Well let's see...
The first order of business is to say I am sorry to Darin, (SLO-KLR) for not calling when I blew through, twice, in neck of the woods. I am not going to make excuses, but, this is why...
I thought this would be an easy ride from North of San Francisco to Ventura, via Hwy 1. WRONG. I had allowed for a eight, to nine hour saddle time ride. Four hours were spent on Hwy 1, from Monterey, to San Luis Obispo. The traffic was, was, sucky at best. By the time I hit San Luis, I was tired. I was going to call but by the time I was there was about twenty minutes to choke down some food, and get back on the saddle, another 125 miles to go. That took another four hours, due to wind, Santa Barbara traffic (one hour, including spliting traffic, and having people intentionally trying to prevent me from spliting). Total time for 473 miles?
12 hours. My ass is sore. Hey and guess what? In thirty-six hours, I get to do it again, WHOO-HOO!
Sunday 5:30am. Back in the saddle again. The only thing I can think of is getting home, I am on a time restraint, need to be home by 3:00pm. I grab a handfull of throttle, and point the front tire North, my ass is still sore... Wind through Gaviota is putting me at a 45 degree angle, and people are pointing, and laughing, I get to Paso in time to refuel, and push on... (I think to myself... Self... Darin is not going to let me forget about not calling him... EVER, I'm an ass) I refuel and push on. I make it home at 3:14pm, and proceed to lay on the front lawn until someone either calls the cops, or my wife goes out to get the mail. The wife got the mail, and walked by me, and said "How was the ride?" I mumbled something, and crawled in the house, and mumbled some more.
Darin, I owe you, I hope you can forgive me. I will post up some meaningless pictures in the next few days.
This may seem like a negative report, it is not. I had a great ride, but planned it poorly.
Thanks,
MB4