Rally to Ridgecrest, 2013 -- Day 1

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If you have been following this blog for more than a couple of years, you know that I have traveled to Ridgecrest North Carolina over Memorial Day weekend a few times before for motorcycle rallies.  I missed last year, but wanted to get away this year to do some riding in that area, but also to be inspired by the speakers, to worship God, and honor military service veterans.  

The rooming accommodations are fairly inexpensive -- $59 a night for the room, not per person -- but I wanted to hook up with someone else to share the room to keep costs down.  [Surprise, surprise, Bucky being frugal!]  I sent out a few e-mails to see if I could find somebody else, and finally a friend of a friend, Danny, e-mailed me back and we reserved the room. Four days and three nights. 

I have previously planned out a number of routes to get to Ridgecrest and back, some via. twisty two-lane roads, and others on the superslab.  That way, if the weather isn't good, I can get there using the safest route.  The shortest route to get there is about 89 miles from home. 

A couple of years ago, I planned to take the twisty-road route to get there, but had to backtrack and go by expressway due to heavy fog at the higher elevations.  This year, the weather was superb, and the twisty route worked out almost perfectly.  That 89-mile route?  Well, my route ended up being almost exactly 200, and I took the whole day on Friday to get there. 

Here is the twisty route:

View Larger Map of the Twisty Route to Ridgecrest

Friday. 

I have been packing my luggage for a week now to get everything just right, and I have it whittled down to just enough for the four days, with a little room to spare in case I buy something to bring back.  

My packing list is contained in a spreadsheet, and includes several things besides the changes of clothes I don't have to take when I am riding for just a day.  On a longer trip, I take an electric tire pump, a tire repair kit, jumper cables, and spare throttle and clutch cables. 

Just before a trip like this, I am keyed up and usually don't sleep like a rock as I usually do, and this trip is no exception.  Fortunately, I can sleep in a little longer than on a work day.  

On the big day, I arise and get a good breakfast.  I dress warmly, as there is a chill in the May air and the temperature will drop as I gain elevation.  I am on the road before 8:00 with some easy riding up US-178 from Pickens South Carolina to the intersection of SC-11.  This section is all sweepers and is an enjoyable way to start the day.  That intersection of 11 is where bikers meet up to ride the challenging roads nearby -- and brag about doing so.  

Next up is US-178 to Rosman, NC.  This part is more difficult, and requires higher attention to negotiate safely.  North of Rosman, is a short stretch of US-64, then starts NC-215, a continuation of great roads to ride in this part of the country.  The turn onto 215 almost always is strewn with gravel, so I watch out and go slow.  The road surface is recently paved, so it is nice and smooth going.  It winds its way to the elevation of the Blue Ridge Parkway, about 50 miles from home, with some tight corners, and one right hander just after this bridge that also has gravel on it most of the time.

Just north of Rosman by 7-1/2 miles is the turnoff to the Pisgah Astronomical Research Institute (PARI).  This was once a top-secret satellite tracking station.  I visited there and took a tour back in 2009. It is certainly a very unusual and interesting place, but I have other goals today. 

It is getting colder as the elevation increases.  I stop just a half mile south of the Parkway at a large gravel overlook.

The sky is threatening to the west, on the left in the photo above.  Oh, no.  Is it going to be a repeat of two years ago?  The wind is fierce, also from the west.  Those black clouds are moving faster than any I have recently seen.  Could get bad. 

I turn on the grip heaters to keep my hands warm.  That has proven to be a nice addition to the bike, and helps extend the comfortable riding season greatly.  It will certainly help today. 

I get back on the road pretty quickly.  Maybe I can keep ahead of those fast-moving clouds.  

Note the GPS mounted on the bars above.  I have entered the routes I have planned for the weekend into it in the form of .GPX files generated from Google Maps.  It thereby gives turn-by-turn directions both visually and by way of an earphone that plugs into a jack on the side.  It also knows where I have been, so even my wildest wanderings are recorded for posterity in the form of tracks that can be viewed in various ways, including in Google Earth. 

As I progress to the northeast, the weather remains partly cloudy, but there is no fog today as there was in 2011, here showing the Craggy Gardens Visitor Center parking lot:

Visitor Center near Craggy Gardens, 2011

The view below is from the Craggy Gardens picnic area this year, at milepost 367.6.  It is a beautiful day for riding.  Surprisingly, there are few other visitors at this pretty place.  The wind is still very strong: At its worst so far, it blew me sideways about two feet at I passed the Pisgah Inn at milepost 408.5.   Maybe that is the reason hardly anyone is here today. 

Soon, I come across the road to Mount Mitchell, the highest point in North Carolina.  I turn in, and follow a couple on a tandem bicycle for a short way.  They are laboring mightily to climb the grade.  I pass them, and get to the top, with only one switchback along the way -- it is surprising that there are not more tight curves, being that this is a high point.  I reach the parking lot at the top, and pause for a proof-of-visit shot.

The elevation here is 6578 feet above sea level.  (The highest point in South Carolina is Sassafras Mountain at 3564 feet.)  The wind is blowing strongly, so I don't take time to hike to the overlook.  The views from here are breathtaking, I'd say.  I head back down, and wave at the couple on the tandem.  They still have a long way to go.  I am glad I have a motor helping me.

I simply enjoy the road as I continue on my day's journey, so there aren't any pictures from the next section.  The overlooks are more overgrown along the Parkway north of Asheville, so there isn't as much to see anyway.  The best part for sightseeing is between Asheville and Cherokee, the latter being the southern terminus of the Parkway.  When I ride that stretch, I stop often to gawk at creation. 

My GPS says it is time to turn right onto North Carolina route 80 toward the south.  I do so, and make it a point to stop at the Parkway exit.  There is a large parking area, there.  I want to do something to make myself more photogenic.  [A peacock, are we, Bucky?] 

Well, I have checked with the photographer Blind Kenny, who hangs out on 80 every weekend.  Actually, it is both he and his wife who hang out just south of the Parkway on a left hand curve.  I have stopped to take off my fluorescent MSF safety vest -- to make myself pretty for the camera....pretty as best I can, anyway. 

I start down the hill on 80.  It has a considerable drop -- 2000 feet in twelve miles.  It is known as the Devil's Whip, formerly the Devil's Staircase-- a marketing ploy, I am sure.

The part I am on has some serious switchbacks.  Look in the upper left corner of this map:

View Larger Map of the Devil's Whip

And here is a stylized map of the road:

From the Devil's Whip website. 

Sure enough, when I reach their spot, there are two photographers there.  I round the curve at a considerable lean angle for me, and continue on.

In fact, the toe of my left boot touches the tarmac, right about here:

Oops, I don't have my feet positioned on the pegs properly.  I should know better, as I already have some experience in this matter. 

Hmmmm.  I wonder, did they get a good shot?  I decide to make certain that they have the greatest opportunity.  After all, this is their livelihood we're talking about here.

Besides, I have to get my feet in the right position.  

At the first wide place in the road, I turn around and go back up the hill.  I am not traveling as fast as before, but they pan their cameras as I go by.  (At least, I suppose they are panning their cameras -- I am too busy paying attention to the road to look their way.) 

Now, since I have to go south in the end to reach my destination, I must turn around at the Parkway and make one more run. 

(Yep, they were panning.) 

I head on south.  The road is quite technical in places, and fairly easy in others.  South of Pushpin B on the map above, there are many residences, so you have to be careful of other vehicles. Where it is safe, I stop and shrug on my brightly-colored vest again, so other vehicles have a better chance of seeing me.  I am a bit disappointed when I reach US-70.  It is lined with houses and businesses and is almost straight to my next destination, Old Fort.  There won't be any more roads with curvy challenges today. 

This little town has a few points of interest, one of which is a giant arrowhead at the old railroad depot. 

The arrowhead was erected back in July of 1930, and is hand chiseled from granite.  

 Note that somebody's motorcycle helmet sneaked right into that picture.

Here is the dedication ceremony announcement:

From the Old Fort website.

The arrowhead was intended to be a symbol of the peace achieved in an earlier century between pioneers and Native Americans.

There was once a fort close to this little town, built by the colonial militia before the Declaration of Independence, and the settlement served for many years as the western-most outpost of the early United States.

From the Old Fort website. 

You can see one of the other places of interest in the old photograph above, the 1892 railroad depot.  The depot, restored in 2005, looks pretty much the same as it did long ago except for there being Diesel locomotives instead of steam.  It contains a sparse collection of railroad and area artifacts as well as the Chamber of Commerce office, officiated by a very nice older woman today.  I have a conversation with her about the area attractions, and about the metal roof on her house leaking because of the recent rains. I sympathized with her plight. 

Next, I go a few miles to another interesting thing on my list today. Along the way to view it, I see glimpses of the railroad right of way, on its torturous path upgrade on the so-called Old Fort Loops.  If you look at this section of the Google map, you see how the railroad twists and wraps around to minimize the grade.

View Larger Map of the Old Fort Loops

Click on "View Larger Map" above and then enlarge and move around the general area to see the railroad right of way that roughly parallels the road. You can follow it all the way from the depot in Old Fort, Pushpin A on the map, to the Ridgecrest Conference center at Pushpin "D."

The railroad route is about thirteen miles, but only about five as the crow flies. They certainly put in a lot of civil engineering to get it built.  Mr. James W. Wilson, who lived between 1832 and 1910, was the chief engineer and president of the Western North Carolina Railroad, planned and built this section.  There is a commemorative plaque to Mr. Wilson back at the depot.

The road I am on has a few turns, but soon enough I come across the desired point of interest, Andrews Geyser, at Pushpin B on the map. Now you may have thought that geysers only exist in Yellowstone National Park in the western United States and at a few other places in the world. Well, you would be right about that. The truth of the matter is that there are no natural geysers near here. This one is man made, and is actually better described as a fountain.

From Wikipedia:

The fountain is named for Colonel Alexander Boyd Andrews, a North Carolina native who was the Vice President of the Southern Railway Company and one of the men responsible for the construction of the railroad between Old Fort and Asheville, North Carolina, in the late 1800s. The fountain was constructed in 1885 with a dual purpose: it was a feature of the Round Knob Hotel, and a tribute to the approximately 120 men who died building the railroad through this particularly treacherous stretch of land, that culminates with the crossing of the Eastern Continental Divide through the Swannanoa Tunnel. The fountain was said to be eye-catching for railroad passengers ascending the 13 miles of track and seven tunnels that peaks at the top of Swannanoa Gap because it could be seen several times along the route.  The Round Knob Hotel burned to the ground in 1903, and the fountain fell into disrepair. In 1911, George Fisher Baker, a wealthy New York financier and philanthropist who had been friends with Colonel Andrews, funded its restoration. The Southern Railway Company did not grant continuation of the easement for the fountain at that time, so a new, five-sided basin was constructed about 70 yards across Mill Creek, and the piping and nozzle were moved (to the fountain's current location). The town of Old Fort was given rights to the basin and the pipe that carries the water, and the fountain was formally named Andrews Geyser.
The town of Old Fort continues to use Andrews Geyser and the surrounding area as a public park. Andrews Geyser underwent extensive restoration again in the 1970s, and was rededicated on May 6, 1976. Signs at the park describe Mr. Fisher's role in the early 1900s and the role of Old Fort's private citizens in the 1970s in keeping the fountain running.  Andrews Geyser shoots water continuously to a height of about 80 feet. Its water supply is drawn from a pond located at the current site of the Inn on Mill Creek, a local Bed and Breakfast. The Inn's property contains the original dam constructed by the railroad in the late 1800s, and the pond formed by the dam with the water of the Long Branch of Mill Creek. A 6-inch diameter cast iron pipe runs from the dam, through a hidden gate valve, then underground approximately two miles downhill to the fountain. The water comes out a half-inch nozzle pointed skyward, and the 500 feet of elevation difference creates the pressure that drives the fountain.

The Inn on Mill Creek is run by the Walters family.  I e-mailed and called them a couple of times for updates on the status of the geyser, and on road conditions.  They were very cordial and helpful. 

While I am stopped at the geyser, a train rumbles into view, making its slow way uphill toward Ridgecrest. Actually, I have heard it rumbling for a long while, since it is slow going for it in these hills. 

Three large locomotives are pulling it, and I continue to hear them on various sides as they go around the loops that are nearby.

The geyser, with the train in the background:

I spend a few minutes taking in the view, then start on my way again. 

The road just to the west of the geyser turns to mostly well-graded gravel.  I stop for a picture of what almost looks like a model railroad scene. 

The road under the tracks in the picture is the one I traversed just a few minutes ago. 

Today, at the point where the road turns to gravel, there is a sign advising that the road is closed.  Like almost any typical motorcyclist, I continue on anyway, past the Inn, until I am stopped by a power shovel whose width is just a little less than that of the road.  The gravel road had washed out in a few areas in the previous weeks of heavy rain, and they are fixing it. 

I stop to ponder my predicament.  The work crew spots me, and waves me on past the shovel, but in the ditch next to the road.  I motion that the space is too narrow.  They take another look, acknowledge that it is, and start up the giant machine to move it two feet further from the ditch -- and closer to the edge of the road they just filled in, and the steep slope down.  I had visions of the power shovel slipping down the embankment.  Fortunately, it didn't, at least not while I was there.  The space the operator opened up looks wide enough, but the men had spread some loose soil on the far side of the equipment that I will have to plow through.  I ponder that for a few seconds, then, in fine dirt-bike fashion, I give it the gas aggressively, stand on the pegs, and slither through it.  I stop for a second, a little surprised at my success, frankly.  One of the workmen says I will encounter one more machine further ahead.  Oh, joy.  Well, I've gotten this far.  Let's see what's ahead. 

Actually, I encounter five large dump trucks in line waiting to dump their loads.  They are parked in the road so there is not enough room to get by on the uphill side, but there are three or four feet of space on the downhill side.

And, boy, is it down!  A steep dropoff from the edge of the road, maybe 50 feet down.  I steel my nerves, literally say to myself "look where you want to go," and go.  I get by these obstacles all right too, but I'd rather not be so close to a recently-filled edge with no guardrail whatsoever. 

The gravel road ends at Old US-70, and it is only a very short way to the Ridgecrest Conference Center, my destination.  I park in front of the main building, take off my helmet and gloves, and go in to register. 

I have come 200 miles, and it has taken me around eight and a half hours to do it.  There have been many stops along the way, today, but I have been in no hurry.  It is pleasant to just poke along sometimes.  It helps me unwind from the workaday world. 

I decide to visit a high overlook on the campus, the Eagle's Nest, before I go to my room.  There is a narrow road all the way up, with some gravel, but the view of the adjacent valley and I-40 is very nice.

And view, I do, for a few minutes in this quiet place.

A nearby sign is a good reminder.

After a few minutes, I mount up, go back down the little road, find my room, and unload the bike. 

I notice that a few bikes are already here. 

All Harley-Davidson.  I feel like a minority already.  We'll see what else shows up. 

Well, this is different:

 

A Can-Am Spyder.  You can get a new one for between $17,000 and about $30,000. 
And here is an old veteran:

How'd he get that leviathan in there? 

More heavy stuff. 

I am seeing triple.  Too many tail lights. 

I wonder how much weight he can safely carry in that Tag A Long papoose? 

Looks like I'm still a minority

My little Ninja amongst the Harleys and a few sport tourers. 

A trailer queen. 

Maybe they live a long way from here. What is that red thing in the background?

This:  

It is a Thoroughbred Motorsports Stallion, a three wheeled vehicle with a Ford 2.3 liter four cylinder engine, automatic transmission, a steering wheel, and heat and air conditioning.  From what I can see, you can pick one up for around $34,000 new or $30,000 used. 

And one naked sportbike:

Looks almost new.  I never did find the owner.

I change out of my riding gear, shower, and prepare for supper.  I start to spot some familiar faces from previous rallies, and the group from near home has arrived.  The food here at Ridgecrest is always tasty, and they start out proving it again this year: Pork tenderloin, seasoned green beans, and baked potatoes.  All of it is excellent.  I won't lose any weight on this trip! 

We assemble in a large room, where we hear about the coming events of the weekend, and we have a short singing and worship service.

Afterward, the seminar I choose -- one amongst a dozen or so -- is given by a former policeman, Ed Obaugh, on Protect Yourself in Court.  I hope never to be on trial in a court, but I could still be called as a witness for some reason.  It is good to know what to do, anyway.  The presenter is a devoted Christian, and it shows in his speech and actions. His descriptions of incidents in his career show, too, his Christian character. 

After the seminar, several of us sit in a row of rocking chairs outside on a porch, like a bunch of old folks.  [If the shoe fits, Bucky...]  We discuss the day's activities, and plans for the next day.  I am tired from the ride, and turn in.  Danny comes into the room a few minutes later, we chew the fat a bit, but are soon sawing down massive forests big time. 

It has been an enjoyable day, with more to come. 


Links to related postings:

Rally to Ridgecrest, 2013 -- Day 1
Rally to Ridgecrest, 2013 -- Day 2
Rally to Ridgecrest, 2013 -- Days 3 and 4

Freedom is Never Free! -- Rally to Ridgecrest, 2011, Part I
Freedom is Never Free! -- Rally to Ridgecrest, 2011, Part II

Rally to Ridgecrest Facebook Page

Memorial Day 2010 Weekend Rally
Memorial Day 2010 Weekend Rally, Part II, The Ride Up
Memorial Day 2010 Weekend Rally, Part III, Saturday
Memorial Day 2010 Weekend Rally, Part IV, Sunday and the Ride Home.

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Previews of Coming Attractions

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Wrenching

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The chain adjustment on many bikes consists of a carrier with a threaded stud extending to the rear with an adjustment nut and jamb nut to hold it at the desired position. 

On my Ninja 650R, the nuts are two different sizes across flats, the larger being for adjustment, the smaller for locking the first.  Well, I have adjusted the chain a few times, and I changed it for new once, so each time, I have had to adjust these nuts. 

The first couple of times, I used a standard box-end wrench from my toolbox.  Unfortunately, the thickness of the larger wrench is greater than the thickness of the large nut.  This caused the smaller wrench on the small nut to slip off, rounding its corners.

In hindsight -- always 20/20 -- I should have used the wrenches in the bike's toolkit.  Duh.  

Not wanting to show off my ineptness to every passerby, I replaced the damaged nuts the last time I had the rear wheel off for a tire change and chain adjustment. 

To avoid a repeat performance, I bought a couple of wrenches specifically for making this adjustment, one 12mm, and the other 14mm.  The larger of the new wrenches was also too thick, and would have caused the same problem.  I solved this issue by grinding down the thickness of the larger wrench to match the thickness of that nut: The left side of the right hand wrench in the picture below. 

Here is a shot of the wrenches in place for adjustment. 

A nice fit, and they don't slip off. 

I found a small plastic box to store the wrenches in, and I put a card in there with them showing the socket sizes of the axle and its castle nut, the range of chain play that is acceptable, and the torque to which the axle nut should be tightened. 

That saves me from digging in the service manual every time I have to make an adjustment.  You can see I have fingered it several times with my greasy digits. 

This pair of wrenches that fit properly works much better.  The small wrench doesn't slip off now, and my new hardware remains like new. 
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Memorial Day

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This Memorial Day, remember that only two forces were willing to die for us;
Jesus who died for our souls, and
the American soldier, who is willing to die for our freedom.

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Got My Goat

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The other day, I went out on a quick ride of only sixty or so miles to break in a set of new brake linings and a new rear tire.  It had been raining for several days and it threatened rain in the morning, but I went out anyway, taking my rainsuit, glove covers, and boot covers along just in case.

I wanted to go on a route that would not put too much braking stress on the new linings until they have around 250 miles on them.  That new rear tire could also be a bit slick.

I laid out a tentative route that was augmented by some wandering around on roads near Pickens South Carolina.  I wanted a few mostly sweeping curves and quite a few places to apply the brakes to get them accustomed to the old disks.

To my surprise, at an intersection stop sign, I came across a man and two goats.  One goat was within a fenced field near the road, but the other was loose and became very interested in me as I came to a stop.  He came across the road and happily ambled up to me, almost as though he had a smile on his face, having just spotted an old friend. 

I was concerned that I was about to witness goaticide aided by a fast car coming on the cross road.  Fortunately, that didn't take place. 

Well, I am not the old goat's old friend, but I must have looked enough like one to suit him.  The farmer came across the road toward me, grabbed his errant charge by a horn, and led him back to his pen.

I didn't think to get the camera out to record this momentous event, and I went on my way.  

A few miles further, I was putting along on Old Saluda Dam Road, and was rounding a gentle right hander, when I spotted something: 

More goats.  This time, congregated in the road in front of me! 

I wasn't going fast, and I was rounding the curve near the centerline, as I should have been for best sight distance.  This little herd had come from a dirt driveway on the right beyond the curve a short ways.  Of course, I was startled to see this sight, and had to take action.

I didn't think too much about it, but I applied the front and rear brakes, gently at first, then straightened up the bike and headed into the opposite lane before I braked the bike a bit more aggressively.  Fortunately, I could see far enough ahead, and there was nothing coming the other way, so there was little drama. 

The point is, though, that anything can turn up on the road just around the next curve or over the next rise.  Today, it was some errant and curious goats.  Tomorrow it could be a pile of sand washed across the road, or a pile of -- well -- excrement, wet leaves, a bird lacking navigational skills, or one of many other hazards. 

Worse, it could be another vehicle or a downed tree.  You just never know. 

So, even though it was not a close call, I am glad I pulled on my best crash costume this morning, and was riding within my sight distance.  I might have needed that crash gear today, what will all these things potentially trying to get my goat. 

Happy riding, and ATGATT rules!  See the difference here. 
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Time to Re-Tire and Take a Brake

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No, I am not yet old enough to retire, and I'm not going into a hiatus from the bike, but my front tire wore out and my back tire was close behind it. 

Most of you know that I am not a very aggressive rider.  My last two front tires, Michelin Pilot Road 2s, lasted 15,000 and 12,000 miles, while the rear average about 11,000, not including one that got punctured during my trip down the gravel Musterground Road at 8,500 miles.

Don't you sportbiker hoodlums make fun of my tire life that's three times what yours is.  I like to make things last a long time, you know.  [Now, if I could get some wear on the sides of the tires, too....]

I noticed something I had not previously seen on that last front tire.  It was slightly more worn on the left side than on the right.  I attribute this to higher speeds and lean angles on left-hand curves than on right.  I suppose this is because of the greater sight distance on left handers.
Edit: One of my blog readers, rc5695, pointed out in his comment below what should have been obvious to me: That the wear is caused more by the crown of the roads.  That makes sense. 


I sent away for a new Michelin Pilot Road 3 front at Jake Wilson, and had it put on at the Powersports dealer on Wade Hampton Boulevard in Greenville.  They almost always have time to do it while you wait, and they use the proper clip-on balance weights.  Some other places use stick on weights that are functional, but leave a sticky mess when removed.

Oh, by the way, the Cycle Gear store is right next to the Powersports dealer, so you can kill two birds with one stone, drooling over all manner of bikes and accessories.

I have noticed that there is a surprising contrast between these two stores.   The sales people in the Powersports dealer have never asked if they could help me, despite my milling around the showroom while waiting for tire changes.  By contrast, the Cycle Gear store clerks always ask, but don't push.  I would think that with such rotten sales over the last few years, the Powersports personnel would at least ask.  Who knows, maybe I could be persuaded to buy some of their two-wheeled wares.  (Don't tell my wife that I could be tempted, though.) 

My last rear tire finally wore out, too after a little over 9000 miles, so I looked around and found that STG had the lowest price on a Pilot Road 2.  That previous tire, a Pilot Road 3, lasted about 2000 miles less than the Pilot Road 2 before it, so I went back to a 2.  Powersports also mounted this one. 

Look here.  Nice and shiny.  Hasn't touched the road yet. 

By the way, do you know where the phrase "Time to Re-Tire" in my title comes from?  It is the slogan of the Fisk Tire Company.  Actually, the entirety of the slogan is "Time to Re-Tire. Get a Fisk."

1951 Fisk Tires original vintage advertisement.
It features the Big Boy tire with white sidewall protected with scuff guard.
Manufactured by United States Rubber Company.

The little Fisk Tire boy first appeared in 1907 when Burr Giffen, a young commercial artist working for Fisk Tire Company, sketched a figure of a yawning boy wearing pajamas. His right arm encircled a tire, and his left hand held a candle. Fisk management was enthusiastic about the sketch, and the clever slogan "Time to Re-Tire" was inked in below the figure. The drawing was copyrighted in 1910 and was registered as a trademark in the U.S. Patent Office in 1914.

While I was changing the tires, I noticed that the brake linings were getting a little thin -- not worn to the indicator grooves, but probably worthwhile replacing.  I looked at OEM replacements, but they are quite expensive.  Then I looked at Blue Ridge Performance, a shop that caters to the Ninja 650R. They sell EBC brand HH linings.  Being the miser I am, I continued to search for a low price.  Ebay to the rescue.  I found a complete set of four front pads for $50, and a set of two rear for $25.  I hit Buy It Now, and had all of them in my hands within three days.

The pretty new ones, and the dirty originals:

I have the bike's service manual, so installing the brakes was straightforward.  I am always careful to adhere to the proper installation torque of fasteners on my bike, so the torque wrench comes out frequently during servicing. 

How many of you recognize the bending beam style torque wrench I am using here? 

I decided to flush the brake lines while I was at it, so I got out my very sophisticated bleeding rig -- a hose submerged in some brake fluid in a jar.  Brake fluid is hygroscopic, so it pays to flush out the old occasionally, say every 30,000 miles or so. 

The procedure is simple, if a little tedious.  Just apply light brake pressure on the lever, open the bleeder screw, squeeze slowly not quite to the end of stroke, close the bleeder, then release the lever.  Do this over and over until new fluid comes out of the hose.  Keep the brake master cylinder reservoir full, though, or you will introduce air into the lines that is very difficult to purge.  Keep the brake fluid off the paint and plastic too.  It tends to eat them up. 

You can see that I have also removed the Hippo Hands for the summer.  I hope it stays warm now. 

Now this is something you don't see very often these days, on the back of the new linings:

Here are the new rear linings snuggled into their proper places. 

Hmmmm.  New tires and new brakes.  Pretty soon, this will be like a new bike: I've replaced the chain, adjusted the valve clearance, cleaned and spruced up the outside, and changed the oil and filter. 

I'll report on the brake performance difference once the new linings are well worn in.  Rain is predicted this weekend, so it may be a while.

So, if you see me on the road, it'll look like I'm riding a new scoot that goes, stops, and turns almost like it just rolled off the showroom floor.  Wave when you see me!  I'll do the same. 
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