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Sport Touring ride/camping trip (March 19-21)
- Thread starter Bronto
- Start date
While Hyperblite and Rocketbunny are parking. RocketBunny says world famous Clam chowder is over there at that place.
Heheh Further down the street caught view of huge line going into the place. Don't know if both had waited or not. Must be world famous allright, everyone knows about it
Heheh Further down the street caught view of huge line going into the place. Don't know if both had waited or not. Must be world famous allright, everyone knows about it
thorick
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- Joined
- Feb 3, 2004
- Location
- california
- Moto(s)
- vt1100 (seek the eventual horizon), CBR1100XX (road inhaler), XS650 (the good old days weren't)
Great pics and narrative. Sorry I missed this one !
An aside, Lefty, by any chance did you paint the letters on your tires or did they come that way ?
An aside, Lefty, by any chance did you paint the letters on your tires or did they come that way ?
Bronto said:Entire length of Hwy 25 is on and very close to San Andreas Fault line. Was on the alert of signs of fault movement. It might look something like the road wiggle ahead. Took allot of pictures, for the ride and also to maul over to closely check for these signs.
http://public.fotki.com/Bronto/barf_-_grprd_lopez_lake/
Nice pics! Looks like you guys and gal had a great time
lefty
Well-known member
Bronto-
Great Great Great pictures!!! Great write up too!!!
This man can ride superbly AND take amzing photos at the same time. I can do neither, even independantly!!!
Thorick- I painted them, but they need to be re-done.
Great Great Great pictures!!! Great write up too!!!
This man can ride superbly AND take amzing photos at the same time. I can do neither, even independantly!!!
Thorick- I painted them, but they need to be re-done.
Waterboy
Watch out for asses!
Great pics, and nice ride! Thanks for posting.
Bruce
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looks like you chaps and ladies had a great time,great photos
Timmy!
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- silver/black 2003 R6
Hey thats my turf!
slowpoke
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- Jun 25, 2002
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- IN A TRAILER DOWN BY THE RIVER!...
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- Crash into trees...
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- Asian Dan
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Looked like fun! Great pix Bronto!
Sane_Man
Totally Tubular
Excellent.
Hyperlite
Active member
My turn ny turn
Copied over from the sport touring forum
Okay, my turn.
Yup- even though I really didn't feel up to this trip at the last minute, we still managed to pull it off. Thank you Rocketbunny.
I learned of quite a few kinks I have to work out for any future trips I do, mainly on supplies that are needed, inckuding the flash card for our camera that yours truely left in the laptop back home. Fortunately Bronto is loaded with gear and hooked us up with a card
. We packed as light as possible and ended going too light. I also came down with a stubborn cold Thursday night that is just now abating.
Friday morning after getting a slow start and running a few minutes late, we arrive to find Lefty all smiles and Bronto hard at work on his nail punctured rear tire.
Bronto did an excellent job patching that poor tire while Lefty and myself fueled up (banana's and a cliff bar) and then we were on our way. We proceeded past Calero and Uvas resevoirs and slabbed it to Hwy 25. Enjoyed the scenic cruise along 25, nodding to a dear friend along the way, and wound our way to Peach Tree Rd. Slid through there to refill in San Miguel, doubled back to Indian Valley Rd and found ourselves in Parkfield, the earthquake capital of the world, for a late lunch.
We left Parkfield and stopped at Hwy 41/46 to clean our face shields. Deciding that we were short on light and stamina (and my cold really taking its toll on me), we head out to 101 along 46 and reach our destination, nearly 300 miles from the start. We get to enjoy listening to Lefty's ranger friend argue with a group of totally innocent kids while she is discrimninating against them, stating that they can not camp there because 'experience tells her that bad things will happen'. She finally has a change of heart when she realizes their parents had sent them in to register for a couple additional sites. I really hope Lefty was able to show her some compassion, she looked like she could use some
We set camp with Rocketbunny really coming through yet again and getting the tent set up with Bronto's help while I try to find the instructions. Meanwhile, Lefty decided to follow our ranger celebrity into town and rent a hotel room for the evening. Last I heard, Mickey's and champagne were involved
.
I then set up the sleeping bags and crash while the rest of the gang runs into town to bring back food, a gallon of chocolate milk and pringles
.
Copied over from the sport touring forum
Okay, my turn.
Yup- even though I really didn't feel up to this trip at the last minute, we still managed to pull it off. Thank you Rocketbunny.
I learned of quite a few kinks I have to work out for any future trips I do, mainly on supplies that are needed, inckuding the flash card for our camera that yours truely left in the laptop back home. Fortunately Bronto is loaded with gear and hooked us up with a card
. We packed as light as possible and ended going too light. I also came down with a stubborn cold Thursday night that is just now abating.Friday morning after getting a slow start and running a few minutes late, we arrive to find Lefty all smiles and Bronto hard at work on his nail punctured rear tire.
Bronto did an excellent job patching that poor tire while Lefty and myself fueled up (banana's and a cliff bar
) and then we were on our way. We proceeded past Calero and Uvas resevoirs and slabbed it to Hwy 25. Enjoyed the scenic cruise along 25, nodding to a dear friend along the way, and wound our way to Peach Tree Rd. Slid through there to refill in San Miguel, doubled back to Indian Valley Rd and found ourselves in Parkfield, the earthquake capital of the world, for a late lunch.We left Parkfield and stopped at Hwy 41/46 to clean our face shields. Deciding that we were short on light and stamina (and my cold really taking its toll on me), we head out to 101 along 46 and reach our destination, nearly 300 miles from the start. We get to enjoy listening to Lefty's ranger friend argue with a group of totally innocent kids while she is discrimninating against them, stating that they can not camp there because 'experience tells her that bad things will happen'. She finally has a change of heart when she realizes their parents had sent them in to register for a couple additional sites. I really hope Lefty was able to show her some compassion, she looked like she could use some
We set camp with Rocketbunny really coming through yet again and getting the tent set up with Bronto's help while I try to find the instructions. Meanwhile, Lefty decided to follow our ranger celebrity into town and rent a hotel room for the evening. Last I heard, Mickey's and champagne were involved
. I then set up the sleeping bags and crash while the rest of the gang runs into town to bring back food, a gallon of chocolate milk and pringles
.
Hyperlite
Active member
Saturday we woke up to find this scenery surrounding us
We then walked around, checking out the lake and taking in the sights.
It now being lunch time and no Lefty in sight, the three of us roll out in search of Rocketbunny's favorite clam chowder in Pismo Beach. We enjoy the lovely traffic, weed our way through a sea of pedestrians forced off the sidewalks due to a massive remodel find where this infamous 'Splash Cafe' is that serves the clam chowder and park, bidding our farewells to Bronto. Once we find that there is a line around the block just to get in, I manage to weasel my way out of my obligations to try the clam chowder and we instead stroll over to the pier and check out the beach. Next stop- the San Louis Obispo Promenade for lunch.
We head back to our campsite and find out that we missed our friend Lefty by a matter of minutes. Too bad, now we won't be able to enjoy the lake fishing with the expert. We make our comical attempt at it anyway only to realize I didn't bring enough tackle. After donating the little I had to the lake, we head back and have dinner. YAY! Time to light a fire! Set up the firewood that I managed to cram into my saddlebags while on our way back from lunch and get started.
Lesson: you need something to light the fire other than one small paper pamplet and matches that only burn for 2 seconds (some type that is guaranteed to burn under any conditions, I made the mistake of not testing them first)..
Fortunately one of our neighbors was gracious enough to hook us up with lighter fluid and we were able to feed ourselves warm food.
Get another late start the next day due to my cold, here we are loading up.
The return trip consisted of Hwy 1, cut across salinas to 101. Should've taken us ~3 hours, we ended up taking several. I ended up having to pull over after only heading down 1 for 30 minutes. My eyes wouldn't stay focused, my hands started trembling, then my feet started tingling. Once I started hyperventilating and my skin was tingling from head to toe I had to pull over. I figure my system was going into shock and if I didn't pull over when I did, on the only turn out for miles, I would have probably passed out and crashed within a couple of minutes. Take some more cold medicine, eat a banana and cliff bar and finish off a bottle of water. An hour later we head out to Cambria for lunch. Very interesting, artsy town, well worth the stop. Here is us getting going again after a 2 hour break, me still looking like sh$%.
Going along Hwy 1 south of Big Sur is breathtaking. Definitely a route everyone should take- Big Sur to San Simeon/Hearst Castle. The wind was incredible along the way though, taking sharp turns with the bike standing straight up or just having the bike flick side to side underneath you just to stay in your line. Made things very interesting.
We were never really held up by cars too much until we hit Big Sur, where we found a pack of about 20 cars with the standard tourist holding up the RV's
. For fun we decided to pass a couple cars, get settled back into line, approach a rise in the road and see a light bar of an approaching CHP SUV. WHEW! 10 seconds earlier and we would've had fun explaining that pass 
. Home sweet home from here now, we decide to just cut across through salinas and slab it up 101. Total distance for Rocketbunny was about 600 miles with me pulling about 550 miles as I slept through some of the errands she ran with Bronto.
An all around great ride with good people. Can't wait to do something like this again
We then walked around, checking out the lake and taking in the sights.
It now being lunch time and no Lefty in sight, the three of us roll out in search of Rocketbunny's favorite clam chowder in Pismo Beach. We enjoy the lovely traffic, weed our way through a sea of pedestrians forced off the sidewalks due to a massive remodel find where this infamous 'Splash Cafe' is that serves the clam chowder and park, bidding our farewells to Bronto. Once we find that there is a line around the block just to get in, I manage to weasel my way out of my obligations to try the clam chowder and we instead stroll over to the pier and check out the beach. Next stop- the San Louis Obispo Promenade for lunch.
We head back to our campsite and find out that we missed our friend Lefty by a matter of minutes. Too bad, now we won't be able to enjoy the lake fishing with the expert. We make our comical attempt at it anyway only to realize I didn't bring enough tackle. After donating the little I had to the lake, we head back and have dinner. YAY! Time to light a fire! Set up the firewood that I managed to cram into my saddlebags while on our way back from lunch and get started.
Lesson: you need something to light the fire other than one small paper pamplet and matches that only burn for 2 seconds (some type that is guaranteed to burn under any conditions, I made the mistake of not testing them first)..
Fortunately one of our neighbors was gracious enough to hook us up with lighter fluid and we were able to feed ourselves warm food
. Get another late start the next day due to my cold, here we are loading up.
The return trip consisted of Hwy 1, cut across salinas to 101. Should've taken us ~3 hours, we ended up taking several. I ended up having to pull over after only heading down 1 for 30 minutes. My eyes wouldn't stay focused, my hands started trembling, then my feet started tingling. Once I started hyperventilating and my skin was tingling from head to toe I had to pull over. I figure my system was going into shock and if I didn't pull over when I did, on the only turn out for miles, I would have probably passed out and crashed within a couple of minutes. Take some more cold medicine, eat a banana and cliff bar and finish off a bottle of water. An hour later we head out to Cambria for lunch. Very interesting, artsy town, well worth the stop. Here is us getting going again after a 2 hour break, me still looking like sh$%.
Going along Hwy 1 south of Big Sur is breathtaking. Definitely a route everyone should take- Big Sur to San Simeon/Hearst Castle. The wind was incredible along the way though, taking sharp turns with the bike standing straight up or just having the bike flick side to side underneath you just to stay in your line. Made things very interesting.
We were never really held up by cars too much until we hit Big Sur, where we found a pack of about 20 cars with the standard tourist holding up the RV's
. For fun we decided to pass a couple cars, get settled back into line, approach a rise in the road and see a light bar of an approaching CHP SUV. WHEW! 10 seconds earlier and we would've had fun explaining that pass . Home sweet home from here now, we decide to just cut across through salinas and slab it up 101. Total distance for Rocketbunny was about 600 miles with me pulling about 550 miles as I slept through some of the errands she ran with Bronto.An all around great ride with good people. Can't wait to do something like this again
rsrider
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When in Cambria, eat at Robin's. When in SLO, eat at Novo. Never go to Pismo Beach, it's just a shithole of a tourist town....absolutely nothing to see there. Although Price Canyon to 227 (backwards.... 227 to Price Canyon to 101) is a fun little jaunt if you ratchet up the speed. I use to go to Pismo about 10 years ago (and I still go there when visitors demand to check it out, then I just take them there and then force them back into the car to go to Avila). Unless you feel a need to help destroy the only strectch of beach left in CA that is open to vehicles, then don't bother. But like every tourist town, if you go on a weekday in the winter it's almost bearable.
BTW: To all you BARFer's travel down the coast into SLO or SB counties, I recommend a quick side trip to Solvang for the motorcycle museum there. It's open on weekends, but even on weekdays you can go to the shopping centers office and ask them to open it up for you and usually they will. The guy has a serious private collection, including a MV Agusta GP bike. Very rare due to the fact that most were destroyed so that the secrets would never be had by the compitition. Which I think was a completely stupid, ego driven decision that showed a distressing shortsightedness on the part of the owner. You would think pride and legacy would overcome ego and suspicion.
Fook me, I sound like a travel brochere.
BTW: To all you BARFer's travel down the coast into SLO or SB counties, I recommend a quick side trip to Solvang for the motorcycle museum there. It's open on weekends, but even on weekdays you can go to the shopping centers office and ask them to open it up for you and usually they will. The guy has a serious private collection, including a MV Agusta GP bike. Very rare due to the fact that most were destroyed so that the secrets would never be had by the compitition. Which I think was a completely stupid, ego driven decision that showed a distressing shortsightedness on the part of the owner. You would think pride and legacy would overcome ego and suspicion.
Fook me, I sound like a travel brochere.
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rocketbunny
New member
Yup, we ate at Robin's in Cambria. I used to work in Cayucos while going to Cal Poly and would often ride into Cambria for lunch.
Pismo does have a bunch of cool restaurants. Some great Italian and seafood places, but I used to love the pier restaurant at Avila where you look down through the center of the table at the water sloshing beneath the pier. And of course, Splash Cafe in Pismo has no equal that I've found for Clam Chowder.
And we ate at Mondeo Pronto at the Downtown Center in SLO. I love the people watching there and the food is pretty good for a casual lunch.
Our *gourmet* dinner back at the camp consisted of cheddarwurst wrapped in biscuit dough and warmed over the campfire. Yummy as long as you can keep the dough from burning.
Pismo does have a bunch of cool restaurants. Some great Italian and seafood places, but I used to love the pier restaurant at Avila where you look down through the center of the table at the water sloshing beneath the pier. And of course, Splash Cafe in Pismo has no equal that I've found for Clam Chowder.
And we ate at Mondeo Pronto at the Downtown Center in SLO. I love the people watching there and the food is pretty good for a casual lunch.
Our *gourmet* dinner back at the camp consisted of cheddarwurst wrapped in biscuit dough and warmed over the campfire. Yummy as long as you can keep the dough from burning.