Rogue Riders 2018 Day 8

Posted on 08/23/2018 by hogalaska

Banff, Alberta to Kalispell, MT USA! 306

I woke up to Sarah saying “Dia…Dia…guess what…” as I stir and say “what” she hands me her phone and says “The Milwaukee 115th Film Festival is playing Psychomania…the same terrible movie I picked and played for Spenard Bike Week!” She continued to laugh about how it was important enough to wake me up for and that and how Harley continues to copy us. We are trendsetters.

It was 7:30 and we wanted to get a head start so we would have some time in Kalispell. We also didn’t know how long the boarder crossing would take so best to get an early start. I texted Barry and he said the temp would be 55* at 9:30am so I guess that meant we were leaving at 9:30am. First stop…the GAS station across the street. (also, on a completely unrelated note, my PR/Marketing Director aka Sarah, asked that I keep my blog PG13 so no more F&^% bombs) (insert eye roll and shoulder shrug…I like my colorful language but I understand some folks might find it offensive and not want to read my blog as a result so going forward I will censor myself)

Patti gave me a lovey ring and Sarah decided the moment should be captured in the most dramatic way possible.

Leaving from Banff we had to back track west a little bit to get onto Hwy 93. The highway was beautiful. I don’t know who the guy leading today was, but magically Jim decided to haul ass and ride fast on this awesome curvy highway. We were passing cars, trucks and motorhomes. The road was full of twisties and mountains and canyons. It was amazing. The only bad part of this beautiful road, was the slow-motion collision I had with a dragon fly. Yep, Sarah’s worst nightmare almost came true for me. I saw it coming, tried to duck but it hit me right above my right eye. As I frantically swiped at the guts I could feel them dripping down my face and they were all over my sunglasses…dripping down and coating everything. I finally had to start laughing at the whole situation. I could see my reflection in my gauges in front of me I could see that I still had guts by my eyebrow. I wiped at it for a bit, but it clearly was not coming off. When we stopped for gas, I got a good photo of the carnage of guts on my face.

On Hwy 93, we rode through a small town we passed a construction site and walking through the dirt area was this amazing mountain goat. It was so bizarre how talk and lanky it was and it was the same color as the dirt around it. It was just walking through the construction site, like he owned the place and they were impeding on his walkway. About a mile up the road, a large sheep with a full curl horn was crossing the road. I watched as it crossed in front of Jim and to the left there were probably 30 of them laying all over the grass on the side of the road! I had just been talking about our trip through this area 10 years ago and how we had seen so many animals and this trip we hadn’t seen many through these parks. Kootenay Park was the park we were riding through today and it was beautiful. I can’t recall riding this same route in the past but I am glad we went through this route today.

We didn’t see anymore wildlife after that and the road was a lot straighter as we got out of the mountains. We stopped for gas after about 120 miles and then decided we wouldn’t stop again until after we got back in the US of A!

The boarder wasn’t too long of a wait, but it was getting hot so we all started stripping layers as we waited for the 7 cars in front of us. When we pulled up to the stop light, the light turned green and the border guard held up a single finger, no not his middle finger, he was signaling only one bike at a time. Usually we can all roll up together and hand him all our passports, but I guess not this time. Jim went first, while my bike lurched and clanked in the heat. Man, I wish I had a Milwaukee 8 motor on this trip! I can see the passing capability difference from Jim’s bike to mine when we are passing vehicles and mine feels slow and sluggish compared to the power of the Milwaukee 8.

I got a little spoiled riding the M8 from Boston to Phoenix in 2016. Good news is, I am leaving my old dinosaur of a CVO (2015) in Arizona after this trip!

We got into Kalispell and got all our stuff unloaded. Sarah and I decided to do laundry so we sorted everything, loaded it into her tour pack and took the long way (like 10 minutes lost in allies and back parking lots) to find the laundromat across the street from the hotel. When we arrived we saw a place called the “Gold Bar” next door but weren’t quite sure what it was. We loaded up the wash machine and found that the Gold Bar, was indeed a bar…well a casino for the bored doing their laundry. We sat at the bar, Sarah drinking her iced latte and me my glass of wine and wrote the blog while she caught up on home life and work.

Glenn and Cherrie Marunde were in here playing some slots while they waited for their laundry and Jim wandered in to do his laundry. We are currently trying to pick a place to eat some dinner. As usual, if anything exciting happens tonight I will add it to the blog tomorrow morning.

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Rogue Riders 2018 Day 7

Posted on 08/22/2018 by hogalaska

Day 7 Prince George, BC to Banff, Alberta 423 miles

We had a lot of plans today but as these things go, we did not stick to them. Sarah and I got up early and got all packed and ready, ate some food with Jim and Barry in the hotel and then got the bikes all loaded up. We were getting ready to leave and I told Jim he could lead since we “left” him a couple times yesterday. We had not filled up with gas, and Jim said we would get gas on our way out of town. First we passed a Husky station on the right, then further up the road we passed a 7 Eleven with gas, and then a sign said “check your fuel next gas 200km.” Jim missed the sign. But he had put “gas stop” in his GPS so he was confident there was one up the road. I waved at him and told him we should turn around and get gas and tried to signal 200km but he pointed to his GPS, confident that there was gas. When we approached the “gas stop” I immediately noticed the extremely ancient gas pumps, the empty parking lot and the lack of lights on in the building. CLOSED.
Well we still had a long way to go to McBride which was the next gas stop. Sarah had her 1 gallon can in her saddle bag so we put most of it in hers, she was the lowest and then a little in mine and Jim’s.
Yesterday, Sarah had filled up with me and the gas stations have a weird process that you have to “pre-approve” a specific amount on the card then it will charge only the amount you spend. Most days, Sarah and I can fill both our bikes with a $50 limit. At our last gas stop yesterday I filled up and Sarah filled up after me. She wasn’t able to fill up all the way, but we were getting close to the end of the day so we didn’t worry about it. We were all very confident we would not make it to McBride, well Barry was pretty sure he could make it but I did not have enough range and neither did Jim.
We headed out with the plan to make it until Sarah ran out then we would stop. Eventually, Sarah had dropped off and wasn’t behind me and Barry stopped with her so Jim and I turned around and pulled over with Sarah and Barry. Despite the disappointment of being on the side of the road, we were all ok and together. Sarah immediately started making signs that read “NEED GAS.”
A lot of really nice Canadians stopped to try and help but none of them had gas. One biker, who was riding a 2007 FLHX in Pewter Denim, the exact same bike I made my first trip down the Alcan on, had a large gas can on his bike but it was empty. He was from Edmonton, so he was on his way home. He took the can off and gave it to us so we could get it full enough to get all of us back to town.
We knew the rest of the Rogue Riders would be coming soon, and we knew Mike Sweet (our local hero) would have gas and hopefully a siphoning hose. While we waited, Sarah picked some wild flowers for me and she found a cool fuzzy caterpillar. I played some of my audio book and we chilled on the side of the road, waiting for the rest of our group. Finally they all rounded the corner and we waved them to stop. At first it was the front of the pack and shortly after them the rest of the group caught up. We had all the bikes pulled over while Mike got us his gas for Sarah and we all got a lot of pictures and laughs about our 45 minute road side wait for them to get there.
Between the whole group we only had 1 gallon of gas. So we made the plan that Sarah would take the 1 gallon and we would all ride toward McBride and we would just stop when/if we ran out of gas. While we were getting the bikes loaded back up, I noticed Jim had the gas can…(in my brain) “Why the F&^# does Jim have the gas can? Barry thinks he can make it so he or one of the other riders should have all the gas cans so they can get them filled and come back for us, Jim will only make it as far as me and if he has the gas can everyone will have to stop again and figure out moving the gas can to someone else…” So I expressed this in less words, took the can from Jim, fished out a bungee cargo net and put that shit on the back of Barry’s bike.
 
As we headed toward town we lost Sarah first, she is definitely consuming more fuel than that bike should, so we will have to get that looked at…then I went out about 17 miles closer to town than her and Jim went out about 100 yards past me. Sarah had Mike Sweet stop with her and wait, I had Cheryl and Jim had someone, but I am not sure who it was. I could see Jim from where we stopped but I wasn’t about to walk that distance on my knee. Cheryl and I made small talk about our love for riding and her near retirement. While we were sitting there a Mounty pulled up and stopped next to me. He asked if everything was ok and I asked if he had any gas. Unfortunately he did not have any gas, but he was friendly and gave a nice warning that in B.C. if you are going 30km over the speed limit they will impound your bike for 7 days…yep 7 days!! He mentioned that several in the group that was heading to McBride to get us gas were breaking that rule. He assured me he wouldn’t hassle them since they were on a rescue mission but warned they should slow down for the rest of the ride. Nice of him to not bust all of us, and give us a nice warning. I sent a text to Barry and Jim although I figured they wouldn’t get it till I was in town since the signal was so bad out there.
As we sat there, the figure from Jim’s bike started walking toward us and was getting closer. Eventually we saw that it was in fact Jim and he got to us and suggested I push my bike up to his. It was mostly downhill, so despite my knee I started to walk my bike with Jim pushing it from behind. We made it about 1/5 of the way when I saw Dewey heading toward us. Barry ran out of gas about 2 miles from town so Dewey filled up the large can and came to all of our rescue.
He got Barry to town, gave Jim and I some fuel and headed back to Sarah to get her on the road. We made it to the gas station and waited. I was really hoping there was enough fuel to get Sarah back and after about a 30 min wait they finally came rolling in. We refilled the two smaller gas cans and Sarah took the big one as her new passenger with her flowers on the back seat.
While we were at the gas station our Mounty stopped behind us at the pump and got out of his car and said “you made it!” He actually was pretty nice, so we chatted for a min and after he took a call in his car I walked over and asked for a selfie with him. He asked that I only include him in the blog if I was going to be nice. I assured him that I appreciated his kindness to stop and the warning and that I would be kind in my blog, so there it is. While we were stopped we all ate some snacks and chilled for a while.
Some riders had already headed on, I don’t blame them, I wouldn’t have waited for my gas shit show either. The big group that was still there headed out so Jim, Barry, Sarah and I waited a few minutes to head out after them.
We headed toward Jasper and eventually caught up with the group. When we got to the park, I was in front, we passed the group when they stopped for an “ABC’s of Touring” photo for HOG. We got to the park gate and I bought two passes to get us all through after some counting, recounting and figuring out there were 2 riders with passes already and some random couple that had snuck into our group. Once we had all that sorted we were able to get everyone covered with 2 passes. When we got close to Jasper, I realized it was a right turn toward Banff and a left turn to Jasper. I waved Dewey up so he could lead, as I was pretty sure we were supposed to go into Jasper. As I suspected he turned left so we all went into town to get gas. While we were stopped, I was doing the math on how much farther we had to go. So, Sarah and I ate some snacks and agreed we wanted to keep riding. Jim wanted to stay there with a large group of the riders to eat, so Barry, Patti, Sarah and myself decided to hit the road. We gave the second park pass to Dewey to get the rest of the group through although there were now 8 of them and only 4 of us. Not my circus, not my monkeys…one of them might have to pay for a pass. I lead our group and it was some of the best scenery of the trip. The mountains although still slightly shrouded by smoke were magnificent. I was in Banff a year and a half ago during the winter and summer is a dramatic difference. The road was curvy but not too technical. Pretty much everyone was breaking the speed limit so we kept up with the faster cars and passed the slower ones. It was still breathtaking and beautiful. If I wasn’t leading we probably would have stopped for some photos, but its me, and when I am heading to a destination I take mental pictures of the cool scenery and enjoy it from my bike. There was a super cool looking glass walkway overlook that was crowded with tourists, but we just kept on.
Maybe I will make a point to spend 2 days in Jasper/Banff next time through.
I didn’t stop at all from Jasper to Banff. I didn’t hear any complaints so I kept going, not that I can actually hear complaints while doing 75mph but hey I try to be sensitive. We bombed into Banff and after a few wrong turns I got us to the hotel. We unloaded the bikes and the only parking was down a hill into a parking garage so Sarah and I parked right in front of the Best Western sign on the side of the street. I make my own parking spaces and I am not going to park in the claustrophobic parking garage.
After we got our shit unloaded and Patti’s stuff in our room till her roommates showed up, we decided to go to dinner in town. We were all going to ride, but Barry missed that memo so he walked out in his walking clothes so we all agreed to walk. Patti and Chris parked their bikes in the garage and we all walked to town. The restaurant I picked was closed, so we headed back to the main street and went to Park Distillery. I had a tasting of their different liquors when I was here with my girl Shawna for the winter trip I won from Harley. They did not disappoint and we all had some good food and a few of us some good drinks. Jim walked over and met us and had dessert and Gary walked over a little earlier and had a beer with us. We got to sit outside and enjoy the rapid dusk to evening light change and the cooling air.
In stages we all walked back to the hotel and here we are now. Tomorrow we head back to the US of A and will be landing in Kalispell, MT. I am excited to get back to America, but also slightly feeling the sadness that we are already halfway through our journey. We have so much more to look forward to, but I can’t help but feel a little sad that we are already through this amazing part of journey.
We will be getting an early start again tomorrow, and we are all hoping for a quick border crossing.
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Rogue Riders Day 6

Posted on 08/21/2018 by hogalaska

Smithers, BC to Prince George, BC 250 miles

We have a vintage Polaroid camera along for the ride to save some memories on something other than the internet. Here’s one from a couple days ago in Yukon Territory.

As I mentioned in my blog from yesterday, we made friends with Shola the gal working at he bar at the hotel. She made some beautiful jewelry from pennies she would get run over by a train near Bali. I bought one necklace from her last night, and she encouraged us to go to her mom’s bookstore and café in downtown Smither’s for coffee and to check out more of her jewelry. We roped Patti into going with us, so we headed over there around 8:30am.

Patti and I bought some cool new jewelry and Sarah and Patti got coffee and I had a homemade Chai tea. Her mom was lovely and we chatted for a bit about our ride and upcoming adventures.

After we finished our drinks we headed back to the hotel. As we pulled into the driveway of the hotel, the rest of the group was getting ready to head out. I didn’t see Barry and Jim, so I thought maybe they left us! We got back to the room and got all our shit loaded on the bikes. While we were getting packed up, Sarah ran to drop our keys off and ran into Barry and Jim. They thought we had left them, but thankfully we reconnected. So, our group today was myself in the lead, then Sarah behind me, then Patti then Cheryl our Canadian friend and then the boys (Barry and Jim) bringing up the rear. Sarah put “Alaska Girls to the Front” on her face mask and Patti had a little pig nose on hers. Today, we were going to be riding through the worst of the smoke. Chris had bought us masks yesterday so we all had something to filter the air. I decided I would rather just risk the smoke inhalation because the mask was hot and uncomfortable. I did get a kick out of Sarah wearing a mask for the smoke, then pulling the mask down and lighting a cigarette at one of the stops.

Once we got out of Smithers we were cruising along and a coyote ran right in front of me. He slowed and checked us out so Sarah and I got a great look at him. Pretty cool to have wildlife that close. The whole way was pretty smoky but the worst of it was near Burns Lake. We also had a large deer run into the road, then stop, turn and head back to the shoulder. The scenery was probably pretty cool, but instead we mostly just saw smoke…lots and lots of smoke. At some points in the ride the visibility was so poor you could only see about 30 feet in front of you.

While I was cruising along, we rolled through a town and I saw Dewey waving us into a parking lot. We pulled in, parked and after a few minutes of sitting there trying to figure out why we were there, I saw the giant fly-fishing rod. Apparently, the Canadians are very proud of this “world’s largest fly fishing rod.” We let the group head out before our smaller group and decided we would stop for gas in Burns Lake. I was supposed to get gas this morning with the gals, but I forgot. We all had enough to get us there, so onward we went. When we rolled into Burns Lake we were in the peak of the smoke and there was the rest of the group at the gas station when we pulled into town. Barry and Jim headed up the road to the Chevron while Sarah and I filled up with everyone else. We headed up to Chevron and got passed by the group. After that stop we caught up to a large part of the group, so when the opportunity came up, I passed all the trucks and the group. Oops..sorry not sorry. We hauled ass for a bit, but it was just myself, Sarah and Patti, we had lost the rest of our group amongst the other group. The rest of the way was pretty mellow and was more traffic and some construction.

When we got to Prince George we rolled up to the Harley dealership there and enjoyed the AC. In the morning it was super cold, but by the afternoon it was hot and muggy. We wandered through the store and I found an adorable army green leather jacket that fit perfect. I actually bought an army green leather jacket, that I still have, at the 105th. So, I bought that and added it to my collection. I am definitely going to have to mail some gear home when I get back to stateside.

I headed back outside and somewhat discretely changed into a tank top in the parking lot. While we were hanging out in the lot, Trevor, their sales manger came out to put something in his bike. I was walking by so we started to BS. He is a cool guy that loves the brand and what he does. He was excited to hear about our journey and was happy to share some local good spots to food. He recommended “Nancy O’s” for dinner, which is where I am writing my blog from right now. Jim, Barry, Sarah and I walked over and the food was amazing. This is a cool trendy spot that has live music on the weekends and has a mix of BBQ and modern twists on comfort food. We had a “Vegetable Curry” poutine which sounds weirder than it tasted. Currently Sarah, Jim and Barry are enjoying some cheesecake while I finish my blog and my wine.

When we left the restaurant and were walking back to the hotel we ran into Dianna and Donna walking a dog! We asked where they got the dog and apparently there is a dog shelter connected to the hotel and this dog had not been walked today so she was barking and whining. So, being the bad ass Alaskan’s that they are, they took the precious baby on a walk. I love our team. We have such a good group of people. After we gave the dog some scratches, Sarah and I headed over to the Mediterranean restaurant that Chris and Mike were at. We joined them and I had a glass of wine and hung out with them for about an hour. Now we are back in the room and ready to start heading to bed. We have a long 400 mile day tomorrow through the mountains. It is beautiful scenery and hopefully the smoke won’t be too bad.

(This random car in town had the Harley 115th anniversary colors so we stole a picture)

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Rogue Riders 2018 Day 5

Posted on 08/20/2018 by hogalaska

Bell 2, BC to Smithers, BC 223 miles

As promised…I have to fill you in on the rest of last night before I start on today. After I finished the blog, I hobbled upstairs, threw on my shorts and a sports bra and then joined some of our Rogue Rider’s in the hot tub! It was so much fun, and I am so glad we were all stuck at Bell 2 with no cell service. We had a blast getting to know each other in our hot tub comradery. I got to show off my still oh so present bruises from Spenard Bike Week on my glow in the dark white legs as well as my tons of tattoos that no one sees. Nothing like getting half naked with all your customers and friends! I bough a bottle of wine at dinner so I had that while I was in the hot tub chilled on ice. It was great. We were in there almost 3 hours, which felt great on all of our achy muscles and my knee.

When we got to the room Sarah and I got the blog uploaded and I got on Facebook for a minute and saw that my dear friend Matthew Tolbert was in a motorcycle accident in Fairbanks. I was able to check in with him on FB messenger and made sure he was ok. He is still in the hospital, so say some prayers but he should be able to make a full recovery.

I slept so good, unfortunately Sarah had crazy dinosaur apocalypse dreams and did not sleep as well. I woke up around 7am and couldn’t sleep anymore so I jumped in the shower and started to get my day started. I saw that Jim and Barry were up, because I could see into their cabin from ours. I gimped out and checked with Jim while he was loading his bike to see what time we were heading out and he informed me that we were getting breakfast at 8:30am and then hitting the road after that. Last night we had planned on a little later start since it was a short day but Barry wanted to get his bike in for service at Smither’s HD so we didn’t want to be too late. We gathered in the “restaurant” at the lodge and got buffet breakfast. After I made a plate, I decided I would grab Sarah and I some espresso…it’s hard to find proper coffee in these rural spots. Well that took a fuckin hour so I cam back and Sarah was done eating and my food was cold but the coffee was decent so whatever.

While I was eating my cold breakfast, I sent Sarah on a mission to tag the Motoquest truck with one of my House of Harley stickers I brought to tag shit along the way. I finished my breakfast and headed back to the cabin to pack my bike. Sarah was there and still had not tagged the truck. I took the sticker and started to walk over when I saw the large British guy that was driving the truck come from around the back. Shit! So, I scoped him and the truck out for a minute and decided I should just ask…So I walked up to him and asked if I could tag his truck. He laughed and said “sure, that should get a rise out of Kevin!” Perfect!!!  He put a House of Harley sticker on the top metal rack that I couldn’t reach next to all the other stickers. That is for you Robin and Kevin at Motoquest, love you guys!

Sarah and Jim had their bikes all loaded and I still had to put my riding pants on so they headed to meet Barry by the gas pumps. I finally caught up to them over there and Barry was making friends with some travelers while we filled up with gas. We had a short ride, so I told Jim to lead since we didn’t need to haul ass and he keeps it in the speed limit. About 5 minutes from the hotel, I saw a little black bear on the side of the road. I don’t think Jim saw it at first, but I slowed way down to see him. He was the cutest fucking little black bear on the planet. If I was not riding my motorcycle I would have snuggled him. Well, not really but he was perfect and cute. He ran off into the woods when I got right next to him, but we held eye contact until that point.

The road was beautiful again today. It was hot, and sunny and the road was smooth and full of great curves and hills. I seriously am in love with the Cassiar. I might have to make a trip every year. When we got to the end of 37 (Cassiar) and got gas at the intersection of 16 and 37 we stopped for a bit. I ran into a couple of Alaskan’s on their way back from a North America trip that had started in June! They knew who Barry and I were and we chatted for a bit. One of the guys had a daughter, Courtney that I went to Highschool with! Small, small world!

I promised Sarah that I would include this so here it is…I have a serious problem keeping track of my hair ties. I have to have 3 hair ties to keep my mane under control while riding and almost every time I stop I somehow misplace these 3 hair ties. I literally stop, stuff them in some pocket so my hair is down for photos and then BAM they are gone! This is the only part of my life that is a shit show. So there it is. My only flaw…

Just kidding, if you know me you know I have a shit ton of flaws…but hey I’m human, believe it or not.

Anyhow, the ride to Smithers was short from that stop and we rolled right into Smithers H-D which is on the north side of town. We rolled in around 3pm so we headed over to the hotel and were greeted by the one and only Patti Bogan! We got our shit unloaded and shared some stories with Patti and chilled for a minute. Sarah and I decided to go on an adventure, or find some adventure in Smithers. We rode around for a bit and found a great spot at the end of the road to get a photo on Sarah’s polaroid. We headed back to town, got a photo with the Smithers sign and headed to the local museum.

It was so refreshing to see a museum that was still 100% honest of their history. Some of the highlights…Smithers is the founding place of egg cartons, the railroad was a big part of the history here and apparently they have a long history of racism. Yep. A whole section of the museum was dedicated to their struggles with racism. Although slightly shocking, it was refreshing to have a real story from their history and their story of bettering their community. Good job Smithers.

After the museum we headed through “Main Street” and checked out the cool trendy shops and saw a cool brewery but headed back to the dealership. When we got there dinner was about to be ready so we chatted up the group and everyone got fed some great food thanks to Steve and the crew there. They were so hospitable and great. If you are ever in the area, you have to visit Smithers. They are welcome in my shop and my home anytime. We had a great time and Patti blessed me with my traditional 3 bottles of wine for my Bday and Dewey got Pattie a book about Gloria, her idol signed by her. Dewey also got Barry a patch from a few years back when Barry told Dewey about how he “used to be a celebrity, but now he is just ‘Dia’s Dad.’” That made my day, and hopefully his too.

After riding around without the full knee brace and in tennis shoes, I decided I shouldn’t be standing too much. I made a couple phone calls and hung at the shop but eventually was running out of steam. Jim didn’t have a bell on his bike, so I got him a bell from Smithers and chatted with Steve and his son Ross for a bit. Sarah and I “Irish gooddbyed” everyone and headed over to the hotel bar. I immediately connected with our waitress Shola, she is a bad ass and had stem cell treatment for her knee. We are kindred spirits. She also makes jewelry so I bought a necklace off of her and she has some of her stuff in her mom’s shop in town that also has coffee so Sarah and I are going in the morning. I bought the few Rogue Rider’s who stopped in the bar drinks and bought Shola a drink. I am going to join her for the drink, so I will sign off for today…

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Rogue Riders Day 4

Posted on 08/19/2018 by hogalaska

Watson Lake, Yukon to Bell 2 Lodge, BC 307 miles

This morning I woke up around 6am and saw a beautiful sunrise, but decided it was too early to get up so I went back to sleep. Sarah and I got up and moving a little after 7am and saw that Dewey had warned “Kathy” that we all would be there for breakfast at 8:30am. Kathy’s was about a block away so after getting ready we rounded up Barry and Jim and headed over there just after 8am. I was still feeling a bit sick so I opted for some plain oatmeal. Eventually the whole group, well most of them showed up and we all enjoyed some food and the poor waitress kept up by herself ragged.

From breakfast we headed back to the hotel and got all the shit loaded on the bikes and as usual, our group was the last to leave. We had to backtrack from Watson to the exit for 37 aka Cassiar Hwy and we needed gas. The first lot we pulled into was the wrong place as they did not have regular gas, but I saw one just up the road so we all filled up. While we were sitting in the parking lot, Sarah asked who was leading…we wanted to go fast, so I led from the parking lot. I knew the Cassiar wasn’t too far from Watson Lake so I assumed in the lead it would be obvious. I saw the sign, but when I saw the road I thought for sure it was a driveway…so I passed it. I turned us all around and Jim took off down the highway and Barry headed to the gas station so Sarah and I sat on the side of the road waiting. Jim finally came back, Barry thought he needed more gas because his gauge wasn’t working, so we waited for him to “refill.” I took the lead again when we left and I was happily surprised by the Cassiar.

Cleanest trip down we’ve ever had so far…

The Cassiar and all of its glory for the first 200 miles has no center line and no shoulder! It was a great road and we all were bombing along taking up the whole road except for when a random vehicle was going the opposite direction. Basically, we rode hard until we caught up with the rest of the group and they pulled into a pull off. I almost blasted by but wasn’t sure why everyone stopped so I followed suit. We pulled into the rest area and it had only been about 40 miles from Watson Lake so as we sat here Sarah and I immediately decided we should just roll out in front of the group and ride our own ride. We threatened to leave Barry and Jim but they got their shit on quickly and we headed out. It was nice to be in front and haul some ass.

We stopped at Dease Lake for gas, so we hung for a minute and the whole group ended up accumulating there. We got some photos and I told Dewey if there were any scenic pullouts to pull over so we could get photos for the blog. Little did we know we wouldn’t have signal for at least 2 days so good luck with photos getting on the blog! After about 10 minutes on the road, Dewey pulled over and we got a photo. The whole group looked annoyed at our antics so I yelled “It’s for the Blog!!” as if that would make it better…well I guess we all want our 10 minutes of fame so they will make it on the blog.

From there a bunch of the pack left quickly while I was still queuing up my audio book (yes I am listening to a book while I ride while there is no signal for my pandora) and putting on my gloves. We got in behind about half the group. The Cassiar is full of hills and curves which makes it so much more fun than the Alcan! There were a few butt puckering moments where I would be hauling ass then would come up on shitty gravel at the top of a hill. It was interesting and kept us o our toes. Eventually, Julie and the first part of the pack pulled off at a rest stop. I initially signaled to turn off with them, but then I changed my mind and re-signaled with my hand to keep going. Unfortunately, Jim didn’t see my second signal so we lost him and Sarah, Barry and I took off like bats out of hell and hauled ass for the next 100 miles..ish.

When we got closer to Bell 2 I saw Dewey pulled off to take a poto but I decided it was too smokey to stop so I waved as I rode by. We had a few gravel patches but nothing like a little challenge to keep it fun. As we approached Bell 2 I saw a sign for a point of interest, so I pulled over. Barry and Sarah were unimpressed with my Telegraph stop, but at the end of the day it is part of the history of this road. So that is that. We made it to the Bell 2 Lodge, I confirmed they had alcohol and we hung in the sun until the restaurant opened. We all enjoyed some food and then afterwards I brought my bottle of wine out to sit in the grass jamming to Sarah’s music while I wrote this blog. Everyone else got in the hot tub…which is where I am going…to be continued tomorrow….

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Rogue Riders 2018 Day 3

Posted on 08/18/2018 by hogalaska

Haines Junction, Yukon to Watson Lake, Yukon 379 miles

This morning Sarah and I woke to a few of our Rogue Riders talking about how cold it was outside our window. But before I get too far into today, as promised, I have to fill you in on the rest of last night. After dinner with a bunch of our group at the hotel restaurant, Sarah and I went back to the room to get the blog posted and photos shared etc.

Once I was done with my part, I walked back over to the bar to flirt with the two cute boys working there. I believe it was Ryan and Josh, one was from New Zealand and a little closer to my age while the other one was from the area on only 18 and about to join the Canadian Military. Sarah joined me for a cup of coffee while I finished my wine, and we plotted to do the only fun thing you can do in Haines Junction…climb the ugly sculpture at the cross roads in town. Obviously, I was not going to climb up there, both bum knee and lack of upper body strength, so I got to hold the camera and get some great video and photos of Sarah. The best part of our mission is that the Mounty’s are literally across the street. Sarah…such a rebel. Watching her get down was more entertaining than climbing up, but she made it unscathed and we didn’t get busted by the Mounty’s.

So, back to this morning…Sarah and I had discussed our plans with Barry and Jim last night but we still were not sure what we were going to do. A bunch of the group was planning on riding to Whitehorse to get breakfast, which was what my first choice was, but Barry and Jim wanted to eat in Haines Junction. So, while we were packing and getting ready, it was decided that we would walk…yep walk…to the bakery up the street. Yay for a bum knee! I woke up not feeling very good, so I assumed it was something I ate. Rather than add more food to the mix, I opted for a San Pellegrino and some probiotics. Sarah and Jim got some light food and Barry got a smoothie. Sarah and I also were able to finally get some espresso. While we were eating and chatting Julie, Chris, Gary, Mike, Glenda and John all showed up. They wandered in and realized there wasn’t giant breakfast options so they headed back out after asking the waitress where a large greasy spoon type of place was.

It was still in the 30’s as we got out bikes loaded the rest of the way up and got ready to hit the road. We were the last ones in our group to leave the hotel.

When we pulled onto the road, I thought we were going to top off with gas, so I didn’t hook up any of my heated gear. Of course, I was mistaken so I spent the first 6 miles trying to hook up my shit while riding. I finally got both gloves plugged into the coat and the coat plugged into the bike so I did a little fist pump in the air in case Sarah was aware of my struggle as she saw me swerving all over the road.

Between Haines Junction and Whitehorse, the road was pretty open and straight. Some big curves but nothing too twisty. At one point we saw that group from the bakery at a truck stop diner, so they clearly got their big greasy breakfast. While we were cruising along I saw a large female moose start to run up toward the road. I wasn’t sure if Jim saw it, but it looked like she might dart behind him and in front of me so I started to slow down. As soon as Sarah and I got closer with our super loud music she turned tail and ran fast back toward the woods she came from. It really is impressive how big and powerful moose are.

As the day kept going my stomach continued to get worse. I was feeling really nauseous and my stomach started to cramp all over. I figured it must have been something I ate and I couldn’t really do anything about it so we kept on. When we got to Whitehorse we stopped and filled up with gas. I sent a message t my friend Lauren whom I met in Ushuaia, Patagonia when I was in Argentina this spring. We happened to be on the same hike with a small group of about 6 of us and immediately hit it off. I had told her I would be riding through her town on this trip and we had hoped to meet up. Unfortunately we were not able to this time around, but we did get a couple messages back and forth. Maybe we will meet up in another adventurous country like Africa, since we both have it on our radar for 2019.

While we were hanging out at the gas station in Whitehorse, Sarah asked Jim why we had been only going 60 the entire day and getting passed by cars. He explained that it was the speed limit and he didn’t want a ticket. Barry, Sarah and I wanted to got about 70 so Jim opted to stay behind us and I would lead. As we headed out, there was a lot of traffic but we finally got out in the wilderness and of course the speed limit was over 70 or 100 kph so Jim ended up keeping up with us anyway. At one point the cars in front of us all stopped so I signaled for everyone to slow, and there in front of us was a doe with her two fawns (I think that is what they are called…aka mommy deer and 2 babies). They darted into he woods like the moose, probably from our loud music.

We approached Teslin and I saw the first gas station so I pulled in. As I parked my bike I looked up and I’ll be damned there was our token Canadian Dewey! He had planned on meeting our group in Teslin and I guess I picked the only option. Eventually our entire group got there so we all hung out while they ate ice cream and chatted about the past few days and upcoming adventures. My stomach was in pretty rough shape so I laid on a bench trying to stretch out my stomach. Sarah got some work done and we all enjoyed the beautiful sun. The weather was perfect again today. It was clear and sunny the whole way, just a little cool in the air which is always refreshing. In a few places I could smell smoke, which I assume will only get worse as we get closer to all the fires in B.C. Eventually, everyone was done with their ice cream and catching up, and Dewey wanted to get pictures of all of us coming across the grated bridge. If you are not familiar with these bridges they are an old school metal bridge that feels like your bikes is going to wash out while you ride down it. Dewey crouched at the other end and got a bunch of great photos of all of us riding across. The semi’s started to stack up so I think he may have missed a few people since the truckers were getting impatient with him blocking the bridge. We pulled into a rest area just up the road and waited for him to catch back up. After sitting in the uphill dirt parking lot for awhile we got the train moving. Dewey, Chris, Julie and Gary all took off like bats out of hell so a larger gap developed between John and Glenda Pokrandt and the first pack. I slowed way down so I could create some more distance between all of us so I could set my cruise and not have to yoyo with everyone.

We continued at this pace until we got to Rancheria, which is a small gas station with a restaurant and bar. Last time we came through here, this is where Dewey had met us with us. At this point I was feeling pretty sick so I wandered over to a bench to try and relax. It sounded like everyone was having fun climbing on the log motorcycles and things they had throughout the yard. Eventually we all mounted back on the bikes and headed to Watson Lake and the Sign Post Forrest. Diana Chase had a really cool metal Rogue Rider sign made for us, so after some group photos they found a perfect spot to hang it on one of the new posts that had been put up for more signs. If you have never stopped at the Sign Forest it is really a spectacle and worth taking some time to wander around and see all the amazing signs and license plates from all over the world.

After the Sign Forest we all headed to our respective hotels or camping spots and got our stuff unloaded.

I decided to stay at the hotel and try to relax my stomach. Everyone else went to Dewey’s for some burgers and socializing. Our friend and customer Tom Evans happened to be passing through at the same time on a road trip so he hung out with everyone.

Sarah ran to the store after dinner and picked me up some ginger and got herself a new pair of shades. While I was sitting here writing the blog Barry brought me a milk jug with some whisky in the bottom of it. As long as it isn’t mixed with milk, I think I am going to make a ginger and whisky concoction to kill off this stomach bug once and for all! Tomorrow we will be heading to Bell 2 Lodge on the Cassiar. I am excited for this part of the ride since I have never been on the Cassiar.

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Rogue Riders 2018 Day 2

Posted on 08/17/2018 by hogalaska

Tok, AK to Haines Junction, Yukon 295 miles

This morning we woke to some overcast skies and rain. After a quick shower, Jim knocked on our door to inform Sarah and I that our group was doing breakfast at Fast Eddies at 9:00am.

We got packed up and ready and headed over to eat some food. Jim, Barry and Sarah had giant meals and I had a couple eggs and some avocado with toast. Jim miraculously ate his entire meal, Barry made a decent dent and Sarah ate about half of her awesome looking veggie omelet. Hopefully, she will let me post the awesome photo of her with the spouts hanging out of her mouth…

After breakfast we got the rest of our gear on and Jim asked me to predict the weather. I was confident we wouldn’t have anymore rain and the sky was already clearing in Tok. We filled up with gas, I forgot to buy a water bottle again, and hit the road.

The roads were great, I mean there is always the usual frost heaves and chip seal but overall it was a fun twisty ride.

I knew I wouldn’t have signal most of the day so I opted to hook up my 100 song play list my bestie Christy made for me. She put it on an amazing penguin USB that’s head comes off and the USB port is inside! So, I had an awesome list of music that literally lasted me the entire day. It played in alphabetical order, and I was on the Y’s when I pulled into the hotel here at Haines Junction.

The weather was beautiful all day, blue skies and hardly any clouds! It was still a little cold out so we managed to survive with all our layers on until we got to the boarder where we had to wait about 20 mins. Between inching the bikes forward we all started to peel layers. Past the boarder we went through Beaver Creek and from that point we were in the worst part of the ride. When we got to the construction stop we were behind about 10 rigs, but I could still see the front of the line. The pilot car coming from the other direction, slowed as she past us and told us to go to the front of the line. Thank God!! I love it when the construction folks take into count how much more difficult the construction can be on a bike. We couldn’t pass the line on the left because there were cars coming so we passed on the shoulder on the right. We got to the front and the pilot cat immediately started going forward. I signaled to Sarah and Barry to run in a single file even though we were still on pavement. We had been hearing rumors of what was ahead and I was pretty nervous.

When we got to the dirt part of the road I was hoping for the best. It looked slightly packed, so I was hoping it wouldn’t be too soft. As we got on it I immediately saw Jim’s ass end start to break loose. It wasn’t too deep but it was slick as snot, especially in the wet portions. It was an extremely intense ride that seemed like 100 miles but was probably closer to 15. Every few feet I could feel the rear tire break loose and start to slip. At one point I had to wave Sarah back because I thought for sure Jim or I was gonna go down. By the time I was done all the adrenaline that dumped in my body left me shaking. Despite the odds, we all made it through!

After that rough spot it was just a lot of loose gravel sections. We maintained about 50mph through all of those so they weren’t too bad. It is always good to be challenged on your bike and remember to respect the weight of a big ass Harley-Davidson bagger in these situations. Sarah impressed the hell out of me. She kept up and bumped her bad ass music the whole way like it was just another day.

Sarah and I both needed a pee break so Jim pulled over at a rest stop. It was at a lake and was beautiful but the gravel hill down to the bathroom with the small turn around was a bit daunting so we all parked our bikes on the road and Sarah and I walked down to the outhouse. On our walk a couple in a truck pulling a motorhome slowed to make sure we were ok. While we were walking down the hill, me gimping along and Sarah taking her long strides, she shared with me her fear of a dragon fly hitting her in the face of her ¾ helmet with no shield on. She imagined it getting stuck between her cheek and the helmet and had already planned how she would calmly remove it while riding. It was a good laugh and good for the imagination. Hopefully that doesn’t happen. Right after she told me this story I went into the outhouse and low and behold there is a dragon fly staring at me from the ledge. Thankfully it was dead.

As we walked back up the hill to rejoin Barry and Jim we saw our fellow riders Julie, Chris, Mike, and Gary. We waved them on that we were ok and just taking a break but they all pulled in behind us on the road and parked. We chatted with everyone about the crazy construction and the ride for the day. We all headed out together so our group of 4 doubled. At this point I was starting to get a little worried about the gas. We were going to stop in Beaver Creek but Barry wanted better fuel so we kept going. From that point there pretty much was no gas…anywhere! So we had this group behind us and I was getting low fuel indicators on my bike. I saw a fuel stop just before Destruction Bay but Jim kept on riding. I knew Sarah and Barry had to be low as well, so I rode up next to Jim and told him I needed gas. He signaled that there was gas ahead so I trusted him. As I was panicking about gas, I saw a big brown off to the side of the road. I waved and pointed and made my best bear signal of both hands up in claws like a bear standing on back legs…or at least that’s what I imagined it looked like. I saw the grizzly as he moseyed toward the woods, unfortunately no one else saw him. Meanwhile, Sarah is on “Lo” and no longer getting a mileage reading and I am on 11 miles. Of course, Jim was correct and there was gas just ahead.

So the whole pack pulled in and got gas, ate some snacks, drank some water (except Barry…he had beer) and bullshitted about the day. From there we only had about 60 miles to get to Haines Junction. The road was great and the weather continued to be perfect. We made it to our respective lodging and Sarah and I sat at the bar in the sun on the deck to write this blog. If anything exciting happens, beyond the lady riding by with a cat on her 4wheeler, I will include it in the blog tomorrow

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Rogue Riders 2018 Day 1

Posted on 08/16/2018 by hogalaska

Anchorage, AK – Tok, AK 340 miles

I woke up this morning with nervous anticipation. I am usually excited about these epic motorcycle adventures, but this trip is going to be different. The week prior to our ride to Milwaukee the House of Harley-Davidson hosted our 3rd annual Spenard Bike Week, and like all rally’s it was full of parties, memories and some mayhem. One casualty of the event was my right knee. Unfortunately, I do not have some epic motorcycle accident or bear attack to blame…I was two stepping and when my partner went to dip me, my slightly impaired dance skills had my leg in the completely wrong position and POP there went my knee. I completely dislocated it. I am very familiar with this injury, as I had the same injury 3 times on my left knee in high school before I finally got surgery. So, here I was, 6 days before I am supposed to be on the road to Milwaukee with a bum knee. I decided it wasn’t going to stop me so I bought a couple braces and here I am, day 1 complete.

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There are 21 of us, Rogue Rider’s heading to Milwaukee from Alaska. We are a diverse group and I look forward to chatting with everyone about their first day, their motivations for coming on this trip and their plans for Milwaukee. Every time I have done this trip I have made new friends and tons of memories.

Barry (my dad) met me at my house, and I was a little slow to get out the gate trying to get all my gear on with a bum leg! Thank God we had some men’s nylon pants that were waterproof and warm so I could wear leggings and my knee brace under them! We were headed to meet Sarah Coe (Marketing Director for my company and my close friend) as well as Jim Lebiedz (HOG Chapter 66 Director and my close friend) at a Chevron on Muldoon. When Barry and I rolled in a few minutes late, I found Sarah and Jim as well as Levi (Sarah’s significant other) and a good friend and customer Eric Thurston. We all hugged and chatted then Eric (Black Sheep Motorcycle Ministry) prayed for us.

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We got our tunes synced up and hit the road! As we left town the weather was decent and not too cold. We were cruising along with Jim in front, then me, then Sarah and then Barry in the back. Barry came zooming up past me on the right and signaled that he wanted to pull over. We all got behind him and he signaled to take the Old Glenn Hwy exit. I was thinking in my head “well that is a fun road and what is an extra couple miles??” but Jim missed the memo and didn’t exit but Barry, myself and Sarah did. We got to the top and he headed straight for the on-ramp back onto the Glenn (not the Old Glenn) and pulled over and stopped. I hollered “What are you doing?” and he responded “I need to put on my lowers.” So, we sat there as he put on his lowers with Jim gaining more and more distance on us.

It is probably a good thing Barry put his lowers on, because the weather only go worse. As we got out of Palmer and Sutton and climbed elevation the temperature dipped to about 40*s and was wet. We had planned to ride all the way to Glennallen. As we were heading that way I realized that I was literally matching my remaining gas mileage with the distance to Glennallen. So, rather than risk not making it and being the first one to run out of gas, I told Jim we needed to stop at Eureka for me to get some gas and pee…Jim begrudgingly agreed.

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When we arrived at Eureka, I got gas and we all took a break. We headed into the lodge, used the restroom and started adding layers of gear. We finally got all geared up and by our bikes when I asked the group “are we eating in Glennallen?”. Jim and I both agreed the food at Eureka would be better than Glennallen for food, so we all took off all the layers we had just painstakingly put on and sat down and ate some food.

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As we headed out the clouds had moved on and we managed to not get into anymore rain. We made it to Glennallen and got some gas. Sarah and I switched to our open face helmets with faith that we would not get into anymore rain. Jim looked at me and said “we are going to hit more rain on the way to Tok”

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and I confidently argued “we will hit NO MORE RAIN.”

Guess who was right….

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Me of course! So, I got to rock out to some tunes with my half helmet on and my sweet new Oakleys. So much more comfortable than my full face on my bagger. We had some fun terrain on the road to Tok. Sarah said “I am now sure that my Harley-Davidson is an adventure bike a crotch rocket and it handled that road great!” We all had fun on the challenging road that Gary Delk (one of our Rogue Riders) described as getting him to do some Dukes of Hazzard stunts on his new bike! Along that Tok ride we only stopped one more time at a rest stop and stretched our legs before we finished our last stretch. What an interesting town Tok is…we got to our hotel and checked in. Sarah and I got back on our bikes to find a bar so I could medicate my knee and write my blog. As we headed out of the parking lot I looked to the right and realized that there was one next door, so we parked the bikes 20 ft from our room and we sat at the Bear’s Den to grab a drink and write this blog. From there we met a large part of our group for dinner at Fast Eddies. Everyone had a great day and is ready to get into Canada tomorrow!

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Downtown Soup Kitchen Hope Center Selected as 2018 Live Ride Partner

Posted on 03/22/2018 by hogalaska

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All funds generated by the 20th annual Live Ride motorcycle raffle & event will be donated to the Downtown Soup Kitchen Hope Center to further their mission of restoring hope, renewing hearts, and transforming lives.
The House of Harley-Davidson has chosen the Downtown Soup Kitchen Hope Center (DHC) to receive the funds generated from their 20th annual “Live Ride” event, which will take place on Saturday, July 21, 2018. The 2017 Live Ride event garnered over $37,000, and since its inception, the event has raised over 1 million dollars for charity.

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The fundraiser consists of a raffle drawing for a new Harley-Davidson motorcycle (donated by the House of Harley-Davidson) and a motorcycle ride to a grand finale party. The party is held at Denali Harley-Davidson in Wasilla, where the winner of the motorcycle’s name is drawn. In addition to the drawing for the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, riders who go on the annual Live Ride will have access to the party with live music, food and more prize drawings.
Individual raffle tickets are $20 each and the ride is $50 per person which includes 1 raffle ticket. Tickets and rider registration will be available this April at Harley-Davidson locations in Anchorage, Wasilla & Soldotna and at special events thanks to the hard work of dedicated volunteers within the motorcycle community.

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The DHC mission is to provide a hand up and out of homelessness. “They were chosen because their programs do so much more than feed and shelter the homeless,” says Dia Matteson, Dealer Principal. “They offer their ‘guests’ a safe-haven and home, the opportunity to learn new skills and build their resumes, and, of vital importance, they provide the amenities necessary to prepare for successful job interviews: showers and nice clean clothing.”
Private donations of food and money enable the DHC to meet the needs of their guests. However, they also help themselves by way of their Culinary and Bakery Program and Feed Me Hope Bakery that use catering to help off-set the costs of keeping the Women’s Shelter open year-round.
It is not just the guests who benefit from the DHC’s warm and encouraging atmosphere. All Anchorage homeless who enter their Soup Kitchen receive a meal and a safe place for fellowship or to rest or to listen to music. The DHC has been serving neighbors in need for over 30 years, more than 160 people volunteer weekly, they serve 450 to 600 cups of soup daily and they prepare 142,000 meals annually. For more information on the Downtown Soup Kitchen Hope Center, email info@downtownhopecenter.org or call 277-4302.

For information on how to get involved or contribute to Live Ride, please contact Sarah Coe email: Marketing@harleyalaska.com phone: (907)248-5300

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Harley-Davidson Invests in Alta Motors; Companies will Collaborate on Future Electronic Motorcycle Product Development

Posted on 03/01/2018 by hogalaska

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MILWAUKEE (March 1, 2018) – Harley-Davidson, Inc. (NYSE: HOG) announced today that it has made an equity investment in Alta Motors, a leader and innovator in lightweight electric vehicles, and that the two companies will collaborate on electric motorcycle technology and new product development.

“Earlier this year, as part of our 10-year strategy, we reiterated our commitment to build the next generation of Harley-Davidson riders, in part, by aggressively investing in electric vehicle (EV) technology,” said Harley-Davidson President and CEO Matt Levatich. “Alta has demonstrated innovation and expertise in EV and their objectives align closely with ours. We each have strengths and capabilities that will be mutually beneficial as we work together to develop cutting-edge electric motorcycles.”

Harley-Davidson has already announced the planned launch of its first electric motorcycle, informed by Project LiveWire™. That motorcycle is on track for release in 2019.

 
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Since its inception, Alta Motors has designed and commercialized the world’s most advanced electric motorcycles, enabling everyone from pro riders to new riders to experience “the future of fast.”
“Riders are just beginning to understand the combined benefits of EV today, and our technology continues to progress,” said Alta Motors Chief Product Officer and Co-Founder, Marc Fenigstein. “We believe electric motorcycles are the future, and that American companies have an opportunity to lead that future. It’s incredibly exciting that Harley-Davidson, synonymous with motorcycle leadership, shares that vision and we’re thrilled to collaborate with them.”
As electric-drive innovation brings new levels of ease, accessibility and control, Harley-Davidson and Alta Motors aim to attract new audiences who are inspired by motorcycles and drawn to the “twist-and-go” ease and exhilaration of an electric motorcycle with no gears or clutch.
“We believe that EV is where global mobility is headed and holds great appeal for existing riders as well as opportunity to bring new riders into the sport,” said Levatich. “We intend to be the world leader in the electrification of motorcycles and, at the same time, remain true to our gas and oil roots by continuing to produce a broad portfolio of motorcycles that appeal to all types of riders around the world.”

About Harley-Davidson Motor Company

Since 1903, Harley-Davidson Motor Company has fulfilled dreams of personal freedom with cruiser, touring and custom motorcycles, riding experiences and events, and a complete line of Harley-Davidson motorcycle parts, accessories, general merchandise, riding gear and apparel. For more information, visit http://www.h-d.com.

About Alta Motors

Alta Motors is a global leader in electric motorcycles and lightweight EV drivetrains with a proprietary technology platform that offers new levels of energy density and performance. It leads the industry with a complete portfolio of battery and drivetrain components, a fleet of motorcycles manufactured at its world-class Brisbane, CA facility and a trophy-case of podium finishes. Alta’s award-winning Redshift platform is now available to riders at 44 U.S. dealerships across 19 states. Please visit us at: https://www.altamotors.co/.

 

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