I laugh now, because motorcycles no longer interest me. But I must admit I wouldn't laugh if someone were to invite me to collaborate on purchasing a warehouse full of Paramounts or Bridgestones or Sun Tour components. No matter how improved, lighter, reliable or high tech the new models, we are always susceptible to possessing a piece of the glorious past. Depending, of course, if it's a righteous good deal. Assisting their efforts are the latest high tech bicycles, specially designed clothing and power bars.
Sag wagons are near at hand for the inevitable mechanical problems.
The route is always over paved roads. Many who reach Portland after two days consider the one-day goal beyond imagination. In 1897 two young Tacoma wheelmen traveled that distance in one day, long before derailleurs or anatomical saddles. For 70 years he was a sports reporter for the Tacoma Daily Ledger, as well as for newspapers in Olympia, Aberdeen and Portland. Nearly 87 years earlier he made sporting news of his own when he and a friend rode their wheels 165 miles from Tacoma to Portland in 21 hours and nine minutes.