mcoyote
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Holy crap, California is cool. As I've mentioned before, I'm in Simi Valley (outside of LA) for a couple of weeks at a client site testing out a new antenna and ground system. The client kicked us out early this afternoon and I took a spin up 118/23/126/1/101 to Santa Barbara.
(...Up until this point, my emails home had included musings such as "Why is everyone in such a damn good mood?" and "Why didn't you tell me I was fat?"...)
Or rather, its roads are cool. And the beaches, and the beach -- er -- people. The food ain't bad either. Oh, and the radio stations are pretty suave -- there's this one, 102.3, that plays this great multi-lingual trance/house thing that's just great to drive by.
I even found myself thinking -- while slaloming up the PCH and later the 101 -- that a chopper (yes, I said it, a chopper) would be great for just surfing around the high speed sweepers, just coursing about, easy as you please. I must've been dehydrated...
...Anyway, passing through the little canyons on 23 I had the sense that I was just getting a tasty inkling -- just a glimpse -- of what it's like to be in a motorcycle paradise with year-round riding weather (not just weather you can stand to ride in, weather that insists you ride in it).
I stopped in Ventura and dipped my feet into the Pacific -- three times on the left coast and never yet a chance to actually touch the water. And, of course, thanks to the lack of a continental shelf (as we have on more civilized coasts), the water was so cold I made it back to the car quick.
I saw real, actual surfers doing what looked like surfing on genuine, rolling waves with some vertical-ness (unlike the sloppy summer swells we have in places like Hatteras and Cape Cod). In Santa Barbara I looked all over for and found a Carl's Jr (my new fave, $6 burger rocks -- dayum
).
Strolled about the harbor, watched the pleasure craft wander by, and headed back. And if you thought the canyons were a hoot during the day, my gawd they're fun at night. Dropped a couple of gears in the rental car and had great fun (I think I would be dead or w/o a license in five minutes here on my 'Busa).
Seriously, the rural roads out here are just something else -- even pretty clean and in good shape (little freeze-thaw action, I suspect). The scenery is always at least nice, and at night the little moon base-like towns in the valleys are dwarfed by crisp, bright stars and (tonight), a stunning moon.
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(...Up until this point, my emails home had included musings such as "Why is everyone in such a damn good mood?" and "Why didn't you tell me I was fat?"...)
Or rather, its roads are cool. And the beaches, and the beach -- er -- people. The food ain't bad either. Oh, and the radio stations are pretty suave -- there's this one, 102.3, that plays this great multi-lingual trance/house thing that's just great to drive by.
I even found myself thinking -- while slaloming up the PCH and later the 101 -- that a chopper (yes, I said it, a chopper) would be great for just surfing around the high speed sweepers, just coursing about, easy as you please. I must've been dehydrated...
...Anyway, passing through the little canyons on 23 I had the sense that I was just getting a tasty inkling -- just a glimpse -- of what it's like to be in a motorcycle paradise with year-round riding weather (not just weather you can stand to ride in, weather that insists you ride in it).
I stopped in Ventura and dipped my feet into the Pacific -- three times on the left coast and never yet a chance to actually touch the water. And, of course, thanks to the lack of a continental shelf (as we have on more civilized coasts), the water was so cold I made it back to the car quick.
I saw real, actual surfers doing what looked like surfing on genuine, rolling waves with some vertical-ness (unlike the sloppy summer swells we have in places like Hatteras and Cape Cod). In Santa Barbara I looked all over for and found a Carl's Jr (my new fave, $6 burger rocks -- dayum
Strolled about the harbor, watched the pleasure craft wander by, and headed back. And if you thought the canyons were a hoot during the day, my gawd they're fun at night. Dropped a couple of gears in the rental car and had great fun (I think I would be dead or w/o a license in five minutes here on my 'Busa).
Seriously, the rural roads out here are just something else -- even pretty clean and in good shape (little freeze-thaw action, I suspect). The scenery is always at least nice, and at night the little moon base-like towns in the valleys are dwarfed by crisp, bright stars and (tonight), a stunning moon.
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