We went on a short breakfast ride yesterday. What makes this ride different is that we began a new tradition: meeting at the local BMW dealer.
It's true: after a couple of decades' hiatus, Bakersfield has finally acquired its own BMW dealership! Up until now, when I've wanted to visit a dealer, it's meant a 100+ mile ride, north, west, or south. After three years, Valley Cycle (gasp! a multi-line dealer) has acquired a BMW Motorrad dealership. They're just getting started. They've got a handful of bikes on the floor and are starting to get in apparel and parts. They also sell Victory motorcycles and Polaris products, too.
Their mechanics have already gone to school and their sales reps are currently undergoing online training. They've got a steep learning curve, but I'm optimistic. It's really going to be nice to go for an 8.3 mile ride for parts and accessories.
After a donut and checking out the new shop, we hopped on the 99 south to the 138 and jumped on to the old road heading toward the Rock Inn in Lake Hughes.
It's a total roadhouse with all the expected ambience.
Brad is smiling, delirious with hunger.
Steve, one of our newer riders, recently walked away from a rainy-day crash on his F650.
Another newer member, Bob, and his travelling companion, Pee Wee. He's the only one of us on a K-bike and the only one who brings a dog. Coincidence? I think not.
Pee Wee is a vibrant pooch and is quite popular with the dog lovers among us. . .
. . . though he is apt to look upon custom-molded earphones as chew toys.
Pee Wee's playhouse, a two-tiered affair that allows him the full riding experience. The whole thing is wrapped in a down-blanket on cold mornings (41 degrees) such as yesterday.
Orange you glad you bought a beemer? I actually admired this brand new bike parked outside.
That's it. Those of you coming to California or traveling from north to south or back now have a place to get a tire changed, buy a quart of oil, or just stop in for something cool to drink.
Bakersfield's back in business, baby.