How do you “Long Distance” guys concentrate???

[Patriot]

WOW !!!
I didn’t anticipate so many astute and beneficial responses. Thanks to all of you…especially Odot; although dude, the 80’s are over and Red Bull is the new Cocaine.

I am installing Triple clamp Heli bars and I already have Throttlemeister cruise control. I have a sense that my time on the FJR will be “laid-back" time and I will be able to stop and smell the roses. I am planning a trip next summer to see my youngest son who is a student at the CIA (Culinary Institute of America) in Hyde Park, NY. The trip would be a week from Atlanta to NY, a week of cooking classes and great food and wine, and then a week to get home. Can't wait...... Does time on the FJR cause you to lose weight?

Any physical experience is a succession of practice, repetition, and confidence and that is what I will have due to your guidance.

Thank You again.

Brad

Consider joining us for SFO (Southern FJR Owners rally) in Eureka Springs April 30-May 2

SFO

 

[BwanaDik]

Do you LDR guys find that you mentally adapt to the long mileage as opposed to a trip around the block, so to speak?

For example, many years ago I used to drive ('85 Turbo Saab 900) from New Orleans to El Lay, pick up my friend, drive to Santa Barbara for the Starlight Rallye to Las Vegas, take him back home and then drive back to N.O. I found that after the initial 2-300 miles, when I saw a mileage sign, my attitude changed from "shit, 200 miles to go" to "only 200 miles, that's nothing! We're virtually there" My buddy and I also did major long range trips in my little pickup (Dodge D-50, 96,000 miles in 2.5 years). I thought nothing of driving the 45 miles across El Lay to see my girlfriend when I got home (yea, insert jokes here). Like a trip to the corner gas station. Same as now when we go to visit our son in Santa Fe, the first few hundred miles are drudgery but then the additional hundreds fly by. A change in mental perspective, as it were.

Or is every mile the same?

 

[sonicspeed]

ride naked and mastrubate

you will not get bored :blink:

 

[Harald]

ride naked and mastrubate

you will not get bored :blink:

Yea, but then your throttle position readout will look like Useless Pickles recent POST. Maybe that's his problem? :blink:

 

[oldryder]

I've done X-country successive 500+ mile days both solo and 2 up.

+1 on cruise control; you can pay for one with the savings you get avoiding ONE ticket for 10 over.

Music (MP3 or XM) is the biggest item I use to stay alert on boring stretches. It helps to have a water bottle handy so you can stay hydrated.

shifting position helps a lot as well; unfortunately the seat on the FJR limits your options considerably.

I normally run about 150 miles between stops, by that time I want to stretch.

 

[twistedcricket]

I do a line of coke every hundred miles.

I prefer a sixpack of diet coke.

I couldn't figure out how he got the coke into lines..then I thought, maybe he partially freezes it....

 

[Murph]

...I've never had a problem with focus on the bike because I know that if I *don't* focus I could get hurt very, *very* badly.

It's that knowledge that gives me my focus.

Yeah! What he said!

I've done many long 500+ mile days in the saddle. Truth is that I don't have a problem because, for me, the miles just pass and time flies when I'm on my bike. Yeah, Western Nebraska can get a bit tough but even so I've never had a problem focusing. Maybe it's because I'm usually riding to see something or to reach a destination by X time, but I guess I can sympathize for you but just can't identify.

 

[juniorfjr]

A lot of good advise here. Another gem is not to eat heavy. Snack more frequently and advoid the large meals (snooze city). Trail mix and diet coke (or pepsi) make for a good couple a hundred miles more.

 

[Rolavine]

I make political speeches that are so good they bring us all together, and even bad people reform themselves and start to do good, just by the power of my words, and then I get to run the guillotine on Investment Bankers and credit card company executives. And then I sing a bit and make wonderful acceptance speeches, really humble ones filled with common humanity, while accepting my Grammy award, and then I go to the coven, turn into a centaur and proceed to satisfy all hundred witches by lifting them and spinning them on my appendage. And by then I so dumbfounded and downright alienated by the endless prattle of my mind I open my heart like a giant funnel and let the sprit of place run through it like air through a ramrocket. And by then its time to pee, and that works as a sort of reset.

Monsters from the id, endless waves of ego, stomping on reality like godzilla through a cardboard Tokyo, no wonder I prefer to travel without me. Lucky the bike always knows the way home.

 

[bikerskier]

I make political speeches that are so good they bring us all together, and even bad people reform themselves and start to do good, just by the power of my words, and then I get to run the guillotine on Investment Bankers and credit card company executives. And then I sing a bit and make wonderful acceptance speeches, really humble ones filled with common humanity, while accepting my Grammy award, and then I go to the coven, turn into a centaur and proceed to satisfy all hundred witches by lifting them and spinning them on my appendage. And by then I so dumbfounded and downright alienated by the endless prattle of my mind I open my heart like a giant funnel and let the sprit of place run through it like air through a ramrocket. And by then its time to pee, and that works as a sort of reset.
Monsters from the id, endless waves of ego, stomping on reality like godzilla through a cardboard Tokyo, no wonder I prefer to travel without me. Lucky the bike always knows the way home.

Okee dokee... Have you lost your meds....? I know this must be quoted from some famous novel but, dayaam...

 

[maxman]

Coke is fine but the best pick me up I've found is having sex with one to three whores, every 69 miles or so.

 

[twistedcricket]

I make political speeches that are so good they bring us all together, and even bad people reform themselves and start to do good, just by the power of my words, and then I get to run the guillotine on Investment Bankers and credit card company executives. And then I sing a bit and make wonderful acceptance speeches, really humble ones filled with common humanity, while accepting my Grammy award, and then I go to the coven, turn into a centaur and proceed to satisfy all hundred witches by lifting them and spinning them on my appendage. And by then I so dumbfounded and downright alienated by the endless prattle of my mind I open my heart like a giant funnel and let the sprit of place run through it like air through a ramrocket. And by then its time to pee, and that works as a sort of reset.
Monsters from the id, endless waves of ego, stomping on reality like godzilla through a cardboard Tokyo, no wonder I prefer to travel without me. Lucky the bike always knows the way home.

I thought I was the only one....

You left out the all-night rave with the forest pixies that offer only the finest wines that have been stolen from the trolls...

 

[mjac]

Iron Butt Association's "Archive of Wisdom"

https://www.ironbutt.com/tech/aowprintout.cfm

Read # 9, shoot, read them all!

 

[ShinyPartsUp]

Iron Butt Association's "Archive of Wisdom"
https://www.ironbutt.com/tech/aowprintout.cfm

Read # 9, shoot, read them all!

They missed the one about whores every 69 miles...how smart can they be? :huh:

 

[BIODSL]

Do you LDR guys find that you mentally adapt to the long mileage as opposed to a trip around the block, so to speak?
For example, many years ago I used to drive ('85 Turbo Saab 900) from New Orleans to El Lay, pick up my friend, drive to Santa Barbara for the Starlight Rallye to Las Vegas, take him back home and then drive back to N.O. I found that after the initial 2-300 miles, when I saw a mileage sign, my attitude changed from "shit, 200 miles to go" to "only 200 miles, that's nothing! We're virtually there" My buddy and I also did major long range trips in my little pickup (Dodge D-50, 96,000 miles in 2.5 years). I thought nothing of driving the 45 miles across El Lay to see my girlfriend when I got home (yea, insert jokes here). Like a trip to the corner gas station. Same as now when we go to visit our son in Santa Fe, the first few hundred miles are drudgery but then the additional hundreds fly by. A change in mental perspective, as it were.

Or is every mile the same?

To this day some days are better than others and some miles easier than others. I'm definitely more in the "only 200 mile" camp, but some times it takes me a while to get in the zone. Once there, 200 or 300 miles just screams by. My mileage envelope has definitely expanded. LD riding changed my whole concept of motorcycle travel.

 

[HartClimbs]

I watch adult videos on a 7.5" monitor attached to the top of my windscreen.

Puts a new twist on a heads up display.

 

[zorkler]

Shit they told me whores every tank of gas those &^%$#@). Wait until i call them up .

 

[tcfjr]

I watch adult videos on a 7.5" monitor attached to the top of my windscreen.

Puts a new twist on a heads up display.

Damn, that's funny...

 

[Rolavine]

I make political speeches that are so good they bring us all together, and even bad people reform themselves and start to do good, just by the power of my words, and then I get to run the guillotine on Investment Bankers and credit card company executives. And then I sing a bit and make wonderful acceptance speeches, really humble ones filled with common humanity, while accepting my Grammy award, and then I go to the coven, turn into a centaur and proceed to satisfy all hundred witches by lifting them and spinning them on my appendage. And by then I so dumbfounded and downright alienated by the endless prattle of my mind I open my heart like a giant funnel and let the sprit of place run through it like air through a ramrocket. And by then its time to pee, and that works as a sort of reset.
Monsters from the id, endless waves of ego, stomping on reality like godzilla through a cardboard Tokyo, no wonder I prefer to travel without me. Lucky the bike always knows the way home.

Okee dokee... Have you lost your meds....? I know this must be quoted from some famous novel but, dayaam...

No its orginal except for the phrase 'Monsters from the ID' from the movie 'Forbidden Planet', I can't really write anything like a book because it all turns into porn and I'm too embarassed to show it to anyone.

 

[hotbike dave]

I do a line of coke every hundred miles.

I prefer a sixpack of diet coke.

I assume your choice is not "Caffeine Free"

CRANK! last longer works harder! still may wanna do a line every 100 miles (just in case)