A Sharp Blade

I was visiting Seattle one spring, to escape the inevitable mud and snow of Bozeman and remember what green things looked like, when I walked into a small shop that sold Japanese saws. There was nothing on display, just boxes stacked in the back of the room and a counter with an older Japanese gentleman standing behind it.  I had heard he had a particular type of Japanese saw that I was looking for and inquired about it.

“Yes, I’ve got one”, raising an eyebrow, “but it is not the best, you want to see the best.”

“Sure, I’ll look at it, but show me the one I asked for too.”

He reaches under the counter and pulls out an menagerie of blades, handles and some wood to demonstrate on.

He examined me as he handed me the saw I had asked him about, “you know how to use it properly?”

I took the saw and the piece of wood and started to cut.

“No, like this” and he took another saw to demonstrate a better stroke along with an explanation of the intricacies of the method.  He was very accomplished.

It was a rainy, I didn’t have anything pressing, so I spent the next 45 minutes looking at and discussing the different saws he had; uninterrupted since no other customers had come in.  I ended up buying a couple of the saws he that had demonstrated were the best and was getting ready to go.

“You use chisels?” he probed

“Yes.”

“Are they sharp?”

“Sharp enough, do you sell chisels too?”

“No, … You know how to sharpen them?”

“I do OK.”

“Draw what you think is sharp”, as he slid a piece of paper and a pen across the counter.

I made marks similar the the drawing in Figure 1a.

“That’s not sharp”, he then drew the a drawing like Figure 2a.  “That is sharp”, while looking at me crossing his arms across his chest.

I took the bait. “what I drew is sharper than that.”

“Really?”, then he proceeded to lay out his case.  It was a good case too.SomethingSharp

He started by pointing out that when sharpening a blade to a fine edge, as in Figure 1a, there comes a point when the metal is so thin it has no structural support.  In other words at the finest point where 2 planes of a piece of metal converge it is at places only 1 grain of metal thick and it is not consistent since even when using a very fine grit abrasive the grit of the abrasive is larger than the metal grains.  The product of this process, if looked at under extreme magnification would look like the drawing in Figure 1b, and the edge so thin it would be fragile.  While it would cut, or actually saw, and appear sharp it would dull quickly as some of the edge brakes off and other portions bend over.  If fact when we use a sharpening steel to sharpen a blade, we actually aren’t sharpening it, but realigning the metal at the edge. With this process it doesn’t take very long before the blade is dull beyond the point of recovery.

Polishing the back of a blade

Polishing the back of a blade

In reality what we want to produce when sharpening a blade is not 2 planes converging, but 2 planes coming very close to converging then being joined by a 3rd plane that is the minimum thickness to keep the 2 planes from converging while remaining to maintain the stability of the metal’s lattice structure.  This is best illustrated by the drawing in Figure 2a and the benefits and stability are illustrated by the drawing in Figure 2b.  When you are able to achieve this configuration on a blade, it will cut smooth and remain sharp.

Evidence that the back is flat

Evidence that the back is flat

Great theory, but how do you get there?  Well, he showed me and I’ll describe it as best I can, using a single bevel plane blade as an example.  This process works on bi-bevel blades such as knives too, but requires some adjustments in technique.

Start by polishing the back side of the plane blade first to insure that it is flat.  This is done by laying it back side down on a stone and working it until it has an even patina of abrasion from edge to edge.  Next you will work the bevel, to do this you will need a guide to maintain a perfect angle while sharpening, I don’t believe anyone is able to hold it freehand precisely enough to meet the goal of creating a precision edge.  Repeat this process, backside then front, until you are at the finest grit stone you will be sharpening with.  While working with the last grit on the bevel polish it until you raise a burr all along the back side of the blade, then take the blade while holding it with the point resting on the stone and drag it smoothly about 1 inch, you just made your 3rd plane.  Next, polish the bevel on the stone counting the strokes, checking for the burr to be raised again after each stroke.  Once you get a burr again, hold the blade with the point on the stone and duplicate the drag you did previously.  Now polish the blade one more time counting the strokes, but with 2 to 4 less strokes and you have a sharp blade that will maintain its edge.

Draw the blade back 1 inch

Draw the blade back 1 inch

A few details to be aware of:

  • Insure your stones are flat.  If you are using water stones they will develop a shape with use that you will need to addressed by flattening them.
  • Use a 3 point guide so the blade will define its own cant.

Lastly, its been about 20 years since I had this valuable encounter and over the years I lost the contact information of the man that educated me on sharpening.  I’ve tried to find this gentleman again unsuccessfully, but while writing this I searched one more time and I found him on the internet.  The shop’s name is Tashiro Hardware, LLC, of Seattle, Washington and the proprietors name is Frank Tashiro.  On his website tashirohardware.com he notes that he will be 93 in January of 2015 and It appears he is shutting up shop, but hopes to publish a manual on sharpening prior to shutting down his website.  As of this writing he hadn’t published the manual yet, but I hope he does. Based on the education I got in his shop in a couple of hours, having his knowledge preserved in a manual will greatly benefit anyone who is interested in maintaining a sharp blade.

On to Bend

I force myself to stay in the tent at least till dawn breaks; otherwise our schedules will be incompatible.  I have developed a specific routine to give Lori more time to sleep, while I start prepping for the days travels.  It’s a compromise, I generally get up very early and start my day, Lori would prefer to sleep in.  With this routine I’m not moving as fast as I’d like to be, but Lori is moving faster than she would normally, so we meet in the middle. Once coffee and tea is ready I wake Lori with a cup, it is just barely enough incentive to get her going.  After breakfast Lori showers while I start packing the bike so we can be off at a reasonable time, with that said we are rarely moving before 9 am.

It’s not a matter of just ride, ride, ride, but we’re trying to cover a lot of miles and if we want to have the leisure to stop, then we need to budget our time.  Unlike car travel, a 500 plus mile day is hard on a motorcycle, 350 mile days are what I like to plan for and 150–250 mile days provide opportunities to really see an area while traveling leisurely. Anyhow with these kinds of time/mileage constraints if we don’t start rolling till noon, we either aren’t going to get very far or we aren’t going to stop much.

Late last night a couple of motorcyclists pulled into the campsite across from ours.  While we were both packing this morning we visited a little bit, the basic questions; where are you going? Where have you been?  Turns out they had been riding around Yellowstone and were heading back home to Spokane; they were planning on taking a loop through northeastern Oregon but ran out of time.  Since they weren’t going to be able to ride through northeastern Oregon and we were, they offered to let us take their riding guide book on the area and mail it back to them latter.  We appreciated the offer but settled for letting Lori read through some of the routes so we could decide what route to take across Oregon.  Over the years we’ve grown somewhat accustomed to help and generosity from fellow riders, this is not an exception.  We wished each other safe travels and were both on our way within 5 minutes of each other.

I typically know where we want to end up at the end of the day, but don’t have a rigid plan of how we will get there.  Today we are going to start by heading towards Enterprise, Oregon on highway 129, which will take us through the Grande Ronde River Canyon.  I had hoped to make it through here last night and camp on the other side of the canyon, but we were worn out and the heat in the canyon would have been miserable.

It’s overcast, but the temperature is pleasant.  We cross the river to Clarkston, Washington and turn south on 129.  We ascend out of the out of the river bottom onto bench land covered in wheat fields that are being lit by the morning sun as it peeks through the clouds, the day is starting out wonderfully.  After about 20 miles we start the descent into an arm of Hells Canyon formed by the Grande Ronde River.  The road is tight twisties as it descends and ascends the canyon walls and there is no traffic, allowing for a pleasant spirited ride for about 20 miles.  Once on the other side of the canyon the terrain changes to rolling bench land with occasional views of the canyon to the east, it’s here just after you enter the Wallowa-Whitman National Forest that I would like to explore as a possible campsite in the future.

We get to Enterprise about 10:30, the coffee I made this morning wasn’t the best and we are ready for a break.  After riding around town a bit we find an establishment downtown named Gypsy Java, it looks interesting, we go in.  It’s kind of eclectic, lots of seemingly unrelated things around, furniture, games, books, art work, musical instruments, we like it.  We visit with the barista, probably the proprietor, as she gets our orders.  Slow, but excellent, the day is still beautiful and we take the handmade mugs outside to enjoy.

Suzuki V-strom

Suzuki V-strom

Our bike sits on the street fully loaded with our discarded riding gear draped over it.  It’s a dual sport motorcycle developed for adventure touring, a Suzuki DL-650 V-Strom.  All of our supplies for a two week trip are packed onto the motorcycle.  In the right side case are our clothes, the left side case contains our tent, sleeping bags and sleeping pads, the tank bag has our toiletries, electronics, and maps, the tank panniers carry water and tools; everything we need on our trip except food, which we buy as we go.  We have a topcase on the back of the bike for storing helmets and gear when we stop, but it is usually empty when we are riding; this helps maintain the proper weight distribution for riding.  I always enjoy riding into a campground filled with Assorted RV’s loaded with toys, towing other toys and am glad we don’t require as many things to enjoy traveling.

Adventure touring motorcycles are configured to be multifunctional, opposed to street racing or off road motorcycles, they are able to perform many tasks.  Some of the characteristics common to adventure touring motorcycles include an upright riding position, wider handle bars and suspension that is more compliant and has a greater range of travel; this allows them to more easily travel on both paved and unpaved surfaces.  Other than a few basic similarities individual makes can vary widely, from 400cc to 1200cc and from more dirt oriented to more street oriented.  In reality any motorcycle can be used for adventure travel, the most important element is a rider with a desire and the skills to make it happen.

The V-Strom is at the lower end of the price curve for a bike that is configured for adventure touring and able to easily ride 2 up.  The engine does seem to be working when we are droning down the interstate 2 up, but it is more than capable when riding the back roads, and we hate riding the interstate anyway.  It’s not a dirt bike by any means, most adventure touring bikes aren’t, but we have ridden many miles on dirt roads and jeep trails, a nice option when traveling.  Depending on how hard we ride we can go a little over 200 miles before we need to fuel up, and when there is a need we can ride easy and get 250 miles out of it.

The sun was breaking through the clouds in a few places to the east, but we were heading west towards an incoming front.  We weren’t out of Enterprise more than 30 miles on highway 82 before we started feeling the change in the weather, the winds became strong out of the southwest producing a headwind as we got closer to La Grande.  By the time we reached La Grande we needed fuel and a rest from the weather.

I realized this was going to be a hard day of riding.  I wanted to make Bend, Oregon before stopping which was at this point about 300 more miles; it was already 12:30, considering the roads probably 6 more hours of riding.  The fuel break turned into and hour, early in a trip there is no such thing a s quick stop, we are still getting into the routine.

The winds were not as big a factor after we left La Grande, but the temperature continued to drop for the rest of the day and we rode through a few rain squalls.  The roads were good; I’ve ridden through northeast Oregon a number of times and have yet to find a bad road, apparently I’m not the only one who thinks so, local stores in the area have printed up a motorcycle touring map they give out.  We picked up 244 to Ukiah and from there we headed towards Heppner.

From Heppner we took Hwy 207 south to Mitchell. We needed fuel and  Mitchell is not much of a town; at one time been prosperous but not anymore. Mitchell is just east of the John Day Fossil beds National Monument on Hwy 26, I’d guess that much of their business comes from motorcyclist on day rides from Bend, enjoying the twisties through the canyon.   None the less there was an old gas station, with not quite antique pumps.  It didn’t look open, but as we rode up the attendant walked out from behind the building to fuel us.  Oregon passed a law that doesn’t allow for self service fuel pumps, but it does exempt motorcyclist as long as an attendant starts the pump for them.  Fortunately we had cash in small bills, the operation didn’t take credit cards and for a cash drawer there was an assortment of change spread out across the top of the gas pump.  We kind of have to envy the ability for a business man to be able to say “the hell with modernization I’m gonna run it this way”.

We are both pretty worn out by this time, every so often the sun peeks through the clouds giving the hope that it will warm up; the hope is false.  We are about 100 miles from Bend and there are two towns that may have lodging before we get there, Prineville and Redmond.  I do a quick search on my phone to see if there are any decent lodging prices and find none.  We will push on to Bend.

There is a State Park campground just north of bend on the Deschutes River called Tumalo, we’ve stayed there in the past.  The State Parks in Oregon are nice; many have options besides tent camping such as yurts, tepees or log cabins which we have used in the past.  We were both chilled as we pulled into Tumalo State Park.  In our rush to get here we didn’t stop to put on heated gear as it cooled off.  After hours of riding in falling temperatures you lose a lot of heat from your body and I have to say apparently we don’t learn very quickly because this happens once about every trip.  I had hoped one of the yurts would be available, they have heaters and we would be able to warm up, but there weren’t. The price had also gone up, last year the yurts rented for $27 per night and now they were $39.

I looked up hotels and found some that started at $35, so we went into town and got one.  I use an app on my phone called “Hotel Price Compare”, it looks at 30 different hotel booking sites for last minute deals, it came up with a good one at $42.  While checking in the front desk attendant said the price would be $52, I told him it was advertised at $42 and he said that was for 1 person.  I was too tired and cold to argue or go somewhere else so we checked in.

We immediately turned up the heat, got out of our wet clothes then took hot showers to get the heat back in our bodies.  While Lori was showering I went across the street and got a Pizza and a bottle of wine and we were done for the night, all is good.

Tomorrow our pace changes.