Day 3: The last day of the Streetmasters 2013 Reunion

And thus the reunion came to an end; at this point everyone split up and went their own ways.  The sun finally made an appearance so we left just before all the speakers were done.  No time for pictures we were just trying to get out of there without some mechanical calamity befalling us.

Here is the map of the 3 days:

See how everything overlaps?  I don’t know if I particularly like making big loops.  I think I much prefer having a destination in mind and being in a different town or city each day–but that was not the purpose of this reunion and I rode some amazing twisties and laughed a lot so all is good.

We traveled back by way of 101 to the 154 then to the 192.  As we approached the 150 RIck, Laura, and Jess were ready to continue their ride further south so we took a final picture and went our separate ways

Me, Rick, Laura, and Jess just off of the 192

and most importantly our BIKES!

Thank you Streetmasters.  Looking forward to the 2014 reunion…

 

Day 2: The trail of broken parts…

It would seem I was not the only one encumbered by broken parts…While my rear brake was out of commission Rick’s bike was making pop-pop-pop-noises all over the central coast.  After bleeding 2 quarts of blood trying to fix the issue he found out he lost a nipple from his carb.  Taped it up, which worked well, but found out that his second nipple decided to abandon ship so off to the parts store to buy a ten pack.  Problem solved.  Then a woman pulled in and her battery was not charging.  While everyone gathered around to lend an opinion (which happens a lot with motorcyclists) it was quickly surmised that her Suzuki 500 could not handle the electrical load she had placed upon it.  She had heated grips, a heated vest, a GPS system running off the battery, a phone running off of the battery and I am fairly certain a hair dryer and washing machine.  It’s impressive that thing even made it to the rally.  Then on the last day of the rally (I am writing this one day later) another rider’s bike kept cutting out on her.  After charging the battery and hoping it was not fuel related (she had a Ducati and those are not easy road side fixes) she ended up stranded in Lompoc (but Rocky came to her rescue with a trailer-such a sweet guy).  To add to the drama while Rocky and Walt were trying to make her Ducati road worthy they saw another attendee with a screw in her rear tire–so of course they pulled and patched that.  Geesh-  makes my rear brake look like nothing!

With all of these issues we did in fact manage to ride.  Here we are lined up and ready to go.  We had broken into 3 groups and this one was traveling some of the back roads between SLO and Paso Robles back to Cambria and all around again.

As we headed back to Turri road and then the 41 (which is the road I took to get to work every day when I lived in Morro Bay) I had the group make a quick stop-I do not know what was going on with me but I can honestly say I was not dehydrated so that was something.  But truly, luckily all those people are good-natured or there could have been an uprising.

There were so many stops because of me people were actually taking pictures

Rocky, Cathy, and Rick waiting for the restroom break to finally end

Riding Templeton Road to Paso Robles we saw the sweetest lamas (I didn’t dare force a stop for a picture though-haha-but it did cross my mind).  The twisties in Templeton and Paso were wonderful and then the ride came to an end in Cambria for lunch.

It is quite a sight to see all these bikes lined up

Rocky had to get back to the conference site to set up–

Some returned with him and others kept the ride going.  Off we went to the 46 and then to ride Old Creek Road.  Not far into the ride I made us stop once again–but this time for a picture. This is why I made us stop.

So pretty.  Here are Laura and Doug waiting patiently for Rick and I to stop taking pictures

And here are Dash and whatever Rick calls his bike waiting patiently for us

After riding back into SLO, after even more twisties on Old Creek Road, we once again traveled by way of Turri (all roads lead to Turri when in SLO) and some much needed libation!

A walk down memory lane

Apparently this weekend will be just that-my very own memory lane. We started out the day bright and early but left exceedingly late. That is what happens when you have about 15 people in a group.
Here is a picture of the 3 of us ready to get the show on the road.

 

The day started out on Hwy 1 and through some twisties. I found out pretty quickly that I had no back brake. Oh well, time to just use the front brake and figure all that other stuff out later. I also found out that I required a lot of restroom breaks.

Here we are at the first gas station

Then back on to the twisties which was a lot of fun. Then about 15 miles from Cambria another stop for me while the rest rolled onward. Rick and Laura who’s motto is clearly “no man left behind” stopped and waited while I “admired” the scenery.

Catching up with the others we rode on to see the elephant seals near Hearst castle.

The group split up and off we went to Morro Bay and Montana de Oro for some more twisties and beautiful coast line.

Off to Montana de Oro looking for baby otters and sea dogs.

 

Check out those boots!

 

Back toward Los Osos and Turrey road for some more quick turns and that ended this day of riding. Took a look at my brake with the help of other riders and have determined it is useless. Nothing to do until I can look at the brake pads. So i will just have to use the front brake- just another new trick for this old dog.

Tomorrow more sights and memories. You have to love the Central Coast

1st Annual Streetmasters Reunion here we come.

The day has finally arrived and thankfully it is not raining like it was yesterday. Pictures and updates as we wend our way to San Luis Obispo to be posted this evening.
Rick and Laura arrived at my house so quickly I wasn’t even there to greet them. How embarrassing. We had to get on the ride quickly so I completely forgot to take a maiden voyage picture,
Riding through Santa Barbara and Foxen canyon we landed at the first, of many, rest stops.

On day 2 the adventure can finally begin.