Sorry Forum people, I'm re-hashing this in "copy & paste" form to keep this forum up to date with my lame stories.
Taking a moment to escape from headaches around work & the house to reflect again on a great ride. ----
Plans for the Annual Arizona ride in April were made, and I wasn't about to miss this one. Jon planned an awesome ride and I needed it this year.
The time arrived to start packing and hitting the road south. I'll leave Tuesday April 5th and take the long way. My neighbor/riding partner had been asking me all along about this ride I was going on, and how he wished he could go but "If I get that done, and then call work...."
Ray was telling himself that it just wasn't going to happen for him.
Until Monday evening.
Ray walks across the street as I'm packing and says,
"Which way are you going? Did you say you're going down 395?"
I laid out my plans again for him and how I planned to Camp in Alabama Hills the first night. Which then prompted the "Do you mind if I ride along to there? My dad's sick in LA, and I'll split off there and see him."
"You better get packing"
He runs home and starts swapping tires on his GS and packing. We'll head out at 7:00AM for Tahoe and drop over the Sierras on Kingsbury Grade to the East side and head down.
Tuesday morning; he backs out of the garage and hits the brakes.
Remember the tire change the night before?
He forgot to pump up the brakes and backs right into his wife's van and knocks off his Jesse luggage before he dumps the bike in the driveway.
Toilet plunger to the side of the van, dent's mostly gone, maybe she won't notice?
Quick! Load up and let's hit the road before she comes out.......
Traffic jam in Sacramento, we hit the foothills and coffee calls me.
He has a GS, we can stop at Starbucks right?
Onward and upward!
We stop for lunch in Tahoe at the Red Hut Cafe (shameless plug, the old one on Kingsbury Grade Road) and then head over Hwy 207 to Hwy 395.
We head south and stop in Walker to see old friends who helped me out years ago when I totaled my truck up there.
I see the Indians and figured rental bikes, but asked "Where are you headed?"
All I got was a petrified look and then the guy says something to the gal and she responds in a heavy Russian accent "We are from Moscow!" We chat for a while and she tells me that they are making one HUGE loop of Grand Canyon, Moab, Zion, San Francisco, and then back down Hwy 1 to LA to fly home.
All in a week.
"Ya better get going..."
Back on the road and miles click away......
to be continued====