I committed to finishing out our current grant cycle with work. This places me in the workplace rather than the saddle until the end of March.
It's the holidays though and I convinced the office overlords it was imperative that I leave for a bit. I have two weeks starting tomorrow, no question about it, I'm going riding.
Here's an little update of a trip from Seattle down the west coast that I took in December - January.
Left Seattle, Cold, and wet.
Please have better weather further south.
Oregon Coast is looking...wet. Won't stop raining.
A little bit better.
Dat Sun. Now in San Francisco.
Northern California coming into Cambria.
Sun setting on CA 1, time to find a place to stay.
Waking up on the beach.
Heading in to Malibu.
Bougie Hollywood hills.
Kid rockin the hawk helmet pretty hard while shredding on the scooter.
Venice beach by day.
Skater at the venice beach skate park by night.
When hostels are available I prefer to stay in them. It's more fun kicking it with other people from other places and is almost just as cheap (in CA). Stayed here a couple days.
Rear knoby is getting tired, I packed another one though that I had laying around so I'll probably replace it soon.
Planning to meet friends in San Francisco for new years so I started heading back up the coast. Mmmm dats nice.
Somewhere near Big Sur.
Back end started getting squirly in the corners on the beautiful road that is CA 1 from Cambria to Santa Cruz. Pulled over to find that I had a slow flat.
Found the culprit. Took the Opportunity to swap out my balding tire for the spare I had been lugging around too.
As far as places to change a flat and mount a new tire go, this is hard to beat.
Mind as well make a sammy while I'm patching the tube.
Old tire off. New tire to be mounted.
Back in San Francisco. Hippie bus spotted.
Getting grub in the hate.
Chilling at the park with friends.
Raged on new years, this was all that was left the next day.
Rolling out of my friends place in the Mission.
Getting back onto the coast to CA 1. I prefer the dirt but mmmmm those blacktop twisties look good too.
Back on the coast heading North.
Great coastal riding.
Rolled past this place and stopped to say hello and ask where the good food can be had. Locals always know best.
Pretty awesome show/work space.
Sweet bike. The panels were hand-rolled by the owner.
Probably so fun to ride around on these roads in the summer (or even now).
Getting further north, passed a motorcyclists favorite sign, the one with the squiggly line and a mileage number indicating upcoming tight turns and for how long. This one said "next 21 miles".
Making that morning breaky'. It was starting to get colder and colder.
Bomb oatmeal success.
Avenue of the giants.
You don't have to eat shitty while camping. Made 5 of these and fell asleep.
Back in Oregon meow.
Mental batteries recharged, now back to the grind on Monday.
Met Robert here, he was riding his bike around the US when he found out about a brain tumor that was hitching a free ride. Got surgery, and is now gearing up to go back and "put a tire in every state that I missed". Champion.