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I never used anything like this before so my question is do I really just put them on over the seat?  I assumed I should remove the seat, "throw them on", then latch the seat back on, but that doesn't really work so well and it would leave the right bag almost resting on the muffler.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1o2Iahkp...drive_link

Thanks a bunch for any insight.

Jamie]]>
I never used anything like this before so my question is do I really just put them on over the seat?  I assumed I should remove the seat, "throw them on", then latch the seat back on, but that doesn't really work so well and it would leave the right bag almost resting on the muffler.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1o2Iahkp...drive_link

Thanks a bunch for any insight.

Jamie]]> https://cb1100forum.net/forum/showthread.php?tid=14818 Wed, 01 Jul 2026 14:54:31 +0000 peterbaron]]> https://cb1100forum.net/forum/showthread.php?tid=14818 (06-30-2026, 07:49 PM)Lunchbag Wrote: I was just settling in for another frustrating evening of troubleshooting a boat problem ...
What is the problem...?

....besides that, my time to visit the cemetery has not come yet... and many more miles are ahead of me... ]]> (06-30-2026, 07:49 PM)Lunchbag Wrote: I was just settling in for another frustrating evening of troubleshooting a boat problem ...
What is the problem...?

....besides that, my time to visit the cemetery has not come yet... and many more miles are ahead of me... ]]> https://cb1100forum.net/forum/showthread.php?tid=14814 Mon, 29 Jun 2026 15:18:42 +0000 Gone in 60]]> https://cb1100forum.net/forum/showthread.php?tid=14814
It was a long day in the saddle on Friday. 350 miles to be almost exact on the Blood Bike, and I was getting tired. As I got closer to home, I started to see the telltale signs... A tragic hipster on the side of the freeway frantically trying to kick-start a dead chopper with a Mexican blanket seat and overdone patina on the tank. Groups of black leather-vested riders on the other side of the freeway, looking back, waiting for their slower riding buddies to catch up. As I got a few miles from home and just wanted to gas up the Beemer, park and kick my boots off, I came up behind a few slower riding newly-hatched Harlistas, still sporting paper temporary tags on the backs of their bikes, nervously navigating The 5 during rush hour. I don't have time for Amateur Hour... I hit my strobes and they half-panic thinking I'm a cop and move over for me to pass. 

Stopping at my usual 7-11 gas station and convenience store on Chapman Ave, I pull up to the only pump that isn't surrounded by a bunch of Harleys. I get a glance from these guys as I dismount and pull out my credit card, but they don't know what to make of a bright yellow BMW that clearly isn't part of their world, and they do not engage. I fill up, slide down a dead-end side street, go around a barricade and into my condo complex. Taking off my helmet in the garage, I can hear a chorus of loud V-twin pipes thundering in the distance. 

It's Born Free Weekend! I live off of Chapman, which heads East a few miles from my place into Santiago Canyon, the destination "twisty" canyon road in Orange County. It's not that twisty, but does offer sweeping turns through a somewhat hilly canyon, and at the other end is Cooks Corner, the O.C. equivalent of Malibu's The Rock Store. In the middle of the canyon is a vast event space in a somewhat wooded area, used year-long for company retreats, boy scout jamborees and all manner of things. This weekend it hosts Born Free, a biker festival second to none. Thousands of bikers decend into the area to commune, show off their bikes, stroll row after row of vendors ranging from mom-and-pop t-shirt shops selling gear with logos your Mom would not approve of, to major companies like Motul and Bell. 

The canyon road becomes an endless stream of screaming freedom, with bikes hurtling in both directions in and out of the canyon. O.C. Sheriff and CHP bikes, stationed in the turn-outs along the road are tag-teaming each other as they pull out to nab unsafe riders. Bikers tap the tops of their helmets in warning as they pass each other. 

Born Free is my annual guilty pleasure, combined with a long hike. It's 98.7 percent Harley, but I love to people-watch, and Harley or otherwise, communing with other motorcycle lovers is always a good time. However, it's the last place I want to be riding one of my motorcycles. Plus, the vast parking area for the show is a huge dirt field. You all know how I feel about dirty bikes, and at the end of the day the constant dust cloud raised by bikes and bro-dozers coming and going does its damage.

So, I hike in. At the end of the day, coming and going, it's a little over 20 miles, including the steps to mill around and check the show out. I have to admit I love it. Much of it is one Harley after another, and if they're not of the spectacular variety they sort of blend together. There are other makes, and some of them are stunning. Here are a few. The one notable Honda was a custom CBX, with a candy grey tank sporting a Honda car logo on the tank - the newer lower-case script, which I've only seen on the Prologue electric car, an interesting choice.

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It was a long day in the saddle on Friday. 350 miles to be almost exact on the Blood Bike, and I was getting tired. As I got closer to home, I started to see the telltale signs... A tragic hipster on the side of the freeway frantically trying to kick-start a dead chopper with a Mexican blanket seat and overdone patina on the tank. Groups of black leather-vested riders on the other side of the freeway, looking back, waiting for their slower riding buddies to catch up. As I got a few miles from home and just wanted to gas up the Beemer, park and kick my boots off, I came up behind a few slower riding newly-hatched Harlistas, still sporting paper temporary tags on the backs of their bikes, nervously navigating The 5 during rush hour. I don't have time for Amateur Hour... I hit my strobes and they half-panic thinking I'm a cop and move over for me to pass. 

Stopping at my usual 7-11 gas station and convenience store on Chapman Ave, I pull up to the only pump that isn't surrounded by a bunch of Harleys. I get a glance from these guys as I dismount and pull out my credit card, but they don't know what to make of a bright yellow BMW that clearly isn't part of their world, and they do not engage. I fill up, slide down a dead-end side street, go around a barricade and into my condo complex. Taking off my helmet in the garage, I can hear a chorus of loud V-twin pipes thundering in the distance. 

It's Born Free Weekend! I live off of Chapman, which heads East a few miles from my place into Santiago Canyon, the destination "twisty" canyon road in Orange County. It's not that twisty, but does offer sweeping turns through a somewhat hilly canyon, and at the other end is Cooks Corner, the O.C. equivalent of Malibu's The Rock Store. In the middle of the canyon is a vast event space in a somewhat wooded area, used year-long for company retreats, boy scout jamborees and all manner of things. This weekend it hosts Born Free, a biker festival second to none. Thousands of bikers decend into the area to commune, show off their bikes, stroll row after row of vendors ranging from mom-and-pop t-shirt shops selling gear with logos your Mom would not approve of, to major companies like Motul and Bell. 

The canyon road becomes an endless stream of screaming freedom, with bikes hurtling in both directions in and out of the canyon. O.C. Sheriff and CHP bikes, stationed in the turn-outs along the road are tag-teaming each other as they pull out to nab unsafe riders. Bikers tap the tops of their helmets in warning as they pass each other. 

Born Free is my annual guilty pleasure, combined with a long hike. It's 98.7 percent Harley, but I love to people-watch, and Harley or otherwise, communing with other motorcycle lovers is always a good time. However, it's the last place I want to be riding one of my motorcycles. Plus, the vast parking area for the show is a huge dirt field. You all know how I feel about dirty bikes, and at the end of the day the constant dust cloud raised by bikes and bro-dozers coming and going does its damage.

So, I hike in. At the end of the day, coming and going, it's a little over 20 miles, including the steps to mill around and check the show out. I have to admit I love it. Much of it is one Harley after another, and if they're not of the spectacular variety they sort of blend together. There are other makes, and some of them are stunning. Here are a few. The one notable Honda was a custom CBX, with a candy grey tank sporting a Honda car logo on the tank - the newer lower-case script, which I've only seen on the Prologue electric car, an interesting choice.

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To set the stage, I am on the 91 freeway from Orange County to Riverside, a common back-and-forth for my delivery runs. It's a very wide main artery, and in both directions, there are two segregated toll lanes, separated from main traffic by tightly spaced plastic poles. Periodically along the toll route, there are cameras to snap your transponder or your plate for tolling. There is a separate "3+" lane at the tolling spots, and if you are on a motorcycle or have 3 or more people in a car, you drift all the way to the left to go through this camera lane, and are not charged.
You do not slow down as you go under the tolling cameras, and just maintain your speed.  

The toll lanes run at maximum speed regardless of main freeway speed, and due to the rather high tolls are open at all times. Traffic in the toll lanes can run at 80-85, but are delicious speed traps and there are plenty of hidden "launch pads" for sitting CHP cars and bikes with speed guns. 

I roll down these lanes with the cruise control on the Blood Bike typically set at 79 mph, fast enough to not hold up traffic, but not too fast to attract CHP.

So... yesterday, riding along the toll lanes, not a lot of other cars using it, cruise at 79. I pass a Tacoma, going about 75 or so. A few minutes later, I pass a Corolla, also going about 75. We're all just cruising along, minding our own business. Here's where the social experiment starts. 

I am coming up to a toll station, so I move to the left to go under the special 3+ toll camera. As I'm drifting back over to the right lane after the camera, still going 79, I'm nearly clipped by a Lucid Air going about 110 mph. He's matching the speed of a Range Rover going at the same 110 or so, who just went through the 3+ lane, and the Lucid is trying to block the Rover from moving back to the right as the 3+ lane is ending. They are both obviously angry with each other for whatever reason. 

I'm upset with both of them of course, especially the Lucid driver who came up behind me so fast that he wasn't even in my mirror as I was moving back to the right. I maintain my 79 mph as they both disappear ahead of me, both going over 100, side-by-side. As I'm thinking to myself "Go kill yourselves, idiots", both the Tacoma and Corolla, that I had passed minutes before, both pass me, going about 85. So, the two speeding angry cars had to pass both of these other vehicles. Did they cut off these cars and make them angry enough that they want to catch up to the Lucid and Rover? Did the general anger expressed by those two cars transfer to some degree to the drivers of the Tacoma and Corolla and just mentally make them want to speed up? 

As I mulled it over in my mind, a few minutes later, I came up on an even weirder scene. An old cargo van going about 60 in the left of the two toll lanes. The Lucid has now moved into the right lane and matched the slow speed of the van, so that the Rover can't pass. The Rover is weaving back and forth, furious at the Lucid for blocking his progress. The Tacoma and Corolla are tailgating everyone, also appearing to angrily weave about. I'm holding back, just watching it all unfold. 

So, two angry, speeding drivers are now making everyone around them angry. The van driver is either confused or is also getting angry with everyone, and slows to about 45, with the Lucid matching that speed, effectively slowing everyone down. I'm behind everyone just musing over the whole thing. But, after a few miles of this, I decided I'd had enough, and had to be on the other side of L.A. in short order. I passed everyone up the middle and left them all to whatever it was they wanted to do to each other.]]>
To set the stage, I am on the 91 freeway from Orange County to Riverside, a common back-and-forth for my delivery runs. It's a very wide main artery, and in both directions, there are two segregated toll lanes, separated from main traffic by tightly spaced plastic poles. Periodically along the toll route, there are cameras to snap your transponder or your plate for tolling. There is a separate "3+" lane at the tolling spots, and if you are on a motorcycle or have 3 or more people in a car, you drift all the way to the left to go through this camera lane, and are not charged.
You do not slow down as you go under the tolling cameras, and just maintain your speed.  

The toll lanes run at maximum speed regardless of main freeway speed, and due to the rather high tolls are open at all times. Traffic in the toll lanes can run at 80-85, but are delicious speed traps and there are plenty of hidden "launch pads" for sitting CHP cars and bikes with speed guns. 

I roll down these lanes with the cruise control on the Blood Bike typically set at 79 mph, fast enough to not hold up traffic, but not too fast to attract CHP.

So... yesterday, riding along the toll lanes, not a lot of other cars using it, cruise at 79. I pass a Tacoma, going about 75 or so. A few minutes later, I pass a Corolla, also going about 75. We're all just cruising along, minding our own business. Here's where the social experiment starts. 

I am coming up to a toll station, so I move to the left to go under the special 3+ toll camera. As I'm drifting back over to the right lane after the camera, still going 79, I'm nearly clipped by a Lucid Air going about 110 mph. He's matching the speed of a Range Rover going at the same 110 or so, who just went through the 3+ lane, and the Lucid is trying to block the Rover from moving back to the right as the 3+ lane is ending. They are both obviously angry with each other for whatever reason. 

I'm upset with both of them of course, especially the Lucid driver who came up behind me so fast that he wasn't even in my mirror as I was moving back to the right. I maintain my 79 mph as they both disappear ahead of me, both going over 100, side-by-side. As I'm thinking to myself "Go kill yourselves, idiots", both the Tacoma and Corolla, that I had passed minutes before, both pass me, going about 85. So, the two speeding angry cars had to pass both of these other vehicles. Did they cut off these cars and make them angry enough that they want to catch up to the Lucid and Rover? Did the general anger expressed by those two cars transfer to some degree to the drivers of the Tacoma and Corolla and just mentally make them want to speed up? 

As I mulled it over in my mind, a few minutes later, I came up on an even weirder scene. An old cargo van going about 60 in the left of the two toll lanes. The Lucid has now moved into the right lane and matched the slow speed of the van, so that the Rover can't pass. The Rover is weaving back and forth, furious at the Lucid for blocking his progress. The Tacoma and Corolla are tailgating everyone, also appearing to angrily weave about. I'm holding back, just watching it all unfold. 

So, two angry, speeding drivers are now making everyone around them angry. The van driver is either confused or is also getting angry with everyone, and slows to about 45, with the Lucid matching that speed, effectively slowing everyone down. I'm behind everyone just musing over the whole thing. But, after a few miles of this, I decided I'd had enough, and had to be on the other side of L.A. in short order. I passed everyone up the middle and left them all to whatever it was they wanted to do to each other.]]> https://cb1100forum.net/forum/showthread.php?tid=14730 Sat, 04 Apr 2026 00:16:04 +0000 Gone in 60]]> https://cb1100forum.net/forum/showthread.php?tid=14730
Since I'm really tight on shelf and floor space in the garage, I looked up. I installed two rubber-coated rake/broom brackets on a beam that runs across the ceiling in my garage, and hung the cases, so they're out of the way when not needed, but I can grab them with a step stool when I want to use them. The rubber-coated arms of the bracket reach into the hand-hold for each case.

Might give some inspiration for anyone who needs a place to store their motorcycle luggage when it's not needed.

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Since I'm really tight on shelf and floor space in the garage, I looked up. I installed two rubber-coated rake/broom brackets on a beam that runs across the ceiling in my garage, and hung the cases, so they're out of the way when not needed, but I can grab them with a step stool when I want to use them. The rubber-coated arms of the bracket reach into the hand-hold for each case.

Might give some inspiration for anyone who needs a place to store their motorcycle luggage when it's not needed.

  2b535624-40c6-4ec3-b8d0-ff62fef93bc4.jpg (Size: 73.4 KB / Downloads: 49) ]]> https://cb1100forum.net/forum/showthread.php?tid=14727 Wed, 01 Apr 2026 17:22:16 +0000 Gone in 60]]> https://cb1100forum.net/forum/showthread.php?tid=14727 I'm sure most of you have heard of it, but if not, it's a wonderful fund raiser for prostate cancer and men's health awareness and research. 

I've participated with my CB1100 in the Orange County, CA ride for three years, '22, '24 and '25, taking my other bikes on other years. Last year was the first time I have seen another CB1100 on the ride - surprising that in a sea of hundreds of other modern classics, I've only seen one other. 

This year, I'm going to try the L.A. ride to change things up a bit. I was thinking of taking the BMW blood bike and wearing a neon-yellow suit, but while striking to say the least, that bike doesn't really give the vintage or dapper vibe. 

Anyone else participating this year? 

Here's a shameless plug to my donation page if anyone's feeling particularly generous. No pressure, though:
https://gentlemansride.com/fundraiser/gonein60

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  IMG_0105.jpg (Size: 140.59 KB / Downloads: 138) ]]> I'm sure most of you have heard of it, but if not, it's a wonderful fund raiser for prostate cancer and men's health awareness and research. 

I've participated with my CB1100 in the Orange County, CA ride for three years, '22, '24 and '25, taking my other bikes on other years. Last year was the first time I have seen another CB1100 on the ride - surprising that in a sea of hundreds of other modern classics, I've only seen one other. 

This year, I'm going to try the L.A. ride to change things up a bit. I was thinking of taking the BMW blood bike and wearing a neon-yellow suit, but while striking to say the least, that bike doesn't really give the vintage or dapper vibe. 

Anyone else participating this year? 

Here's a shameless plug to my donation page if anyone's feeling particularly generous. No pressure, though:
https://gentlemansride.com/fundraiser/gonein60

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I’ve shared a bit that my job isn’t the most satisfying thing I’ve ever done. In fact it’s been very trying. I’ve been in the automotive performance and racing market for 30 years as of 2026. After a race event company I called home for 20 years shut down at the end of ‘24, I’ve been at a job that started out ok but has morphed into something I simply do not like. A month ago when my pay was cut substantially, I decided it was time to move.

Mrs. G has watched my transformation into someone who’s become downright unpleasant to be around. She has told me that at this point in my life, I need to do something I just love despite the salary. And I love motorcycles so it has to be a motorcycle related job.

I revved up my resume, updated my LinkedIn, etc, and reached out to my limited contacts in the motorcycle community. A few times a day, I type “motorcycle” in the search bars on every job hunting app there is.

I got one hit a month ago for a company that does time-critical medical deliveries by motorcycle. Sounded kind of cool. I got a reply that they wanted to do a video interview. Huh.

It went really well. The owner explained that he ran a very successful air charter business, loved motorcycles and wanted to combine motorcycles and deliveries in a unique market that wasn’t being serviced. Critical medical deliveries like blood need to be delivered around the traffic-choked Southern California area frequently but cars sit in traffic, an unless it’s Brad Pitt or the Pope, a helicopter is too expensive.

Why not motorcycles? And done in a way that is bonded and secured meeting all medical requirements. It sounded fascinating. I was drawn to the guy’s vision instantly. Not once was I asked about my resume or why I wanted to leave my job. The question was simply “Tell me why you love motorcycles.”

It is a startup in planning phase but we’ll contact you when we’re ready to launch. Ok. Sounds cool, good luck, probably never hear from them again.

On Thursday his name popped up on my phone. We just did our soft launch and it’s ramping up very quickly. Are you still on board? Holy crap. 

I’m submitting my resignation tomorrow morning. Two weeks from now I will be piloting a 2016 former Santa Monica Police BMW RTP painted up like a European emergency response bike in day-glow yellow with the word BLOOD on the windshield. I’m about to do hours of HIPAA and OSHA medical material handling and chain of custody training.

I’ll be the first full time staff rider.
The plan is that as the company grows we’ll take on more bikes and riders and I’ll vet and train the riders and manage the fleet. 

Or it will crash and burn, I’ll have a cool story to tell, and I’ll be looking for a job. But there is no way on earth I’m  going to let the opportunity slip by.

MOTO-Med.com]]>
I’ve shared a bit that my job isn’t the most satisfying thing I’ve ever done. In fact it’s been very trying. I’ve been in the automotive performance and racing market for 30 years as of 2026. After a race event company I called home for 20 years shut down at the end of ‘24, I’ve been at a job that started out ok but has morphed into something I simply do not like. A month ago when my pay was cut substantially, I decided it was time to move.

Mrs. G has watched my transformation into someone who’s become downright unpleasant to be around. She has told me that at this point in my life, I need to do something I just love despite the salary. And I love motorcycles so it has to be a motorcycle related job.

I revved up my resume, updated my LinkedIn, etc, and reached out to my limited contacts in the motorcycle community. A few times a day, I type “motorcycle” in the search bars on every job hunting app there is.

I got one hit a month ago for a company that does time-critical medical deliveries by motorcycle. Sounded kind of cool. I got a reply that they wanted to do a video interview. Huh.

It went really well. The owner explained that he ran a very successful air charter business, loved motorcycles and wanted to combine motorcycles and deliveries in a unique market that wasn’t being serviced. Critical medical deliveries like blood need to be delivered around the traffic-choked Southern California area frequently but cars sit in traffic, an unless it’s Brad Pitt or the Pope, a helicopter is too expensive.

Why not motorcycles? And done in a way that is bonded and secured meeting all medical requirements. It sounded fascinating. I was drawn to the guy’s vision instantly. Not once was I asked about my resume or why I wanted to leave my job. The question was simply “Tell me why you love motorcycles.”

It is a startup in planning phase but we’ll contact you when we’re ready to launch. Ok. Sounds cool, good luck, probably never hear from them again.

On Thursday his name popped up on my phone. We just did our soft launch and it’s ramping up very quickly. Are you still on board? Holy crap. 

I’m submitting my resignation tomorrow morning. Two weeks from now I will be piloting a 2016 former Santa Monica Police BMW RTP painted up like a European emergency response bike in day-glow yellow with the word BLOOD on the windshield. I’m about to do hours of HIPAA and OSHA medical material handling and chain of custody training.

I’ll be the first full time staff rider.
The plan is that as the company grows we’ll take on more bikes and riders and I’ll vet and train the riders and manage the fleet. 

Or it will crash and burn, I’ll have a cool story to tell, and I’ll be looking for a job. But there is no way on earth I’m  going to let the opportunity slip by.

MOTO-Med.com]]> https://cb1100forum.net/forum/showthread.php?tid=14629 Mon, 22 Dec 2025 23:55:27 +0000 Cormanus]]> https://cb1100forum.net/forum/showthread.php?tid=14629 Honda Global website this morning.

In the menu "Business & Innovation" click on "Motorcycles". At the bottom of that page there's a link to "After Sales". Then, amongst all sorts of links on that page, again at the bottom, there's a link to "Motopub" where you can find a limited number of manuals in various countries. More work on the site is clearly needed, but you never know, you may find something useful there.]]> Honda Global website this morning.

In the menu "Business & Innovation" click on "Motorcycles". At the bottom of that page there's a link to "After Sales". Then, amongst all sorts of links on that page, again at the bottom, there's a link to "Motopub" where you can find a limited number of manuals in various countries. More work on the site is clearly needed, but you never know, you may find something useful there.]]> https://cb1100forum.net/forum/showthread.php?tid=14611 Wed, 26 Nov 2025 20:51:57 +0000 Gone in 60]]> https://cb1100forum.net/forum/showthread.php?tid=14611 It details a "major service" of an Enfield twin, which mainly seems to consist of blasting something at parts of the bike that would not normally like that.

Question is, what exactly is he shooting at the wet side of the engine and bearings... steam, degreaser? 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PlA-h4XbsMo]]> It details a "major service" of an Enfield twin, which mainly seems to consist of blasting something at parts of the bike that would not normally like that.

Question is, what exactly is he shooting at the wet side of the engine and bearings... steam, degreaser? 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PlA-h4XbsMo]]> https://cb1100forum.net/forum/showthread.php?tid=14606 Fri, 21 Nov 2025 17:27:25 +0000 Gone in 60]]> https://cb1100forum.net/forum/showthread.php?tid=14606 Standard disclaimer: This thread is not intended to be an endorsement of the use or ownership of firearms. I'm not about to mount a shotgun holder to my CB1100. 

So, back in May, the Orange County CA Distinguished Gentleman's Ride ended at a location in the city of Westminster called "Hotrods and Handguns". I was curious. Other than training in the service and a few casual times since (our my honeymoon, in fact), I had never really given much thought to the use or ownership of a firearm. Hot Rods and Handguns turned out to be an ideal location for the DGR ride gathering. It's a private shooting club that is also an event venue. On one side of the street is a large building housing the owner's private museum of muscle cars and dozens of vintage Triumph motorcycles, with a bar, food service area and dining section. Outside is a large lot that was used by the DGR sponsors and organizers. A great place.

On the other side of the street is the shooting club, and the staff was offering tours to the DGR riders. Taking the tour, one got the impression that if Ernst Stavro Blofeld owned a private shooting club, this would be it. Upon entering the lobby, you are greeted by a waterfall with steel and brass surroundings. As you pass through the meandering property, you come upon the "1911 Room" featuring a vast collection of collector-grade pistols, a luxury shooting supply store, a courtyard smattered with motorcycles and hot rods, a two-story firing range, and a restaurant. Heading upstairs, you come upon another private restaurant, the billiard room, cigar lounge, whiskey room and a few conference and meeting rooms. 

It is opulent to say the least. After the tour, we were given a one-day pass to come back and take a closer look at the club. Mrs. G and I went recently, and she asked more questions than I did. Her main question was:
"Who would be your main customer base here?"
"People who don't golf, mam."

We were shown the price list to join the club after our tour. Eye-watering to say the least. It was a nice place to visit. Walking past the Range Rovers and BMWs in the parking lot on the way to our Honda, Mrs. G and I talked about firearms in general, and she mentioned, without endorsing, "You know, I can see you enjoying something like that, being a mechanical object that demands respect and care."

A few days later, I met up with a good friend for dinner. I pulled up on my Triumph as he stood outside the restaurant. He is incredibly inquisitive about everything, and my motorcycle guided much of our dinner conversation. 
"What would you say gives you the most joy when riding?" he asked. 
Thinking for a bit, my answer was "Ya know, I know I must have some kind of adult ADD. My mind goes all over the place, but when I'm riding, my mind is focused on one thing. Particularly when I'm lane-splitting in traffic, I feel a sense of laser-focus that nothing else gives me. I really enjoy that feeling."

He mulled a bit and said "You know, you should join me at the firing range on Sunday. I'll bring the pistols and ammo, you pay for the range time, we'll see what you think."
I did, and very interestingly, I felt that same level of focus. Everything narrowed down to my eyeball sighting down the length of the pistol at a target. I was drowning out the distraction of other guns being fired in the neighboring lanes (yes, I was wearing hearing protection). It was as if I was sighting down the opening between lanes while splitting gridlocked traffic. Everything else rolling around my brain... my job, whatever else I needed to do later that day, just melted away for that brief time. 

We had lunch afterwards, and my friend and I discussed our experience. He gazed at my CB1100 gleaming in the parking lot. 
"I imagine that motorcycle requires a lot of care, and you obviously treat it well. I imagine you'd give the same level of care to a pistol." He didn't give any statement of "You need to go get one right now!", but he knows how I think. 

Needless to say, I've done some shopping, and now have something that needs care and respect, but that I can take to my local range and get that laser-focus. My riding has changed with my job change, and I'm not riding in traffic every day. I try to find time to ride whenever I can, but that built-in brain exercise went away, and this new hobby puts some of it back. I didn't join the Blofeld club.... I joined a club near my house that is much more austere, but hey, I don't smoke many cigars anyway and my whiskey lounge is my living room.]]> Standard disclaimer: This thread is not intended to be an endorsement of the use or ownership of firearms. I'm not about to mount a shotgun holder to my CB1100. 

So, back in May, the Orange County CA Distinguished Gentleman's Ride ended at a location in the city of Westminster called "Hotrods and Handguns". I was curious. Other than training in the service and a few casual times since (our my honeymoon, in fact), I had never really given much thought to the use or ownership of a firearm. Hot Rods and Handguns turned out to be an ideal location for the DGR ride gathering. It's a private shooting club that is also an event venue. On one side of the street is a large building housing the owner's private museum of muscle cars and dozens of vintage Triumph motorcycles, with a bar, food service area and dining section. Outside is a large lot that was used by the DGR sponsors and organizers. A great place.

On the other side of the street is the shooting club, and the staff was offering tours to the DGR riders. Taking the tour, one got the impression that if Ernst Stavro Blofeld owned a private shooting club, this would be it. Upon entering the lobby, you are greeted by a waterfall with steel and brass surroundings. As you pass through the meandering property, you come upon the "1911 Room" featuring a vast collection of collector-grade pistols, a luxury shooting supply store, a courtyard smattered with motorcycles and hot rods, a two-story firing range, and a restaurant. Heading upstairs, you come upon another private restaurant, the billiard room, cigar lounge, whiskey room and a few conference and meeting rooms. 

It is opulent to say the least. After the tour, we were given a one-day pass to come back and take a closer look at the club. Mrs. G and I went recently, and she asked more questions than I did. Her main question was:
"Who would be your main customer base here?"
"People who don't golf, mam."

We were shown the price list to join the club after our tour. Eye-watering to say the least. It was a nice place to visit. Walking past the Range Rovers and BMWs in the parking lot on the way to our Honda, Mrs. G and I talked about firearms in general, and she mentioned, without endorsing, "You know, I can see you enjoying something like that, being a mechanical object that demands respect and care."

A few days later, I met up with a good friend for dinner. I pulled up on my Triumph as he stood outside the restaurant. He is incredibly inquisitive about everything, and my motorcycle guided much of our dinner conversation. 
"What would you say gives you the most joy when riding?" he asked. 
Thinking for a bit, my answer was "Ya know, I know I must have some kind of adult ADD. My mind goes all over the place, but when I'm riding, my mind is focused on one thing. Particularly when I'm lane-splitting in traffic, I feel a sense of laser-focus that nothing else gives me. I really enjoy that feeling."

He mulled a bit and said "You know, you should join me at the firing range on Sunday. I'll bring the pistols and ammo, you pay for the range time, we'll see what you think."
I did, and very interestingly, I felt that same level of focus. Everything narrowed down to my eyeball sighting down the length of the pistol at a target. I was drowning out the distraction of other guns being fired in the neighboring lanes (yes, I was wearing hearing protection). It was as if I was sighting down the opening between lanes while splitting gridlocked traffic. Everything else rolling around my brain... my job, whatever else I needed to do later that day, just melted away for that brief time. 

We had lunch afterwards, and my friend and I discussed our experience. He gazed at my CB1100 gleaming in the parking lot. 
"I imagine that motorcycle requires a lot of care, and you obviously treat it well. I imagine you'd give the same level of care to a pistol." He didn't give any statement of "You need to go get one right now!", but he knows how I think. 

Needless to say, I've done some shopping, and now have something that needs care and respect, but that I can take to my local range and get that laser-focus. My riding has changed with my job change, and I'm not riding in traffic every day. I try to find time to ride whenever I can, but that built-in brain exercise went away, and this new hobby puts some of it back. I didn't join the Blofeld club.... I joined a club near my house that is much more austere, but hey, I don't smoke many cigars anyway and my whiskey lounge is my living room.]]> https://cb1100forum.net/forum/showthread.php?tid=14600 Thu, 06 Nov 2025 05:01:07 +0000 Cormanus]]> https://cb1100forum.net/forum/showthread.php?tid=14600
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WINNER - 2014 BEST AUTO COMMERCIAL Honda "Hands"]]>
WINNER - 2014 BEST AUTO COMMERCIAL Honda "Hands"]]> https://cb1100forum.net/forum/showthread.php?tid=14490 Wed, 13 Aug 2025 00:35:10 +0000 '64]]> https://cb1100forum.net/forum/showthread.php?tid=14490
I'm a new "old" member here, and I wanted to share something I just discovered that I thought some of you might appreciate.

I know motorcycle racing isn't everyone's cup of tea, but for those who enjoy it, MotoGP has just launched a new, free 24/7 streaming channel in the United States. It's a free, ad-supported service that offers live coverage of practice and qualifying sessions, as well as live Moto2 and Moto3 races. Allegedly is starting tomorrow 8/13!!

The catch is that they do not mention the actual MotoGP Sprint and Sunday races... but those are also available through other sport channels without a special package subscription.

More information can be found here]]>
I'm a new "old" member here, and I wanted to share something I just discovered that I thought some of you might appreciate.

I know motorcycle racing isn't everyone's cup of tea, but for those who enjoy it, MotoGP has just launched a new, free 24/7 streaming channel in the United States. It's a free, ad-supported service that offers live coverage of practice and qualifying sessions, as well as live Moto2 and Moto3 races. Allegedly is starting tomorrow 8/13!!

The catch is that they do not mention the actual MotoGP Sprint and Sunday races... but those are also available through other sport channels without a special package subscription.

More information can be found here]]> https://cb1100forum.net/forum/showthread.php?tid=14465 Sun, 20 Jul 2025 00:50:44 +0000 pdedse]]> https://cb1100forum.net/forum/showthread.php?tid=14465
I came across "King of the Desert" on the ADVrider site: 

https://advrider.com/f/threads/book-laun...t-53259445

At amazon: https://www.amazon.com/King-Desert-world...176147233X

I dream of riding around Australia one day and this book looks like a good find.]]>
I came across "King of the Desert" on the ADVrider site: 

https://advrider.com/f/threads/book-laun...t-53259445

At amazon: https://www.amazon.com/King-Desert-world...176147233X

I dream of riding around Australia one day and this book looks like a good find.]]>