burnszilla
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My friend Peter, Sean and I ride Northern California.
Day 1: Los Gatos to Redding
Hwy 128 through the Redwoods. Supposedly George Lucas shot the Star Wars Ewok scenes in these forests.
Along California 36. Supposedly the best motorcycle road in California. I was underwhelmed. I prefer Hwy 1 between Westport and Leggett.
The road was busy with motorcyclists partaking in the Three Flags Classic Rally . Some fellow Canucks on the right perusing the map for alternate routes. There was a fire on Hwy 299 and I was told that the firemen took over the checkpoint and were stamping their papers for the rally. Many rally goers complained that there were just too many twisty roads on the menu for the time allotted.
At the same stop at the junction of Hwy 36 and 3. I saw this guy in a blue 'stich on an Airhead all by himself, so I introduced myself. His name is Conrad Creighton and he's an MOA and MOV member from Vermont. He was making his way to Tracy.
After this stop my fraternity brother from Toronto riding my K75C hit some rocks while supposedly avoiding a deer on a corner and went down. Boy was I mad about the damage to the bike but happy that he lived through it. His new brand new Helimot Buffalo 365 gloves and Daytona boots along with the Joe Rocket gear saved him from a lot of damage. I zipped tied the faring back to the bike and taped up the broken signal lights and we moved on. Sean rode much slower as he was shaken up. His bruise blossomed later on into wonderful purples and reds.
A few too many beers at the Esquire Room across the parking lot from our motel eased the pain.
Day 2: Redding to Alturas
My plans on this trip were to make it to Hell's Canyon, OR. The plans were soon tossed aside as I realized that my guest couldn't handle 600 mile days like I can. We decided to explore as many off the beaten path roads as possible. After breakfast in Weed, we ended up on the east side of Mount Shasta on a NF road.
Exploring some more we came to a small village by the name of Tennant with a paved road in and a dirt road out.
Lava Beds National Park was along the way so we stopped by for a visit. This is a river of lava; cooled down of course. I learned about the Modoc Indians who inhabited the area and the Modoc War. I thought the story would make a great movie.
Burning Man was releasing salt covered hippies and their vehicles
Day 3: Alturas to Quincy
We rode along the highway looking for a good place to eat breakfast. I ignored the Garmin's suggestion and went with the place with the six CHP cars out front. No one knows good food like an officer of the law.
The CHiPs were having a shift meeting in the back room. As I was waiting outside the restroom door I was able to eavesdrop on their conversations. Quite enlightening. They bitched and complained a lot.
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Day 1: Los Gatos to Redding
Hwy 128 through the Redwoods. Supposedly George Lucas shot the Star Wars Ewok scenes in these forests.
Along California 36. Supposedly the best motorcycle road in California. I was underwhelmed. I prefer Hwy 1 between Westport and Leggett.
The road was busy with motorcyclists partaking in the Three Flags Classic Rally . Some fellow Canucks on the right perusing the map for alternate routes. There was a fire on Hwy 299 and I was told that the firemen took over the checkpoint and were stamping their papers for the rally. Many rally goers complained that there were just too many twisty roads on the menu for the time allotted.
At the same stop at the junction of Hwy 36 and 3. I saw this guy in a blue 'stich on an Airhead all by himself, so I introduced myself. His name is Conrad Creighton and he's an MOA and MOV member from Vermont. He was making his way to Tracy.
After this stop my fraternity brother from Toronto riding my K75C hit some rocks while supposedly avoiding a deer on a corner and went down. Boy was I mad about the damage to the bike but happy that he lived through it. His new brand new Helimot Buffalo 365 gloves and Daytona boots along with the Joe Rocket gear saved him from a lot of damage. I zipped tied the faring back to the bike and taped up the broken signal lights and we moved on. Sean rode much slower as he was shaken up. His bruise blossomed later on into wonderful purples and reds.
A few too many beers at the Esquire Room across the parking lot from our motel eased the pain.
Day 2: Redding to Alturas
My plans on this trip were to make it to Hell's Canyon, OR. The plans were soon tossed aside as I realized that my guest couldn't handle 600 mile days like I can. We decided to explore as many off the beaten path roads as possible. After breakfast in Weed, we ended up on the east side of Mount Shasta on a NF road.
Exploring some more we came to a small village by the name of Tennant with a paved road in and a dirt road out.
Lava Beds National Park was along the way so we stopped by for a visit. This is a river of lava; cooled down of course. I learned about the Modoc Indians who inhabited the area and the Modoc War. I thought the story would make a great movie.
Burning Man was releasing salt covered hippies and their vehicles
Day 3: Alturas to Quincy
We rode along the highway looking for a good place to eat breakfast. I ignored the Garmin's suggestion and went with the place with the six CHP cars out front. No one knows good food like an officer of the law.
The CHiPs were having a shift meeting in the back room. As I was waiting outside the restroom door I was able to eavesdrop on their conversations. Quite enlightening. They bitched and complained a lot.
more...
