Changing Lanes

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By Lucien Maier

Edited By Temperance Penrod

 

 

His frustration level was at its peak. They had been on the road for four hours and it had taken its toll on him. The kids had barraged him and his wife about where they were? When they would arrive? Along with countless bathroom and snack stops.

It all seemed endless, now don’t take it wrong, Jonathan would not give up his family for anything. Some days though it was overwhelming. No matter what he did they wanted more, the more he answered the more they asked.

So when a group of five motorcycles passed them he could not help but look longingly at them. One of the guys gave him a salute as he passed and they disappeared down the road. However, they had left something behind.

Jonathan day-dreamed about riding away, but that did not feel right. He would never leave, but the roar of the pipes had gotten into him.

Now on a good note Jon was no longer frustrated. He was preoccupied day dreaming and before he knew they had arrived at his wife’s family home. His wife and he had not been doing all that well lately.

It just seemed they didn’t have the team attitude they had a couple years ago.  She fell into her mother’s and father’s embrace, he could see the relief in her. She had needed this. It was one of the reasons he agreed to the road trip.

He hated her seeing her stressed and sad, but lately it seemed like the only thing he could do was add to that stress. When her parents had encouraged them to take a long weekend and come out to the ranch, they had jumped on the chance.

The kids played outside as Jon loaded the bags into the guest rooms in the house. He looked out the window of the bedroom he and his wife would be staying in. He looked out over the fields. The barn called to him.

Before he could much thought into it he was called downstairs by Maggie, his Mother-in-law. He walked down the stairs and she hugged him. “Come on let’s get you a cup of coffee.” She smiled and pulled him into the kitchen.

His wife Nikki and her father Stan sat at the kitchen table with their own cups. Maggie sat him down at the table and got him a cup of coffee.  They sat and talked for a while, the kids came storming in the house and Jon almost lost his temper.

The frustration and anger was plain, even though he only said. “Please slow down kids. Not so loud.” Jon tried to keep himself in check. His father-in-law had noted it. Maggie huddled the kids together and got to making them something to eat.

Stan finished his cup. “Come on Jon, I could use your hand on some things.” He rose to his feet. Jon finished his cup and followed him outside.

They worked throughout the ranch, doing this and that. Stan walked into the barn, they walked to the back and he pulled a tarp off some fence posts. “We gotta load these into my truck. I will go get it if you want to start hauling ‘em out.” Stan said and disappeared.

Jon pulled a post and carried it to the doorway. He returned the pile. He grabbed a post but the back end of the tarp was still hooked to it. He grabbed the tarp and flipped it back hard. Behind the pile of posts sat a motorcycle.

Jon looked at it as best he could but he could not see much, the pile of posts was in the way. Jon rolled up his sleeves and started to work. He wanted to see the bike, ten minutes later  Stan pulled his truck up to the door and found a pile of posts. In fact it looked as if most of them were already hauled out here.

He walked into the barn and he had been right there were only two posts left in the barn. Jon however, was not focused on them at all. He was was leaning and laying over the old bike to get a better look.

“Travis’s bike.” Stan said.

The words hit like a hammer in Jon’s ears. ‘Oh no.’ He thought to himself as he scrambled to get away from the bike. “Oh Stan I am so sorry, I saw it back there, I just couldn’t help but take a look.” Jon stammered out.

Travis had died right before Jon had meet Nikki in college. He had never heard either of his in-laws talk about Travis. Nikki had been in mourning, but had been pushed to go to school by her folks.

Nikki had fallen in love with Jon, because he had meet her and instantly been there for her as she worked through her grief and school. The years had passed but, Jon had never really heard his new parents talk of Travis.

Stan took a deep breath. “No, no, its alright. You don’t have to worry about me. But you better watch out for Nikki and Maggie, they never liked that thing in the first place.” Stan said, a little sadly.

“So I can look at it?” Jon asked trepidatiously.

“Not in the that corner, let’s load up the posts and pull the thing out.” Stan said, smiling. They loaded up the posts and Stan helped Jon pull the bike out into the middle of the barn.

“He must have really loved it.” Jon said picking out the custom touches that Travis had put in the bike.

“Oh yeah he thought he would be big bad biker one day. That kid had a lot of heart.” Stan said a tear appearing in his eye. “He would be happy to see your interest in it.” Stan said.

“Thanks for showing it to me. Let’s put it back and we can go get those posts in.” Jon replied.

“Nahh, let it sit there for a piece. Come on.” Stan said and they loaded the posts into the truck. They went out to put them in.

They were working on the first post. “You look heavy son.” Stan said as they were putting the post in the ground.

“Well I guess I have gained a few pounds.” Jon said laughing.

“Not what I meant son. You look like you have been carrying a weight around with you since you came. I see it in how you react to Nikki, how you’re dealing with the kiddos. Family is not always the easiest road for a man.” Stan said.

“Oh god Stan,” Jon broke, the tears started from his eyes. “I love ‘em all so much, but I always feel like I am at the ragged edge of things. Like nothing I do is enough. I know Nikki and the kids don’t ask for too much, but sometimes I just don’t think I can live up to it.” Jon said, through the sobs. “Like when we were driving down here the kids are crazy in the back, and Nikki is stressing, and this pack of motorcycles go by. And you know what I thought to myself?” Jon said. The tears racking him.

“You wanted to run away with the bikes.” Stan said laying a hand on his shoulder.

Jon dropped in the a flurry tears. “How could I?” Jon asked the wind.

“You and every other family man Jon. You think I have not taken that car ride?” Stan said hunching down next to him, He laid a hand on his shoulder. “I know that I have thought that many times, when I was younger.”

“Its wrong. I should be stronger.” Jon sobbed.

Stan put his arm around him now. “No! It ain’t wrong. It’s normal. What’s wrong is hiding it until you do pick up and go. Jon, after Travis passed on Nikki shut down. Hell all of us did. When she went off to college her mom and I have never been so worried for her.”

“We would get letters home and at first we were more and more worried. Until.” Stan said and trailed off.

“Until what?” Jon asked.

“Until your name started showing up in the letters. That first Thanksgiving she brought you home, I remember thinking that you had actually brought our daughter back to us. In turn Maggie was able to let go of some of her hurt and she was able to come back to. That all started because you saw a sad girl in a coffee shop and wouldn’t give up on her.” Stan said.

Jon sat up. He did love Nikki, from the first moment he saw her. “I still love her Stan, and I love the kids with all my heart. Please don’t think I would run,” Jon tried but he was cut off by Stan.

“Now listen Jon, I can see how much you love them far more than I can see how much weight you’re carrying. Its ok to have doubt, Nikki didn’t pick you because you would never fail. She picked you because she knew no matter how bad the storm, you would always have her and the kids first in your mind. And you do. Don’t be so god damn hard on yourself. You have built my daughter a wonderful life and beautiful family.” Stan sat there and held Jon for a while and let the man crumble.

“Come on son, let go get some lunch.” Stan said quietly after he had regained himself. They loaded into the truck and went back to the house. As they ate at the large table, Jon started to smile again.

Stan had been right his family was amazing. He swore he would try to see past the day to day grind, and appreciate that. They helped clear the table and Jon and Stan walked back outside toward the barn.

As they got closer Jon started to veer off toward the truck but Stan kept heading for the barn. “We not going put the rest of those posts in?” Jon asked.

“No, we got a motorcycle to get running.” Stan said and smiled at him.

“Ahhh no Stan, I just wanted to see it.” Jon replied.

“Well, now I wanna see if we can get it to running.” Stan said with a knowing smile. Stan and Jon happily worked the afternoon away in the barn. Jon had been a desk jockey all his life so working on the bike was all new, but very liberating for him.

By the end of the afternoon they were putting the carburetor back on the bike. Jon, with Stan’s direction, had taken it off and apart. While they waited for the parts to soak in the solvent tank they had worked together to clean up the bike and adjust the chain.

They had taken all the parts out of the cleaner and put them back together. Jon tightened the last bolt and looked up to Stan for approval. “Looks as good as when he was riding it.” Stan said with a laugh.

“What now?” Jon asked.

Stan laughed. “Well you get on it and start it!” he replied clapping him on the shoulder.

Jon did as he was told, although his heart was in his throat.

They were sitting on the porch watching the kids play. “I am worried about him Mom. He seems so distant.” She said to her mother.

“I can see that. But what he seems, ain’t always what they are. When a man pulls away from you a lot times it can have nothing to do with you. Can I ask you a question sweetheart?” She asked.

Now Nikki knew this was her mother’s way of preparing her for a hard truth. “Of course.” Nikki said, she said bracing herself.

“Jon is an amazing family man. He works hard everyday, and he makes sure you have the things you need. But in all the years I have known you two together, I never seen him do anything for him. He don’t golf, he don’t fish, he don’t hunt. What’s he do for himself?” Maggie asked.

Nikki sat. She wanted to answer, but she had none. “Nothing really I guess. I think the family is what he sees as his first priority.” Nikki answered honestly.

“He needs something for him honey.” Maggie said before she could finish they both heard the old motor turn over and come to life.

Smoke poured from the barn and the two women and three young daughters all ran for the barn. As they rounded the corner there sat Jon on the the old bike trying to listen to Stan’s instructions.

“Now kick it down to first and let out the clutch.” Stan said.

Jon let the clutch out and the engine grabbed hold and started to push him forward. He looked up and saw the excited faces of his three daughters, and the two not so excited faces of his mother-in-law and wife.

However, when he cleared the door The young girls all cheered and clapped as he wobbled down the road. When he turned at the end of the drive and headed back he looked up and that was when Nikki saw it.

She could barely contain tears, Jon was smiling, from ear to ear. “Looks like your dad done found his hobby for him.” Maggie said elbowing her daughter.

“He couldn’t have taken him fishing?” Nikki asked, but in spite of herself she was all smiles.

Jon returned to the barn with the cheers and claps of everyone egging him on. When he stopped he forgot to put his foot down and the bike tipped to the right. He fell off and rolled away laughing.

Stan got the motor shut off and in between laughs said. “You gotta put your feet down son!” Which brought a whole new round of laughter.

The next few days were simply bliss. Jon spent his time helping but if he had a moment he was back out by the bike working on it, or riding it further and further each time. His sadness had no hold over him.

The day they were set to leave. Jon seemed a little sad again, after breakfast he walked out to the barn to say goodbye to the bike, however it wasn’t there. Jon was going to ask but decided to let it go. He was already trying to figure out a way to convince Nikki that he needed to buy one when he got back.

He went back up the house to say goodbyes, and then he realized where the bike had gone. Behind their family SUV sat a small trailer with the bike strapped down on it.

“Honestly Jon, I have never seen you so happy, did you think I was going to make you leave it here?” Nikki said as he embraced her.

The years again started to go by, but this time Jon was not so on edge. He had gained his balance on that trip. Jon never felt like he wanted to run away again.

Years later they sat on the porch, “I am glad he included her, I am just saying that I don’t really like thinking of my granddaughter riding that bike.” Maggie said, looking down the road.

Stan laughed. “Well honey that ain’t nothing new. You didn’t like it when Travis got it. I am sure you were none too thrilled when Jon pulled it out the barn that day. But it made them happy, that my dear is what life is about.” Stan said and kissed her on the forehead.

As if on cue they saw two bikes and an SUV pull into the drive. Jon swung his bike around and Jenny his daughter swung her bike and parked next to him. The suv came in behind them and the family poured out of the car.

Maggie stood up and looked at the smiling faces of her family. “Yeah, I guess it is.” She said and walked down the porch to join in the welcome.

 

WATCH D.O.G.S.

WATCH D.O.G.S.

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By Lucien Maier

Edited By Temperance Penrod

 

At the beginning of my daughter’s school year they had a meeting and called on the fathers to come and hear the WATCH D.O.G.S. out. They gathered all the dads in an auditorium and talked to us about what the WATCH D.O.G.S. program is all about.

They very smartly played a heart touching father video, and then asked all to sign up for a day. Most of the dad’s that were there signed up, myself included. I signed up for a distant day in January.

WATCH D.O.G.S. is a program that asks fathers to come in and watch over the school for the day. You get to volunteer in a couple different classes. Watch over the playground during lunch. And basically wander around the school, making sure nothing is out of place.

So my day in January came up, and I prepared to go to the school. I rolled into the school with my daughter and they fitted me with my WATCH D.O.G.S. t-shirt and a Dogtag (a big sticker on my motorcycle jacket).

J, my daughter, got a t-shirt to wear to.

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We got our picture taken to put on the Wall of Fame, Then we bundled up and went outside to direct cars through the loop. Now I can’t say I did not enjoy this, the loop is the Elementary school parking lot, which parents drive through in a loop to drop off and pick up kids. I have dropped off my kids here on many a morning.

There is a few signs that say pull all the way forward, but people always stop short so their kids won’t have to walk. Then frustrated people in the back will try to shoot in front of other and the whole thing turns into a big mess every morning.

So now finally my daughter and I stood on the corner of the lot and I pointed to exactly where people needed to go. I won’t lie, it felt great. Even better when one of the teachers at the school said it was the fastest she had ever seen it go through. Come to think of it she probably tells all the WATCH D.O.G.S. that..

Maybe the bike jacket made them obey the rules a little better, but it did seem to me to run very smoothly. I only had to give one or two stern looks, and had blast wishing all the kids a good friday.

After, my daughter went off to class and I patrolled the halls. I made sure nothing was out of place. I then went into a first grade class, and worked with some kids reading. They were a bit younger than J so it was fun to go back in time.

I went out and watched the playground for recess. Kids, they are so untainted. The teachers always seem a bit wary of me, but not the kids. They just saw me as a cool guy they wanted to know.

Then after recess I went to a 5th grade class to help out. It was cool because the teacher had been my son’s teacher a couple years before. So again it was a bit like going back in time. I worked with kids in there with math mostly.

I taught them some tricks and it seemed to help one kid a lot. After that I got with my daughter and we went to lunch. We got our trays, and sat at a long lunch table. We were soon surrounded by girls.

I ate and joked with them and had them laughing, hard. I even had a teacher look over once or twice with that. “Could you be a little quieter” look. I happily ignored them and made them laugh again.

I watched all the grades play on the playground at lunch. Funny all of them reacted to me very positively, wanting high fives and fist bump from the dog. I had threatened my daughter that I was not going to say a word the whole day I was just going to growl and bark.

She was mortified, so I spoke most of the time with a growl and bark thrown in here and there. After lunch I spent time with my daughter’s class. It was game day so I got to play Apples to  Apples with her and a few of her friends.

I had them laughing again, and this time I didn’t even look for the teacher’s approval. We had a blast. Soon I was back on patrol in the halls and then I watched pick up, this has no system so is just a big crazy mess for about twenty minutes and then its over.

We dropped off our shirts and that was our day.

It was a really rewarding experience and well worth your time. If your kid’s school does the WATCH D.O.G.S.program, go sign up for a day.

I can tell you this.

I feel like it made a difference to have someone there to just watch out and

I wish my sons Jr.high did WATCH D.O.G.S. as well and

I laughed more than I have in an awful long time.

 

If they don’t, I would inquire. The website has a ton of information.

http://www.fathers.com/watchdogs/

 

If every Dad took one day, they would at least have one dad there every day of school. That would be an amazing resource for schools. I will be going again in May I think, not because of all the good it does, but just because it was a whole lot of fun.

Hope you take a look into it.

 

 

oh, also

Just in case you are interested my

daughter is selling girl scout cookies.

(Within the Tooele Or Salt Lake area)

http://lucienmaier.com/jainas-girl-scout-cookies-presale/

No one knows what the River will Bring

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No one knows what the river will bring

 

 

By Lucien Maier

Edited By Temperance Penrod

The bike slipped in and out of the traffic. It was not as bad as the Island, but New York is New York even thirty miles from the hub.  She pulled into the little bar to meet them, and she climbed off the little two fifty motorcycle. It fit her, and she had made it her own.

He had offered to have her friends ride with them, but she decided to keep this ride for herself. He had swept into her life, and although they had never met he immediately knew her.

At first she wanted to think he was just after sex, but it became clear very quickly that was not on his mind. He saw her and made no bones about it. All the putting herself down washed off his back, and he just had faith in her.

They had chatted here and there over the years, and when she had seen the beat up little bike, she knew the time was right. She had bought it and she began her work on it. She had modeled herself after his essays. Reading the story about how he had built his bike over and over. Each time getting the motivation, or encouragement to continue her own build.

Soon the little red and chrome motorcycle was pulled out of her lab. She was amazed by what it had done for her. She felt more confident about herself, cruising next to the Hudson brought her to a whole new level in life.

Now after years, he was coming. She would meet him. His wife and he had been on the road for a while now, they were in the middle of an around the nation ride. When she had gotten the text that they were about a week from New York and they wanted to ride with her she had about jumped out of her skin with excitement.

She went into the little bar, excited to hear the roar of the bike she had read so much about. She sat at the bar and ordered an ice tea. She watched the window, waiting.

A few tables away a young lady of nineteen sat with tear soaked eyes. He had done it again last night, she had taken it for a long time. This time though there was a baby in her belly. She took a deep breath as he slid into the other side of the booth.

“What the hell is wrong with you now?” He asked.

She took another deep breath. “I am leaving you Lewis.”

“The hell you are bitch.” He said with the sickly smile he got when anger started to mount in him. “Your mine and you ain’t going anywhere.” He barked out, now the rest of the bar started to hear.

“No Lewis, I am leaving to the women’s shelter now. I am pregnant and you keep hitting me.” She said trying to muster her bravery, but it was starting to waiver. All the excuses she had used over the years, started to flood into her head. She was already starting to give in, but she had an ally that she had never met.

Zippy sat and listened as she sipped on her iced tea. She could see where this was going. He burst from the booth and started yelling at the young girl. Now Zippy never considered herself brave, but this time she dropped off the bar stool.

She walked over to the brute, “Let’s go home right now Bitch. You need to learn a lesson.” He barked at her grabbing her arm.

“Sound likes she has already learned it. You’re not going to take her with you. It’s time for you to go.” Zippy said with far more confidence than she felt. In her own thoughts she screamed for him to pull in, but she was only left with the brute of a man staring at her in disbelief.

“Fuck you, you little runt bitch. I will toss you in the fucking river. You don’t tell me shit.”  The man barked.

It took all her nerve, but Zippy set her four foot eleven frame, and looked him dead in the eye. “Do you really think this is nineteen-fifty or something. You can’t get away with any of this crap, and you are not taking her with you. Go away.” She said and pointed at the door.

The man took a step toward her, but he looked up and the rest of the bar was on their feet. The four foot lady was no threat to him but the rest of the bar, that was a different story.

“I told you asshole, its not nineteen-fifty and this dont happen on our watch. Now this is the last time I am going to tell you. Get out.” Zippy said, her heart raced a million miles a minute, but then she heard the sound she had been straining for.

However, it proved unnecessary Lewis realized that he was beaten and stormed out the door in anger.  Zippy put her hand on the shoulder of the young women. “You’re doing the right thing. Let’s get you to that shelter you were talking about.” Zippy said and the girl looked up to her like she had looked up to him.

She looked to the door and she had been right they had arrived and were parking their bikes next to her’s.

“We will take her there.” A couple in the back said. “Looks like you have some pretty special riding partners.” They added as he sauntered in next to his wife. A large smile growing on their faces as they spotted Zippy.

She squeaked and ran into their hug. “Everything ok?” He asked, picking up on the situation.

“Yeah its fine now, just give me a second and we will hit the road.” She said and turned back to the young lady who was now being helped out of the booth by the couple. Zippy wrote her name and number on a paper. “You stay in touch sweety. Believe me no one knows what the river will bring. You ain’t never going down that road again okay.” She hugged her.

They walked out to the bikes, his wife smiled. “I love your bike. I learned on the same bike.” She commented and the conversation went from there. The three of them clicked and soon they were riding.

They rode the whole afternoon and pulled into the little restaurant and inn about six in the evening. They laughed, ate , and drank. So much so, that she decided she had better stay the night and ride home in the morning.

His wife checked with the desk and changed their room from one bed to two. They got drinks and went back to the room. They talked and laughed deep into the night. Their friendship growing in leaps and bounds.

In the morning they had breakfast together and then after many hugs and more tears than she would like to admit, they got on their bikes. She headed back to the river, and they returned to the road, to their adventure.

As Zippy rode home that day she realized that that fire he had lit in her, she could light in others. He had taught her to live her life, not just get through it. Even better than that she had learned that she too could teach people the same lesson.

“Next time I will meet you in Utah.” She thought to herself. She rode out to the women’s shelter, she wanted to check on someone…

 

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ABATE “A call to action”

ABATE

 ABATE

“A call to action”

 

By Lucien Maier

Edited By Temperance Penrod

 

I returned to Motorcycles when I was forty. I have never really ridden with a crew. I wanted to ride in a group ride. I went out to ride for suicide prevention, my friend Annette had convinced me to come out.

I tend to get anxiety around large groups of people, but she was insistent. I was unable to make the ride so I meet them at the rides end. I most likely would have quietly left the parking lot, but one of Annette’s crew had been warned and pulled me into the fold.

When they all pulled in, they were all very warm and sweet to me. I found out that a lot of the riders were part of ABATE. I had heard the name float by here and there, but knew very little about them. Greg laid it all out for me.

In a nutshell ABATE is about Motorcycle rights and education. Of course I went and did some research. The concept of ABATE was started by Lou Kimzey (the editor of Easyrider magazine) to preserve motorcycle rights.

They have fought through the years for these rights, one big black eye they have is that they fought the national helmet law. Many have told me

“Oh ABATE is bad because they stopped the helmet laws”.

It’s true that that ABATE believes every rider is responsible for what gear they do or do not wear. Motorcycles are about freedom and ABATE works hard to make sure no one gets a foothold in holding back that freedom.

It’s been called an MC, a gang, but these are all grossly incorrect. ABATE is a Motorcycle rider advocate group. The reason I think many people get the wrong impression, is because most of the chapters are made up of your “Stereotypical” bikers.

Make no mistake though, they fight for the right of everyone out there on 2’s. So I think it’s high time the rest of us start to support this organization. I will admit it is a bit strange to pull up to a meeting on my foreign bike. However, I am always welcomed to the meetings.

Sportbikes, I know you’re out there?

Cafe Racers?

Bobbers, Baggers, Touring, Adventure, We are all Motorcyclists. We all have rights to lose. ABATE carries the flag for all of us.

So if you haven’t yet, find out when you next local ABATE meeting is, and go out and see what they have to say. I think like me you will be compelled to become part of the organization, or at very least support them in their endeavors.

Go to Google now and type ABATE (and your state) and you will be in contact with’ em locally in no time!

 

Elf and I, The Rides of 2014

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Elf And I, The rides of 2014

 

We rode close to 12,000 miles this season.This is my bike Elf. She is an 1100cc custom made bike.

Building her was just the start, To ride her is indescribable.

 

 

Elf The Story of a Bike
Elf The Story of a Bike

You can read and see more about Elf Here:

Elf: The story of a Bike,

is a half fiction and half nonfiction,

history of the bike.

Building Elf,belf

A Photo Tour of building the bike.

 

 

 

 

I started riding close to home:

Grantsville, Utah
Grantsville, Utah
Tooele Utah
Tooele, Utah
Tooele, Utah
Tooele, Utah

 

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I took it to work a lot at first as well.

 

 

 

 

 

 

After a couple weeks I wanted to re-ride the ride I had done right before I built the bike.

 

Here is Elf at the base of Immigration Canyon

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And the top of Immigration Canyon IMG_0565

I swooped down into Parleys Canyon and rode I-80 up.

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I jumped off the 80 and rode to the top of Browns Canyon. (above)

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After a quick jaunt through Heber and next to Deer Creek (Above), and then down Provo Canyon and home.IMG_0575

(Top of Provo Canyon)

 

I Can Still Hear The Road
I Can Still Hear The Road

After this ride I felt so in tune with the road again, I wrote

I Can Still hear the Road 

 

 

I started to reach out into the motorcycle community. I wanted to see what riding in a pack was like, so I decided I wanted to do a ride for a good cause.

Riding Home
Riding Home

At first I hooked up with some folks for a anti-suicide ride. You can read that story here: Riding Home

After meeting all  the people in the Utah County chapter of ABATE, I felt so welcomed.

When they had one of their own lose her battle, I wanted to go. You canNot Just this Ride read that story here:

Not Just This Ride

After trying to get on two group rides and not fully making either time. I was dead set to get out and ride in a pack. I met someone online that was part of the local Masons Chapter.

A friend was dead set on having me come on the Hess Cancer Foundation ride. Low and behold, I made the ride.
There are some pictures below,  but if you really want the story there Check out:677b65ee4da0c8fa85ff6c3b54e2c0c1

Riding With the Masons

 

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Waiting for the ride to begin.

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At the midway point in HeberIMG_0739

 

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We ended the ride in SLC, UT with a nice BBQ.IMG_0742

I tried to get out to other events, but I was always held up by this or that.  I decided maybe I needed to just stay on my own for a bit.

Ride On My Own
Ride On My Own

Of course I wrote something about it:

Ride on my own

 

 

When I was young I had the chance to work for a mining company here in Utah. I got to work for half my summer in a little town named Eureka, Utah.

Eureka, Utah
Eureka, Utah

I have always dug this little town and the long ride out there was exactly what I needed.

 

 

 

Not long later I was at my desk at work.

I decided to go catch a canyon for lunch.

I went up Big Cottonwood Canyon.IMG_0762

IMG_0760 The Canyon was a great run, the pictures are at Brighton Ski Resort at the top of the Canyon.IMG_0763

Motorcycle CannonBall 2014
Motorcycle CannonBall 2014

I found out about the Cannon Ball Run coming through Utah,

My buddy Blair and I rode out.

Motorcycle CannonBall 2014

 

 

 

IMG_0836 Inspired by the riders of the CannonBall I wanted to get some long distance in for the season as well.

 

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My Wife and I hatched a plan to visit my sister who lives right out out of Aspen, CO.

IMG_0846Riding out to Colorado wasIMG_0849 an amazing trip that I will never forget.

IMG_0914 While I was there I rode up to a little Lake. Here is a part of that ride;

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I am horrible, but I have probablyIMG_0917 watched those videos a dozen times. That ride was amazing.

 

 

 

 

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I rode out to the Utah County ABATE meeting. The sky opened up on me and I got really wet. Check out the piece for more.

 

 

The Ride was not Comfy but I got some Amazing shots
The Ride was not Comfy but I got some Amazing shots

 

 

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At the end of the season I wanted to do a route to review a lot of the major rides I had done over the year. IMG_1101

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Rafter B’s a good cup of coffee and always a nice spot to hang for a min
Top Of Provo Canyon
Top Of Provo Canyon

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Last ridelastride

As you can guess this piece is about the last ride… or rides, I took for the season.

 

 

 

 

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We did about 12,000 miles, but I learned more about myself than I have ever known. If you have never ridden a bike, make next season yours.

 

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So maybe  I can see you out on the road…

 

Ride Safe.

-L

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2015

2015

2015

By Lucien Maier

Edited by Temperance Penrod

 

 

So 2014 has not been a bad year. Just one of personal growth and learning. Also a major step backwards in my battle with my mental health. However, overall it has been a good year with some nice adventures.

My family, as always, are my rock always standing by me and never wavering. There are many times that I wonder how I was lucky enough to be placed with the perfect person for me. Then that we were both lucky enough to bring two amazing souls into the world, well that is just unbelievable.

I have learned a lot this year, and I have spent a great deal of thought about origin, and Impact.

Origin, is a topic I normally have come to a conclusion and then let it lie for long periods. First when I was young and moved to Utah, and decided I wanted to wait till I got older to look at the topic. (I was about seven)

Then again when I was thirteen this time reading many of the texts of the different faiths. Since I did not believe any of the texts I had read, I chose that category that seemed to fit. Atheism.

In my twenties I realized the title was wrong, I was agnostic not an atheist. My philosophy however, did not change.

This year I found myself again looking into my soul. Standing on the edges on destiny and realizing once again it is not your path to take, is never an easy thing to digest. Which leads me right in to the next topic that has taken up my thoughts in 2014.

IMPACT

Impact is something I have chased for as long as I can remember. I have always wanted to last in the world, that I have always known. Largely the reason I am so drawn to writing is that need/want to have an influence on the world.

Now I have done a lot reading on impact. How to gain it? Who has it? What is its nature? I have read deeply into all those questions. It should come as little surprise that names like Shakespeare and Davinci are at the top of my hero list.

For hundreds of years after they left us their words, their ideas remain with us. Hell they form us into what we have become today. I think 2014 was the year for me to finally accept that I will never be a Socrates, or a Hemingway.

I am a Maier, and if I am to be honored enough to join the ranks of those names it will because I lived the best life Lucien could live. It is time to live, and if the words fall off the face of the world with no impact then so be it. (That last sentence is not easy to type.)

So this year has taught me to accept myself. I have spent a lot of energy and time trying to get my life on the path that I think it belongs on. In the upcoming year and beyond I hope to accept myself, and walk the path that is presented to me.

Worrying about my walk, not the path I think I should be on.

Somethings in this world can’t be chased they can only be found.

Is it just me or does 2015 feel like a year of some major importance?

 

It feels like many roads are close to crossing, it feels to me like we as a race, as a world are very close to a breakthrough. A global understanding, the first real one ever. We have spent the twenty years building and populating the world with devices.

Devices that can talk and see to the other side of the world instantly. Devices that can create content faster than ever before. Devices that can broadcast that content to millions in moments.

Limits are less on the race today than they have ever been before.

I know many minds are focused on the significant problems we face today as a race. There is no denying that we have many issues to work through. I will be honest I have spent many thought cycles, thinking about these issues, and in the end doing nothing to change them.

2015 though feels like the year we all start to accept where we have come. It feels to me that we will have more than one major breakthrough in the world this year.

It feels that in the last few years that there has been a lot of work done behind curtains. 2015 feels like the year the curtain gets pulled back, and the world gasps.

Personally I feel my family and myself are going to have a hell of an adventure this year. We are posed to do some really cool things. Something we have panned in March, is something that only a handful of people have done on the planet.

I hope to finish a novel that has brewed in my head for years. It has been hard to choose to write it. You see, it is the second in my werewolf series. Now since only two people are really fans of the series at this point it would seem silly to invest the time to write it.

There are reasons though, Of The Wolf is my favorite story. Also one of the two people is Temperance my editor. She also fell in love with the story of Ty’ous and has asked, (well demanded) the second in the series.

Now Temperance has been silently working in the background on my work for a year and a half now. She has edited countless short stories, poems. She also edited To Hell and Back as I wrote it, and after that she went back and edited In the Blood 1 and Of The Wolf “Zion” as well.

The only thing she has ever asked me for is Of The Wolf 2 “The Road”. So I intend to let her read that story. I have three other books that sit in my thoughts as of late. So I intend to push those forward once OTW is out of the way.

I am sure I will continue my short work. (I also intend on working a new fan fiction for both Walking Dead and SOA)  And Elf still has a few stories to tell from last season, and we have lots of plans for the riding season of 2015.

So my pen is not done, my words are not spilled.

2014 has taught me to let go.

In 2015 I will go….

 

Will you come with me?

-L

 

The 201

The 201

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By Lucien Maier

Edited by Temperance Penrod

 

I am sure it will sound silly to you.

But man am I happy the 201 is finished and open again.

You see every morning I drive or ride in on the 201.

Its not as intense and angry as I-80 eastbound can be.

 

This summer they took the 201 down to repave it.

It was gone the whole summer,

And everyday my mood and temper got worse riding the 80.

 

But last week I started driving the 201 again.

Unlike 80 it goes through a small mountain pass, the road turns and weaves which always puts a smile on my face.

In a car or a bike.

 

Crazy how something like you route to work can make so much difference.

I walk into work smiling again, instead of frustrated from the road.

I-80 is straight and fast and people seem angry on that road.

Where 201 is curvy and a little slower, and people smile.

 

I love the thoughts that I have when I am not competing for the next break in traffic.

I love to make up stories about the people I pass in my head.

 

So it may sound very strange indeed,

But to me having the 201 back makes my day start better.

Which makes my whole day go better.

 

Funny how a little thing like you route to work can have such an impact.

Do you think there are any things in your life like I-80?

Is there a 201 you can drive on instead?

Building Elf

Building Elf a Photo Tour

By Lucien Maier

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When I turned 40 I decided to buy a motorcycle.943152_10152813024425332_180992203_n

After a good deal of shopping I found this 1981 KZ1000m CSR

The kid I had bought it from had done some shaddy things to it. But I set to work and got her up and running.


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  I started riding and put on about 1,600 miles on total999886_10152873535090332_850063773_n. I have always been drawn to Kawasakis.  They sit very tall and I am 6’1″ so they fit me very well.  When I was young my first motorcycle was a kz400.

After I that I actually bought a 1979 KZ1000

Here is a s10398477_146018930331_8266555_nhot of the old bike back in the day.

So it was very cool to reclaim that and have pretty much the same machine.

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I suppose I knew it was coming the engine had never sounded right. On occasion it would make a horrible bang noise as well. The pictures above are from the weekend before she blew up. I had done a nice 200 mile jaunt around Utah.

I woke up and got ready for the commute to work. Moments into the ride I knew something was off and as I pulled onto I-80 and throttled up.

I saw a piece of metal fly forward and the bike slowed to the side10156020_10153999747840332_7678827257523099780_n of the road. I went around the front and was greeted with a large hole in the vavle cover.

We got the bike home and I started to tear down to see where the problem stopped. But as you can see I just kept going the number one piston let go and shattered the whole inside of the bike.

1When I had bought the bike it had come with an extra engine.

So with the encouragement of a friend, we set to building a new motor.

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First I pulled both engines I had apart down to the bolts.

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My Cylinders and Pistons were trash so I wound up getting a 84 GPZ 1100 jugs and Pistons from a different GPZ (year unknown) From the internet

Once we also got a crankshaft. (Make and model unknown)

We sorted and cleaned all the parts and then picked out the best for everything. In the end there are parts from 5 different engines in the engine.

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While we were working on the engine. I was also reworking the frame.

I repainted it with Plastidip

(a mistake looking back)

1926640_10153999748125332_615701088737215685_nThe crankshaft was the last part to arrive so once it was there we started building.

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Here is the transmission and the Crankshaft Ready to get sealed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Crankcase Assembled.

10151912_10153999748320332_1805593288674592330_nPistons and Jug installed,

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Taking Elf from the original 1000 cc

to 1100 cc.

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Putting the head on, and getting the overhead cams set.

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At this point we attached

 

 

the valve cover.

This is all the Unused parts I made a shell of the engine out of. It has served very nicely to explain how things were done.

The paint All Plastidip came out really nicely.

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However spots that were hit by oil and gas did not last.

10258422_10153999748240332_4021620073368307747_nI have learned a lot about using it,

And when I repaint it, It will be much better.

One night T and Started getting10288758_10153999748590332_2075318620649614836_n

the engine in. It took us a while but we got it in.

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I got Dynojets in the carbs and we got it all put together.

It was time to start it:

Its hard to describe the feeling of getting it started. You have to understand that both myself and my friend helping me build it, had many doubts the the 100 cc upgrade could actually work. However once she was running, all the doubts were answered.

10264286_10153999748685332_8363333385682605411_nI needed to get my forks redone, and now that the motor was running. I wanted to ride Elf badly.

(ELF by the way is 11 in Dutch)

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and after a few short jaunts.

10475472_10154197826240332_1928143825822699924_nI was able to ride to work.

In fact I rode to work almost every day.

Taking lunches to explore the canyons right by my work. The photo below is taken at Brighton ski resort, at the top of Big Cotton Wood Canyon.

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Here is a video of My Commiute home from work

Part 1:

Part 2:

 

Elf and I rode on 10308560_10153999748760332_4933321027190656303_nmany adventures this season…1185700_10154585263940332_3548148312598361836_n you will notice changes all through out the season.10552409_10154585264445332_72186911126767815_n10675557_10154585264755332_3830538723218689451_n10635967_10154585264630332_9136700409532006952_n My wife and kids were cool enough to chase me  in the truck

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while I rode to Basalt, CO.

While in Basalt, I rode up the Canyon to the Lake at the top.

Here is the first part of that run:

And the second:

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It’s very hard to try to explain what this process has done to me.

Building the bike, also built something in me.  I would highly suggest adding it to your own bucket list.

Tattoo

  Tattoo

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By LucienMaier

Edited by Temperance Penrod

 

 

I have two tattoos. One is Tigger on my back with a lighttig saber. I am sure that seems a bit strange. However, to me it is a cross of things, that in no small way, saved my life.

You see I went through a drug stage and one morning I woke up and saw Tigger on the tv. He could do anything, at least he believed he could. From that day I have tried to take on that trait.

I can do something, until I am proven wrong. It has served me well.

The Light saber comes from Star Wars. Which if you know me, has always been a strong influence in my life. I decided I wanted a Tattoo, and of course I wanted something no one else would have.

Thus, Tigger with a light saber came to be on my back. I have never regretted it, he still is a great symbol for me.

My second was a bit more rushed and altjthough the artwork is perfect. It is a logo of my star wars talk show, JediTalk.  At the time the show was a huge part of my life, but now as I look back I wished I had not done it.

So flash forward a couple years. There are all sorts of Tattoo cover up shows on tv, and it got me thinking.

How would I cover the JediTalk logo on my arm? I decided if I did it I would want a full sleeve. Over time I decided I want a montage of all my books. Featuring Bikes and characters from many of my stories.

Taylor and Trisha from In The Blood, Thierant and Ty’ous form Of The Wolf, and Lucas and Sharon from To Hell And Back would be the main focus points.

But I would love to see parts from Late and Early, and from Desperate for Impact. Maybe something from No More.

So as the idea brewed I started to realize that in order to get the tattoo right, the artist would have to be a fan. They would have to read all the stuff and want to come up with that art. So instead of going out to find the tattoo artist, I think the artist will have to find me.

I look forward to finding out if I ever get my sleeve tattoo. But for now I will leave the decision up to the universe to decide.

 

 

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