Mark B (4) and I left to head down south on Friday morning about nine (I say about
because SOMEONE was late it was me
). Plan was to ride down while Tom Schmitz was riding up and meet in the middle at SLO-KLR's. Camp out in his yard, do some offroad action on Saturday, but let me back up....
Mark and I met up at a coffee shop in Sausalito on Friday morning and hit the road. We crossed the Golden Gate Bridge and booked it through the city to Highway 1. If you've never ridden the coast south of SF...well, you've missed out. Gorgeous ride. We hit a little traffic and there were some squids who passed us going at least 130mph. A few passed us in our lane. We saw one almost kiss a car coming in from a side road. It even kind of made me think bikers are assholes. Then I remembered I was one.
We stopped in Monterey for a quick lunch (Mexican food). It was a beautiful sunny day. Great riding day. We ate quick and got on our way. Other than the sweet twisties and views...a few highlights:
1)I saw a whale.
2)I saw a deer WAY too close to the side of the road.
3)We passed a car in Monterey with the License plate "(heart) U KLR" - I don't know whose initials they were, but Mark and I got a kick out of it. (She didn't look twice at our bikes).
4)We stopped and watched the elephant seals do their thing.
5)Saw a bunch of gorgeous hawks.
Mark and I took turns staring at the back of each other's bikes and made it down to Paso Robles at about 5. Tom was already there. We opened a good bottle of whiskey and a few beers (we poured a shot out for you, Dave...wish you could have been there, man). Darin was/is an awesome host as are the rest of his kinfolk. Dinner (Pork loin BBQ and fixings) was already started as Mark and I were shucking of our gear. Had a good dinner and some good conversation and went to bed. Tom, Mark, and I slept in a tent in Darin's yard. Slept like a log. Woke up with a German Shepard's tongue in my mouth. That's what you get for sleeping in (or trying to).
Saturday, Darin took us on a bitchin' ride around the hills by his house. A lot of good offroading. Some beautiful paved roads around Lopez Lake. Heck, pretty much everything is beautiful down there. This was the first time I had been offroad save the occasional very easy dirt or gravel road. We started our adventure with some pretty gnarly singletrack. Lots of rocks, stream crossings, complete terror. As the day progressed I got the hang of it a bit more and cursed my Gripster a little less. I don't know how many water crossings we did. A lot. And a lot of rocky dirt. It was way more than I was ready for...I thought. Turns out I did OK. No drops. Only a few times I thought I was going to die. Mark and Tom each had a drop in the dirt, but no major damage to man or machine. Darin made us all look like amateurs. It was a fun, challenging ride in beautiful country on a beautiful day. Couldn't ask for much more. We saw some other bikes (only a few) and a few jeeps. Snakes. Lizards. About 8-9 hours after leaving Darin's house, we got back. Dinner was already cooking (burritos and tacos). Man, we were hungry and the food was good. Everyone was pretty beat, so we hit the hay early.
Up early on Sunday...nice and sunny. We got packed up and thanked Darin and his family (insufficiently). Tom headed South. Mark and I headed North. We slabbed it home and still had a great ride. Perfect temps, not much traffic til we hit the city.
My daughter broke my camera, so I took a disposable. I'll get some pics up soon. The other guys can throw some up now and fill in the parts I forgot.
It was a perfect weekend for the first PPMC ride. All that was missing was Dave. Next time, brother.