San Francisco Trip - Highway 20 to Ft Bragg
Vineland!
Taken at 65 miles per hour going left
around a bend snapping a picture to my right
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So at Clearlake I bid adieu to Bikerboy, he had a home to return to, I
had Ft Bragg to get to.
But I must tell you about his dedication to being a good host, for he truly was. A personal peeve on my part is that I don't like to follow cars, whether I am on the bike or in a car. I like the view of the open road. Now, in a group I am okay, if it is my group, but otherwise, I'd rather see the open road. So I am either a leader or a tailgunner, basically, because tailgunners get to sit way behind everyone else if the so choose. AZCowboy showed me the beauty of this position in a ride. So I had mentioned this to Bikerboy and he graciously attempted to help me, to his chagrin. He stepped out and passed this vehicle, only to be nabbed by the CHP for speeding at 71 in a 55 zone while he was passing. Fortunately, being a friendly kind of guy like he is and wearing a vest so covered with vet stuff, they were almost obliged to let him go with a warning, which they did. And it didn't hurt that about 5 minutes before at a gas station we had been talking with the CHP's partner and had quite a nice time with him. And ... as if I ever run out of things to say, if what Bikerboy says is true, CHP is going to convert from their fleet of BMW motorcycles to Harley Davidson because, get this!, HD has fewer maintenance problems! Yes, this same Harley Davidson motor group company that is owner of such snappy jokes as: Why don't Harley riders wave back at you? Because they think you're pointing at the last piece to fall off the bike! But I digress, back to the story at hand. I left Bikerboy and headed up to Highway 20 across to Ft Bragg. Now this is redwood country, dense redwood country, and an awesome highway to be on a bike with. In a car this would have just been a frustrating twisty road filled with gas/brake/gas/brake/gas/brake for 30 miles. For me it was just gas/gas/gas/gas/gas for 30 miles. Much more rewarding. |
| In Ft Bragg I had the most expensive meal (per pound) that I have had yet, I do believe. I order the house specialty at one of the finer seafood places in the town and for twenty US dollars I was a single (one, uno, une, singlo, eine) skewer with four pieces of meat on it, a shrimp, an oyster, dungeness crab, xxx(darn, what was it). Two large mouthfuls. |