Archive for June, 2018


Posted in Uncategorized on June 24, 2018 by Pat Regan

This new T120 is heavy on the electronics. The learning curve or general acceptance that the bike is programmed to place things at according levels is an adjustment that I have to make. The throttle and RPMs have been an issue for me. Initially, the bike seemed to be idling a bit too low. She konked out a few times while idling still, like at a red light. With the new bike, this is not an adjustment you can make on the fly. So after 500 plus miles, I took her in for her first pricy pampering. I gave the new Triumph Brooklyn a try for my first servicing. I bought the bike elsewhere.

I wrote about this place a few times before. I also mentioned the cool lifting floor. It’s the black platform that those bikes are on to the left in the photo above. Below is a shot of the floor lifting that I had posted before.

Now that it’s service time, I got to see it from below.

This baby is in the store as you enter.

I dropped my Bonnie off on Wednesday and picked her up on Friday. I asked for the idle to be adjusted along with the clock and whatever they do for that first maintenance. The electronics even let you know when it’s time for maintenance. I little wrench icon pops up on the display above the odometer. I was getting ready to head back home. The clock still wasn’t adjusted. I had asked if they could set it. I figured it was one of those electronic things that had to be hooked up to a computer program. Then the dude showed me that the clock is something Triumph still allows the rider to adjust manually. A few pushes of the buttons. Duh.

The bike was acting weird on the ride home. It wasn’t konking out at a red light, but the RPMs were erratic. When I engaged the clutch it would rev up to 2500 RPMs. So as I was downshifting to slow down, the bike was trying to speed up. Electronics! It was freaky. And if I gave a little twist of the throttle while the clutch was engaged it would continue to soar up after I let go. Not cool. I called the guys in Brooklyn. They said to bring it right back, but I already crossed the bridge just before Friday rush hour. There was no way I was turning back into that mess. I’ll go the next day.

The next day I hopped on the bike ready for an unnerving trip into Brooklyn. I was prepared for an up and down RPM roller coaster of a ride, but no. Everything was fine. It was humming at 1000RPMs while sitting at a light. And If I gave a little twist of the throttle, the revving would decrease with my touch as it should. I guess a restart fixed the glitch. Time will tell. So I rode around a bit downtown. I stopped by this fairly new piece by Matt Gondek.

I think I am going to adjust quickly to the new bike and all the electronic stuff, but sometimes I still miss my the old Bonnie.

Up the River

Posted in Uncategorized on June 17, 2018 by Pat Regan

I had a three day weekend so I packed up the new bike with my old gear and headed to Mills Norrie State Park near Rhinebeck, NY for a couple nights of camping. I titled the post “up the river” referring to the path I took. The actual term to be sent “up the river” came about as a reference to someone being sent to Sing Sing prison up the Hudson River from the New York City. The traffic leading to the George Washington Bridge out of the city was impossible so I took the Lincoln Tunnel and headed for the Palisades Pkwy. Getting out of the city can be so brutal sometimes it’s a wonder that I get out at all! I missed the entrance to the Pkwy and ended up down by the river. It was a good spot to check the gear. The old bag is being held at different points on the rear than when attached to the T100. The new waterproof Givi tank bag was a good fit too.

Knowing I would be getting to the campsite near dark, I grabbed some ribs at Barnstormer BBQ. Although I had a good hour to go, I wasn’t sure if there would be anything but gas station food once I got there. This BBQ joint is on Route 9W just north of Bear Mountain. It’s a good stop often frequented by bikers in the area. I also didn’t know what the fire pit situation would be like in the park. So, I wasn’t sure if I could even make a fire to cook. Rules vary.

As it turned out, there were no rules against fire and plenty of wood around. The campsite is just south of Rhinebeck NY. It’s at a campsite in Mills Norrie State Park. It’s located between the railroad tracks and the Hudson River. This is a time where living on the other side of the tracks is exactly where you want to be. Instead of the sounds of car traffic, emergency vehicles, and occasional urban mayhem, I hear crickets, frogs, and the gentle distant purr of a large tugboat pushing its burden. The deep constant hum slowly catches your ear then peaks like an idling 18 wheeler before gradually fading out into the distance. Then the aftermath sounds of an airplane cruises by. And finally, the distant sound of a screaming airhorn from a roaring engine is followed by the clicks of many cars a mile long. The train keeps rollin’ as I look up at the night sky.

Stars, satellites and lightning bugs. How I’ve missed packing the bike to maximum capacity, hitting the road, and going camping.

The morning was overcast. I was hoping the sun would break out early but from the looks of my satellite images, a large group of clouds was slowly drifting from the north.

A funny thing happened…Before I took off for the day. There was a bird whistling. It happened to be synced with my breathing. Every time I exhaled for a good 5 or so whistles I thought the sound was coming from my nose.

On my way out of the park, I saw this snapper.

It may have been a mama laying eggs. She didn’t flinch as I approached. It looked as though she had been digging with her hind legs. Anyway, I am guessing about laying eggs.

I headed north toward Hudson.


I wanted to see Olana.

Olana was the estate home of Frederic Church, one of the major players in the Hudson School of painting. Below is: Twilight in the Wilderness by Frederic Edwin Church.

I saw a special on TV recently about Olana. Church designed the place himself with multiple influences. It sits atop the mountain and overlooks the Hudson valley below.

The entire estate is beautiful. They only allow small groups to visit the interior of the home itself. I put myself on the waiting list before walking around the grounds.

Unfortunately, when I returned at the designated time. the tour was full.

I remember this type of plant from when I was a kid. I always dug the way it feels to the touch. It’s sort of like lush velvet.

So, if you plan on visiting Olana I highly recommend that you make reservations ahead of time. And if you are lucky the sun will be out because the details are colorful and plentiful.


After getting an early start, I was hungry and craving some coffee.

The only problem with motorcycle only parking is the oil spots. You might think you’ve sprung a leak, but chances are, it’s someone else’s oil on the ground.

In Hudson, NY there is an awesome motorcycle and coffee shop.

357 Warren St.  Hudson, New York 12534

Is it strange to see a waffle sign in a bike shop? Not in Hudson. BTW, the food was delicious.

I spoke to Ian who runs the place. He was super friendly and gave me a couple Google maps depicting some wicked local rides.

This Moto Guzzi was run over by a truck.

Along with your coffee and waffles, you can buy motorcycle supplies, apparel, or an entire motorcycle. I tried on the Gringo Helmet by Biltwell. I have their Bonanza helmet presently, but sometimes I think I should have a little something wrapping around my chin. It was a comfy helmet. Hope to get one soon.

I picked up a long sleeve shirt while I was there. It was a bit chilly this morning.

As I was leaving, this guy pulled up on a Confederate motorcycle. I saw these bikes at a bike show a few years back. They are crazy looking.

These bricks are the ruins of an old house on the Clermont estate. It was called Arryl House. It was phonetically named after the owner’s initials R.R.L. Robert. R. Livingston.

On part of the campus of Bard College is Montgomery Place.

Janet Livingston Montgomery purchased 242 acres in the late 1770s, shortly after the death of her husband, General Richard Mongomery who died in the Battle of Quebec during the Revolutionary War.

She had this Federal-style mansion built here.

The rear of the home overlooks this sloping hill that leads to the Hudson River.

The nursery.

The coach house.

From there I was off to my main reason for heading north. The Rhinebeck Meet 2018.

This event is held annually at the Dutchess County Fairgrounds in Rhinebeck, NY.

It’s a gigantic antique motorcycle show and swap meet.

The meet is filled with antique motorcycle parts vendors, motorcycles, and collectibles for sale.

There were old bikes everywhere. I was here on Friday.

It wasn’t very crowded. I was wondering if there would be more going on Saturday.

Being Father’s Day weekend, there is probably a lot of dad’s who can’t hang.

Every once in a while someone would zip by on a vintage machine

Here’s a real old Harley.

And a spruced up Knucklehead.

I could have had this ’66 Bonnie for the same price as my new T120.

These ROKON will climb over anything.

The 1939 Graham Paige Sharknose Coupe.

There was an older dude bugging out about this car as I was there. He told me there should be a chrome strip going from the hood all the way down the side of the car. He’s right. I looked it up. If you look a few ribs down from the hood ornament, you will see a gap. That gap should have a strip of chrome that travels back toward the rear.

He was telling me they only made them for 3 years before WWII.

Here is a picture with that chrome strip the guy was talking about. A bumper too.

The Zündapp is an old German bike.

Notice there is no chain on the sprocket below. I heard some guys saying that peddling was the way to kickstart the engine.

Here’s a 6 figure machine.

This one took quite a few kicks, but she turned over.

I saw this bike later in the day cruising some backroads.

These guys were deep in conversation discussing the part in the guy’s hand to the left.

This old Indian comes with a box of parts. For a mere $19,500, it’s yours.

This old Honda was more signs than bike.

Another ROKON.

This Indian Scout started up in two kicks.

After the swap meet, I rode around on some local roads.

I stopped by the Vanderbilt Mansion. Tours were closed for the day, but the grounds were still open.

This little groundhog started running right toward this fence when I approached. He totally clotheslined himself on the fence. It was pretty funny. His whole rear end went upside down and backward through that fence. He fixed himself as I approached to lend a hand.

This 65 room mansion is Staatsburgh. One of the great estates built during the Gilded Age.

I went to Hyde Park for some groceries before heading back to camp.

I bought some Chinese food, a bag of ice, and a bundle of firewood. As a family was passing me in the parking lot. The father said to his boy, “go ahead and ask him.” The kid wanted to know how I was going to get all my stuff to fit on my bike. To be honest I was wondering the same thing. I wasn’t sure if I had everything I needed in my tank back. Turns out, I did and was able to strap everything on safely.

Here’s a good look at the tank bag. I haven’t ridden with it in the rain, but it is supposed to be waterproof. Most tank bags have an external cover that has to be wrapped around the bag when it rains. So you have to stop and attach it. If the rain is sporadic it is a real pain in the butt. on and off, on and off. With this bag that will no longer be a problem. It unclips from the harness that wraps around the tank. The harness doesn’t exactly fit around the gas cap, but it is easy to adjust when filling up.

My first night camping was a Thursday. Now the weekend camping experience goes into full effect. When I took off this morning there was no one to my left or right. When I got back there was a young couple to my left. They were quietly seated in their chairs reading their respective books.

The big question was, who was showing up to my left? No one showed up for a while. A very large stand-up tent was set up and there was a tablecloth on the picnic table. So already I knew there was a woman in the group. That’s not a dig. Personally, I have never pulled out a tablecloth (except for the one I throw under my tent as a ground cover). However, I have always appreciated when the tablecloth is laid down on the table. 

Just after the sunset, an SUV pulled up and the sounds of women, children and a dog that sounded like a Mugwai from Gremlins began howling and squealing. One chick exploded as she exited the car. Fucks were screaming from the get go. I have no prob with fucks, but she was screaming fuck because she couldn’t find the fire starters! Then instead of talking to her friend still sitting in the SUV, she called her on the phone! No shit! She called her! They began to argue with the window open and her phone hooked up to the car stereo at full blast. The two hostile screaming chicks were amplified as they were inches apart. Wow!

Car Show

I headed south down Route 9 through Poughkeepsie when I noticed a car show sign on the campus of Marist College. Pure luck!

The show was in the grass along the Hudson.

This Mach I looks a lot like the one I had 30 years ago. Mine was a ’72, this is a “73.

Sitting in that car you would sink into the seats. That large front end seemed monstrous from behind the wheel.

This 1956 Ford Fairlane has had only one owner.

He had it restored to its original condition about 10 years ago.

What a beautiful machine.

1964 GTO: First year of production.

He’s just here for the HOV lane.

I took Route 9D for a little scenery, then hopped across the river into Newburgh. I flew down the Palisades again then back to the city. This time I did take the George Washington Bridge. I unpacked the bike and parked her. Triumph Brooklyn was having their grand opening party so I decided to take the ferry over there. Below is a new sculpture outside the new wing at NYU.

Parked in Williamsburg was this sweet Corvair.

Then the party. Triumph Brooklyn had a fully catered party. Open bar and food as well as a free raffle and giveaways. They even had a DJ and live music.

The floor lifted for the raffle announcement and other gifts were thrown about. I spoke to Jim, the owner and another guy who works there for a bit on my way out. Jim told me he just hired a genius in the service department. I’ll be taking Bonnie here for her future servicing needs.

Then I took the ferry back home. It was a great weekend.

On a separate note: This is the restaurant where Anthony Bourdain used to be the chef. It’s been closed for about a year and has sat unnoticed, until now. Take care, Mr. Bourdain.



Posted in Uncategorized on June 10, 2018 by Pat Regan

Today was the big day to take my new Bonnie on the open road. Time to get out of this clusterfuck of a city. Frank Ape was there on W29th Sreet to bid me farewell as he slam dunked some love.

Wow! It’s been a while. Taking a ride out of the city was liberating! As I rode north on the Palisades I was reflecting on the differences between this bike and my previous T100. My only rides previous to this were in the city. The city sucks. Riding in the city ain’t riding.

Something that came to mind was the footpegs. Now that I have a new bike I can feel confident. I realize how uncomfortable I was since that second footpeg snapped off going 75 in Utah. I feared putting my weight on the pegs after that. Every time I saw a bump coming or needed a swamp-ass adjustment, I was prepared for a snap! Always preparing myself to land safely on the seat was unnerving! There’s a lot of buckles in the road around here, so it was nice to lift my weight with confidence. The pegs are completely redesigned on the T120. I can stand tall again.

There were a couple minor adjustments I had to make in order to get comfortable in the beginning. The kickstand and the foot brake hug the bike a bit more than before. At first, the brake thing really bugged me. I really had a feel for my old bike and felt safe when crazy shit happened. I had that foot and hand brake thing down and had to use it often between potential road kill and taxi cabs lurching out in front of me. But as today rolled along, I became more comfortable with the placement. The kickstand is tight against the pipes. I continue to have to look down to get my toe on it.

But mostly, this bike is a dream. A 1200cc engine is a fun change. Especially when you are already doing high speeds and have to go faster to make a pass or something, This new Bonnie kicks ass! And it does it with a throaty sound. I like it!

The Motorcyclepedia Museum in Newburgh, NY is not to be missed! I have traveled all over the States and seen some great motorcycle museums. This one has been a mere 65 miles away and I had no idea.

Unbelievable! Motorcyclepedia! How is this name not mentioned consistently with Barber, Wheels through Time, and The National Motorcycle Museum in Iowa?

The Motorcyclepedia Museum In Newburg, NY is one of the best motorcycle museums I have been to.

This museum has a similar vibe to the National Motorcycle museum in Iowa. But this collection is even bigger. I was blown away!

The museum is made up of a few sections.

When you walk in, to your right is a variety of vintage bikes.

This is a pace motorcycle is for bicycle racing. The owners of this museum recently opened a bicycle museum in Newburgh as well. Here is an article on these unusual machines called pacing bikes or stayer machines.

You can see the bicycle behind this pacing motorcycle.

The size of this place was overwhelming.

Beyond this chopper is a tribute to Indian Larry.

This is Larry’s first Knucklehead.

It’s totally chromed out!

They had 4 Larry bikes and a video loop of people paying tribute to him.

It’s a very tasteful memorial.

Captain America leads you into a collection of choppers.

There are old posters, magazine and album covers, porcelain and neon signs saturated throughout the collection.


This one’s a Triumph.

Many shovels.

This engine is partially cut out. Pretty cool. Check it out.

KISS rocks the choppers!

Then there is a nice Big Daddy Roth collection.

Some Rat Fink merchandise.

I have a Rat Fink figurine signed by Big Daddy Roth himself!

His designs were outrageous!

The next room houses an assortment of vintage bikes.

This BSA was sweet. It has numerous logos of British Small Arms on the side of the bike.

Bob’s Knuckle.

Tail Wind Knuckle.

Some hill climbers.

The other half of the upper floor houses the Indian collection.

This entire half of the building is dedicated to Indians.

There is nothing like it.

My Great Grandma was a Koehler. Not sure of the spelling though.

Check out this smooth Indian scooter.

I remember seeing the guys from American Pickers finding a rusty one of these uni-wheels.

My thoughts on this ride:

If any backseat driving comes from the front seat, aggressively apply the brakes.

Long skirts slowly progressed to a higher level over time.

I laughed aloud a few times just because this place is mind-boggling.

Indians everwhere!

This Indian had big skis on it’s sides.

Then there’s a simple looking staircase with a sign that says there is more downstairs. Ahhhh! There is so much more downstairs!

Upon entering this motorcycle history abyss I was greeted by this old Cleveland.

Vincent’s knuckles are bigger than Harley’s.

There were beautiful bikes spanning more than a century.

This Triumph honors Steve McQueen’s bike from the Great Escape.

This 3-wheeler is the oldest running motorcycle in America! An 1897 De Dion Bouton Tricycle.

There were tiers of Harleys along the wall. In front is a radical snow machine.

These Hogs were lit up. Super pimped out!

Mannequins are generally freaky in dioramas and displays. This one represents a woman who poured cement into her boots and jumped her bike into a river as a stunt. She sunk and died. Many think that was her intention.

A large opening brings you into a huge exhibition space.

There are two Wall of Deaths in this giant space. And on the wall are some of the bikes that rode those vertical walls.

It’s an amazing museum. A must see visit for anyone with an interest in motorcycles!

Some props outside made for a good photo of the new bike.

Also in Newburgh is one of George Wahington’s Headquarters during the Revolutionary War. I had been here before but it was always closed. This time the gates were open,

Unfortunately, I missed the last tour of the day by 10 minutes.

I was able to look at two rooms with some artifacts. These are parts of the Chain and Boom. They would be linked together across the Hudson River to prevent British warships from traveling upriver.

Along the Hudson.

From the river, I headed to the top of Bear Mountain. The city’s skyline was visible along the horizon just to the left of my headlight. I spoke to a fellow Bonnie rider up there for a bit. A lot of bikers ride to this spot on a nice day.

The sound of the bike roared as I twisted the throttle and downshifted along the side roads off Seven Lakes Road. I like this sound coming from my bike. It has a nice purr when cruising along, but when you want to move, this bike lets people know you mean business.

I realize there is a lot more to say about the T120. All in good time. This most important thing I can say with conviction right now is, I’m gonna like this bike.

We’re Back!

Posted in Uncategorized on June 7, 2018 by Pat Regan

Hello! It has been a while!

Reason being…I had to say goodbye to my 2009 T100.

After over 82,000 intense joy filled miles through 48 states, this green beauty retired.

I traded her in for the new 2018 Triumph Bonneville T120! I would have loved to keep her. If I had a house with a place to put her, I would have kept her. But for now, I am a city guy. Living in NYC makes having two bikes impossible. I tried finding a cheap storage space outside the city where I could keep her, but it just wasn’t practical. I’m going to miss that bike.

In retrospect, this blog is a massive tribute to the great adventures my T100 provided. It is phenomenal how reliable that bike was for a solo rider throughout the United States. It will be fun to reflect and look back on the many journeys for years to come.

Now, a new chapter begins! I am looking forward to many more fantastic rides!

Today I had to go way out in Queens to a meeting for work. So I took my new Bonnie out for her virgin ride since returning from my original pick up. While out there, I returned to the place where I bought the bike. The reason I returned is that my inspection sticker flew off on my way home from picking her up. I went back to get a new sticker. Otherwise, I don’t feel any need to return there. My experience wasn’t that great. I’ll explain later.

After my work meeting, I rode to Welling Court in Queens. I have been here before but today is a little different. And below is the brand new 2018 Triumph Bonneville T120.

Presently artists are out there putting up their new murals for the 2018 celebration this coming weekend. This Saturday, June 9, 2018, from 12pm-8pm will be the Welling Court Mural Project, full of art, music, food, and community.

Below Sinned puts up a new piece.

Every time I have visited this place previously there was some type of obstruction in front of this wall. It was nice to see it in its entirety.

I am not sure who these guys are, but I like the work.

I spoke with Joel Artista who is doing a mural with two other artists down the block. Here he is with his funky fish car.

These guys were putting up a wicked piece with a Yankees theme down the street from last years RWK mural. Chris RWK and his crew haven’t updated their wall yet.

After seeing Welling Court it was time to pay a visit to the all-new Triumph Brooklyn!

I would have been happy to buy my bike from these guys, but I wasn’t sure when they were going to open, (they opened on May 22). I mentioned that I had tried to contact them and was miffed that no one had returned my inquiries in a regrettable somewhat snooty Facebook post I left on their site. I was sick with a wicked cold and fed up with the Gold Coast shop where I had just gotten my bike. So I made a comment. The guy from Triumph Brooklyn responded with kindness and mentioned that we had a mutual friend. I ate some humble pie and started an online conversation with Jim who owns the new shop in Brooklyn. I apologized for my pissy post and then deleted it.

Today I would go to the shop and meet Jim face to face. He couldn’t have been nicer. We had a laugh about the Facebook bullshit and a good spirited meeting. And the shop is a beauty! I entered through the large garage door opening and looked around a bit. As I was checking out some of the bikes, one of the guys in the shop asked me to step back. I had to step back because the bikes I was checking out were actually on a platform that served as the roof of an elevator!

The entire floor began rising up with 5 bikes atop exposing the service area below. When I was researching this place I looked at the facade on Google maps. I was curious where they worked on the bikes. Space is limited in this city and they managed to find a genius way of getting the bikes down below for servicing. Jim introduced me to his service guy Anthony. My new bike was idling a little low. It had stalled out a couple times. I know I have to take the bike out and really open her up and break her in. But Anthony said he would be happy to hook her up to diagnostics and make adjustments to the idle if I want to stop by tomorrow.

I have to admit I am sceptical of many bike shops. I have delt with some shady places. I am no mechanic and with the new Bonnie so dependent on electronics, I am going to need help with maintenance more than ever. I left Triumph Brooklyn feeling good. This shop looks like a class act for sure. I will confidently be taking my bike there for my future servicing needs.

Triumph Brooklyn will be having their Grand Opening Party on Saturday, June 16, 2018. The location is 105 Metropolitan Avenue in the Williamsburg section of Brooklyn just a couple blocks from the East River. Check it out!

As for a review of the new T120, I will save it for another day. I really do want to take her for a long ride where I can and really twist that throttle and push her limits. Welcome to a new era!

As for the old era…my T100 will be missed. But all I have to do is come to this site and relive the many magic moments.