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Bennington Triumph Bash

6/4/2013

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June 1st, Bennington Vermont to participate in the Triumph Bash.  This was the first time camping carrying all my stuff on a motorcycle.  I love camping but I always bring my truck loaded with everything.  I hate carrying extra gear on my motorcycle.  However, if I want to do a world tour someday, I must learn how to camp by carrying my stuff on the bike. 

This year I invested in good camping gear designed to carry on a motorcycle.  Purchased the NEMO Moto 1P and it fits nicely in my small saddle bags.  However, it is bit small and my helmet and boots do not fit.  I managed to keep my helmet in my trunk/tail bag as it is secure with lock and waterproof.  My motorcycle riding boots tucked in a large plastic bag outside of the tent.  My previous camping experiences taught me well.  The tent is super nice and all I need to be comfortable for the night.

I arrived alone at the campsite and shared the big area reserved by Seth from the Connecticut Rockers.  I pull in and there were quite a few tents and Seth was working the fire pit.  I was greeted by all with such a warm welcome.  There were a few women with their husbands and they came over and asked if I was staying alone.  I said, "Yes".  Their response was, "You are one brave woman to just ride out and camp in a group alone."  I thought, "Well, I follow other women riding around the world alone and camping, why can't I do it?"  I did not say anything to the women, but at times, I do worry for myself.  I started setting up my little tent and it took me about 2 hours.  The guys kept coming over to talk with me.  Such a wonderful way to set up a tent, the nicest bunch of people.  The night was the typical motorcycle camping night where everyone sits around the campfire until 2 in the morning, then get up with the chirping birds tired.  ;-)



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I had the smallest tent but it provides all the comfort I could ask for for a good night sleep.
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I go into town to meet a Rachel who presented herself on the TriumphRat.net forum as the "the tall girl on the bird".  I love the TriumphRat forum, there is always someone willing to meet up with you.   On the ride to meet people, my front tire was low on air.  I had ordered some new Avon tires but by the time I received them, it was too late to install them.  I thought, "heck, if I rode my Bonnie from Panama with bad tires and sprockets, Bennington is just up the street, I can survive it".  The weekend riding would have been more enjoyable if I had ordered the tires earlier in the season.

I ride down and meet up with the groups.  While sitting waiting for the ride to start, someone took this photo and posted it on the forum.  There were hundreds of bikes in the lot and it seemed like my bike was the dirtiest and fully loaded with bags.  I did not feel comfortable removing my bags and leaving them behind at the campground unsecured.  The dirty bike, well, it is what it is....   I ride so much that I cannot find the time to wash my bike after every ride.  Let's be real, the bike is designed to be riding collecting dirt, ha!!

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A little chaos in the beginning while the groups were being organized.  I was recruited by separate groups and it was hard deciding.  I decided to stay with the group Rachel gathered since we had agreed to ride together.  The other groups were all men, very few females.  Sure enough, excellent choice.  7 Triumph Thunderbird owners with brand new shiny clean motorcycles.  I was the only oddball with the dirty Bonneville.  The group accepted me so well.  The ride in Vermont offered some spectacular riding via routes 9, 100, 155, 103, 4 and 12.  All beautiful twisting roads with rivers alongside and bridges.  We did not see any of the beautiful covered bridges, but I've seen plenty of those to quench my thirst.  The heat, lack of sleep, faulty tires and bad sprocket made riding feel long and boring.  To be honest, I did not enjoy the ride, only the group of people that I was with.  The guys were so nice to me.  At one point I shared my feelings with Rachel about the ride, her comment was, "Madeleine, you have done so much riding in your career with greater challenges on the road, now riding to you is about the destination, not about riding in circles like we did today".  OMG, it was like she knew exactly what I was going through.  She has only been riding a little over a year.  How did she know how I felt?  Amazing!!! 

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My Spot tracker, apparently we did about a 200 mile loop in Vermont.
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In my motorcycle riding career, I have been on hundreds of group rides with men.  Never have any stopped to see birds in a sanctuary.  Yes, this group did.  I did not enter because I don't like seeing birds in cages.  That is why I ride a motorcycle for the freedom and air.  When I drive my truck, I feel caged, imagine the birds.

After the ride, I went and gathered my gear at the campsite and stayed in a motel, I needed some sleep.  The guys convinced me to pay the $25 for the buffet and participate in the evening's ceremony.  Here again, another super amazing decision, the food was spectacular, met so many nice people and made new friends. I never win anything at these events and this time I won a t-shirt.  I don't like wearing t-shirts unless they have a special reason and a v-neck.  One of the guys I made friends with Gerry, mentioned he has a daughter, I gave him the shirt for his daughter.  He had bought me a few beers, why not, give him the shirt.  Very nice man, a new found friend.

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I look so smart with my glasses, wink, wink!!
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Breakfast stop on Sunday before coming home. 
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The entertainment during breakfast. Our table had the broken one. Elvis, where were you?
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Appalachian Trail marker points that way.
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I did my prayers to the Massachusetts torch to relieve me from paying so much taxes.  Yeah, right, like that is going to happen.  Hehehe!
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Still praying for no more taxes!!!
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Let the photo speak for itself.  Rachel recommended to stop here on the way home.  It is the highest peak in Massachusetts.
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Yup, classic MissRIDER photo.
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Oh the men, just love them. Always having fun with them.
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Walking to the top was closed for renovations.  Apparently you could see NYC and Boston from the top.  Hhhhhmmmm, I don't believe that, will have to visit again once repairs are done.
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Since they did not have a v-neck female shirt and I could not afford it, I took a picture instead.
1 Comment
Sash link
6/7/2013 03:53:03 pm

Oh Madeline, it looks like such fun!! I would love to ride with a big group like that!
I love camping, so that part wouldn't bother me. I think I sleep best in cold air, cuddled up with my honey (or my daughter, my old camping buddy), snoring the night away. We often talk of camping but our ride prohibits that this year.
I want to meet you so much! I hope we can get together when I get in your neck of the woods, or at least to the East Coast!
Smooches,
Sash
www.SashMouth.com

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