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May 6, 2013

QUAIL RIDE: 2013

5:50 PM

Shay Zak aboard a tasty Velocette Thruxton

It sells out quickly, so the 120 motorcyclists (plus guests) who shelled out for the Quail Ride must consider it worth $290 for a light breakfast, a CHP-guided tour of Central Coast back roads, a few hot laps of Laguna Seca racetrack, a catered lunch, a fantastic banquet dinner (with speakers like Cook Nielson, yours truly, and a preview of the upcoming feature film 'Why We Ride' - more on that later), and two passes to the Quail Motorcycle Gathering the next day, which also includes an excellent free lunch and booze. With room rates at the newly-reopened Quail Lodge averaging $160/nite, its no wonder at all that the entire hotel was booked, too, as the Quail is ridiculously nice for the money. But its not all about the dough, is it?

You don't see many riding shots IN the 'Corkscrew'... so thanks to my intrepid passenger Susan!

Last year's Quail Ride dodged the rain, but we trod on cat's feet across the narrow, wet, and tree-shaded lanes of Carmel Valley and beyond. This year was full sun all day, with the temp peaking at 85 degrees heading down Laureles Grade Road, after creating our own heat around Laguna Seca. In a nutshell, it was perfect, with a little bizarre thrown in for entertainment - I'll let you spot the strange, and let the photos do the talking.

A show winner at last year's Qual; the Magni-chassis BSA triple sounded fantastic while hammering around the track

Actually, this is a Chopper. But not that kind; the rear section can be attached to the rider's 'cage' with the engine vertical, and yes, that's a rotor in back of the rider. He's promised next year he'll 'Ride to the Quail, and fly home'. Brave.

Sweet Commando under the oak trees

This year's iteration of the Crocetti Special Triumph

Deb ditched the Dream for this new RE

Hot Dunstall Norton with distinctive alloy 810cc cylinder barrels (years before the factory made an 850cc) and early disc brakes; all Dunstall equipment - rare!

Some were happy to pay $11/gal for 110octane race gas!

Ride organizer Gordon McCall blew past me at 90mph on his local-roads playground

Nice to see the show bikes, especially the Customs, come out to play. This is a well-done Panhead

Other kinds of horsepower

'Fass Mikey' Vils with Irma and his Cannonball Harley JD inside Talbott Winery

Journalist John Stein and his nifty ex-Catalina GP Yamaha

Ken Arman on his Commando, just about to drop into the Corkscrew, a blind-left-right-downhill combination: fun!

Immaculate Suzuki 'Kettle' GT750 watercooled two-stroke triple

Our host Rob Talbott at his winery in the Santa Lucia Highlands, with his high-mileage touring BMW GS. He'd just returned from an 11,000 mile round-America tour

Preparing to re-enter the gorgeous Salinas River Valley

Sometimes 'The Man'...isn't!

My humble ride, two-up; the 'Project Desert Rat' Triumph TR5T, proudly covered in Mojave Desert dirt

Turn 2 at Laguna Seca

In the 1970s, Craig Vetter built the 'Mystery Ship'; he should have waited. This is his high-gas-mileage special, now clad in aluminum

Two Zero electric sports bikes joined the ride; silent and swift...

...at least, they passed me going up the big hill to the Corkscrew!

Chasing the silver fish

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April 2, 2013

'THE QUAIL' IS GROWING

12:30 PM

The most welcome news for the upcoming Quail Motorcycle Gathering (May 4, 2013) isn't just that the Quail Lodge is open for business (with rooms at very reasonable prices given the locale)...the best news concerns Gordon McCall's new relationship with Quail Lodge, following the retirement of former President Lawson Little. While Gordon isn't taking the mantle of President, he's become more involved in scheduling new events at the Quail, and making the existing events better, which means the visibility and outreach of the Motorcycle Gathering is already increasing. I noted a nice full-page ad in Cycle World this month, and that CW is sponsoring an open 'after party' on Saturday night, post-Concours.

McCall, who organizes the best events during Pebble Beach Week (the Monterey Jet Center party and Quail Motorsports Gathering), has taken a very patient approach to building up the Motorcycle Gathering, after securing the calendar date in early May formerly occupied by the fantastic Legends of the Motorcycle Concours, which is sorely missed, and which remains the only motorcycle Concours to draw a truly international crowd, who mingled in a massive spread of top-tier motorcycles. McCall has long wanted his Motorcycle Gathering to have the impact and reach of the Legends, but is content to allow his event to build organically, in increments.

As usual, the Quail Ride runs on Friday May 3rd, and is rumored to cover a different route this year, but will include a few laps around legendary Laguna Seca raceway. The Ride is turning out to be almost as much of an attraction as the Gathering, with a huge turnout of diverse machines, from Shinya Kimura's hand-hammered customs to exotic hub-center Bimotas and a mix of beautiful vintage machines with Craig Vetter's 'green fleet' of fuel-economy contestants.

As usual, I'll emcee the Motorcycle Gathering with Gordon, and scrub sidewall rubber on the Ride on Friday. Hope to see you there!

More information:
To Enter a Motorcycle in the Concours click here:

To Purchase Tickets to the Motorcycle Gathering click here:

For Lodging at the Quail click here (enter group code: motorcycle): or call 866.675.1101

To Participate in the Quail Ride click here:

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November 9, 2012

SHINY PEBBLES IN THE CALI SUN...

7:34 AM

[Somehow, my articles about Pebble Beach Week last August were all in print magazines...here's one from The Automobile, which has more of a four-wheel focus, but you get the gist...]

Leading off the week's parties; the McCall Motorworks Revival at the Monterey Jet Center has a compelling mix of aircraft, cars, and motorcycles

There’s no other word for it; surpassing all other superlatives you’re likely to hear about August’s Pebble Beach Week in Carmel, the most accurate is exhausting. That’s no pun on the motoring focus, but is your likely feeling on Monday morning; tired, hung over, and with a mighty dent in your wallet. What was once, many years ago, an exemplary Concours d’Elegance on a golf course overlooking Monterey Bay, has expanded to an automotive edifice, growing crenellations and turrets every year. In the space of 6 days, one might attend 10 different shows, daily vintage races at Laguna Seca Raceway, three vintage tours, six major auctions – each taking more than one day – and countless parties large and small, from the buy-your-ticket Motorworks Revival at the Monterey Jet Center, to a dozen you’re-not-invited events at the big tents of Jaguar, Mercedes, etc. I challenge anyone to do it all; I tried this year, and failed.

Jet Center; a Vincent Black Shadow keeps company with a Yamaha TZ750 and Ford GT40

The ‘institution’ events are well-known; the Pebble BeachConcours, the Quail Motorsports Gathering, the Monterey Historic vintage races; you, holder of this magazine, already know them. These are the pillars of the week. The ‘other’ events leverage the presence of thousands of vehicle-mad tourists eager to see More; more shows (German, Italian, Small Car, Novel Junque, etc), more swank parties, more Tours, more vehicles for sale. That all these events are thriving in a ‘down’ economy indicates Carmel has not yet reached saturation, and undoubtedly, a Motorcycle-only show will soon appear, as will further ‘niche’ automotive events.

Pebble Beach Concours; the moto-theme this year was Germany, and BMW obliged by shipping the unique R7 ....which won the motorcycle concours

A testament to the power of the big shows is their popular draw; while the Sunday Pebble Beach Concours is limited by fire dep’t order to 25,000 spectators, it’s an open secret they regularly sell twice that many tickets. Other telling indicators are the myriad ‘what about mine?’ events during the week. As an example, your Italian stallion – say, one of 2800 Ferrari 308s produced, and shiny as a waxed apple – will never be accepted on Pebble’s lawn, but the Concorso Italiano will be happy, for a small fee, to display it on a different golf course (right next to Laguna Seca!), in a lineup of 30 or 40 identical models. The Concorso is the same Friday as the Quail, but you’re as likely to gain Quail entry as you are a Radiohead ticket for a small-venue concert; even at $400 a pop, the Quail sells out instantly. The Concorso feels as uncrowded as the limited-access Quail (3000 tickets only), not due to limited attendance but by sheer acreage…the Italian show is Huge, and overwhelming numbers of Alfas, Maseratis, Lamborghinis, Fiats, Ferraris, and Isos are lined up like Mussolini’s troops on parade: colorful, noisy, celebratory, and not nearly so battle-ready as they think.

Quail Motorsports Gathering; can a guy just eat his sushi without a Cobra chuntering off to Laguna Seca?

A similar story applies to the Legends of the Autobahn show, or the Little Car show, or the fantastic Tour of LeMons, the anti-concours People’s Pebble, a meandering parade of cringe-worthy Pintos, Pacers, and Gremlins, triple-victims of questionable design, the ravages of age, and poor maintenance. No one could fail to smile at this cheeky send-up of the richy-rich pomp and circumstance of the ‘Real’ shows, where millionaire show organizers award prizes to mill-or-billionaire car owners. Long may the LeMons wave…it nearly disappeared this year, but sponsor Hagerty Insurance, sensing a marketing opportunity amidst all the fun, stepped in with a check and saved the day.

Pebble Beach; the 3-2-1 winners of the Moto-Concours, with a Münch Mammut, BMW R68, and the BMW R7

And for the butts of this joke? The Quail Motorsports Gathering is doing very well, thank you, and is widely considered the best event of the week… exactly why it sells out so quickly. With limited ticket sales, the lawn of the Quail Lodge (and where would car shows be without golf?) never feels crowded; once you’re past security (one way or another – ‘gaming the system’ is a popular sport for the brave this week), the excellent catered lunch, oysters and champagne, desserts and cocktails, are yours to indulge while listening to live Japanese jazz or a Mariachi band. It’s a wonder more attendees aren’t falling-down drunk and bloated like bowling pins, but the Quail atmosphere is so damnably pleasant, the urge for mayhem evaporates. The cars are, of course, spectacular; themes this year included masterpiece pre-war Alfas and the 50^th anniversary of Iso Automobili, complete with a wry interview with Piero Rivolta, son of Iso founder Renzo. Favorite quote; “The marketing department said, ‘we need something more sexy, and faster’, so we designed the Grifo.” And so it was.

Hail Brittania!

The 800 pound gorilla of the week arrives last, and if you’re not on the actual 17-Mile Drive of Pebble Beach by 7:30am, you’ll feel the week will never end, and you’ll never see the show. Spectators are herded into parking lots hither and yon, along the side of the road and seemingly anywhere there’s shoulder room; from there (and you’d better remember ‘where’), you’ll stand in a line to board a shuttle to another parking lot, which, as per the Banksy film, you ‘enter through the gift shop’ (the Automobilia tent), trek across a hill, through the Lodge forecourt, past the port-a-potties and, eventually, to the beachfront grass. Where, being summer, it’s foggy and cold…although the sun emerged this year for a maddeningly brief time, and everyone sweated before the fog again ‘crept in on little cat feet’, to quote Carl Sandburg. Automotive categories you’ll see nowhere else are the norm at Pebble, this year including a long line of pre-1948 Rolls Royces, ex-Maharajah all, equipped with shotguns, mechanical spitting swans, exhaust-pipe organs, and even Actual Maharajahs themselves, who sat serenely in their family cars, smiling for the army of iphones stealing their souls.

The Maharajah and his daughter, the Vintagent and his sweetie

Finally, the Preservation classes at Pebble are growing in numbers and popularity, along with a creeping awareness of the historical destruction wrought by restoration-mad concorsi, whose eagerness to see their reflections in paintwork has erased any trace of the original manufacturer’s intention. FIVA’s efforts to de-legitimize modified vehicles are problematic, but their heart is in the right place to sponsor trophies for the original-paint brigade. Drab these birds might be, perched amidst hyperglossy supercars, but there’s no denying their charm, and spectators seemed fascinated with the myriad ways Time, destroyer of all material and corporeal things, has altered the appearance of once-shiny exotica. In their alligatored paint, surface rust, and worn leather, we must surely see our own inevitable decline; let’s tip our hats to these rare survivors.

Shiny enough? Nary a ripple on the bodywork of this Alfa, reflecting yet another Alfa - an 8C 2500

Quail; wandering mariachis serenading hungry revelers

Quail; taking full advantage of free cigars and wine...

Quail; super rare Crocker speedway racer

Quail; goddess style...

At the MidAmerica tent; the Triumph X-1 streamliner, with twin T110 engines, in original patina

At the Motobilia tent; a slot car track installed in the body of a 70s Camaro

The R7; despite photographic appearance of perfection, the restoration was true to its nature as a one-off design study. The pinstriping and metalwork have crude athenticity