October 21 – 22, 2006
The weather was nice, the bikes were nice, the roads were nice, the eateries were nice, the motel was nice, the dinner was nice, the
breakfast was nice, having to stop riding and go home really SUCKED. Not that home is a bad thing, quite the contrary. It’s just
that when I get in a riding state of mind, it’s hard to stop. And now, the rest of the story: If I mess on up names and bikes it’s because I
was taught in the LA Unified School System and I can’t remember a thing, what with all that education stuff filling up my brain, leaving
absolutely no room for important stuff, like bikes. What really sucks is being the oldest rider. Come on Max, John (either one) or Chuck,
get out here and make me feel young again. On second thought, any one of these guys could probably open a can of whoop-ass on me, so
I guess I’ll have to contend with being the elder on this one.
This year brought out seven sleds of varying degrees of sled-ship and fashion. One Indian (mine), two Harley’s (a ‘48 45" and a ’76 Shovel), a ‘72 Ducati, a ‘73
900, a ‘71 Moto Guzzi, and a ‘75 Norton Commando. Kawasaki
No breakdowns this time around which I’m proud to say includes me. If you remember, my mighty Chief had some issues with its ignition system last time around which required some battlefield repairs. The weather could not have been better, warm inland and mild at the coast. None of the wet stuff we had to endure last year. Phil Shore, my personal favorite in years gone by as the Champ of the Caustic Cloud, the King of Smoke, the Prince of Public Nuisance, the Duke of Disgusting Exhaust, lost his titles to two young upstarts, both on Harley’s. They are, in no particular order Craig and Mark. What a pair to follow. Craig blew out the blue poison on start ups, on uphill runs and especially when opening that throttle after a long down hill coast (can you say bad guides). Mark played no favorites and just let it all hang out all of the time. His bike even smoked
when it was parked and shut off! But to be fair, Mark only upped the green house effect after he over-oiled his machine. That little mistake
coast him dearly as it did anyone unfortunate enough to be in close proximity to his machine. I know, “close proximity” is redundant, but it sounds cool. I had to actually retard the spark on my Chief when I followed these guys up hills. The gas and smoke was choking the life out of me and my machine. I’m not complaining, just making note of the situation.
Our tour took us through the
Ojai Valleyand into . On the Santa Barbara pier we enjoyed cool lemonades and ice tea. Some of the guys actually wanted to consume alcohol, but I quickly talked them out of that by setting a fine example. After numerous cool ice teas, we departed for Carpinteria and the Palms restaurant, which is famous for their milk shakes and ice cold Pepsi. The food is not too bad, either. Many hours later, we found ourselves back at the Motel 7 lighting up the sky with Mentos and Diet Pepsi, thanks to Mike Menezes. Don’t ask me why, we just did. Craig was wise enough to bring extra soft drinks for our annual Motel 7 1/2 gathering. We apparently became too loud and were advised by the local security guard that the police were coming. I’m not really sure what the security guy said because my ears where still plugged up with the oil and dirt from the two aforementioned HD’s, but we went to bed anyway. Santa Barbara
The next morning brought sunlight and caffeine headaches. I do seem to recall that Dr. Phil warned against the consummation of Mentos and Diet Pepsi in rapid cessation. That’s why we have a Doc on board, isn’t it?
Back on the road again, we encountered beautiful weather all the
way back. The sun was rising and the temperature was perfect. It was one of those mornings when you just wanted it to last forever. We made our way back to Craig’s town in the Valley without problems. We had beautiful scenery all of the way. Just like when we came up.
This is one of those rides where “the more is merrier,” but not necessary. It’s just a good time, with good friends, and not overboard on costs. Especially so when guys like Mark want to buy dinner.
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