Karbon
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Paso Robles Pit Ho Rally Pics
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NowDatsLivin
Noob in Training
Friday's Goaty Group Pics...cont...
Well I bettah finish up my Friday pics, cuz life's busy and there's Sat and Sun that may have to wait...
Here goes...
We arrived late day at the lovely Motel 6 quite delighted to be greeted by the merry welcoming committee and their oh-thank-goodness-for-having-that-ready well-stocked refreshments table. Ahhhhhh, oh that hit the spot. Big time.
And so, the party was on....as evidenced by Kevin's busy booty and Aaron's smile. No relation between those two.
Marcus and uh...that looks like Christian. Sorry this photographer arrived very thirsty and I quickly hit my 2-beer limit!
Didn't mean to cut your head off bro, and yeah, that poppy-red Tuono of yours sure is one puuuuurrrttyyy bike. [drooling]
Ray had his own special 2-in-1 bottle of beer...can't remember the brand but the label sure made it look good.
Thanks to alla the generous folks who greeted us and stocked that snappy hospitality nook in the Mo-6-Lot, that was a rocking reception.
Aaron is getting in the party mood, Cindy in deep thought. Nice vibe, nice gathering.
I salute you hard-core revelers that kept it up til the wee hours, you carried the torch all the way to the ... ??? (end of the toilet paper roll?) and no way was I gonna keep up with you pro's!
Good thing too, that night I had yet finalize my bunking situation (worked out swimmingly well thanks so much to all the non-perv volunteers, and of course esp. Mark you sweety-pie) and heck had to rest up for Saturday cuz we were about to cover some ground...
Well I bettah finish up my Friday pics, cuz life's busy and there's Sat and Sun that may have to wait...
Here goes...
We arrived late day at the lovely Motel 6 quite delighted to be greeted by the merry welcoming committee and their oh-thank-goodness-for-having-that-ready well-stocked refreshments table. Ahhhhhh, oh that hit the spot. Big time.
And so, the party was on....as evidenced by Kevin's busy booty and Aaron's smile. No relation between those two.
Marcus and uh...that looks like Christian. Sorry this photographer arrived very thirsty and I quickly hit my 2-beer limit!
Didn't mean to cut your head off bro, and yeah, that poppy-red Tuono of yours sure is one puuuuurrrttyyy bike. [drooling]
Ray had his own special 2-in-1 bottle of beer...can't remember the brand but the label sure made it look good.
Thanks to alla the generous folks who greeted us and stocked that snappy hospitality nook in the Mo-6-Lot, that was a rocking reception.
Aaron is getting in the party mood, Cindy in deep thought. Nice vibe, nice gathering.
I salute you hard-core revelers that kept it up til the wee hours, you carried the torch all the way to the ... ??? (end of the toilet paper roll?) and no way was I gonna keep up with you pro's!
Good thing too, that night I had yet finalize my bunking situation (worked out swimmingly well thanks so much to all the non-perv volunteers, and of course esp. Mark you sweety-pie) and heck had to rest up for Saturday cuz we were about to cover some ground...
RhythmRider
Still Rhythm Rydin'
Nicki, thanks for taking such great pictures and making a nice writeup! These really add to the memories
RhythmRider
Still Rhythm Rydin'
Flying Pig
Still learning to ride
Maybe the finder will start taking pics with it and it'll be an adventure :laughing
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Nemo Brinker
Tonight we ride
My intrepid companion, Terma Gant, with new windshield and "bingo wings" handguards on the DR650...ready for the goat trails.
Of course, being ladies of leisure on slow-ass bikes, we quickly lost the goat-trail crowd. I spent some time being frustrated by my lack of skill at route finding, found the goat-trailers at Gizdich Ranch, enjoyed some pie, lost 'em again...but then was distracted by a cool thing to see--Mission Nuestra Senora de Soledad. Pretty austere out there on the windy plain.
But the rose garden was in bloom...
Inside, there was a wall filled with old-fashioned milagros. Sympathetic magic if ever I saw it, but fascinating.
After a marvelous luncheon of carnitas tacos and perfectly lovely green salsa at Castro's in King City, we continued through the heat and wind down Nacimiento-Fergusson Road through Fort Hunter-Liggett, and stopped bu Mission San Antonio. We were on a mission roll, I suppose, and they were interesting breaks. The gift shop lady was busy moving the largest gopher snake I've ever seen out of its cool tiled hiding place on the porch colonnade...with a rake.
Old-school mission-era art
The snake's cool retreat
Back on Nacimiento-Fergusson, the road got kinkier and steeper, and finally plunged down the front side of the Santa Lucia Range, seeming to send the rider headlong into the sea. Terma Gant had never seen this one before, and the thrill of discovery was hers.
Highway 1 looks like a curled ribbon, far below.
At last, we reached the ocean.
Definitely time for a spot of tea.
We zipped down the coast, in not-so-hot pursuit of Will, Aaron, Henry, and Dan, who had passed us as we lollygagged taking photos. But at Cambria, we turned inland, and the last and most entertaining goat trail of the day, Santa Rosa Creek Road, took us for a bumpy, narrow, twisty, hilarious, goaty ride over hill and dale.
The barn at the junction of Santa Rosa Creek and Hwy 46.
Ain't that the truth!
Of course, being ladies of leisure on slow-ass bikes, we quickly lost the goat-trail crowd. I spent some time being frustrated by my lack of skill at route finding, found the goat-trailers at Gizdich Ranch, enjoyed some pie, lost 'em again...but then was distracted by a cool thing to see--Mission Nuestra Senora de Soledad. Pretty austere out there on the windy plain.
But the rose garden was in bloom...
Inside, there was a wall filled with old-fashioned milagros. Sympathetic magic if ever I saw it, but fascinating.
After a marvelous luncheon of carnitas tacos and perfectly lovely green salsa at Castro's in King City, we continued through the heat and wind down Nacimiento-Fergusson Road through Fort Hunter-Liggett, and stopped bu Mission San Antonio. We were on a mission roll, I suppose, and they were interesting breaks. The gift shop lady was busy moving the largest gopher snake I've ever seen out of its cool tiled hiding place on the porch colonnade...with a rake.
Old-school mission-era art
The snake's cool retreat
Back on Nacimiento-Fergusson, the road got kinkier and steeper, and finally plunged down the front side of the Santa Lucia Range, seeming to send the rider headlong into the sea. Terma Gant had never seen this one before, and the thrill of discovery was hers.
Highway 1 looks like a curled ribbon, far below.
At last, we reached the ocean.
Definitely time for a spot of tea.
We zipped down the coast, in not-so-hot pursuit of Will, Aaron, Henry, and Dan, who had passed us as we lollygagged taking photos. But at Cambria, we turned inland, and the last and most entertaining goat trail of the day, Santa Rosa Creek Road, took us for a bumpy, narrow, twisty, hilarious, goaty ride over hill and dale.
The barn at the junction of Santa Rosa Creek and Hwy 46.
Ain't that the truth!
Nemo Brinker
Tonight we ride
We rolled into Motel 6 tired and grinning...and the party had already begun.
Saturday, we wanted an easy ride. Razel had recommended Peachy Valley road, and I wanted both a bit of dirt and tacos on the pier at Port San Luis. Peachy Valley was a lovely little romp, and Santa Rita Creek road was a delight of dappled shade beneath the oak trees...a real slice of back-dirt-road Southern California. It got the Terma Gant thumbs up.
Another big gopher snake was sunning itself on the warm dirt. Hello, handsome.
Turri Road outside of San Luis Obispo bypasses the bustle of Hwy 1.
Prefumo Road climbs out of San Luis Obispo and tosses you merrily over the hill through the middle of cattle ranches, and the views from the hilltop are lovely. You can feel the cool air off the coast as you crest the hill, too. Another Terma Gant seal of approval.
Casting shadows in the lengthening afternoon
Riding out onto the pier at Port San Luis, wooden boards thumping and creaking beneath the wheels, is strangely entertaining. And, of course, it isn't a lesbian adventure ride without fish tacos on the pier!
Saturday, we wanted an easy ride. Razel had recommended Peachy Valley road, and I wanted both a bit of dirt and tacos on the pier at Port San Luis. Peachy Valley was a lovely little romp, and Santa Rita Creek road was a delight of dappled shade beneath the oak trees...a real slice of back-dirt-road Southern California. It got the Terma Gant thumbs up.
Another big gopher snake was sunning itself on the warm dirt. Hello, handsome.
Turri Road outside of San Luis Obispo bypasses the bustle of Hwy 1.
Prefumo Road climbs out of San Luis Obispo and tosses you merrily over the hill through the middle of cattle ranches, and the views from the hilltop are lovely. You can feel the cool air off the coast as you crest the hill, too. Another Terma Gant seal of approval.
Casting shadows in the lengthening afternoon
Riding out onto the pier at Port San Luis, wooden boards thumping and creaking beneath the wheels, is strangely entertaining. And, of course, it isn't a lesbian adventure ride without fish tacos on the pier!
Nemo Brinker
Tonight we ride
Sunday it was time for the long, hot ride out on Hwy 58, grasshoppers popping against the toes of my boots in the sweltering afternoon, greasy food in Taft, and plotting our assault on Song Dog ranch that night.
"Wait, you mean after a long-ass day that there's a sand trap and a hill climb before we get there?"
Well, yeah.
It was well worth it, and the sand trap was much deeper in my fears than in reality. Even Holly on her Harley Sportster made it up with hardly a fishtail. And once up there, the beauty of Song Dog Ranch reveals itself. Many thanks to Happy Hornet for introducing us to such a remarkable place.
Is there any better place to watch a solar eclipse than from the top of a chaparral-strewn mesa, next to your motorcycle? I think not. I tried, fruitlessly, to take photos, and we found that a pair of sunglasses worn beneath 2 layers of smoked faceshield were just enough to look at the sun.
Bad attempt at eclipse photography
Ladies, gentlemen, we have arrived.
Song Dog--Holly says it will do for the night. To say the least.
Henry and Aaron tear off in search of oil, ice, and beer.
A strange assortment
A front-row seat for an amazing sunset
Now this is living.
Yes.
Wine and Jiffy Pop 'round the campfire.
"Wait, you mean after a long-ass day that there's a sand trap and a hill climb before we get there?"
Well, yeah.
It was well worth it, and the sand trap was much deeper in my fears than in reality. Even Holly on her Harley Sportster made it up with hardly a fishtail. And once up there, the beauty of Song Dog Ranch reveals itself. Many thanks to Happy Hornet for introducing us to such a remarkable place.
Is there any better place to watch a solar eclipse than from the top of a chaparral-strewn mesa, next to your motorcycle? I think not. I tried, fruitlessly, to take photos, and we found that a pair of sunglasses worn beneath 2 layers of smoked faceshield were just enough to look at the sun.
Bad attempt at eclipse photography
Ladies, gentlemen, we have arrived.
Song Dog--Holly says it will do for the night. To say the least.
Henry and Aaron tear off in search of oil, ice, and beer.
A strange assortment
A front-row seat for an amazing sunset
Now this is living.
Yes.
Wine and Jiffy Pop 'round the campfire.
Nemo Brinker
Tonight we ride
Good morning, mesa.
Ready, though not really wanting, to go.
Lizards on the outhouse door
Down the hill and through the wash and back out towards the highway...
We all went our separate ways--but Terma Gant and I veered off, ready to stay out on the road even longer. We turned up Aliso Canyon, and past the campground, the road turns into a rocky 4WD road and climbs up the canyon. With our street tires and luggage, it was a bit of a wrestling session, but we made it up the road through the dry chaparral canyon to the oak-shaded oasis at Hog Pen Spring for a picnic.
TG makes it up the last gully, back onto the road. Nice going.
We took 166 to the coast, then G14 (Interlake Road) through oak-studded sweepers back to Fort Hunter-Liggett. There, we had reserved a room in William Randolph Hearst's old Hacienda, a "simple" hunting lodge built for him by Julia Morgan in 1930 in a Spanish/moorish style. The US Army rents the rooms to military and civilian alike--and they're a deal. Breakfast comes with, fortunately, because there's not another restaurant for miles.
Our spot--the Magpie Room.
The building itself is lovely, even surrounded as it is by the chain link and heavy equipment of a military base. Surreal.
The Moorish dome is now the Commandant's living quarters. Nice digs.
From Nacimiento-Fergusson, we headed back to 101, caught Arroyo Seco Road, and took it to meet Carmel Valley and Cachagua Roads. One last dirt road--we couldn't resist turning south on Tassajara Road, and climbing steeply up to White Oak campground for our daily picnic in the woods. Someday we'll come back and traumatize the zen monks...but for now, we had home calling.
We got home at 10:30 on a work weeknight...Can't wait for another ride. I love those little California backroads, each a world unto themselves, and the endless possibilities for exploration this place offers.
Ready, though not really wanting, to go.
Lizards on the outhouse door
Down the hill and through the wash and back out towards the highway...
We all went our separate ways--but Terma Gant and I veered off, ready to stay out on the road even longer. We turned up Aliso Canyon, and past the campground, the road turns into a rocky 4WD road and climbs up the canyon. With our street tires and luggage, it was a bit of a wrestling session, but we made it up the road through the dry chaparral canyon to the oak-shaded oasis at Hog Pen Spring for a picnic.
TG makes it up the last gully, back onto the road. Nice going.
We took 166 to the coast, then G14 (Interlake Road) through oak-studded sweepers back to Fort Hunter-Liggett. There, we had reserved a room in William Randolph Hearst's old Hacienda, a "simple" hunting lodge built for him by Julia Morgan in 1930 in a Spanish/moorish style. The US Army rents the rooms to military and civilian alike--and they're a deal. Breakfast comes with, fortunately, because there's not another restaurant for miles.
Our spot--the Magpie Room.
The building itself is lovely, even surrounded as it is by the chain link and heavy equipment of a military base. Surreal.
The Moorish dome is now the Commandant's living quarters. Nice digs.
From Nacimiento-Fergusson, we headed back to 101, caught Arroyo Seco Road, and took it to meet Carmel Valley and Cachagua Roads. One last dirt road--we couldn't resist turning south on Tassajara Road, and climbing steeply up to White Oak campground for our daily picnic in the woods. Someday we'll come back and traumatize the zen monks...but for now, we had home calling.
We got home at 10:30 on a work weeknight...Can't wait for another ride. I love those little California backroads, each a world unto themselves, and the endless possibilities for exploration this place offers.
flying_hun
Adverse Selection
+1 Can't disagree. :cool
Flying Pig
Still learning to ride
+1 :thumbup
OldFatGuy
Fondling Member and 1%er
Like you have anything to be embarrassed about. :x
