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12th Annual Brown Water Run

Day 2 – 7/6/2013

What is an Axiom? An “axiom is a premise so evident as to be accepted as true without controversy”.

Keith “Axiom” Wallace is always the first Brown Water Runner up. By the time anyone else is awake, Keith is out by the motorcycles with a cigarette in one hand, and a cup of coffee in the other. It wouldn’t be fair to tell you that the third part of the Axiom is that he is always the last one ready to ride. It wouldn’t be fair because he couldn’t get ready to ride with his Ultra broke down.

Saturday was no exception. Keith was up first but he had to walk four blocks before he found a cup of coffee. When the other riders came out, there he was coffee and cigarette in hand.

Our planned route took us over SR-58 to Button Willow across the Central Valley, on to CA-178 to Lake Isabella. The next leg was to US 395 and north to Bishop. California was suffering from a heat wave. The area around Lake Isabella and north was listed on weather maps as “Extreme Heat”. We’ve ridden this route before and even at the best of times, it is a miserable ride.

We all agreed it would be dangerous, foolish, to follow the original plan. We decided to take CA-41 east. This allowed us to stay on the same highway until we reached CA-120 near Yosemite. CA-120 took us to Tioga Pass. Tioga Pass is one of the best rides in the state.

This did increase our ride from 340 miles to 362 and from seven hours to almost nine. It was worth it.

The first leg of the day was CA-1 to CA-41. Mike Foster checked his GPS and made this announcement for all to hear, “It’s 19 miles to 41.”

Once we were all fueled and ready, I lead the group to CA-1 and headed north. Imagine my surprise when less than a half mile later I saw a sign for CA-41. I quickly, much too quickly, crossed from the fast lane over and on to the off ramp. I jumped from the Ultra and began waving the riders off the highway. Once I had everyone off, including the Train Mobile, I returned to the front of the pack.

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The temperature in Morro Bay was chilly. Once we crossed the mountains and approached the Central Valley, it heated up. It was hot.

SR 41 at SR 33

Gassing up before crossing I-5 gave us an opportunity to shed our heavier clothing. It was now T-Shirt riding time.

Oakhurst

After lunch in Oakhurst, Keith’s Peace Officer Special Edition Ultra would not start. Up onto the Train Mobile trailer it went for the next three days. The electrical system decided it would rather ride a trailer than run the motorcycle.

Saturday on the 4th of July Weekend in Yosemite was hectic. Traffic was beyond heavy. A young man who apparently drove at excessive speed went off CA-120 and over the edge at a tight corner. He was lucky and ran up a tree. One of the two lanes was closed. Getting through the area once again split the group into several segments.

Tioga Pass is one of the most beautiful rides in the state. We made one brief stop at Tuolumne Meadows for water and gas. We were enjoying ourselves so much, we all neglected to take pictures. Going over the 10,000 foot pass it got a tad cool, but not enough for anyone to add layers. Tioga is always a great ride.

Once over the pass it was down to US-395 and south to Bishop. The pool at the Motel 6 was soon the scene of a gaggle of middle aged men in ugly shorts. A dip or two helped cool our overheated heads. A bucket of KFC Chicken made for the ultimate dinner and end to a great day.

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12th Annual Brown Water Run

Day 1 – 7/5/2013

Twelve years ago we began a motorcycle riding tradition, the Brown Water Run. That first year we had about seven or eight riders. This year we had twenty-four riders and one chase vehicle.

Ken Green came the furthest, Scottsdale, Arizona. I’d say it was a tie with Keith Wallace, but one has to ride a motorcycle to complete the BWR. Keith’s Ultra Classic broke down before the ride even began. Our chase car driver/mechanic, Lauren Camera, managed to get it running Friday morning. But Saturday, the 6th it gave up the ghost (twice). Keith finished the ride in the chase vehicle. Before the BWR, he spent something like $1,600 getting the electrical system repaired. Can you guess what failed? Yes, you’re right the electrical system.

Zacs

We began the 5th with seventeen of us having breakfast at Zac’s Restaurant in Dublin, California. About halfway through breakfast, a very attractive lady came into the restaurant. She looked about somewhat confused. After a moment or two she approached the group. “Are you all going on a motorcycle trip?”

A chorus of “yeses” echoed throughout the room.

To which the young lady responded, “Where’s Keith?”

Told that Keith had broken down, her shoulders drooped, she seemed to collapse within herself. She said, “I’m his daughter. He called me. He told me to be here.” She did not appear to be a happy camper.

Ultimately Keith arrived on his questionable steed.

At the appointed hour, seventeen motorcycles and the Train Mobile departed on the first leg of our adventure. The ride over the Santa Cruz Mountains and down State Route 1 to Carmel was picture perfect. I was leading when a strange thing occurred. Jim Kennemore passed me up and took over lead. My first thought, “Was I going too slow?” It soon became apparent that was not the case as Jim did not increase the speed, if anything he slowed somewhat. I was confused.

That evening when we were alone, I asked him, “Why did you pull in front of me on seventeen? You didn’t speed up.”

Much to my surprise his answer was, “To slow you down, you were going too fast.” That was a shocker. The last few times over this roadway, I was criticized for going much too slow.

At Carmel we picked up three more riders. Getting out of the gas station and back on the road was a fiasco. Instead of one cohesive group we had at least four clusters. We did not get back together until we reached Morro Bay.

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We stopped near San Simeon and visited the sea elephants. If you ever get the chance, stop and watch these behemoths.

One group of riders stopped to eat at a large tourist trap. I’m told it took upwards of an hour to get their meals.

We picked up another four riders in Morro Bay. These folks came up from Los Angeles.

I wish I had the room to list all the great people who joined us on this ride. I will point out a pair of wounded warriors, Paul Wallace and Byron Atwater. Less than a month ago Paul fell off of his bicycle. Yes, bicycle. He suffered a punctured lung and several broken ribs. When his daughters learned that he rode the BWR, they had a hissy fit. Dad Wallace was placed on probation by the girls and his grandson. For Shame!

Byron had a double hernia operation three weeks before the ride. However, he had permission to ride. His lovely wife, who always sends chocolate chip cookies, gave him permission to ride. She assigned their son-in-law, Brad Bell to keep a close eye on Byron. To make his ride a better experience, Byron purchased an Ultra Classic.

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The white Dodge truck is Lauren Camera’s Train Mobile. He has a real train whistle that he plays from time to time. Once in Burney Falls he sounded off and created pandemonium. There are no train tracks near this small mountain town. Everyone except us BW Runners stopped cold and looked in all directions for the train. Lauren has a habit of picking the perfect time and place to sound off. If the horn doesn’t get you, the authentic train bell mounted under the truck certainly will.

I’m leaning on Keith “Axiom” Wallace’s Ultra Classic. My touch gave it enough strength to run for a few more hours.

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Brown Water Run

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Most of you have not heard of the Brown Water Run (BWR). It began twelve years ago and has become a perennial favorite. No one has made all eleven rides. We had maybe six riders the first year. This year we have 24 confirmed and it is still 85 days away. The BWR is a bunch of guys having a good time on motorcycles.

Over the years, many strong friendships have developed amongst a group of people meeting for the first time on the BWR.

DAY 1 – Friday, July 5, 2013: We’ll meet at Zac’s, Dublin at nine. After a leisurely breakfast we mount up for a ride to Santa Cruz and then south on SR-1 to Morro Bay. For some it will be a 230 mile day, for others 350 or more. A group will be coming up from Arizona.

Day 2 – Saturday, July 6, 2013: We’ll have some great riding and some not so great. Leaving Morro Bay we ride to Atascadero and over the coastal range to Button Willow, a great ride. This stretch of SR-58 is a well-kept secret. Many think of 58 as a miserable, boring, waste of time ride. They haven’t ridden this stretch.

Across the central valley, we’ll pass Lake Isabella on the way to US-395. This part of the ride has mixed reviews. Once on US-395 we’ll go north to Bishop finishing off the day with about 350 miles.

Day 3 – Sunday, July 7, 2013: This will be a fun day as we cross the always spectacular Tioga Pass (El. 9943) and down into Yosemite Valley. The fun has just begun.

This is a TWO-PASS day. After leaving Yosemite we’ll head toward Sonora and Highway 49. A short ride brings us to SR-4 and then it’s up and over Ebbetts Pass (El. 8736). We’ll spend the night in Carson City, Nevada. We’ll cover 300 miles.

Day 4 – Monday, July 8, 2013: This will be a short day for some. The biggest decision will be where we have breakfast.

After our morning meal, folks will begin to split off. A few will stay the night at Lake Tahoe, some riding further into Nevada, others will start back to Arizona. Most will take a scenic ride back to Sacramento and the Bay Area.

I am turning the ride into a 2000 mile “Business” trip. As I fancy myself a writer, I’ll ride to Las Vegas where later in the week I will attend the Public Safety Writers Association’s Annual Conference. Maybe there will be a prize for one of the pieces I’ve entered into the PSWA 2013 Writing Competition. I’ll take a leisurely two day ride stopping to write each afternoon. I’m finishing up a Tale of Robbers and Cops, and working on a new novel about an Anti-Gang Unit in a large, fictional Arizona City.

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Once this is posted, Jim “JAK” Kennemore will be anxious to give you some historical facts. Let me head off at least a couple of rather embarrassing incidents. I have not completed as many Brown Waters as JAK. In 2003 and 2009 I left early. Below are pictures that tell the tale.

2003 Stop

To the left is a Forest Service Road we rode west from Merlin, Oregon. It was a terrible ride. The only bike that had trouble was a Honda. None of these riders were happy with me.

Accident Scene

Yes that is me a mere thirty minutes later lying alongside the road with six fractures. It was about an hour before the first emergency vehicle arrived. JAK was busy taking photographs

.Medevac

The medevac took me from near the Oregon Coast to Medford. I am claustrophobic and my nose was inches from the helicopter’s roof. It was no big thing; the EMT pumped me full of Morphine.

In 2009, I repeatedly suffered from a septic Gall Bladder. Over 90 days, I had six hospital stays until one of the visits resulted in emergency surgery. On the BWR I had an episode while at a BBQ in Minden, Nevada. Barry Chall tried to take me to a medical facility. That didn’t work so after a call to 9-1-1 I was in an ambulance. The following morning another ambulance took me to Hayward.

JAK will undoubtedly fill you in on other Crash Cramer exploits. I hold the dubious honor of being the only Brown Water Runner to be medically removed from a Run, not just once but twice.

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