flying_hun
Adverse Selection
- Joined
- May 4, 2005
- Location
- Orinda, CA
- Moto(s)
- A funky red & white Italian named Gianni Cervo! Versys - two of 'em! And an Enfield for laughs.
- BARF perks
- AMA #: 281672
To life's big questions. Yep, it's one of those philosophical threads. 
You know the questions. They've all been posed here. You know, like, "What's the Ferrari of motorcycles?" Or, "Do BMW riders know how to have fun?" Or even, "Where the hell does that road go?"
Being a faithful member of the BARF community, I took it upon myself to head out on the road in search for answers to these pressing questions. It turns out that I had a ready-made excuse. My daughter's birthday is in late April, and she lives way down south. Every year I take her out for dinner on the last Saturday in April in honor of her birthday, and that requires me to ride to and from Santa Barbara in a weekend.
It's tough, but someone has to do it. 
Most years I've done the ride solo, but this year NoGall decided he'd join me to ride as far south as Coalinga, and Waterboy from NBSR came along to fill out the crew. We met early on Saturday at the *$'s in Pinole. It was so early, no cameras were awake yet.
After an uneventful slab down to Hollister, we stopped for fuel, finding that while a camera had awakened, it wasn't clear if any riders had.
With gas in our tanks and sugar in our bellies, Tom led us out of town and into the wonder that is Hwy 25. Nothing more to add to what has already been written about this road, other than it's nice to ride it during the spring when the grass is still green and wildflowers are blooming.
Tom led a nice pace on 25 to the turn-off for a road I'd never been on before, Los Gatos Creek Road. Now this is great! Almost no traffic, almost no centerline, almost no pavement! Umm-umm, good! The road was so great that our only option was to stop for a cigarette and a nap. 
Once we recovered, it was on to Coalinga for a lunch and gas break. Phil & Donna's Hamburgers seems to have closed, so we wandered until we found a little Mexican place that served a fine lunch. It was the southern terminus for Tom & Tim, and their route would take them west on 198 to intersect with the southern end of Hwy 25 for their ride home. For me it was just mid-day. They were so upset at having to part ways that their emotions got the better of them. Can't blame them, really....
So, I continued southward alone....
You know the questions. They've all been posed here. You know, like, "What's the Ferrari of motorcycles?" Or, "Do BMW riders know how to have fun?" Or even, "Where the hell does that road go?"
Being a faithful member of the BARF community, I took it upon myself to head out on the road in search for answers to these pressing questions. It turns out that I had a ready-made excuse. My daughter's birthday is in late April, and she lives way down south. Every year I take her out for dinner on the last Saturday in April in honor of her birthday, and that requires me to ride to and from Santa Barbara in a weekend.
It's tough, but someone has to do it. Most years I've done the ride solo, but this year NoGall decided he'd join me to ride as far south as Coalinga, and Waterboy from NBSR came along to fill out the crew. We met early on Saturday at the *$'s in Pinole. It was so early, no cameras were awake yet.
After an uneventful slab down to Hollister, we stopped for fuel, finding that while a camera had awakened, it wasn't clear if any riders had.
With gas in our tanks and sugar in our bellies, Tom led us out of town and into the wonder that is Hwy 25. Nothing more to add to what has already been written about this road, other than it's nice to ride it during the spring when the grass is still green and wildflowers are blooming.
Tom led a nice pace on 25 to the turn-off for a road I'd never been on before, Los Gatos Creek Road. Now this is great! Almost no traffic, almost no centerline, almost no pavement! Umm-umm, good!
The road was so great that our only option was to stop for a cigarette and a nap.
Once we recovered, it was on to Coalinga for a lunch and gas break. Phil & Donna's Hamburgers seems to have closed, so we wandered until we found a little Mexican place that served a fine lunch. It was the southern terminus for Tom & Tim, and their route would take them west on 198 to intersect with the southern end of Hwy 25 for their ride home. For me it was just mid-day. They were so upset at having to part ways that their emotions got the better of them. Can't blame them, really....
So, I continued southward alone....
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We know that BMW riders can have fun. We know that MV is the Ferrari of Motorcycles (despite what Littlebeast thinks 
). We know where Tepusquet Road goes, and that it's washed out at the southern end.
