The Weekend - Thus Far

Saturday was good. The weather was overcast and never got above 60 degrees, but never the less, a ride must happen. Dave, Bob and I, (or me, I get those two mixed up), headed south on 101 to Soledad. Then picked up a back road that ran along the base of the mountain down to King City. In King City we headed into the mountains and went north on CA 25. 25 goes over several mountains, full of turns, straights, passes and cattle ranches. There was no real destination in mind, so we just ran CA 25 for about 100 miles and wound up on the other side of Hollister. Then back on 101 to Salinas. Just another day spent with friends. By the way, Bob’s a ex-HD salesman. But who am I to judge someone, we rode with him anyway. There were a few things that made for Kodak moments:

This mailbox was interesting. Someone put a lot of work into it.


This was strange. The guy’s got cars buried like headstones by his barn.


This one just made me feel proud of what this Country still stands for.


Sunday morning I decided to go too the top of the Grade separating Salinas Valley and Carmel Valley. If you get up there right at sunrise you can look down at Carmel Valley covered in fog before it burns off.

Well I got there in time to get a few pictures, but I also got a Easter present on the way. Heading out CA 68 to the Grade there’s not a car in site. Great. I get to the turn off, get in the left turn lane and wait on the light to change. Actually I was about to run the light. Like I said; “Not a car in sight”. All of a sudden I hear someone shouting “Hey”. I look to the right and there’s a CHP car next too me. Shit! Where did this guy come from? He’s a kid. Can’t be much older than my socks. As soon as he said “Slow down” instead of “Pull over” I knew it was my lucky day. Hey, I was doing 85 in a 55 zone and had a good idea it was illegal. When I got back to town I bought a lottery ticket for the April 15th , Tax Day, drawing.