Hello, I'm Gwen.


I’ve been riding since an early spring day in 1999 when I was filling up my 1985 Dodge Caravan with fuel. I kinda threw a fit at the pump. See, I thought it cost a lot of money to fill up. I said out loud, “I’m going to buy a motorcycle!”



I drove straight to the Honda shop, walked in and when the salesman asked, “Can I help you?” I said “I want to buy a motorcycle”. Even as the words fell out of my mouth, I couldn’t believe I was the one speaking them.



The look on his face when I answered his questions was priceless, “No, I’ve never even sat on one. No, I have no idea what kind of bike I want. No, I’ve not taken any motorcycle classes. Yes, I’m sure I want to buy a motorcycle”



To his credit he did the right thing in my opinion. He sold me a used Honda Rebel and helped me pick out my first riding gear, a helmet, Joe Rocket jacket and gloves. Of course I had to wait for them to deliver the bike the following week, so I went to the DMV for my endorsement. A week later it arrived. The delivery guy took an hour showing and explaining to me where the gas goes, all the controls, how to adjust the chain and some general safety tips like don’t break in turns and what to do if I get a flat tire. Then it hit me! Holy shit! I bought a motorcycle!!!



I walked past it for a week to drive my van to work, still thinking ‘What the hell were you thinking Gwen’. I was scared shitless to tell my parents. How silly is that, I was 37 years old. But I knew they are NOT going to like it and have never had issues with expressing their thoughts. Don’t get me wrong, they love me and only want what’s best for me.



Well, the weekend had arrived and it was time to go to work. In the mid afternoon, I walked around the bike like I was dancing with a cobra, afraid to touch it yet fascinated by it. So beautiful, so deadly. Like the old folks used to say, ‘you need to poop or get off the pot’. So I donned my riding gear for the first time, and all the while feeling like an astronaut suiting up to head into the unknown. The metaphor was not wasted on me. I sat on the bike for the first time and studied the controls as I ran my fingers over them and softly spoke their names under my breath, “throttle”, “clutch”, “front break” “lights”.



My right hand grasped the key and turned it to ‘on’ and ………….. I pushed the start button. Oh my God! That was so cool! I thought. The bike purred and something sleeping in my soul stirred. I felt it move, and a broad smile broke like the morning sun across my face. The thing inside me blinked and looked around.



At the time, I lived on 60 acres with a mile to the first pavement and that concerned me, but there was nothing I could do about it, so I gently rolled on the throttle and eased out on the clutch and the bike rolled forward.



I made it to the pavement without dropping it and felt damn lucky though it never behaved like I was going to. I then rode up and down the blacktop until I was sure I could make it go, stop and turn. I figured that’s all I needed to know. (Boy, was I naive, but that’s for another time) I rode back home, found an old backpack, and stuffed my nursing uniform, shoes, comb and lunch in it.



Upon closing the door to leave for work that night, I knew my life had changed, though to what degree I was oblivious. I rode 60+ miles to work on 55mph roads doing 45mph and waving all the traffic behind around me because I was too frightened to go faster. (I got over that to within one point of losing my license)



By the time I arrived at work and parked the bike, the once sleeping entity was fully awakened. It was excited, impassioned and most of all joyful. It was ebullient! And I reflected that feeling in my smile and my pounding heart.



That was 1999 and since that day I never looked back. I rode over 20,000 miles that year. Learned how to deal with the weather, the road and traffic. I have since been through the Honda Rebel, a Honda Shadow 600, a Honda 1300 VTXc, (2) 2005 BMW R1200ST’s and now only have my 1993 K1100RS (which I’ve had for years) Every year after 1999 I rode 30,000 to 40,000 miles and in 2006 I rode 60,300 miles. My total now is a little over 300,000.



In time, I eventually took the MSF courses. I rode 100% alone until 2004. I have had several crashes and walked away from them all by the grace of God and wearing all the gear didn’t hurt. All totaled I've broken my (L) collar bone twice times and the (R) collar bone once in three separate crashes, broke my sternal-clavical joint with cardiac contusion, 3 ribs, ACL and MCL right knee, concussion where I lost 95% of 9 days memory, burst fracture T6, fracture T7, and fractures of T5 through T10 left lateral spinus processes.



I’ve hit a car, a dog and deer, a guardrail and the road. I’ve known the exquisite pain of frozen hands and exalted in beat-to-death exhaustion from a 1500-mile day. I’ve known the love of strangers that helped this wayward traveler with a tank of gas, directions, a warm, safe bed to rest my road-weary bones and helping hands with open hearts that helped me do a trannyectony / clutchectomy on my K1100RS while broke down in High Level, Alberta. I’ve known the joy of shared stories of the road with other riders that “get it” and feel the acceptance of my fellow riders around a crackling fire. I’ve slept on the road by or on my bike and felt she was watching over me. I’ve posed her with signs and flowers and mountains and at time when she was naked on the lift getting some maintenance or a new toy.



I love my black K1100RS like no bike I’ve even known. Her official name is Ichimokusan, which means “as fast as I can go” but her nickname is The Shop Whore. Within 2 years from the date of purchase, she cost me over $10,000, (long story) but I loved her like an S&M mistress. No matter how she hurt my wallet, I kept going back for more. Love is a strange thing indeed.




In High Level, AB while on a solo 20,000 mile ride my K1100RS's input shaft striped the clutch plate. The whole story starts here >>> Where in the world is Shoganai?

The 10 day Trannyectomy and repair starts here. >>> Where in the world is Shoganai? - Page 40







Putting it back together.

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I’ve taken my K11 here - Inuvik

























And my R1200ST















This is a funny pic. I had been alone for the last 30 miles thru the woods when these guys caught up with me.





All of that just to tell you the kind of rider I am. I've been told more than a few times I'm crazy so I'm pretty used to the forthcoming 'What the **** are you thinking'


Ok, on to the Dusty Butt


I'm very, very seriously considering it.
I've been in contact with an IBA member who will be my contact/witness/tracker.
He gave me a GPX map, rules, required proof data, and I have the time this summer.
I’ve completed a SS1000 and a BBG.

I'll be doing it solo.
Why alone, because I'm always happier riding alone. I worry the most about flat tires and those that the holes are too big to plug and rain. I also worry about washing out at speed on street tires.

The math as I understand it

Avg. overall speed of 49 = 22:00 Est. moving speed = 52
Avg. overall speed of 51 = 21:00 Est. moving speed = 55
Avg. overall speed of 53 = 20:30 Est. moving speed = 57


The above includes 4 fuel stops @ 20min each.
I also have 8 waypoints I must stop at and answer a question.


So roughly it works out to 57- 59 mph on dirt for 22-23 hours.


The way I see this ride, or any solo ride is this; I’m not the only human in the world, I’m never truly alone, someone will always come along on most any road I travel. That, and I can always walk out if I can’t ride out. And if my life needed saving, I would burn my motorcycle as a smoke signal.

But no matter whether I complete the ride within 24 hours or 48 hours or never, it will be an adventure and that’s all I really want out of this.


I need advice on pre-trip planning and special concerns about high mileage dirt rides.


Thank you for reading all that.

Ride with joy,
Gwen

You will need bike suitable for DUSTY BUTT good planing, testing, training and do it again test, practise, test and try cut off every second.

We will do DUSTY BUTT 1000K in Finland next summer because every inch of tarmac will be count off so doing 1000 km gravel we must ride > 1300 km total.
That's not official IBA ride but we do it for testing for SS1000 DUSTY BUTT what will become later on our schedules.

So thing with DUSTY BUTT we don't have gravel roads or trails fast enough in Finland that we can do it 1000 miles / 24h in speed limits that's why DUSTY BUTT 1000K

Here is how you do it in winter time it's called ICE BUTT when temp is all the time under -20 C and lowest was -30 C

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Thank you Capo Sakke.

Well even if I can't complete that route w/i the alotted time, I'll still have fun and it will count towards practice.

No time to practice before then due work and the distance to the route start point is ~1,300 miles.

Hi Gwen,
Welcome to HU .
I have enjoyed reading your reports on Advrider and wish you the best on your DUSTYBUTT !
The world needs more gals like you !

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So where are you going to ride a contiguous 1k miles on gravel. I have thought of doing the dempster up and back and a bit extra in 24 hours if I could time the ferries.

Thank you Dodger.

Here is a screen shot from the GPX file given to me from the man who rode and planned the route.




I was thinking last night...would it be advised to lower the air pressure in my tires and if so, how much?

If then, would I need to add air when leaving dirt to get fuel?

have you really researched and done much high speed riding on gravel with a streetbike? If the beemer in the photos is your bike for the dusty butt take it out and ride it at speed in the dirt. The problem I see is that all roads turn at some point and slowing a heavy realatively small wheeled bike on gravel is more dificult than maintaining 80mph. I have done numerous 1K in 24's on pavement and more than a few 500+ mile 12 hour days on mostly gravel and all of those were on larger road bikes with street tires. Lowering the tire pressure might make things easier but I would worry about hitting larger bumps and breaking the tire carcass (done that) or overheating the tire (see 80mph speeds required to maintain an averge speed with corners and fall downs). All in all it sure sound like fun.

Thank you for the reply.

Yes, it will be a K1100RS.

Yes, I've ridden a fair amount of dirt and gravel on the K1100RS and on my R1200ST. My husband rides a GS and a KTM and I have chased him around the east and mid-west a lot. He will wait for me at the turns but I hate to make him wait and I like going fast so that has pushed me to handle speed on dirt better.

While riding to Alaska thru BC, ALB and Yukon Terr. I did many, many miles as fast as I could on the dirt/gravel roads.

Re: tire pressure, that's what I was thinking as well, but had to ask.

Yes, I'll lose most of my time in the turns. (what I'm about to say is going to freak some people out, sorry)

To make up for time lost in the turns and the fact that I'll be on a street bike I will be placing a 10F foley catheter so I'll not have to disrobe to pee.
I'm a nurse x 13 years so I know what I'm doing, and I've done it before for another IBA ride.

That will save time and I'll be more inclined to drink more not fearing the time lost having to stop to pee.

You guys can get by with condom cath, girls, not so much.

Dodger, check your PM's please.