This post is actually not by Big Ben, but his mostly absent partner The Stinger.
Unbeknownst to the biker community at large, I’ve been spending the past four months or so completely customizing my Harley. The result is what you see in the photo below.
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| From Owen's Chopper |
Here’s a link to my Picassa web album:
here
and to my entry on my ol’ lady’s blog about building the beast:
here
Now that Lin’s on her way to becoming a full-fledged biker, and Yuri’s back on the road, it’s time to complete the circle.
Mai turned four last month, so she’s now almost as old as Lin was when she took her first ride around the neighborhood.
When Yuri got her bike last month, I gave Lin a ride on the back, and Mai had been bugging me ever since about getting her turn. We had a spot of sun this weekend, so we decided it was time.
Mai’s not as fearless or adventurous as Lin, so we were worried that she’d get scared and decide she never wanted to ride a bike again, but sure enough, she’s the daughter of bikers. She reacted pretty much exactly the way Lin did, laughing and screaming with excitement the whole time.
It’s hard to believe this is the same little girl who was toddling around when Lin had her first ride three years ago.
(Speaking of Lin, Lin and I went to the bike shop to pick up some parts for Yuri’s new bike, and Lin immediately noticed the 50cc offroad bikes. Now she won’t shut up about how I need to buy her one.)
Now that Mai understands the joy of the road, we’ve completed our biker family, and we’re on our way toward my dream of taking family camping trips on two bikes.
Welcome to our world, Mai!
Yuri and I have been together for more than 15 years now, and some of our best early dates were on my bike. When we got married just over ten years ago, Yuri suddenly decided to get her own license, and we spent a few wonderful years on the road together, with Yuri on her trusty Vulcan 400. 
Then, eight years ago, Yuri got her big bike license, and a month later got pregnant with our first daughter, Lin. This put an end to her biker lifestyle, but we always knew this was a hiatus, not a true ending.
Now that our youngest, Mai, is nearing her fourth birthday, it’s about time for Yuri to get back on two wheels. But with mortgage payments, educational expenses, and all the little drains on the wallet that come with life with kids, Yuri was resigned to buying some cheap old clunker. Unbeknownst to her, I had started saving $100 a month from my beer and lunch allowance a little over five years ago for this occasion, and now it’s time for all that to pay off.
I found the perfect bike for her, a wine red 1200cc Sportster Custom, in December, and hid it in the Stinger’s garage until her birthday.
(I make any regular sized bike look silly, but this is the only time I’ll be riding it.)
I had Stinger ride it over on the happy day, and we got the reaction we were hoping for.
Happy Birthday Yuri!
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My little girl is becoming a biker even earlier than I expected.
I’ve tried to expose my six-year-old daughter, Lin, to bikes and biker culture as much as possible, and have been taking her on rides on the back of my bike since she was four. We’ve been building up to this for a while, with our short Father’s Day ride up Yabitsu pass and our camping trip to Nishi-Tanzawa, and last weekend we finally made the next big step: Lin’s first long-distance touring and biker rally at Matsumoto Camp.
As I’ve mentioned before, Matsumoto Camp is one of my favorite rallies. It’s smaller than many, with only 100-300 bikes, but both the location and the regular core of bikers that shows up are just the way I like them, and I thought it would be perfect for introducing Lin to the wider biker world. Unfortunately, most of the Takatsu-gumi group I usually ride with had other commitments, so only YOS was able to ride with us this time.
The weather forecast had been calling for rain all weekend, but I was pretty sure my usual understanding with the rain gods combined with Lin’s luck with these things would push away those clouds. Sure enough, the rain stopped by the time we woke up, and we headed out to meet YOS at Ishikawa under a gradually brightening gray sky, and by the time we got to Futaba, the halfway point of the expressway trip, we were riding under clear blue skies.
This was Lin’s first long expressway trip, and I wasn’t sure how she would deal with it, but beyond a few requests to stop and rest, she was fine. Of course, once we left the expressway and headed up the Venus Line into the mountains, she was more than fine.
I let her have the camera, and she got some good riding shots of YOS on his shovelhead, and even took a little video from the back of the bike.
We stopped for lunch, but Lin couldn’t wait to get back on the bike, and left most of her soba uneaten.
We rolled into Matsumoto Camp by mid-afternoon, finished greeting all our friends, and sat down to relax just as the downpour started. But who minds the rain once you’re safely under a tarp? It let up soon enough, and we went exploring around some trails near the campground, and then Lin went off to play with some of the other kids that local bikers had brought along with them. I went off to relax with beer and conversation, confident that I had successfully shown Lin how fun rallies can be, and that I could be sure she’d want to go to the next one too.
What I hadn’t anticipated was that Lin was about to take the next step toward bikerhood. The Heaven & Hell MC, who host the rally, had brought along a 50cc pocket bike to patrol the campground and run quick errands, but they were letting the bigger kids try it out when they didn’t need it.
One of the older girls showed Lin how to work the throttle, and after a few tries, she got the hang of it. 
She and the other kids took turns on the bike for hours, and then started again first thing the next morning. By the end of it, she was riding like a pro.
It took me years on the road to learn to ride that naturally. Not bad for a kindergartener, huh?
So not only has Lin learned the fun of rallies, she understands the joy of riding as well. It’s too bad she’ll have to wait another ten years before she can get a license, but until then, it means I get a lot of biker-daughter quality time.
The muse isn’t moving me to write a real touring report, but we had another great ride, mostly along the same route as last year.
This time, my old friend Kaze joined us from Osaka, and we got some great shots with his helmet cam despite the overcast. Unfortunately, the clouds mean that you can’t see the Pacific Ocean on both sides of the peninsula, but I think it turned out OK.
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