PacWestGS
25-MPH NEXT 1OO MILES
Well, the day finally arrived or is that departed. I left my house at 08:00 on a brisk cool (47dF) morning to ride down to Northern California to hang out with invisible friends and ride some great roads. I stopped in Portland to meet up with Bob_M at 10:00 and then after a somewhat rocky or is that "Tipsy" 
start we got underway. (Sorry no pictures I was in too much of a hurry 
after the gas started pouring out of the tank and all over Bob.)
I asked him if his knee was OK and that now would be a good time to call the trip?
He said I'll be OK what else can go wrong? (Maybe I'm making this up, but who'd a known?) I almost watched a grown man 
when we got the "Black Beauty" back on her feet. Bob took it all in stride and after a few blocks the engine was purring like a puddy tat... 
We rode long and hard between fuel stops on I-5 until reaching Grants Pass then exited to Hwy 199 towards Cave Junction. Shortly after that we took some back roads until connecting to (Waldo/Happy Camp/Indian Creek Roads) down to Happy Camp.
What a blast that was after being on the slab for so long. Got to Happy Camp and turned East on Hwy 96 to the cut-off road at Scott Bar. They say timing is everything and in this case it was. Sector had just turned right (away from us) on 96 and thought maybe we were part of what she had came for, so she turned around and caught up to us. It didn't take long and she could not have gone any slower and still caught us.
Because it's hard to make any time when you are parked on the side of the road.
Bob picked up a flat and after I went around a slow moving vehicle he noticed the back-end getting squirly and stopped. I pulled one of many U-Turns that day and came back.
This is one of many "like" stops along the 15-mile stretch of road to the camp ground (about every three-miles stop fill with air ride like the wind stop again)
It got dark by the time we reached Indian Scotty CG and none of us had ate on the way. (We thought we would get in at a decent hour)
It happed that Sector had Redbeemers phone number and several panicky calls were made to find a new tube. (The thought was that the valve stem was the culprit, that turned out to be wrong). I rode into Fort Jones to make some cell phone calls and pick up some food, beer and ice. Only two deer on the way in, five or more on the way back.
Beer, corndogs and a warm fire, what could be better? Oh about 10dF warmer the rest of the night would have been nice. It was below 30dF...
start we got underway. (Sorry no pictures I was in too much of a hurry after the gas started pouring out of the tank and all over Bob.)I asked him if his knee was OK and that now would be a good time to call the trip?
He said I'll be OK what else can go wrong? (Maybe I'm making this up, but who'd a known?) I almost watched a grown man when we got the "Black Beauty" back on her feet. Bob took it all in stride and after a few blocks the engine was purring like a puddy tat... We rode long and hard between fuel stops on I-5 until reaching Grants Pass then exited to Hwy 199 towards Cave Junction. Shortly after that we took some back roads until connecting to (Waldo/Happy Camp/Indian Creek Roads) down to Happy Camp.
What a blast that was after being on the slab for so long. Got to Happy Camp and turned East on Hwy 96 to the cut-off road at Scott Bar. They say timing is everything and in this case it was. Sector had just turned right (away from us) on 96 and thought maybe we were part of what she had came for, so she turned around and caught up to us. It didn't take long and she could not have gone any slower and still caught us. Because it's hard to make any time when you are parked on the side of the road.
Bob picked up a flat and after I went around a slow moving vehicle he noticed the back-end getting squirly and stopped. I pulled one of many U-Turns that day and came back.
This is one of many "like" stops along the 15-mile stretch of road to the camp ground (about every three-miles stop fill with air ride like the wind stop again)
It got dark by the time we reached Indian Scotty CG and none of us had ate on the way. (We thought we would get in at a decent hour)
It happed that Sector had Redbeemers phone number and several panicky calls were made to find a new tube. (The thought was that the valve stem was the culprit, that turned out to be wrong). I rode into Fort Jones to make some cell phone calls and pick up some food, beer and ice. Only two deer on the way in, five or more on the way back.
Beer, corndogs and a warm fire, what could be better? Oh about 10dF warmer the rest of the night would have been nice. It was below 30dF...
It was holding air and we all decided that it was time to hit the road. (I didn't even ask) We cached our tents and other simple camper items from would-be-theives (who wants system cases for a BMW, that are locked anyway?) 
Nope... Continued on Hwy 3 to Callahan 
, we got underway again but had reversed the order. Bob took the lead followed by Sector and Redbeemer, I brought up the rear and got snap happy from the comfort of my steed through the twisties with out a throttle hand: (Kids don't try this at home, well home is OK, don't do this on the road 
):
But had to end... 
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