|04-25-2006, 07:30 PM||#1|
Joined: Aug 2005
Location: Las Vegas, NV
rock store first timers
this may be a little broken up as i typed before pics and at two sittings
this weekend, put in a lot of miles, met up with some friends, tried something new, and was having one of those huge grinning moments concealed by my helmet again(rich you feeling the tree hugging yet?). started out with original plans falling through and instead visiting one of motorcycling's great rides in california known as "the rock store". this place has been a mainstay of weekend motorcycling for the southern californians who range from scooter riders all the way up to the likes of jay leno and his jet bike or arnold on his harley. the roads are good quality with lot's of twisty bits, the weather was mid 60's, and there were plenty of new faces to meet at the rock store. did i mention that the rock store has the best cheeseburger that i've ever had, no joke. maybe it's the atmosphere that made it so good, but i'l be back for another. so, saturday morning we pack up the bikes and head out of town towards southern cal. it was windy so we were riding with the bikes leaned over in a straight line. not too bad but not enjoyment inducing either. that's the boring part anyway. we get to a friends house near palmdale. this guy is an interesting cat, a one man party if you will. somehow we get on the subject of drinking, and if any of you know me i don't drink much at all. only on special occasions and when not driving(not often). so my lack of experience in the matter comes about when said palmdale friend tells me about kamakazie's(know how to make them now, but not spell). he makes them a tad differently than normal so that they are pretty damn smooth and we knocked back a few and all was merry in leona valley. dave and harold have known each other for 30+ years so it's funny to watch them verbally spar back and forth like junior high buddies. later that night we go grab something to eat and there's not a whole lot to choose from in this neck of the woods. i think the best restaurant was red lobster, so we opted for something with a tad more life to it, outback steakhouse. we get there and wait forever because, as mentioned earlier, there's not much going on in this area so the town is there. harold(palmdale guy), kamakazie customizer for smooth handling and excellent ride, informed our waiter how they were to be made. long story short, the bartender did not heed the script and they tasted like ass, all three of them, and then the margarita as well. we were still having fun though, harold is one of the funniest people i have ever met. the stuff he says, how unrestrained he is compared to say, me most of the time, is something to behold. i've always had an admiration for people that just don't care about what others think and basically do what they want without the confines judgement of others. more fun stuff happened later that night but that's not something that's gonna be shared with all, sorry. i'll do a blog on day 2 which includes the long ride back to vegas where we start in palmdale, do the rock store, go to the coast, go north along the coast and circle back for 650+ miles in one day getting home at 2 in the morning this morning. back to work kids, pics and more later.
started out as a recovery for some parties involved. not this young man though, i was ready for action early and going crazy with the day getting more beautiful by the minute. i guess age makes some folks slow down a little, don't think i'll ever succumb to slowing down myself. so the co pilot gets ready to go around noon and there's a nice cloud ceiling keeping the sun at bay but still holding in some heat. visibility below the ceiling was great allowing all the mountains to be seen and unlike vegas, plenty of green was available for our viewing pleasure. so we hit some freeways to make our way to "the rock store", enjoying all the sights of motorcyclists who really ride and aren't the showboat types/posers that do bar hopping. we weren't doing race pace for the twisties either, just a brisk cruise getting the bikes leaned over and playing it safe in this unknown to us territory. one of the things about california tht i like is the diversity of enthusiasts of any thing you could imagine. of course, being a motorhead, the bikes and cars get me every time. you see vintage cars out blowing the dust off to supercars providing aural and visual appeal as they whiz by on the tight and windy roads. after leaving the biker hang out it was off to the coast where the smells, sights, and sounds leave people in awe and in make out mode. this one place we stopped, it was mostly couples, and all making out. dave had that little glimmer in his eye too, just kidding folks. so we took that time to change gear, take advantage of a photo-opp, and take in the ocean since it may be a couple months before we get back. so back on highway 1 and or 101, we are going at a sedate pace and enjoying the lack of responsibilities and/or anything inhibiting of a good time called everyday life. one of the things i love about the coast of CA is the trees that grow oddly, presumably from the salt water. i don't have any pics of them but they hint at something almost fantasy-like, like they have some very good stories, possibly hold a little magic, i don't know what it is. they are one of the few things that give that eery emotion which is one that i hardly ever get to experience. once it starts to get later in the aftrnoon and the sun is setting, we decide that we'd better had back home. so we pick up the pace and go through the mountain roads leaving the ocean, the sun, and that natural high that comes with getting away from it all. don't get me wrong, i enjoy every minute of the ride and when i get back still feel good for a couple days until you set back into that everyday life, which not bad at all, doesn't hold a candle to that time on an adventure. from highway 58 back to vegas it's just one big rat race, contending with other drivers, making sure to stay alive. back at home at 2 a.m. monday morning, i can't wait to get into bed but i have a lot more anticipation for the next big trip.
brianwheelies screwed with this post 04-25-2006 at 07:55 PM
|04-25-2006, 07:41 PM||#4|
Joined: Jan 2006
Location: Just 3 Short Miles North of Baja
Sounds like a blast though.
"Just sharing this quiet time is intimate, our tent, our bikes and our faces illuminated by yellow light from the fire. This is why we travel. To experience those rare moments of perfection of solitude of life."
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