to stop as infrequently as possible, and some padding for the seat would have been nice, despite it being a Sargent saddle.

The Spartan Races are a blast. I do these because I like the medals, but many different races (tough mudder, rugged maniac, etc) do pretty much the same thing. I'm not really there to compete, rather to merely finish. I have a 12 miler (Spartan Beast) near Dallas next weekend, but I think I'll be taking the car down for that one.. If you're curious, just sign up for one and do it. It's fun!

[Ashok]

Nice write up, seems like a tough ride. Those are the ones that stick in our memory the best though.

Did you install the powerlet yourself?

[Crewwolfy]

Yeah the ride was as tough as the race the next day, though in a different way. I did install the Powerlet myself. Very simple install, though I went directly to the battery. I'll need to install a new aux fuse box in the near future.

[Guest]

496.7 miles on a tank of gas sure beats my bike!

[speedball73]

Nice report, no way I'd do that kind of ride at that time of year!

BTW, the billboard pic for "Byzantium Security" (protecting the 1%), is actually a fake company that is in a Cinemax movie. So a great marketing campaign in my opinion!

--speedball

[Roebling3]

Job well done CW; in all aspects. I've ferried a few motorbikes rather than ship them; either for myself to rehab or for others less able to run greater distances. It's the sort of trip where you don't mind squaring off the tires. ; ) I ride some big miles for fun as well, while tending to my bucket list. I won't ride without carrying a heated jacket liner and gloves (Gerbings), from September to April; you just never know what the weather may be. Another suggestion is feeding yourself better. Your energy and alertness will be better. You'll feel more comfortable and likely enjoy the ride more. The gloves plug into the jacket as you likely know and also preclude the need for heated grips on more than one bike, if you are so fortunate. A simple fused pig tail charging/accessory port wired directly to the battery will bypass any CanBuss or other possible electrical complexities. I am also concerned regarding the energy and hydration level you should maintain for your very physical activities. Be well. Good fortune, R3~

[Crewwolfy]

Tuck, that's actually 2,496.7 miles total for the trip; it rolled over a couple times. The VFR has A and B trip meters (maybe for this reason), in addition to the odo.

Speedball, ah, I didn't realize the 1% was actually a movie poster. A good way to create some buzz, I would imagine.

Roebling, the heated gear is definitely a good idea. At night, the cold was uncomfortable enough to be dangerous. Heated gear will definitely be on my to-buy list, but I was tired of waiting for everything to line up before taking a long trip, so I threw a bit of caution to the wind. Fortunately everything did work out in the end. :) I'm sure the ride broke me down a bit for the race, but the friend I was running it with had the bad luck of cramped calves, which relieved me of really having to push myself. A week into December I participated in a race near Dallas, TX. I opted to drive down there via car, leaving the bike stabled for the winter. A wise choice, as that race was a slightly more grueling 13+ miles.. I made it through largely drama free, though the concern is appreciated. :) The next trip will be planned at around 500mi per day max, me thinks.

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