Unhappily this is the last trip that Ron planned. He passed away on 1/29/17 while riding on the 150. Rest in peace my friend…you are missed
Rick and I left at a leisurely pace to ride the 2 into Acton and then we split off after a yummy lunch and Rick actually contemplated not even have a hamburger! I’m still shocked… Though of course he ordered his standard lunch (one day Rick, one day).
The 2 was a ride we have done before (flash back to when Laura clobbered me on Soledad Canyon Road). The turns are mainly easy with just a few tight hairpins– the perfect amount to keep the ride interesting but enough time to day dream.
Time for them to come on out to the Central Coast.
Once I got home I fixed the rear brake (time to take a look at that pad when I get a new rear tire) and find that pesky oil leak in the oil pump (my boots and pant leg can only take so much oil spray). That will have to wait until the weekend. Have to get Dash ready for his cross country ride in 2017.
The day started out chillier than anticipated. Rick decided to take Bella who was already acting up by not starting. But Rick persevered and about 20 miles into the ride Bella ran out of gas on the freeway. Rick was able to pull to the side and Dash jumped in to save the day. Off we rode to a gas station where I promptly stole a cup, filled it with gas, and rode back to rescue Rick.
Off we rode to Palomar Mountain. A lovely, if not rock strewn, ride of sweepers and S curves.
Decided to meet up with Rick and Laura for a Veterans Day ride (which also turns out to be their birthday months ride- much to my chagrin- I’m an awful friend. Who can remember all these things?)
Laura wasn’t feeling well so Rick and I were stuck together. After he insulted my GPS because I could not find stupid Bert’s MegaMall we met up in Azusa for a ride to Mt. Baldy. No cars and some lovely hairpins which scare me less since our Alps ride. Ha ha
We stopped for lunch at the most expensive place ever (Mrs. Unruh’s Famous Buckhorn Lodge pub) but it was all worth it because there were Rock ’emSock’em robots!!!! And Coca Cola in bottles. I won but only because I gave Rick the robot with only one arm working ha ha
Well a few anyway. I’m waiting for him to download the thousands he apparently took.
Here I am crossing into Italy. Rick was taking photos with his digital camera. I do not know how that is done but it always makes me nervous
Those turns still make me cringe…and these were the easy right hand ones
Well here we go. Now Cristi (sorry I spelled your name wrong in the blog but I am too lazy to go back and correct it) was taking pictures from the back of the bike- big sweeeeeeeeeping panoramas….
Here is a picture of John and Cristi
and me upright riding behind them for a moment as John is a bit of a speed demon! See how crooked I ride–that is from years of riding Dash-
cows everywhere…While Laura was purchasing every snow globe in Europe, Diane was buying up cow bells like crazy. I wonder what she is doing with them right now?
A pretty town…God only knows where
Where are we? No, really I am not joking! Where in the hell are we? Helloooooo
Hell with it. I’m photo bombing…
Hey Rick, haven’t seen one of those in about 5 seconds.
I know where this was, in Zermatt. Great picture Cristi. A tad creepy, but definitely a keeper.
and finally the sheep jam which Rick, Laura, and I missed because we were stuck in a tunnel on our way to Milano.
Sheep jam…that’s funny.
Yup. The Alps.
Here is a map of the entire ride (with exception of one small straight line when I forgot to turn on the spot)
Here is a street scene where Laura and I tracked down an Italian police officer for a photo opportunity.
A skirt and a gun! Now we’re talking. Rick asked her if it was a Glock but she did not answer. She is a woman of few words.
A picture of the Matterhorn-which unfortunately we did not have time to truly explore
A ferry ride where I decided to photo bomb John and Christie
Then me alone…
A picture of San Bernardino (which amused Rick and Laura to no end)
and some random pictures from somewhere along the line
After the last fall Rick likened me to Artie Johnson on Laugh In who used to ride a tricycle and then simply fall over. Something like this:
which is exactly how it looked too–ha ha
Lastly, here are my souvenirs
Only thing left are the stickers on Dash’s fairing…
Well here is the last day of our most amazing Alps tour. What an adventure. To have so many different people come together and actually get along. My most favorite ride was Furka Pass on day 3 and my second favorite was the first day Stelvio Pass. Today was actually easy and we all were tired. In the morning briefing no one said a word. Some were sad it was ending, others just outright exhausted (count me among those), or maybe we weren’t getting along as well as I thought. Ha ha
Here are some pictures from our last day. An Italian tunnel cut from stone. It was a nice leisurely ride through Italy and back to Austria with less hairpins and more sweepers
Here is an example of one of the sweepers we went over to get to the Timmelsjoch pass. This pass is also where the Iceman was found in 1991
We stopped somewhere for lunch and were immediately surrounded by a swarm of bees. They caused both entertainment and consternation. Apparently they really like soda. By the end of the meal the men in the group were finding unusual ways to kill them while Laura was successful at simply trapping them and letting them go after we had eaten.
Our next stop was Austria and the Top Motorcycle Museum – Rick’s favorite- ANY motorcycle museum.
Outside informational booths spoke of the powers of pine. Apparently you can save the equivalent of an hours work, every single night (something about saving 3,000 heartbeats), by sleeping on a Swiss pine wood bed. Hmmm, tell this guy that!
I don’t know if I have ever been more tired in my life. I couldn’t even write this yesterday I was so exhausted. Today we leave to return to Mieming Austria and the end of the trip. It has been amazing but I am so over these…
Here are some pictures from when it wasn’t this twisty. Our goal was the Dolomites and here they are
Well it wasn’t that bad but here is the brake lever that curled back in on itself. I think it is an improvement. Rick calls it the “Lisa lever” the first in a coming line of fashionable motorcycle accessories.
A beautiful day for riding. Perfect weather. We are in Bolzano and will be here until Saturday morning when we return to Meming Austria.
Laura and I have made a new talk show called the “Rick Hall show” replete with with intro song as Rick seems to be an expert in all things and can link any topic to a world war. Today was no different though we did have guest appearances in his show as the hikers were prolific and I could not help singing “The Happy Wanderer” song which apparently Laura never heard.
Above is a hairpin turn which Rick has renamed the Bobby pin. And then we have the paper clip which is more open of a turn and the safety pin which incorporates the traffic circle. I think we may be loosing our minds a bit as this provides us with endless entertainment and giggles.
My favorites the tunnels…
We stopped for the worlds best hot chocolate. And I am not exaggerating. This tiny little roadside stand was fabulous. Here are our bikes outside of it and across the street was some sort of antique parking garage
After this we stopped for lunch and had a picnic. Above us was the Missionary San Remedio. Such an opulent place tucked in the middle of no where. Stone steps lead you to this most wonderful building. Like a fairytale castle springing out of the earth to dazzle and exceed your expectations. I thought it would be primeval and sparse