Mother Road” Ride ‘05

January 28-29, 2005

 

By Frank Colver

 

This was the third year that we (the SoCal Chapter) did this ride on old U.S. Route 66 starting in Ludlow, riding to Goffs this time, and returning to Ludlow by the same route. This was an increase in mileage, from the previous years, to a total of 155 miles round trip. As usual, we only saw a few cars along the way.

 

The weather this year was cool and breezy, on the Saturday of the ride. However, compared to the day before – heavy rain, and the day after – strong “Santa Ana” winds, it was the best of those. We did get a couple of very light sprinkles on the ride and a brief hail storm while we basked in the warmth of the old Goffs schoolhouse (now a museum). Possibly because of the threatening weather, we did not get the turnout for the ride that we had last year. The riders were: Myself on my 1936 BSA Y13 (750 vee-twin), Jim Falk on his BMW R69S, Ralph Krogh on his Ariel Red Hunter (350), and Dave Cook on his Ariel Square Four. For the first time this year we did have trouble trucks – which turned out good for me - more on that later. Ralph’s brother Jerry drove Ralph’s truck, Tom Hart came out in his beautiful ’39 truck,  (sans motorcycle), as did Erhard and Judy Hirschfelder. They drove their truck down from their mountain home without the motorcycle-trailer because the road was covered in snow.

 

The old, nearly “ghost town”, of Goffs was our turn around point and lunch stop. This town was started in 1883 as a railroad stop and later became a hub of mining, ranching, and a place to re-supply along the original route of US-66. For more on Goffs refer to the “Brief History of Goffs” article, on our chapter web site.

 

Because of the weather we ate our lunches, carried along by the trouble trucks this year, inside the restored old school house. This place has become a repository of old articles and photos from the history of the Eastern Mojave Desert. Out in the spacious yard, there are examples of antique mining and ranching machinery as well as some cars and trucks.

 

We were greeted by Dennis Casebier and his wife Jo Ann. They are largely responsible for the formation of the “Mojave Desert Heritage & Cultural Association” and the preservation of the historic schoolhouse as well as other historic buildings and artifacts in the area. When I arrived, Dennis met me down at the corner and announced that they had fired up the old stove in the schoolhouse and that it was “toasty warm” inside. I stopped shivering long enough to thank him and then rode on into the schoolyard.

 

Inside several of the “locals” had set up tables for us to eat our lunches.   A side line here: At our general meeting, in September, a discussion of amenities on our various rides started. Not based on the fun of the ride but just the amenities provided. Then someone rated several rides. Borrego got a 5, Joshua Tree a 1, and Route 66 a –0.5. When I heard that, I made it my goal to bring it up to a 0 this year with club supplied lunches.  Dennis started us off with a brief rundown on the history of the place. It was very interesting but remembering the “cowboy” incident on the Tehachapi ride two years ago, we did start bringing in the lunch stuff after about fifteen minutes. The discussions of history continued as we ate.

 

Judy discovered that the computer in the schoolhouse had voter registration records from Needles, CA going back many years. Her Grandparents had lived there, so Dennis looked them up for her. Soon she started making a big fuss, horrified at what her grandmother had chosen to do in her life. I thought she must have read that her grandmother had run a brothel - instead it turned out that she was a Democrat!

 

After about two hours of eating, talking, and looking at various historic “goodies” we got ready to start our ride back to Ludlow. I had planned on us starting back on a different route to Essex but a persistent heavy rain could be seen in that direction and it didn’t appear to be moving away. For some strange reason, those driving trucks didn’t seem to be concerned about this. However I made an “executive” decision to return the way we came and avoid the rain.

 

Several miles into the return ride, my Y13 started running poorly and then died a couple of times. I was concerned about spending too much time nursing it along, with 70+ miles to go, so we put it on Ralph’s truck. I then proceeded to ride back in the warmth of Tom’s truck. Ralph got back to Ludlow running on fumes because his brother (with his gas can) had fallen far behind as a result of stopping to load my bike in the truck.

 

By the time the riders got back to Ludlow they were getting pretty cold and they accused me of scuttling my bike in order to ride back in the truck. To prove them wrong, I kicked it once and the bike started and ran beautifully. I should know better than to do that! Back at my shop I did find chunks of rubber in the carburetor chamber where the metering jet resides and a fouled plug on the rear cylinder. Now do you believe me? Honest guys! I swear on my grandmother’s grave (she was a republican, as far as I know).

 

It was another great Mother Road ride again and afterward we all enjoyed the libations we brought to the “dry” town of Ludlow, along with the evening “bench” riding. The drive back home on Sunday was a bright, sunny, but windy day with fresh snow shining on the mountaintops. I shed no tears for those who chose to miss it.

 

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