April was bringing another opportunity to explore the California coast, and the chance to explore some new friendships and rejuvenate the ties to old friends, lest they fray given the rigors of lapsed time whilst tending to the many distractions of a busy life.
The opportunity was a RTE (Ride To Eat) in gorgeously scenic Big Sur, a gathering of FJR (and other) riders from Northern California and Southern California, to socialize and revel in the joys of a shared hobby and their love for what's arguably the best super sport touring machine known to man.
The FJR.
It was dark clouds and a steady drizzle when we first pulled up and it continued while we were there, so the camera stayed under wraps. It did clear up a smidge when we were gearing up to ride out, I am generally not good at taking pictures of people, so I don't, but I did take a picture of my photography heroine - shown here atop her Can-Am Spyder she has affectionately named Clifford ( as in the big red dog)!
What a great group of people, the rain and the restaurant seating gestapo did nothing to dampen our spirits, everywhere I turned I saw great big smiles and people having a good time! Great seeing everyone!
Riding south about 5 minutes from our lunch location we were greeted to brilliant sunshine and a spectacularly clear day on the coast. Tyler and her entourage had left a few minutes before me and I found them again at what is in my eyes an absolute must see when you are in Big Sur - McWay Falls!
I have been playing around with some 'creative' settings on the camera lately, so please bear with me as these experiments mostly don't work out..
Lost the entourage here again, as I lingered at the vista while the others motored off. It was a mixed experience with polite car drivers moving over to let me pass and oblivious monkeys in cages who insist on driving 35 mph. I was still able to find some good stretches of pavement to stretch the FJR's fast legs on..
Right past Nacimiento Rd, is one of my usual spots to photograph on the coastal highway, although I never stop here, just take a moving shot and it comes out different every time.
Caught up with the entourage again and rode into Cambria, where we parted ways. Most of the players from the Big Sur RTE were staying overnight in Cambria, I was heading further south for the weekend..
It had been a late start after lunch and the sun was making a dive towards the horizon as I reached Santa Barbara, I veered towards my usual dinner location on Stearn Wharf, watching the boats bob on the water..
Would you go sailing in that?
...and enjoying my dinner of fried everything and Coleslaw, while watching the sunset..and then continued on to North San Diego county in the dark..
The opportunity was a RTE (Ride To Eat) in gorgeously scenic Big Sur, a gathering of FJR (and other) riders from Northern California and Southern California, to socialize and revel in the joys of a shared hobby and their love for what's arguably the best super sport touring machine known to man.
The FJR.
It was dark clouds and a steady drizzle when we first pulled up and it continued while we were there, so the camera stayed under wraps. It did clear up a smidge when we were gearing up to ride out, I am generally not good at taking pictures of people, so I don't, but I did take a picture of my photography heroine - shown here atop her Can-Am Spyder she has affectionately named Clifford ( as in the big red dog)!
What a great group of people, the rain and the restaurant seating gestapo did nothing to dampen our spirits, everywhere I turned I saw great big smiles and people having a good time! Great seeing everyone!
Riding south about 5 minutes from our lunch location we were greeted to brilliant sunshine and a spectacularly clear day on the coast. Tyler and her entourage had left a few minutes before me and I found them again at what is in my eyes an absolute must see when you are in Big Sur - McWay Falls!
I have been playing around with some 'creative' settings on the camera lately, so please bear with me as these experiments mostly don't work out..
Lost the entourage here again, as I lingered at the vista while the others motored off. It was a mixed experience with polite car drivers moving over to let me pass and oblivious monkeys in cages who insist on driving 35 mph. I was still able to find some good stretches of pavement to stretch the FJR's fast legs on..
Right past Nacimiento Rd, is one of my usual spots to photograph on the coastal highway, although I never stop here, just take a moving shot and it comes out different every time.
Caught up with the entourage again and rode into Cambria, where we parted ways. Most of the players from the Big Sur RTE were staying overnight in Cambria, I was heading further south for the weekend..
It had been a late start after lunch and the sun was making a dive towards the horizon as I reached Santa Barbara, I veered towards my usual dinner location on Stearn Wharf, watching the boats bob on the water..
Would you go sailing in that?
...and enjoying my dinner of fried everything and Coleslaw, while watching the sunset..and then continued on to North San Diego county in the dark..
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