So, I know this guy named Kirk. Look at this guy. Here he is Saturday, telling me some elaborate story involving a bunch of different KTMs he thinks he wants, his GS Adv and an F150. He's got them all swimming around in his head and can't figure out what he wants to do.
As if his Tuono, Mille, Futura and GS aren't enough.
Cahm and seet down for a meeneeet....
So Sunday morning, I'm hanging around with these guys (the Montgomery Street Motorcycle Club, who are on their every-Sunday breakfast ride) and I see something ride by, with a familiar looking 'stich sitting on it. He looks a lot like a guy I know with a KTM problem.
After a bit, the MSMC guys and I ride up Lucas Valley Road. There weren't any cops out this morning, but we wind up going 35mph anyway. After about ten miles, the Montgomery Street guys go right and up to Occidental for breakfast and I go left to Pt. Reyes Station.
When I pull up in front of the Bovine, there's kirk, with a new 950 Adventure.
So I get some java, hang around for a bit and then make for home. MrsK is going to have high tea with some girly friends, and she's all dressed up and headed out when I get home.
To console myself after having watched kirk buy bikes willynilly and my wife taking off on me, I decide to get the Big White Bike out of the garage and head up to Sonoma County. It's got a new D220 on the back that needs to be scrubbed in. There's a road up there called Skaggs Springs Road and it's kind of locally famous.
It's up in Sonoma County, which has at least as many vineyards as Napa, Napa just has a better publicist.
It's a fun road that runs up and down some hills and is beautifully paved.
When I get down to the bridge that pretty much marks the end of the nice paving, there's a red Honda upside down and stuffed up behind a road sign.
I sit around the bridge for a while with a couple other guys that happen by on various sport bikes. We sit in the shade, drink our water and shake our heads. Somebody got hurt.
We all feel like sort of sicko voyeurs. It's a bad scene and it screws with my head a little.
I finish my water, shrug my 'stich back up over my shoulders and saddle up. I ride home slowly, back over Skaggs Springs.
OK. Maybe not TOO slow.