Couple years back I featured the uTube video Ford Trucks did for International Women’s Day. Ford Trucks is in fact headquartered in Turkey and working with local partners the Koc family they engineer Ford’s world market big trucks, and do a damn good job of it. Couple years back they produced a stereotype blowing video of a Moslem woman farmer driving her load of produce to market… But recent International Women’s Day celebrations in Turkey have been met with police repression and religious fundamentalists threaten Turkey’s government, Ford, and it’s values of equality. So not surprisingly, that outstanding video disappeared from uTube.

But a similar video is back, it’s not the same but appears to use some of the cuts. Here’s the link.


On New Years Day 1968 automotive evolution changed forever, some say it was more the beginning of devolution. On that day a short list of U.S. federal safety and emissions standards took effect, and auto engineering shifted from engineers to politicians and bureaucrats. It’s been a mixed bag of regulations since- While engines are both cleaner and make more power than ever, cars have become aerodynamic battering rams to meet crash test requirements. All but gone is the crispness and responsiveness of unassisted steering and brakes. Instead of the simple protection of shoulder harnesses and disc brakes, we’ve been overwhelmed by a horde of “safety” systems trying to second guess us in a quest to save us from ourselves.

The devolution was slow… 1968 saw the Mini’s green card pulled and a lot of high performance options disappeared. Within a few years battering ram bumpers ruined the handling and looks of most every car, while once mighty engines wheezed and coughed under smog controls. Within a decade automotive stars like the Lotus Europa and bit players like the Saab 96 and Spitfire went dark. The once mighty Corvettes and Mustangs slowly soldiered on while muscle cars became caricatures of themselves if available at all. By the 80s performance was such a “bad word” that GM tried to sell the mid engine Fiero sports car as an “economy car”, and Corvettes of that era are considered pretty much expendable.

Today you can buy a 21st century muscle cars like the Ford Focus RS or VW Golf R that will run rings around most any 60s muscle car. A plethora of 60s muscle and pony cars could be had new for $3000 or less, barely a few hundred bucks more than the price of a stripped sedan with a 6 and 3 on the tree… Today, that Focus RS or Golf R is over twice the price of a base model equivalent.

And they call that progress?

“bout motorcycles that scare you, cars you covet, trucks and bicycles and horses too!

Been darn near half a year since my last post. Yeah, I been writin’- Bout politics and water system grants and other boring stuff. Heck, I now even have a USDA security clearance, despite my extensive misdemeanor criminal record. Meanwhile my state has become a national scale political war zone, with not one but two U.S. Senate elections plus a governors race in 2018… Looks like I better write while I can!

Then again, I haven’t had a lot to write about lately- The hack’d Super Tenere uneventfully passed the 40k mile mark, the airhead GS soldiers on, and the Guzzi still suffers from “fuel infection” maladies. Even put the F800S’s charging system back together and put a hundred plus miles on it. In the 4 wheeler fleet, the new TDI made it’s first Florida trip and will be heading back tomorrow. The ’03 TDI just passed 140k, though now sporting a yellow “check engine light” to keep bugging me ’bout a failed glow plug that’s seized in the head. Not being in any rush to see the underside of the head, I’ll hopefully put off that repair ’til the 200k mile timing belt change. In the meantime, It’s waiting for Michelin to deliver the last of 4 winter tires ordered on Cyber Monday over 2 weeks ago!

Apple ain’t doing much better, after screwing up my first order then rushing the replacement order I had sent to the Naples Apple Store. Given our global warming induced long fall here, were it not for the inducement of the new Apple laptop I might not make it to Florida ’til January, maybe.

So tomorrow I’m off to Florida’s winter gearhead get togethers!

It’s all down the road from here…

DSC_5793Heading the “Hopeless Class”, we have this Harley big twin with Liberty ‘hack. Surprisingly stock with nary a single GPS to distract the three member family team. I’m no lover of Harleys, but I’m cheering for these folks- Trying to do a thousand miles a day at a cruise speed of maybe 65 MPH deserves our support! Unfortunately they missed a big bonus the first day and lost a buncha points.

DSC_5809Providing high speed mosquito control is this honest to goodness Suzuki GT750 2 stroke triple. Well prepared with a 2 stroke oil tank built into the auxiliary fuel tank!

DSC_5812If ya can’t afford a new ‘Wing… Drag a four decade old one outa the barn and rebuild it! Note the bash plate under the engine and cooling system for the rider, amongst many other clever touches.

DSC_5815Most of the other hundred odd riders spent $20k to $30k and more on BMWs, Gold Wings, and even Harleys and more on farkles, and this guy shows up again on a decade+ old 250 Ninja with 100K+ miles on the clock! No aux fuel tank because it gets 70 MPG, cheapo Chase Harper bags and nary a farkle, and he’ll probably rub it in by winning finisher status again just like he did in 2015!

DSC_5832Hittin’ the road! This was the start of the 11 day rally just outside Minneapolis monday morning, tonight their due at the first checkpoint near Dallas. Then they’ve got eight more days of this insanity…

Six weeks ago, in the shadow of largely “paper companies” like Tesla, real automaker Ford held it’s first attempt at a “virtual” annual meeting as Ford stock hovered at $11 and a couple pennies a share. Said “virtual” meeting was rather “buggy” amidst further announcements of Ford forays into ride sharing, autonomous vehicles, and all that other vaporware that plays well with hipster investors. Ford stock budged about two bits in the wrong direction.

“When in doubt, fire the figurehead CEO”… Which is exactly what Ford did about 10 days later. By then the stock was recovering past $11 again and in the euphoria of the firing made it all the way to $11 and a dime before sinking again.

Then Ford did the unthinkable at LeMans- 2nd place! Following the script from the “Total Performance” Era of the 60s Ford is supposed to enter 4 cars at LeMans and most likely finish 1-2-3, barring a bit of luck inserting a Ferrari or other interposer in that order. Granted, the Fords ran consistently like a fleet of Super Duties on a tight delivery schedule, but not fast enough… Aston Martin beat Ford and a only a late race mishap kept a rival ‘Vette from pushing the fastest Ford GT into 3rd place. And even with the “Vette waylayed, Ford was denied 3rd spot on the podium by a Porsche 911RSR. To make the defeat even more painful, the winning Aston Martin has an engine built in Ford’s Cologne plant, and there’s likely more Ford DNA in the winning Aston Martin from when Ford owned the company a few years back. Sorta like getting beat by your ex, whose racing is being funded by the divorce settlement…

It gets worse… In a rare moment of lucidity, Ford media dropped a little factoid that the buyers of high performance variants of the Fiesta and Focus have higher incomes and are younger than SUV buyers. So a couple weeks later, Ford up and decides to move North American market Focus production which is getting evicted from Michigan Assembly to Mexico even further away… To China! The Focus is usually the world’s 1st, 2nd, or 3rd best selling car and and ought not be treated like an orphan.

Fortunately the young Turks over at Ford Otosan aren’t entirely following orders from Dearborn, as they reintroduced Ford heavy trucks into the EU via the Eastern European back door, bringing the Cargo truck to another market besides the middle east and south america.

And after all these machinations, Ford stock closed a couple cents higher at $11.04 a share as of market close friday. And lest anyone get alarmed about Ford, GM and FIAT/Chrysler are even more f’d up…


DSC_5761‘Bout midnight saturday night I was about ready to swear off rallying and write a scathing review of the Hiawatha rally. Deservedly so, as a few too many drunken loudmouths next tent over kept keeping me up, and dawn comes around 5 am this time o’year. They finally expired and I got about 4 hours of fitful sleep before the sun put a stop to that. Drank a couple big cups o’coffee to caffeinate myself into consciousness for the 250 mile trip home and was walking back up the hill to break camp… When a couple fellow riders came down the hill in search of me, my lost wallet in hand. Yup, these good folks saved me from having to siphon gas and survive on granola bars and left over bananas for 250 miles!

Other fellow riders had been reminding me of next weekend’s Iowa Rally, and would I be going? Thankfully the rains provided an excuse for my missing the GR3 rally, or I’d have had to explain my absence there too. And was I going to the BMWRA rally in Michigan? Took about halfway home for me to figure it out, but no matter how hard I try to ignore it, I’m a lifetime member of an unorganized organization of riders that have found riding around the country to a never ending buffet of weekly rallies is one of life’s finer delights!

Call us “rally rats” or whatever, we’re havin’ fun and we don’t care. But sadly our numbers are dwindling as elders aren’t able to travel anymore and millennials don’t seem to have discovered motorcycles yet. So it’s our duty to ride and rally ’til we can’t, keeping the tradition alive ’til the young take our place. Seriously… Motorcycles are an ideal “intermediate technology”, being half the price of cars. Greener too, motorcycles use half the fuel of cars and thus produce only half as much of them evil greenhouse gasses, and motorcycles have an even smaller manufacturing, parking, and garaging footprint. Easy on the retiree’s or millennial’s travel budget too, for less than $100 I can ride and camp for the weekend, enjoy some good food and great rides, and even better friends.

So yes, I’ll be riding to the Iowa BMW Rally this weekend, and every other rally I can make. And along the way I’ll do my best to infect any and all millennials, bored retirees, and anyone else with rally rat fever… This is too much fun not to share!

In an age when armies can move at just short of the speed of sound or at least the speed of an Oshkosh, it’s hard to believe that a war fought pretty much in just the southeastern U.S. could drag on for 4 long years. So let’s follow my great great grandfather’s unit, the 28th Wisconsin Infantry, to see what went wrong, and occasionally right.

Let’s set the scene: By the Civil War’s beginning in 1861 the Union states had a rudimentary rail system mostly east and north of the Mississippi and Ohio rivers. The confederacy had an even more rudimentary rail “system”, hobbled further by oddball gauges that forced the transfer of whole trainloads from train to train. There is no TV or even radio, electronic communication being limited to telegraph lines that pretty much followed the railroad lines. It was the heyday of newspapers, but delivery was irregular even during peacetime and even more so during war.

The militaries were no models of efficiency either, being poorly organized local militias and worse. “Command and control” was so lacking that militias from the same town even went to war with each other… Milwaukee would have been the site of a Civil War battle but for the loss of a ship carrying a Milwaukee Irish-American militia traveling to Chicago to obtain weaponry to repulse attempts to muster them into the union army. Provisions were uneven and inadequate, for better or worse “military discipline” was also lacking, allowing a whole cadre of “camp followers” to provide for the troops every need… It was not uncommon for troops to buy supplies when needed, and sell military property when needed also. This all went on in a general fog of drunkenness and disease, in fact disease claimed far more lives than the enemy, including my great great grandfather William Slyter near Memphis in July of 1863.

William enlisted in company F of the 28th Wisconsin Volunteer Infantry in the late summer of 1862, and the 28th was sent for 9 weeks training in nearby Camp Washburn in Milwaukee in the fall. In the midst of that training they saw perhaps their greatest combat success, putting down a draft rebellion in suburban Port Washington and arresting over a hundred resistors without a fight. On the 20th of December they set off to Columbus in northwest Kentucky by rail, at least as far as the rails went.

The 28th Wisconsin helped fortified the union fortifications in Columbus a bit, then moved on to southeast Arkansas for the next two long years. Extended encampments were made at Helena, Little Rock, Pine Bluff, and Little Rock again, with occasional forays of less than a hundred miles to screw up the confederate’s logistics by destroying a bridge and such. Just as well, as river boat transport was irregular and unreliable and travel by “road” even more so, with 10 miles being a good day. Having traveled 700 miles in less than a month to reach southeastern Arkansas, over the next two years the soldiers of the 28th Wisconsin only traveled a thousand miles or so, most of those miles merely moving between encampments rather than in pursuit of any vestiges of the confederate “army”.

In February of 1865 the Union army finally found something for the 28th Wisconsin to do, taking a mere two weeks to move them by boat 800 miles to join in the siege of Mobile. Having subdued what confederate remnants remained at Mobile, the 28th Wisconsin spent May 1865 occupying McIntosh, a mere 50 miles or so upriver. The war winding down, the 28th Wisconsin spent a mere week moving on to the Brownsville, Texas area for garrison duty until they were finally mustered out of their misery on August 23rd, 1865. The unit was formally disbanded in Madison, Wisconsin a month later on September 23rd.

Granted, the Union was stuck fighting an enemy on their own turf, which seldom goes well… Note the decades long battles the U.S. fought in southeast Asia and now the middle east with marginal victories if any. The missing communications and logistics infrastructure of the Civil War era, especially in the south, made victory even more elusive. The 28th Wisconsin Volunteers gave three years of their lives, and in many cases their lives, to the generals and politicians who pretty much blindly pursued and occasionally fought a war on remote enemy turf against an even more ineptly lead confederacy.

When it was all over after three years the 28th Wisconsin Volunteers returned home, minus the fifth of them that died in service, largely due to disease and accident rather than the rare combat. Despite the drudgery and suffering of their mission (or more correctly, lack of mission), desertions were rare. But nearly a fifth were discharged, frequently for really chronic alcoholism… Mere alcoholism seemed to be the norm, ‘cept for the odd “dry” soldiers.

As noted previously, my great great grandfather never made it home, succumbing to disease near Memphis in July of 1863. So thick is the fog of war that there are graves for William Slyter in both the Memphis Veteran’s Cemetery and the town cemetery in Whitehall, Wisconsin. We may in fact have lost two William Slyters in this war, the 1860 census showing both a William T. Slyter and his son William F. Slyter and their families farming on adjoining plots near Milwaukee in 1860… Handwritten “t”s and “f”s are hard to tell apart. Regardless, I find no mention of the elder William after the Civil War, and the younger William’s wife and orphan children lost the farm and re-emerged in Whitehall, Wisconsin. She remarried only to lose that husband to lightning strike, homesteaded Missouri River floodplain in South Dakota, then remarried again in Whitehall only to have her heirs cheated out of their inheritance when she passed… Is it any wonder that much of the family spent the century after the Civil War as drunkards?

Was it worth it? War is at best a murderous and mutilating comedy of errors, sometimes balanced by a greater good such as eliminating the horror of slavery.  At least a 620,000 troops died in the Civil War, and historians have been revising that tally upward towards a million, and throwing in the permanently disabled troops certainly pushes the casualty count over a million. But the Civil War resulted in the release of around four million slaves, many of whom lost their own lives fighting for their freedom.

My family paid too high a price, but overall, the price was worth it…