I’m in no rush to leave the tent this morning. The wind blew all night long and is still blowing hard. It’s cold and damp. Canvas pops and snaps, the tent inflates and deflates as if it is a breathing thing. I’ll have a second cup of coffee.
Having coffee in a hurricane.
The vintage motocross races at Laguna Seca are situated over the hill, towards the north. It’s a natural terrain course just like the tracks these vintage motorcycles ran on way back when. No manufactured hazards like triples or whoops. Any whoops on this track are made by churning knobbies. So of course I love it.
Laguna has more CZs in one place than I’ve ever seen. A bunch of Honda Elsinores and BSA 4-strokes populate the area. Less popular are Yamahas, Kawasakis and Suzukis.
The BSAs were out in force. One of the few 4-strokes that could compete with the 2-strokers…if you had Banks riding it.
Four Elsinore 125s put on a hell of a show. They were swapping the lead back and forth, passing three bikes in a corner only to be re-passed the next corner. It was good, handlebar banging action. I’m going back for more today.
The motocross crowd is a bit looser than the road racers. There is a yellow rope denoting the track that you are not supposed to cross. Nobody pays attention and spectators walk rigs up to the edge of the course to yell encouragement at their buddies.
Just a few of the motocross classes. Something for experts to beginners.
One guy had a train horn attached to a battery powered compressor and when the bikes were stuffed into the corner he would blast the horn inches from the rider’s ears. You don’t get that sort of fun on the pavement over the hill.
Unlike some of the road race bikes, the motocross bikes are historically accurate. These are the bikes that actually raced back then and except for razor sharp fresh knobbies they are in a slightly beat condition.
There are a few 100-point restorations racing but those guys take it easy around the track. The Sunday riders got the same encouragement and horn as the top racers.
Tidy Penton, these were the original KTMs and beautiful bikes. The cylinders were huge square things.
In the evening I hear live music drifting in on the soaking wind, a two stroke bike circles camp and people chatter, sounding like they are right next door. I have to remind myself not to be old. Sure, I want to got to bed at 8:00 p.m. but nobody else does.
Back to the road race side of things. AHRMA is always expanding the definition of historic and they even have classes for modern motorcycles. These classes are well stocked because the bikes are easy to get and keep running. I’d say more than half the field were riding new-ish motorcycles. Our old buddies Walt Fulton and Dave Roper put in another fine showing but I kind of lost them in the multi-class race they were in. So maybe they didn’t do fine.
I’m really enjoying how well Godzilla is running down at sea level. The bike has tons of grunt and runs so smooth with the oxygen levels. Probably the humidity helps also.
I’m off to watch some racing. It’s still windy but I can’t sit in the tent all day. The neighbors will start talking about the weird old man next door.
Man I slept good last night. The combination of the new cot, air mattress and mummy bag worked to perfection. Add in the cool moist Monterey weather and the loudspeaker’s 8:15 call for a rider’s meeting was the first thing I heard. I’ve really got this camping thing down. With the added capacity of the Toyota truck I was able to bring along a few luxury items. Like a chair and an ice chest.
These Can Ams had huge cylinder fins.Can Ams also had a somewhat unusual disc valve with a long intake runner leading to a carb in the back of the engine next to your left foot.A bike I never knew about, the AMMEX motocross bike.A 1930s Husqvarna. Not much different than my 2008 version.
Unlike last year, there are no food trucks in the paddock, only the Bear and Shank which has some pretty good food at reasonable (for California) prices. The ice chest frees me of food anxiety, I’ve got plenty for the weekend.
My enduro riding buddy, Gilroy Larry, stopped by with his clean TY250 Yamaha trials bike. We rode over to the trials area but it was more secure than last year. There’s also a sweet, old-style motocross track where a guy can race his old bike without spending 95% of his time in the air. (Note to Supercross: less hang time and more racing!)
I still have one of these in boxes. It’s a C110 Honda 50. 4-speed with hand clutch and a pushrod engine. When mine ran it did around 45 miles per hour.Unusual rear wheel on a Mule flat track style bike.I had one of these also. This is a one-owner, dad’s old bike.Since we are apolitical here on ExNotes I know Berk will love this Suzuki 100.A beautiful 500 Tiger for not much money.It’s a good thing I don’t have $4500 laying around or i’d buy the Triumph.
There are entirely too damn many four-strokes out here. My era of motorcycle racing was dominated by two strokes both on the pavement and in the dirt. Flat track was the only place four-strokes were competitive and that was by favorable rules. To me, a buzzing stroker is the sound of speed.
Bikes are warming up on Laguna’s interior roads. You’ll see a full on road racer cruise by the camp if you wake up early.
The same dense air that’s makes it so easy to sleep has Godzilla running fabulously. The grunt is amazing and the smooth, steady beat makes me want to move here rather than tune for my 6000-foot elevation.
Yesterday we had no fog and the picnic table was soaking wet in the morning. This morning diaphanous clots of fog are blowing past like smoke from a fire and the picnic table is bone dry. Listen, I don’t like using diaphanous any more than you like reading it. I guess should have paid more attention in meteorology class.
There was a vintage bike show at the track. The show had a pretty decent turnout. Maybe 50 bikes showed up. I owned several of the models represented.
Nice old flathead Beemer.The evolution of Maico crankcases Part 1: 1970s.The evolution of Maico crankcases Part 2: The 1980s.
It’s hard to beat looking at old CanAm motorcycles while out on the track vintage bikes are racing by at full song.
Rookie mistake: leaving your chair outside at night. The dew is heavy at Laguna Seca and my campsite is shaded from the early morning sun.
I love the pipes on this Turnip. Not likely to drag in corners!
I’ll walk around the pits instead. No food trucks yet and the Bear + Flag doesn’t open very early. Luckily I brought along some Cafe Bustello instant.
Tech inspection. The lines were long which is a good thing for AHRMA (America Historic Racing Motorcycle Association).Triple tracker wandered into pavement world.175 Bridgestone twin. The terror of the track back in the day. Hondas didn’t even try.VP race fuel on site. Only a few bucks more that the 86/corn squeezed crap you buy on the street.Mono framed side car. Very thin aluminum. I’m shocked it doesn’t crack.Heavy side car contingent at this year’s races.
The crowd in the pit area seems to be as large as it was last year with even more Honda 160-175 twins. These things are like cockroaches while the actual bikes that raced in the 1960’s/1970’s are thin on the ground. I guess those Hondas survived because no one raced them.
Luxury accommodations at Site 110.
Even if you don’t care for motorcycles Laguna Seca is a great place to camp. I have Site 110. The trees have grown a bit and I’m worried about ground squirrels breaking into my tent and stealing my food.
There are lots on fairly modern bikes, too. At least they are modern to me; they are probably 25 years old.
I made the mistake riding into Monterey. Lots of traffic. The only restaurant open was a McDonald’s. An older lady was buying a single cigarette from a guy who was out by the parking lot. I could see the bay from McDonald’s. Inside, there was no one to take your order. Electronic kiosks were set up and you entered your order then paid at the kiosk. There were about 5 people waiting, glancing down at the bits of paper the kiosk spit out. No one was getting food. McDonald’s food is not good enough to go through the hassle, so I left.
Heading back towards the track on Highway 68 the traffic came to a halt. It took me about an hour to go 4 miles. My old Yamaha 360 did not care for this kind of treatment. Forget going anywhere from 3:00 p.m. until 7:00 p.m. In the evening I sat and watched the long line of motor homes making their way to the paddock. It was fun…to me.
Today is race school and practice. Tomorrow (Saturday) the racing starts in earnest.
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That BSA at the top of this blog was not racing. I included it for Hack.
Monsoon season has streamed into New Mexico’s upper atmosphere, hampering my concrete construction projects so I took the opportunity to settle some old scores with Godzilla, my 1971 Yamaha RT1-B Enduro. I’m getting the bike ready for a west coast trip and there were some annoying little faults I wanted to do up right before riding the California coast.
Godzilla has grown over the years. I’ve put a taller 21” front wheel on the bike and longer rear shocks. As a result the bike leans way over on the original-length kickstand. Parked in the shed I use a chunk of 2×4 to make the Yamaha sit more vertical but I’m not about to carry lumber all the way to California.
I measured the length needed, about 1-1/2-inch, and cut some tube off an old handlebar I keep around for just this purpose. I’ve been altering a lot of kickstands lately. I don’t know why I have to keep messing with kickstands but there it is. I used a piece of tube from an old floodlight frame to make a centering piece so that the three sections stay straight.
The tube from the floodlight was slotted and press fit into the extension piece.
Then all the pieces were assembled and welded together. After welding I touched up the stand with a bit of spot putty and gloss black paint.
The angle worked out great. Unfortunately the longer stand now hit the lower chain guard bolt when in the up position.
To solve this problem I added a blob of weld to the kickstand stop; this increased the clearance between the longer stand and the chain guard.
The next problem was the rear wheel sprocket carrier. This part has heavy wear as Godzilla spends most of its time in the dirt. The sprocket was alarmingly loose, not enough to throw the chain but not far from it.
There are two distinct areas of wear. The first is the hub boss that the sprocket carrier rides on. The second problem is the distance between the sprocket carrier retaining circlip and the carrier had become quite wide, meaning the clip didn’t hold the carrier tight to the hub. This allowed the carrier to wander in and out, causing even more wear on the hub boss.
To fill the gap between the hub boss and carrier I used a section of well-greased, steel measuring tape as a shim. I wound the tape around the boss and held it into position with a bit of string. To determine the thickness needed I started long and trial fit the carrier. I kept decreasing the tape length until the carrier would just slip over the shim.
For the circlip gap I was lucky and found a piece of aluminum pipe that fit nearly perfectly and trimmed off a baloney slice to use as a shim.
By trial and error I fit and re-fit the shim. I used the South Bend lathe to reduce the thickness of the shim bit by bit until the clip would fit without any back and forth play. Now the sprocket carrier is snug to the hub but still has a bit of rotational movement between the hub’s rubber cushions.
Godzilla seems to be in pretty good shape right now. It’s running a bit rough but that’s probably due to the old gas in the tank. I’ll dilute the crap gas with fresh and take the bike out for a nice long ride. See you in California!
I was downright giddy this past weekend, as I was about to do something I had never done before. When you’re my age and that happens, it’s something special. I was enjoying the feeling. I don’t get to experience new things too much anymore.
Right side view of my Uberti Colt Walker. It sure is pretty, but can it shoot?
The something I was about to do? I was going to shoot my 1847 Colt Walker replica revolver, a gun that is a cap and ball, black powder six shooter manufactured by Uberti in Italy. It would be the first time I had ever fired a black powder revolver, and it would be the first time I ever went through the drill of loading it myself.
There’s a bit of a story behind the Colt Walker. It’s than just a story. it’s part of our history, and it goes back to near the beginnings of the United States. Samuel Colt had invented his revolver with the 1836 Paterson model, manufactured by Colt in Paterson, New Jersey (hence the name). It was a brilliant design, but it was probably ahead of its time in an era of single shot weapons. That’s what most people thought, but Texas Ranger Captain Samuel Walker wasn’t what anyone might regard as “most people.” Walker was a Texas Ranger, and he and his men actually used the Paterson revolver in combat along the Mexican border. Colt Firearms had already failed as a business, but the Paterson revolvers did their job. Captain Walker and his Texas Rangers prevailed against their enemy.
Captain Walker wrote to Samuel Colt. Colt Firearms had folded, but Walker explained to Colt how effective his Patersons had been and he offered to help Colt design an even better handgun. This meeting of the minds led directly to the 1847 Colt Walker. As I mentioned above, mine is a reproduction of the original. I paid $343 for it about 5 years ago. Original Colt Walkers bring more than million dollars when they trade hands today (only a few exist of the 1000 Colts produced for the US Army and 100 Sam Colt made for marketing purposes).
Gus McCrae and his Colt Walker. I’ll bet he was sporting a Uberti when they filmed Lonesome Dove.
Modern firearms use cartridges that already have the primer, propellant, and bullet contained in the cartridge case. All we have to do is load the cartridge(s) and fire the gun. Cap and ball revolvers are different. Loading and firing them requires a series of steps far more complicated than firing a modern cartridge gun. Loading and firing a cap and ball revolver requires the following:
Inserting a measured amount of black powder (gunpowder, so to speak) into each of the revolver’s chambers.
Inserting a greased wad over the gunpowder.
Lubricating the bullet (typically referred to as the “ball” because the bullet is a cast round ball).
Positioning the ball over the chamber mouth.
Rotating the cylinder to position the ball under the revolver’s ram.
Using the ram to seat the ball in the chamber.
Filling the space above the ball with “grease” (a mixture of lard and other things).
Placing a percussion cap on each of the cylinder’s six nipples (the cap is the primer that ignites when the hammer hits it to initiate the gunpowder’s controlled rapid burn).
After doing all the above, I would then be able to fire six shots from my Walker.
Yours truly and good buddy Paul. We’ve known each other for more than 70 years.
My lifelong friend and good buddy Paul has been shooting black powder firearms for most of his life. Me? I’m a newby. I’d never through the cap and ball loading sequence outlined above and I was plenty nervous about attempting to do so. Basically, I’d be playing with guns and explosives. I asked Paul about a thousand questions about how to do this, culminating in a visit to his rancho in northern California. Paul was informed and patient, and he had a bunch of good things to give to me when I arrived, including:
Black powder.
Caps.
Balls.
Grease.
A loading stand.
Loading tools.
I was blown away by Paul’s knowledge, generosity, and willingness to teach me how to go about loading and shooting a black powder revolver. I don’t mind telling you I was a little nervous, too.
The loading stand Paul made for me with the Uberti in place. The long rod beneath the barrel is the loading ram. It pivots to force a ball into the chamber.
Paul told me that while you can load a black powder revolver without any tools, doing so is a lot easier if you have a stand. He had made a stand for me, and it fit the Walker perfectly.
A closer view of the loading stand with its tools mounted on the base. This is a cool setup.The tool on top is used for seating the caps (as in cap and ball) on the nipples. The lower tool is the butterknife, used for spreading grease on top of a seated ball.
Paul also made up three tools to help the loading process. Two of these (the butterknife and the cap seating tool) were integrated into the loading stand. The butterknife is used to fill the cavity above the loaded chamber with grease. The cap seating tool is used to push the percussion caps onto the nipples.
Paul fabricated this gunpowder measuring and dispensing device from a .30 06 cartridge. Note the powder charge markings on the shaft. I loaded 40 grains of FFF black powder in each chamber. This is a really cool bit of workmanship.
The third tool was the loading measure. Loading a black powder revolver involves inserting a measured amount of black powder into each chamber. Paul fabricated a precision measure from a .30 06 cartridge. It was quite clever, and it demonstrated Paul’s considerable design skills. I’ve known the guy literally all my life and he’s always surprising me with things like this.
FFF black powder. It’s a lot more sensitive than the powders we use today in cartridge guns.Percussion caps. They are, in effect, primers. One goes on the nipple of each chamber. It’s the last step in the loading process. When the hammer strikes these, they ignite and light off the black powder.Greased wads. These go over the black powder in each chamber, between the black powder and the ball.Yep. I’ve got balls. Lots of them, in fact.The grease that goes on each ball before it is loaded into the chamber, and then on top of the ball to seal the loaded chamber and prevent a chain fire event.
We had a very hot weekend and to further complicate things, the road to the gun club in the San Gabriel Mountains had been closed for the last several days (we were experiencing one of our many forest fires). On Sunday afternoon, though, the heavy smoke emanating from the forest fire (I could see it from my home) had lifted. I loaded the Subaru and headed for the range. When I arrived, other than the rangemasters I was the only guy out there. I had the range to myself. It was 97 degrees, but I could take my time, focus on everything Paul taught me, and make myself a black powder shooter.
A lubed ball ready to be rammed into the chamber. Notice the cutout in the frame that allows the cylinder to rotate into position such that the ball is directly beneath the ram.
The revolver stand Paul made was awesome. It held the revolver perfectly and greatly facilitated the loading process. I set the powder measure at 40 grains (the Walker can go up to 60 grains), filled it, and poured the powder in the first chamber. That was followed by a pre-lubricated wad on top of the powder. I dipped one of the balls in the grease and seated it on top of the chamber I had just charged with powder and a wad. Then I rotated the cylinder a few degrees and forced the ball into the chamber with the revolver’s ram. Damn, that loading stand was a cool fixture. I couldn’t imagine trying to do this without it. I repeated the process five more times, and I had all six chambers charged.
After that, I buttered the tops of each chamber. The purpose of doing so is to prevent one chamber’s ignition from lighting off the other chambers (such an event is called a “chain fire”). That sometimes happened on the original Colt revolvers, it was viewed as a design flaw, and Colt’s early investors threatened to pull their funding when it first appeared. I don’t know if that’s what led to using grease on top of the seated ball. Whatever Colt did to allay their concerns, Colt’s investors hung in there with him.
The next step was to install the caps on top of the nipples. I was a little more nervous during this step. The percussion cap is what starts the ignition sequence. If one lit off during installation…well, let’s just say I probably wouldn’t be typing this story. But everything went as planned.
I was ready to go, but my hands were slippery. You know, they say you can tell how good a housepainter is by how much paint he gets on himself. By that measure, I was not a very good cap and ball revolver loader. I had grease on my hands and it made holding the heavy Walker difficult. I wiped off my hands as best I could, picked up the Walker, and drew down on the target 50 feet down range.
To say I was nervous would be an understatement. Here I was, greasy paws and all, holding this monster 5-pound revolver, trying to focus on a tiny and distant front sight while trying to keep it centered in the hammer notch that serves as the Walker’s rear sight. I felt like a little kid playing with Dad’s gun when he wasn’t home. Calm down, I thought to myself. Focus on the front sight. As I increased pressure on the trigger and tried to hold the Walker steady, I could feel Sergeant Major Emory Hickman, my Dad, and Paul watching me (even though I was the only guy out there on that very, very hot afternoon).
KA-BOOM!!!!
The big Walker barked, I saw the flash, the muzzle flipped up, I felt the recoil, and smoke filled the air. I realized again: This is a BIG gun. Hell, Walker and Colt designed it so that if you missed the bad guy, you’d kill the horse he rode in on (the literal embodiment of what you say in a verbal altercation). It was .44 Magnum of its day, the Dirty Harry handgun of 1847. Do you feel lucky, punk?
Damn right I did.
I looked downrange, and I could see the first hole I had cut through the target. It was high, but Paul told me these things all shoot way high. My bad guy was toast. Nailed him right in the neck, I did. I was in the scoring rings! Whoooowee, this was awesome!
Six holes from six balls. Not a bad group for the first time I ever fired a black powder revolver. But that hole on the left? Where did that come from?
I fired five more rounds, gaining confidence with each shot. I became Captain Augustus McCrae. I wanted to throw a shot glass in the air and nail it in flight, right there in the saloon, just like Gus did in Lonesome Dove. I set the big Walker down on the bench and I called a line break (I was the only guy out there, but Captain McCrae wanted to do things right). As I approached the target, I saw a decent group for a guy with slippery hands shooting a cap and ball revolver for the first time on a blazingly hot afternoon. Then it was: Uh oh. I had put a shot off to the left in Mr. Bad Guy’s shoulder. I counted the holes in my nice-sized neck group, and there were six. Where did that seventh shot come from?
There’s a wad behind that tear in my target. It probably wouldn’t stop a bad guy, but I’ll bet it would get his attention.
Ha! That hole in the shoulder was made by the wad from one of the shots! It was still stuck in the paper, and when I lifted my iPhone to get a picture, it fell behind the target.
I was hot, sweaty, greasy, and still giddy. Time for another six rounds. Paul told me when you shoot these things, you’re lucky to get through two full cylinders. The guns get so dirty they get difficult to cock and fire after the first cylinder. A big part of the problem, Paul said, are the cap remnants. They break up and fall into the mechanism. He was right.
Fired percussion caps. Paul was right; they do come apart and fall into the mechanism. In the old days when you saw the hero of a Western movie point his gun toward the sky before cocking it for the next shot, it was to allow the spent cap to fall free of the six gun.
I got all the cap debris out of the Walker, loaded the gun again, and lit off six more. I’d already been on the range an hour and half. It’s like the amphibians say: Time’s fun when you’re having flies. A couple of shots from the next cylinder went a little high, but they were all in about the same area.
12 shots on target. My first 12 ever, and they were close enough for government work.
As I mentioned above, Paul told me all his cap and ball revolvers shot high, and that was what I found with mine. That said, I was enormously pleased with the results. The group was about the size of the orange bullseye. My aim point had been the center of the bullseye. If I held low and to the right, I’m confident I could put six rounds in the orange bullseye. Move over, Gus!
You know, on the way home, I was thinking about what our early Americans had to contend with when armed with cap and ball revolvers. It’s astonishing to think about winning gunfights, battles, and wars with weapons that are so heavy and take so long to load. My admiration for what they accomplished had been high; it was now even higher.
That ride home was quite a ride. I was going to call Paul to tell him about my success with the Walker and thank him again, but the radio was carrying President Trump’s speech live from Pennsylvania. He was only minutes into it and I was only half listening when I heard things crashing and then I heard several pops. And then a blood curdling scream. What I was hearing didn’t compute at first, and then I realized: Someone was shooting and I was hearing it live.
I arrived home a few minutes later and turned on the TV. What I saw hit me hard. The President escaped death by millimeters, and that only occurred because he happened to turn his head at precisely the right instant. I feel terrible for the retired firefighter who died and the others who were injured. It was a massive failure on all but the final Secret Service action (when they killed the sniper who fired the shots). I’m sure we’ll be hearing much more about this as the weeks and months go by. The Secret Service is a troubled agency. If it’s not botched protection efforts it’s cocaine in the White House or hookers in Colombia. It’s almost as if they need to shut that agency down and start over. I hope they get it right soon. I would have written and posted this blog sooner, but like most Americans, I’ve been glued to the television as updated info on the assassination attempt rolled in.
So to get back to this blog, I am very pleased with my Walker’s performance, and I am more than a little pleased with my performance, too. I’m hooked on the cap and ball revolver experience. For most of us in most of the United States, we can still purchase black powder guns through the mail and have them delivered to our home. Just this morning I received a cap and ball revolver sale notification from Midsouth Shooting Supplies. Don’t overlook these windows into our past. Take it from me: They are fun.
I’ve ridden my Yamaha RT1B 360 Enduro for thousands and thousands of miles. The old two-stroke has been across country more than once and I rode it on the Trans America Trail east to west from Kitty Hawk, North Carolina to Port Orford, Oregon. In all that time I never put a dent in the beast known as Godzilla.
It is a fairly easy job to load the light-ish Yamaha into a pickup truck…normally. This time was different. I lost my balance mid-ramp and the Yamaha started to topple over onto me. I was out of position to save the bike, my legs were getting tangled and in that split second I envisioned a broken arm or crushed ribcage. I let the bike go and jumped down to safety. The bike fell to the left; the gas tank smashed into the side of the truck bed and my somewhat pristine Godzilla had a huge dent.
You and I have both heard about the paintless dent repair kits. Amazon had this one for pretty cheap and I thought I’d give it a try.
The kit comes with everything you need, except alcohol (to clean the tank, not drink). After the tank got a good scrubbing with the hooch, I used the included hot glue gun to attach the little puller tabs in places I thought needed to be pulled. The dent was pretty deep and had a crease running diagonally across the tank. I didn’t hold out much hope.
The flimsy plastic puller seemed like it would break at any moment but the thing held up. It was strong enough to yank the pull-tabs.
The kit came with a slide hammer but that tool broke the tabs. I believe the shock load was more than the plastic could handle. You’ll need weld on tabs to use the slide hammer.
Usually the tab would pull off the tank and since the paint on Godzilla is 53 years old the glue removed a bit of paint each time. The kit came with a little spray bottle that you fill with alcohol; the alcohol loosens up the hot glue to allow reuse of the tabs. It took several re-positionings but I managed to get the majority of the dent pulled out.
The creases in the tank are still visible and the tank is far from straight but it’s at least 80% better than it was. From 10 feet away you may not notice the thing is dented. I worked on another egg-shaped dent on the top of the tank that was there when I bought the bike. The paint in this spot was in bad shape so it was hard to get anything to stick.
I ended up sanding the egg-dent to get something firm to attach the pull tab and gave the spot a light dusting of gloss black spray paint. After the paint dried I feathered it in with 600-grit. Again, I got the dent about 80% removed.
I think for minor dents without sharp creases and with fairly new paint stuck firmly to the metal the kit would actually work pretty well. The Z1 has a ding that’s a prime candidate for the dent puller except the dent is right over a stripe decal. I’m sure the tab will lift the decal.
I call the paintless dent removal process a good one. The kit I bought was bottom of the barrel cheap so possibly a better kit would produce better results. I’m happy enough with Godzilla’s tank. After all, it’s a dirt bike and will probably take a few more hits before I shuffle off.
A few years ago we visited California’s Capitol and it was fun. Getting into it, though, was like getting into an airport. We had to go through a metal detector, there was a list of prohibited items, and there were police officers scattered throughout the building. The security precautions were mildly annoying (just like they are at an airport). That’s why I was surprised when we visited the Idaho Capitol. We weren’t sure which door to use, so we just walked into the first one we saw, and just like that, we were in. No metal detectors. No armed guards. Just a kicked back, we’re cool kind of atmosphere. The way it ought to be.
We saw a sign for a movie with a short film about the Capitol (the theatre was next to the gift shop). When we found it, there was a small group already seated and a nice lady named Bridgette was getting ready to lead them on a guided tour. Bridgette invited us to join the group, and we did.
We walked down the hall and found ourselves beneath the Capitol dome. That’s an American flag hanging from it. The mosaic you see in the lead photo for this blog is directly beneath the Capitol dome. It’s comprised of approximately 10,000 pieces.
Our first stop was the financial management room. Bridgette explained it’s where different elements of the Idaho state government made their case for annual funding to a group of four state officials.
Here’s another photo of the Capitol dome taken at a different angle to show more of the US flag.
Bridgette led us to the Governor’s office. She had to enter the staff’s administration area for permission to bring our group in. It was an interesting place to see. Bridgette explained that this was the Governor’s ceremonial office. The Governor uses it for receiving dignitaries and holding press conferences. She told us the Governor’s working office is much smaller.
Idaho’s legislature has a House and a Senate, much like the U.S. government. Unlike the U.S. government, the Idaho Representatives and Senators serve in a part time capacity, and the state Legislature only operates for three months each year. In Idaho, the state legislators are people with real jobs (farmers, ranchers, folks who operate businesses, teachers, etc.). They are not career politicians. I like that. In fact, there’s a lot I like about Idaho. Their government is working. Idaho was clean and friendly everywhere we went. We were there for a week and we didn’t see a single homeless person, or people begging, or graffiti, or any of the other urban decay prevalent in most California cities. We could take a lesson or two from Idaho.
Bridgette next took us into the Idaho House chamber.
There are three domes above the Capitol: The large one easily visible from outside the building (the one seen from inside in the photos above), and two smaller domes. One of the two smaller domes is above the House, and the other is above the Senate.
We saw interesting statues in the Capitol. The first is a replica of a statue originally created on the island of Samothrace about 2400 years ago. France sent the replica to Idaho in 1949 as part of their program to provide a statue to each U.S. state in gratitude for our help liberating Europe in World War II.
Another statue depicted George Washington on a horse. It was hand carved out of pine in 1869 by Charles Ostner. The statue was restored and gilded in real gold in 1966.
We enjoyed our visit to the Idaho State Capitol. There’s no admission fee, it’s welcoming, and we had a good time. If you’re planning a visit, you might want to allow a couple of hours to see the Capitol. If you get on one of the guided tours (as we did), you’ll enjoy it even more.
I think it would be difficult to be a firearms enthusiast and not be a student of history. Firearms are history. And some of that history revolves around the Texas Rangers, the oldest and perhaps most legendary law enforcement group in US history. I’ve always been fascinated with the Texas Rangers, starting with their use of the very first Colt Paterson revolvers in combat, the early Captain Samuel Walker days, and the emergence of the Colt Walker black powder revolver.
Texan Ranger Captain Samuel Walker.
When I was a kid, we had a steady diet of Westerns on TV and in the movies, and the Texas Rangers figured prominently in many of those shows. I’m a Lonesome Dove fan, having read Larry McMurtry’s novels and watched the television series numerous times. Go Gus and Woodrow (but especially Gus; he carried a Colt Walker).
Robert Duvall as Gus MacCrae in Lonesome Dove, and his Colt Walker.
You would think with the Texas Rangers’ historical and often romanticized use of Colt revolvers, Colt would be all over the Texas Ranger commemorative gun business. They did so in the early 1970s with a very limited run of Single Action Army revolvers, but that was the only time.
Colt’s Texas Rangers 150th Anniversary Commemorative. These guns don’t come up for sale often, and when they do, the price is stratospheric. It’s the only Texas Rangers Commemorative Colt has ever done.
The Texas Rangers commemorative mantle has been picked up by Smith and Wesson, first in 1973 for the Texas Rangers’ 150th anniversary, and again in 2023 for the 200th anniversary. These are beautiful firearms (they are art, in my opinion).
A Texas Rangers 150th Anniversary Smith and Wesson Model 19.Another view of the Texas Rangers 150th Anniversary Smith and Wesson Model 19.
Jumping back to 1973, Smith and Wesson offered a cased commemorative Model 19 Smith and Wesson along with a Bowie knife. A standard Model 19 cost about $150 back then (I had one); the Texas Rangers Model 19 with display case and matching Bowie knife was a whopping $250. It seems an almost trivial amount today. A standard Model 19 costs around a thousand bucks today, and the Model 19 of today is not the same gun it was in the 1970s. The older ones, as is true with many things in life, are better.
The 200th Anniversary Texas Rangers Smith and Wesson .357 Magnum revolver.
Fast forward to 2023, and Smith and Wesson did it again, with a Texas Rangers 200th anniversary revolver. This time it’s a highly polished N-frame, fixed sight version. The N-frame is Smith’s big gun frame used on their original .357 Magnum, the Model 27, the .45 ACP revolvers, and the .44 Magnum revolvers. You know, the Big Boy guns for us full-figured shooters.
A real beauty, these 200th Anniversary Texas Rangers Smith and Wessons are.
I’ve been perusing both of these Texas Ranger guns on the gun auction sites. I can get the 1973 version (which was based on the Model 19) for about $1500, which isn’t a bad deal considering you get a more collectible gun, the knife, and the case for not too much more than what a new Model 19 cost today. I’d shoot it, too, if I bought one. And then there’s the current Texas Rangers 200th Anniversary revolver, built on the N-frame Those are going for around $2500 or more. That a bit pricey, but maybe in 50 years $2500 will be a trivial amount. I’m a firm believer that you can’t pay too much for a gun; you just maybe bought it too early.
A lot of things are different today, and the price for either of the Smith and Wesson Texas Ranger commemoratives is just a starting point here in California. Compounding the felony on both guns is our outrageous California 11% excise tax on firearms and ammo (that little bit of silliness and government overreach went into effect this month), which gets added onto:
Our outrageous California state sales tax
The federal government’s $40 background check and ATF Form 4473 (the one that Hunter Biden was convicted of falsifying when his sweetheart deal fell apart)
The FFL dealer’s $40 transfer fee
A $75 shipping fee to get the gun to me here in left wing Utopia (i.e., the Peoples Republik of Kalifornia)
It all adds up to roughly another $700. And all that’s aggravated by the likelihood I couldn’t even get the 200th Anniversary Texas Rangers commemorative because our California Attorney General hasn’t seen fit to add it to our roster of approved handguns. Even Gomer Pyle wouldn’t know how to react to all these added government fees, but I’m guessing his reaction would be a heartfelt Gosh, or a Golly, or maybe even a Shazam! It’s almost as if California doesn’t agree with the Second Amendment to the United States Constitution.
But that earlier Texas Rangers Smith and Wesson…the Model 19 150th Anniversary gun. It’s now over 50 years old, and that makes it an antique in California’s all-seeing and all-knowing firearms book of state regs , and antiques are exempt from the Roster of Approved Handguns limitations. I’d still have to pay all the fees described above. But it’s doable, and I’m thinking about it.
You might wonder: Are the Texas Rangers still around, and what sidearm do they carry? The answer is yes; the Texas Rangers are part of the Texas Department of Public Safety. Texas Rangers are issued a SIG 320 (a 9mm semi-auto), but they are allowed to carry their personal sidearms. Many choose to carry the 1911.
When Sue and I moved into our home some 40+ years ago, I was setting up my office when I heard a thump. It sounded like a bird flew into the window, so I looked out and sure enough, there was a rather large red-tailed hawk on my front yard with its wings spread out. The thing was huge, and I knew that if it had flown into the window, it would have broken glass, but the window was intact. I’d never seen a red-tailed hawk close up (the thing was only about 10 feet away). The way its wings were spread out led me to believe it had maybe hit the roof and was now lying there, wounded, in front of me.
I was pondering my next step when the hawk lifted one wing and peered down. It wasn’t wounded at all. It held another bird in its talons, which were tightly clenched around its neck. The hawk shook the other bird and it twitched a bit, so it put its wing down again and waited (as did I). After maybe another minute, the hawk did an instant replay, except this time the bird in its claws was motionless. The hawk released it and then, with its beak, proceeded to tear into the smaller bird’s body, taking its time and eating the internal organs. When it finished, it flew off, leaving the dead bird and a scattering of its feathers. I’ve been fascinated by birds of prey ever since, and I live in a good spot for one so afflicted. We have a family of red-tailed hawks and another family of great horned owls that nest nearby. When I ride into Baja, we get great photos of osprey eating sushi in the protected areas near Guerrero Negro. These birds are amazing, so when I was in Boise and I saw they the World Center for Birds of Prey, I was in. It’s only $10 for a senior citizen ticket. I would have paid more. The photo ops were…well, read on. You’ll see.
A Peregrine Falcon taking a sip of water.Not bad for shooting through chicken coop wiring.
The first raptor we saw was a peregrine falcon. It was the first one I’d ever seen, although I’d heard about them being in our area when I was growing up in New Jersey. They live in many regions, but I’d never encountered one before. I’m pleased with the photo; I photographed the bird through its wire cage and the wires blurred and disappeared in the image.
Next up was my old buddy, the red-tailed hawk. The lighting was much more of a challenge here, as this one was in an indoor cage with bars instead of woven wire. I had to angle myself to get the camera lens pointed between the bars.
A Red-Tailed Hawk.
We walked a little further and saw a sign for the California condor exhibit.
California Condors are huge birds, as these tracks in the sidewalk indicate. That’s my Buster Brown in the photo for a size comparison.
I had never seen one of these, other than the super cool video Mike Huber posted in one of his blogs. Mike had a surreal experience. Boise’s Birds of Prey Center breeds the California condor; they are then released in California’s Pinnacles National Park. Coming back from near extinction, they now range all over the American Southwest and down into Baja. When Mike hiked into Pinnacles National park and stopped to eat his lunch, a California condor landed just a few feet away. Lucky guy, Mike is.
Two California Condors hanging out in Boise, Idaho.Wow. These birds have a 9 1/2-foot wingspan.Believe it. I stayed back.
The Harpy eagle is an unusually photogenic raptor. They range from southern Mexico to northern Argentina. Like some of our ExNotes commenters, it started squawking up a storm when I mentioned I watch Fox News.
Who the hell is Sean Hannity?
The Ornate hawk-eagle is another large raptor. It’s from the tropical regions of Central and South America. I had never heard of this bird, nor had I ever seen one. It is beautiful. It’s another one I photographed through the bars of its cage.
An Ornate Hawk-Eagle, an appropriately named bird if ever there was one. Because the Birds of Prey Center also takes in injured birds, I thought this one was missing a leg until I processed the photo below.A great profile photo.
The Birds of Prey Center had a gyrfalcon (also known as the Arctic Falcon) that I think was the most interesting bird there. While I was photographing it, I tilted my head, and the falcon tilted his head. I then tilted my head the other way, and the falcon mimicked that, too. I started doing so repeatedly, and so did the bird. The only thing missing was the music. It was really cool.
You looking at me?I enjoyed interacting with this falcon.
The gyrfalcon lives in the Arctic. It’s the largest falcon in the world, and it’s perfectly okay living in temperatures that dip below -40 degrees.
Here’s a photo I particularly like. It’s a great horned owl. We’ve had a family of these owls nest behind our house in the past, and it was great seeing the baby owl chicks emerge from the nest for a few weeks and then finally fly away. They are large birds. One still comes around on patrol, looking for mice and other tasty treats. It wakes us up sometimes hooting away in the dark. I’ve seen these fly by and they are impressive. Their flight is absolutely silent.
These birds are amazing. They always make me hungry for potato chips.
While we were in the Birds of Prey center, a handler was there with a barred owl. It was most impressive. I asked if I could use my flash and she said the owl wouldn’t mind.
A very cooperative and photogenic Barred Owl.
So there you have it. If you ever find yourself in Boise, the World Center for Birds of Prey needs to be on your list of places to visit.
A bit more on Boise…if you are spending some time there, I’ve got a good restaurant recommendation. We were chatting up a couple of young ladies near the Lucky Peak State Park and I asked them: What’s the best Italian restaurant in Boise? Their answer was instantaneous: Luciano’s. You know what? They were right.
Janus Motorcycles issued this press release recently. “The Flying Z” is a good-looking motorcycle with an interesting story.
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July 6th, 2024
Goshen, Indiana
This spring, 66 year-old Mark Zweig—a lifelong motorcyclist, Janus Motorcycles partner, and part-time CFO for the firm, commissioned a new one-off bike for himself—a custom-built Janus Halcyon 250 dubbed “The Flying Z.”
Zweig has been a restorer, customizer, and collector of a wide range of motorcycles from the 60s and 70s for many of his years, sometimes having as many as twenty bikes at a time. And while he has always had a soft spot for smaller, lighter weight bikes, an accident in 2016 where he totalled his brand new Triumph Thruxton 1200, combined with a divorce and resulting downsizing, got him to eventually sell all of his larger bikes and narrow down his rides to a small group of small-displacement bikes including a new Janus Halcyon 250 in the year 2000.
“I just don’t ride as much as I used to, and certainly don’t need to go that far or that fast. Our founder, Richard Worsham, has dubbed that kind of riding as ‘rambling.’ Most of my riding is to and from campus (Zweig is the ‘Entrepreneur in-Residence’ at The Sam M Walton College of Business at The University of Arkansas), or on short trips in and around town. The Janus to me represents everything I want in a motorcycle. It’s incredibly beautiful, simple, reliable, ultra lightweight, and fun to ride. That’s why when I decided to have a new bike built for myself—where we could test out some new design ideas—I opted for another Halcyon 250 instead of one of our larger displacement bikes. It’s such a wonderful basic design.”
In fact, this bike is the second of Zweig’s “Flying Z’s.” The first Flying Z was a custom car—a boattailed speedster he built together with his friend and master fabricator, Mike McPherson—featuring a unique handbuilt chassis, hand-formed steel body, rumble seat, sand cast 18” wheels with knockoffs, and a straight-8 Buick engine with triple carbs. “That thing looked like it came from the same era as our Halcyon,” Zweig said.
Janus Motorcycles has made its marque and established a cult like following in the motorcycle world by building unique bikes to customer order, one at a time. Their bikes come in a huge range of colors and styles, with all kinds of options for hand pinstriping, leather seats and bags, and much, much more. But Zweig’s Halcyon Flying Z takes things a step farther and has some unique features not found on any other factory-direct Halcyon 250s.
“Our basic Halcyon 250 looks like a bike that could have come out of the 1920s,” Zweig said. “So I wanted to see what we could do by creating a bike that looked like the natural evolution of that one and that would have been built in the 1930s or 40s,” he added.
“One of the coolest aspects of The Flying Z is its set of uniquely flared and deeply skirted fenders making it more aerodynamic. I have been wanting to see what one of our bikes would look like with some fenders like these for the last couple years, and our master fender builder Brent Lehman, along with the design guidance from our founder and design lead, Richard Worsham, made it happen.”
The bike also has a one-off color scheme, with the frame and most other parts color-matched to the RAL 5024 powder-coated “Cavalry Blue” body work. The large “Janus” script on the tank sides was laid out by the design team and painted by lead pinstriper, Kelly Borden, as well as the cream-colored “Flying Z” script and logo on the bike’s black airbox. It has hand-painted dual silver pinstripes on the tank and fenders, along with silver pinstriped black wheel rims.
The bike also features a sandcast Flying Z fender ornament, based on the original Flying Z hood ornament, created by Zweig’s friend—famed Arkansas sculptor, Eugene Sargent. “Sargent made the fender ornament so it bridges the front fender brace and didn’t require any special mounting hardware,” Zweig said. The bike also features other bespoke polished components.
Topping off the build is a custom engraved fuel cap for its hand formed aluminum tank, replete with a “Flying Z” logo.
“I cannot wait to see the public reaction to the new Janus Flying Z,” Zweig said. “My old Janus draws a crowd every time I park it, and I expect this one will be even more attention-grabbing,” he added with a smile.
For more info, contact Grant Longenbaugh – grant@janusmotorcycles.com
