This big day started out with breakfast at "Eat at Joe's". Food was damn good.
Next we changed our tires over to D606's and did a little maintenance on the bikes. It was my first time with the 606's and they felt just like TKC's, just harder. My XR was even taller thanks to the extra height from the knobs. Seat height must have been close to 38"...
It felt like we were already burning too much daylight so we got packed and ready to hit the road.
The XR was actually packed light. The rear subframe is a known point of failure so I only had my sleeping bag and air pad on top.
We left Redondo around 1pm and headed east on LA freeways. It's just like riding in the SF Bay Area except it's safe to split at 50mph apparently
We stopped at an old-school In'n'Out near Malcom Smith Powersports for some secret-menu goodness. Here's Crashy doing two of his favorite things. Ingesting In'n'Out products while surfing the Internet using his iPhone.
We stopped at Malcom Smith's to drool at the KTM's and I pick up a liter of Repsol fully synthetic for the trip. If you haven't been, it's a pretty cool store. Plus many cute girls work there.
We mounted up and headed east again. Crashy saw the sign for Chaparral and decided that was a must-see experience from me. He wasn't kidding. Must of been the most-biggerest motocycle store I have ever seen.
This is about one quarter of the store... full of motorcycle goodness.
Mmmm orange bike. Much lust.
Finally we escaped the spider-web of freeways through LA and headed east towards Joshua Tree. It was really frickin' windy out there. There was actually a dust storm, which was pretty cool.
I think I truly had a front-page worthy photo of Crashy in the swirling dust in one of my mirrors but my camera was hard to get to and I couldn't get off the bike without being blown over.
Crashy is one of those kids your mom warned you about when she said "just because the other boys are doing something dangerous, doesn't mean you have to join in".
"Let's go find a dirt road and look at the windmills", he said. Sorry Mum, I just knew I needed to go with.
Crashy claimed to have been blown off his bike. That's his version anyway.
It really was spectacular out there.
We tabbed east along an extremely windy road. We were both hanging it out sideways to keep going straight.
We made it into Twentynine palms just before sunset, found somewhere to stay, dropped our bags then went to play on a dirt road behind the motel.
End of the trail. Time to turn around.
Nice BBQ for dinner as the a dust storm rattled windows at the little restaurant we chose. Some beers before to ease the aches and pains of being on the road.
I think this is when the sheer horror of my snoring caught up with Crashy for the first time. Sorry dude.
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