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Golden-Fronted Woodpecker

Ricardo Perez


Sounds like we're grandparents again! On Saturday, April 30, 2011 I could hear the faith sound of at least one hatchling from our Woodpecker's notched out hole which serves as their home for the spring and summer.   By late afternoon the sound was much louder so I guess the hatchlings figured out that if they make enough noise they'll be fed. Both male and female are taking turns feed them by making non-stop rotations to their nest. It's interesting to see that they bring only the smallest of insects to feed their young and as they grow so will the size of their meals. Neither one spends much time in the nest except at dusk when they both enter for the night and exiting at dawn to start their feeding rotations.

Our woodpecker couple from last year have made it back to their hollow in a tree trunk by our bedroom. Last year they twice raised two pair of hatchlings. They returned on Good Friday and are taking turns going in and out as well as spending the night in their hollow. I'll keep this post updated on their progress.  I think that they are the Golden-Fronted Woodpecker since the male only has a red cap on head verses the entire head and neck on the Red-Bellied Woodpecker. I'll check for more distinguishing marks as the spring progresses.

Why do you ride a motorcycle?

Tomas Perez



If you have spent any time riding a motorcycle you always get the question "why do you ride that thing?". I always hesitate at least a few seconds before I say anything. Keep in mind that it is never the motorcycle rider that asks the question.

I grew up liking mechanical things... especially engines. In my early years I put small lawnmower engines on bicycles. They were very crude but they served as my first motorized transportation. Years later when I went to college I moved up - if you want to call it that - to a 1953 Cushman scooter that cost me $50. It was my only transportation. It would do 50 mph drafting a tractor trailer. That scooter never gave me problems but it did break a front fork by the front axle. I used wire to hold it together but running down the road I could see it bouncing up and down. Not very smart of me.

It wasn't until I was in my mid 20's that I got my first real motorcycle - a 1973 Honda 500Four. I rode it everywhere. I looked for excuses to go somewhere so that I could ride it. I was in college when I mentioned to a motorcycle friend that as soon as the semester was over I wanted to ride to Big Bend National Park along the border of South Texas. It was to be my first real tour with a total of 600 miles each way. By the way, my friend was riding a 500cc two stroke Kawasaki motorcycle. We lubed the chains at every gas stop. It was a one week trip and we camped the whole time. How we carried all our gear on those motorcycles with no saddle bags I do not know.

After that bike came a series of Honda and BMW bikes and of course many more tours and rallies. In addition to those formal rides I also joined a local motorcycle club so that I would have several short rides every month.

Well, that's a brief history of how I got started with motorcycles. It covers a span of a little over 40 years and I still find it hard answering the question of why do I ride. Of course the simple answer for me is that I like it but that almost always requires that I qualify that answer. Sometimes I answer by saying "I don't know". That usually ends that topic. I think I have many answers and not simply one reason for riding. I like the quiet thinking time when I am riding long distance. I like the sensation of motion/speed. I like how you can smell what is around you. At this time of year (Spring) it is awesome as you ride by different fields both man made and natural. I like that I am covering as much as 50 miles for every gallon of gasoline. I like the power to weight ratio of a motorcycle. I'm sure there are more reasons I can't think of right now (like that motorcycles are pretty).

I would like to make this post interactive. I would like for you to post in the comments section your reason for riding. If you see your answer already posted by someone else continue to write your answer also. That will give us an idea what the most popular reasons are for the riding that we do. So... have at it... post your answers.

Thanks in advance for your input,
tsp



Bugs On Motorcycle Fairings: Spring Time

Ricardo Perez


Winter has disappeared in most of Texas and spring is bursting upon us. It's the best riding time, but there's one little problem: bugs, butterflies, and bees are in the air and certain to hit your bike and/or you while you cruise down the highway.  Flying bugs and butterflies aren't much of a problem unless you're doing about 70mph and happen to hit a June bug with your face. I once had a June bug hit me on the cheek and I thought I'd been shot with a 22 caliber bullet. That's only happen twice in many miles on the road so I don't worry too much about it.
Cleaning that mess on your fairing is another matter. A few years back I was in Alpine, Texas and a fellow rider saw my bike and said he could help clean that mess. He sprayed some liquid on the bugs and "magic" it worked! The liquid started boiling away the bug mess. I asked what special spray that was and he said it was just hydrogen peroxide from his bathroom vanity. Makes sense since bugs are mostly protein the hydrogen peroxide starts to work right away. Another modern miracle! 
Bugs are a nuisance, but bees sting! If you're allergic you'd better carry your antidote. My wife and I were once on a narrow highway in the mountains of Mexico somewhere near San Miguel de Allende when I had a bee fly up my left sleeve and sting me on the forearm. I couldn't pull over and I couldn't take my hand off the throttle so I just hit my arm on my leg and swung it around to get that bee out. I don't know if I was successful, but after a little while I could feel the sting in my arm and the pain radiating up my arm. It wasn't very painful it was just the thought that the sting was traveling up my arm, soon to reach my heart, and that had me in a panic. I didn't die and the pain went away, but since then I always carry one of those Benadryl spot treatment sticks and pills with me just in case.
Spring - a beautiful time of year.