"Riding can put your mind in a place it's not ordinarily in," said Tom Koehler, who has been a motorcyclist for 18 years. "Sometimes it can be kind of a meditative experience. There's a certain place my head goes on a ride that I can't describe exactly. Other riders would understand and those who don't wouldn't, even if I did try to explain." Still he gave it a try, vividly recalling a late-night trip along the North Shore to Two Harbors. "The only part of the world that existed was lit up by my headlight.
Randy Charnley first found out about Duluth’s “temperature inversion” when he rode his motorcycle up East 11th Ave. “Around 10th or 11th Street, suddenly I can’t see a thing,” he said. “My windshield, my visor and my glasses all fogged off at once. I had to wobble over to the side of the road and start cleaning everything off.” He rides an ’85 Yamaha Maxim 700, a solid bike but not one designed for long road trips, as the ride gets uncomfortable after a few hours, he said.