[ Friday - May 22,
I'm forever rushing to get out of the door at the beginning of every
trip. As always I have a sense that I'm forgetting to bring
something. At least this time around we'll be based out of Fresno
so it's not a problem if I forget something. I just have to spend
a little money to resolve the problem. As usual, our favorite
meeting spot, Starbucks. 8:20AM and I'm there. Where the
heck is everybody else. I only see the Captain sitting at one of
the outdoor table reading a newspaper. People still read
newspaper these days? I thought that's a dead art from all the
iPhones that are out there.
Signs of happiness as trip begins.
Winnie talking to Linda.
Once more we get an opportunity to meet up with Linda. She still
selling cookies on the side of the road. I purchase a bunch of
cookies from her for the trip. She has a bit of a black eye from
a boating accident. She inadvertently fell on one of the rope
ties at a dock. At least that's what she told me. I think
she got in a fight, got a black eye and beat the livin' $&%#@ out
of somebody. Just kidding.
Nu and his new Leatt Brace.
After a little coffee and a lot of bull, we head out to meet up with
the Sgt at the Mc Donald's in Lake Castaic. We're a bit late
(e.g. 20-30 minutes), but here we are. The Sgt thought we all
bailed. That would be cool if the entire group bailed, that means
he would receive a 2 lbs lobster from each and everyone of us. In
a sense that would be entertaining to see him try to eat 12 lbs worth
of lobster in one sitting. I can picture it already. The
Sgt is lying on the ground curled up in a fetal position twitching from
an overdose of lobster. Either that or he exploded from
cholesterol poisoning, if this is such a thing. The ride up the
I5 wasn't so bad on a Friday morning. There is big rig traffic,
but on the whole is was a decent freeway ride. This is unusual as
cars normally drive like they all have a death wish. We
eventually take the 138 Hwy and head to Gorman via the back
roads. Signs of vacation slowly sets in as the freeway fade into
We are hoping to get a decent breakfast in Gorman but it looks like any
real restaurant has shutdown for good. In the end, we had to
resort to filling our insides with Carl's Jr. Hey, you do what
you have to do. However, not everything is bad. The stop at
Carl's granted us the opportunity to meet Drew and Sandra.
They're both on their way to Lake Isabella on their Piaggio MP3 500, a
three wheel scooter. It's pretty cool. I've seen the MP3 at
the Long Beach motorcycle show. It still trips me out how the two
front wheels lean as the scooter goes through a turn. According
to Drew, it does fine at 80 mph on the freeway.
The MP3 looks pretty beefy.
Eventually we reach the highlight of the day... Cerro Noroeste. I
can't get enough of this road.
What would a long trip be without a middle of the road picture?
She's even sipping tea.
The Captain's bike is boring me to tears.
Once we got through Cerro Noroeste, the rest of the route was
relatively bla. Eventually we switch over to the 43 Hwy and
headed for Selma and Fresno. Once we got pass Maricopa, Mr.
Speedy made a request for food at the next available location.
Monkey Spanner - Fatboy Slim
What do we have here. We originally thought it was a Mexican
restaurant until we step inside the place to see marble columns painted
on the walls and murals of what appears to be Mediterranean people
dancing. It's a Greek restaurants. The place is very well
kept. Nice and clean.
What's even better? The food is really really good. It's
obvious this is a family owned restaurant. If you're ever in this
neighborhood, you have to check out the Golden Bull. The fried
zucchini here is excellent. Stupid me, I order chili cheese
fries. This is before I realize it's a Greek restaurant. If
I had known, I would have order a Gyro. That's OK. Mr
Speedy was busy wondering off somewhere. The rest of us were
wondering where he went while we were all pilfering his fried zucchini
stash. Hah! That's what you get for buying food and walk
off somewhere while a bunch of hungry guys are standing around.
I'm going to make it a point to visit the Golden Bull the next time I'm
in the vicinity. Perhaps on a Cerro Noroeste ride.
Excellent food at an excellent price.
The Sgt is going primal on the pork chops.
Continuing on our way, there is nothing much to report on other than a
rude girl in a BMW 3 series, driving with a cell phone glued to her
ear, going through a
stop sign out of turn. Yes, I own a 2 wheeled BMW and I still
despise 4 wheeled BMW owners.
There's nothing out here. We're in the middle of freakin'
nowhere. The sad thing is, of what Mr Speedy and I can see of the
Google Maps, the route looks exactly the same in person. A lot of
tan, and a lot of nothing.
Eventually we reach Selma and take the 99 Fwy to Fresno. By the
time we're done it's about 7:30pm. Not bad. What I failed
to mention earlier is that green cooler on my bike, in the pillion
position, is carrying about 3 lbs worth of prime cut fillet mignon and
steaks. What do you think we had for dinner this night? Man
the fillet mignon is excellent. Yes it's a bit obscene for a
motorcycle to carry frozen raw meat around, but if you have the means,
why not. Tomorrow, Yosemite.