In GPS we Trust

Connecticut Polar Bears at O'Connor's Grill, from left: Anonymous Ed, Dollie, Tony, Token2, CT Blogger, Scott, Captain, Grumpy and down front Pogy. Leader not shown.

Polar Bear Motorcycle Blog, Polar Bear Grand Tour, ride to O'Connor's Bar and Grill, Eastampton Township, NJ, April 14, 2019

By: Chris Loynd
Photos By: Grumpy, Anonymous and Grand Tour Photographer Bernie Walsh
Video By: Polar Bear Grand Tour Photographer Dave Thompson

Sunday's ride was the last of our 2018/2019 season. It was a bonus ride, rescheduled from January 20th due to a particularly nasty storm. Perhaps owing to Sunday's warmer weather, we picked up a couple of Polar Cubs for this ride: Dollie and Tony.

Our leader on this ride must remain anonymous. All the same, Leader contributed significantly to fodder for this blog post. So I will refer to him/her as "Leader" and use dual-gender pronouns to protect his/her identity.

We started out with seven bikes. Behind Leader was Anonymous Ed, Captain, Grumpy, me, Dollie and Tony offered to sweep. Things went well headed south through Connecticut on I-95. There was one confusing lane change in perpetually-congested Norwalk. But it wasn't our fault.

Mama June was driving a U-haul rental truck towing a car and doing about 30 mph in the center lane of the interstate. I got a good look and am 90 percent sure it was her, Pumpkin as passenger.

Just a bit later we picked up Pogy and Scott in Darien. For reasons that remain unclear, they stayed behind Sweep Tony for the remainder of the ride, including the ride back home. At breakfast I asked Pogy about it. He was expecting Tony to waive him into line ahead. Tony may not have been sure of our Polar Bear protocol. Tony, Pogy and Dollie all sort of shared sweep duties. It was a bit confusing.

As for Scott, we often let him stay in the back but do not assign him sweep duties. Scott tends to rubber-band a bit and seems to do best sort of on his own just generally following the rest of us. Thankfully his new Harley has an LED headlight that can be seen from the moon. So even when he's drifted back a mile or more, the lead rider can generally see he's still with us. Scott somehow always manages to catch up with us at the final destination and for gas stops.

Dollie was also was a bit new to our group riding protocol, but held her own. On righthand lane changes she shared sweep duties with Tony, moving to clear the lane, sometimes before he could. The he got a chance, Pogy gave her a quick primer on hand signals.

Dollie enjoyed riding in line with us and took to group riding just fine. Quoting from her Facebook comment, "I had a chance to participate with the Polar Bears' last ride of the season. 

"Sunday’s Ride took us to Eastampton, New Jersey. Even though we rode over 300 miles round trip I felt extremely Safe. 

"The Polar Bears make it a point to ride in perfect formation which was exciting to be a part of. The Lead rider communicates his intentions and everyone relays that message back to the Sweep through hand and arm signals. The sweep then takes over the lane so we can safely make our lane changes. 

"Everyone in the pack has a job. Not only do you have to maintain your speed it’s critical to maintain a proper following distance and leave no gaps. Riding like this is like operating a well oiled machine. 

What a rush riding through Cross Bronx Expressway, over the George Washington Bridge and The Tappan Zee. Thanks Polar Bears." DivaCT🏍💭💭

Our group riding discipline held up even when Leader strained it mightily with his/her route choices.

As we rode south on 95, Leader passed by the exit for I-287, just over the New York border. Our usual routine is to take 287 to the Hutchinson Parkway, then Cross County, Saw Mill and the George Washington Bridge. But we didn't Sunday.

Riding along past the 287 exit and deeper into New York State, I next thought of the I-95 exit direct to the Hutchinson Parkway. My GPS most always wants me to take that route. But we soon passed by that option too.

Now the horror dawned completely on my consciousness: Cross-Bronx Expressway. Since we're all on cruisers -- and not dirt bikes -- I could not fathom the choice. Captain thinks it is an over-reliance on GPS, even when it sends you places common sense tells you to avoid. His theory was proved later in the day.

After dodging potholes, trucks, traffic and crazy New York drivers, we finally found ourselves crossing into New Jersey. Leader had us in some questionable lanes but did eventually manage to get us onto the express road headed toward the NJ Turnpike.

We got through the tolls okay and headed south. When the Turnpike split, Leader inexplicably took us onto the truck lanes.

That was when Grumpy started rebelling. He dropped way back at times. Other times he would refuse to join us in lane changes.

We made it to the Pandora Diner okay. Coffee and good food lifted spirits. A general understanding of Polar Bear decorum kept us civil. Then a very welcome surprise broke the spell.

Token2 Surprise

Only Pogy knew. Token2 is taking a work break from his amazing South American motorcycle adventure. He's headed back soon. He talked to Pogy to find out where we'd be, then rode up from Virginia to surprise us. For him it was about the same distance as our ride to Lewes, Del., more than four hours one way. So there wasn't time for much more than an hour or so of breakfasting before we parted company. Grumpy lamented it was not enough time.

Pandora Diner was a great find. It worked well for our Early Departure Protocol objectives. We'll have to use it again. Breakfast was very good. Portions were generous. Service was fast. Our waitress attentive. Several of our party remarked at how good the prices were. But we're used to Connecticut and this is downstate New Jersey farming country.

Mutiny Over Gas

We had a brief meeting before departing breakfast. A general consensus was that we would gas up before O'Connor's so we could sign in and hit the road for home. Leader said we were turning left out of the diner parking lot and would gas up there. I was thinking Leader meant like the gas station was right around the corner.

I remember looking at the map when I chose Pandora Diner that it was right at the turn for O'Connor's and that our Polar Bear destination was less than a mile away. Google Maps said three-minutes travel time.

However Leader looked at his/her GPS, I'm guessing for "nearest gas," and led us left out of the parking lot. As we rode in the opposite direction from O'Connor's, deeper and deeper into the New Jersey farmland, frustration levels of Leader's followers rose and rose.

It is, of course, difficult to communicate when riding. We mainly rely upon hand signals. Captain caught up with Leader at a stop light and had a spirited discussion. But the light turned green too soon and Leader had us off again. Captain later said Leader said something about going for gasoline.

It may be that previous choices by Leader hurt his/her credibility with the crew.

A little known fact about pirate captains is that most pirate ships were very democratic. The pirate captain had to have the support and consent of his crew to be and stay captain. During battle the rules changed and the captain had absolute authority. But in all other matters the captain relied upon the his crew's good graces.

Captain started hanging back further and further. Only Leader and Anonymous Ed kept going, blithely motoring along. Captain finally had enough of going in the wrong direction and pulled into a crossroad. We all lined up behind him. Leader and Anonymous Ed disappeared over the horizon. The mutiny was afoot.

To his credit Captain emphasized that he acted alone in his own best interest. But communication among riders being limited, us lined up mostly on the barely existent shoulder of a two lane country road, the natural thing to do was follow.

Captain did a 180 turning back toward O'Connor's. We pulled into our destination parking lot minus two. We signed in and found our two missing riders waiting for us in the parking lot -- with full fuel tanks. Of course the rest of us had to ask Leader to make an additional gas stop for the rest of us. We decided to take a station on the road home, instead of searching the countryside.

Token2 loved it all. He said he was glad to see the Connecticut Polar Bears had not changed significantly from those lovable riders he always remembered. Token2 also had a reputation of simply striking out on his own when the group dynamic became intolerable. Token2 headed back to Virginia. The rest of us turned for Connecticut.

Leader did indulge us with a gas stop. From there we did follow him/her onto the turnpike truck lanes yet again. Fortunately Leader did take the Garden State Parkway. He/she stopped at the top. Some of us stayed for coffee, the rest beat for home. The early birds missed the rains. I'm not sure about those who stayed for coffee.

Oh, and if you recall from last week's blog, Anonymous Ed made it home in time for his granddaughter's birthday party.

A New Diva?

It came out more in subsequent Facebook posts, but there was an interesting exchange I'd like to share between Dollie, our prospective Diva and Princess our former Diva. Princess left us for a man and Indiana. But she understood and resonated with Dollie's thoughts about maybe joining us next season.

I started by posting on Facebook a selfie of Dollie and me, "A new Polar Bear diva? Princess will never be replaced, but Dollie enjoyed a warm Polar Bear ride. We’ll hope to see her next season."

Dollie answered, "It was a little chilly starting out ok lol I had a really good time with you guys. Maybe I’ll join you guys next season." DivaCT 🏍💭

Then Joanna, our Princess and Diva NY, chimed in, "You go Dollie!!!! I miss CT Flight B crew! Great group of riders!!! Lots of experience there and discipline!!! I've learned a lot from these guys! You're in good hands and awesome company! 

"Hugs to all, especially Grumpy and Captain!!! 

"I'll work on planning next season and show up on one of the Sundays!" 😁
Dolly answered, "Princess I’ll Never be you. I don’t know about all the cold weather riding. But, with proper gear I’ll give it a try. It was a fun ride."

Joanna concluded, "Dollie, I was a Polar Bear Cub once too! The Captain had no faith in me. 😂😂😂 So finally I made the commitment and I was on a mission to prove him wrong! 😂😂😂I wanted that 100% Attendance pin more than anything in my life! I just didn't realize how small the pin actually was in size. 🙄🤔😂

"One of my proudest moments in life thou. 

"The Captain inspired me a lot and I'm grateful. 

"Dollie, get the heated gear, when you're comfortable, you can easily ride in any weather. Be safe sister and please give everyone hugs from me." 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗❤️
I put the exchange here for those of our blog readers who do not do social media.

It's just six short months until the 2019-20 season begins. We'll see who shows up.

Polar Bear Photographer Bernie Walsh was one of many receiving Perfect Attendance pins and certificates!

Video of our group -- minus two -- pulling into O'Connor's.

Thirsty Motorcycles

Connecticut Bears in Schaefferstown, from left, Mac, Pogy, Grumpy.

Polar Bear Motorcycle Blog, Polar Bear Grand Tour, ride to Franklin House Tavern, Schaefferstown, Pennsylvania, February 3, 2019.

Report by: Pogy
Photos by: Grumpy and Grand Tour Photographers Gary Rosen and Bernie Walsh (as indicated).

Today was a long one – 200 plus miles one way. Between being sick, pinched nerves and motorcycle accidents, there were only three of us today, Grumpy, Mac and myself. Grumpy and Mac left Stratford at 0715 picking me up at about 0740. Grumpy in the lead, Mac was tail gunner. The temp was 27 degrees with ground fog which created a sheen to the road surface. I was a little concerned but once on 95, we had no handling  issue. The fog stayed with us until we got over the TZ bridge.

The ride down to the Franklin was without and traffic to speak of except for one fender bender which slowed us down for about 10 minutes. Interesting that there was no visible snow on the ground on 287 – once we got on 78 it was like a winter wonderland. We arrived at 1040. They let us in and we were the first ones seated and the first to order. That being said, we still didn’t get our burgers until 1125.

After eating and signing in, we were back on the road a tad after high noon. The ride back was without traffic.

The highlight of the ride was by the time we stopped for gas at the top, we all had our low fuel lights burning. That is the first time for me in the many years that I have owned this bike that I saw the light. We rode approximately 230 miles without a fill-up!!!!!!!!!!! After whining to Grumpy he assured me that he had everything under control.

We left the top, no traffic over the TZ and into Connecticut.

Tks for leading Grumpy.

See you next week and ride safe

Pog

Polar Bear Grand Tour Photographer Bernie Walsh caught a great photo of the Pennsylvania winter countryside approaching this week's destination.

Four hundred miles round trip earned all of the Connecticut Bears riding this Sunday into Gold Rockers.

These three photos by Polar Bear Grand Tour Quartermaster and Photographer Gary Rosen.

Perhaps anticipating Pogy's report, Grumpy also sent these photos of his GPS.

Patches and Badges Ready

CT Polar Bears at The Exchange, from left: Scott, Fonz, Anonymous Ed, Captain, Mac, Grumpy.

Polar Bear Motorcycle Blog, Polar Bear Grand Tour, ride to The Exchange, Rockaway, NJ, January 27, 2019.

Report by: Chris & Grumpy
Photos by: Grumpy, Fonz and The Grand Tour

Note: 2 addendum on this post, look past the photos for info on Fonz's crash and Token2's South American Adventure.

When my daughter Annie became a Girl Scout she asked me what was the difference between Girl Scouts and Motorcycle Riders. Her answer, scouts wear green, bikers wear black, we both love earning our badges.

With our extraordinary distances coming from Connecticut, our bears typically earn patches and rockers faster than most of our New Jersey, Pennsylvania and Delaware brothers and sisters. Usually we are ready for our rockers before the Grand Tour has them in stock. It's become a running joke for Captain to ask each week, starting after about four or five rides when he's already qualified, when the patches will be arriving.

For this Sunday's ride to the Exchange, the patches and rockers arrived. As you can see by Captain and his s**t eating grin, he's already earned his red and gold rockers. I'm sure his 60-point pin can't be far behind.

Proudly displaying his red and gold rockers, our own Connecticut Polar Bear Captain Kammerer, standing behind Polar Bear Grand Tour Flight Leaders, Pat Bachota, Flight A, and Joan Roselli, Flight B. Captain's a Flight B. Photo by Grand Tour Photographer Gary Rosen.

I don't have an official report, so going only by photos I see Grumpy with his red rocker picked up this Sunday.

Grumpy picked up his red rocker.

The other remarkable item worth mentioning about this Sunday's ride was how it sandwiched between winter storms. The previous Sunday's ride to Eastampton Township, NJ was canceled for a big winter storm. Monday after the Exchange ride Connecticut was slammed with a polar vortex winter storm. And after temperatures at or below zero with daytime highs barely breaking the teens, this coming Sunday's ride looks to be a very comfortable 40 + degrees.

Unfortunately, I can't make this Sunday's long -- and major point generating -- ride. I was down last Sunday, and will be this one, with a really bad cold that settled into bronchitis. Hopefully the Sunday after this one . . . weather permitting, I'll be back on the bike.

Here's Grumpy report from the ride:

The ride Sunday was a quick trip. When I got to Dunkin donut Pogy was there is his car visiting. We left at 09: 32  Me in the lead with Capt. , Fonz, ED and Mac. We picked up Scott in Darian. We got to the Exchange about 11:03.  Had lunch, signed in and out by 13:05. Ride home was different  The Fons and ED left right after the group photo, so were down to four. Scott needed gas so we stoped and  he got gas as John, Mac and I waited.

I asked the guys about the Merrett for the ride home.

I see Scott finishing  so I pull up next to him, but he's not ready. The Captain pulled through then got on his way. Mac and I waited for Scott. So It was now three for the quick ride home, with no problems.

Hope you  feel better soon.

John B

Each week we record our attendance and roundtrip mileage to earn our badges, rockers and pins.

Grumpy setting up the weekly group photo.

Grand Tour photographer Bernie Walsh caught our guys arriving.

Polar Bear Gand Tour Chairman Bob Hartpence with Captain.

Fonz is happy to be here.

Yes, Captain, we know, we know.

Grand Tour volunteers.

Can Happen to the Best of Us

Fonz is a careful rider, longtime MSF and ConnREP rider coach and if this can happen to him it can happen to any of us. We wish him well and hope he feels better soon. Here's his report:

Hi everyone.  

I was riding West on Rt 53 and had the green light.  I was crossing the intersection of Rt 33 when a car traveling East decided to turn left in front of me.  I was able to do a controlled break, then had to make a decision.  I had a split second to either swerve right and have her hit my leg...swerve left into oncoming traffic or crash head on.  I chose head on.

My MC is probably totalled due to age and miles.  I'm very sore but in good spirits.  I'm taking some time ho heal and will hopefully see you all sooner than later.

Fonz

Token2 CT Polar Bear's Latest Report

Fellow CT Bear Token2 is living a lifelong dream with an adventure ride through South America. As of this week he has his bike and is motoring south. Here's the link to his blog if you wish to follow along: Going South on El Burro.