This last week I installed my G2 throttle tube and Beemer grips. A real difference.
I'd planned to just ride down to the coast to Monterey and Carmel-by-the-Sea. I figured I'd just park my blue Yamaha at the ocean, take some pictures, and head home.
But,
the weather was great, and because I'd left early, and found myself at the ocean still early in the day, I figured I had the time to ride farther down the coast.
I ended up going all the way down to Paso Robles, and very near the greater metropolitan Creston area.
Here are a bunch of photos taken on my ride.
Note-some of these pics came out looking wierd - contrast and colors odd. I didn't edit them. Knowing absolutely **** about cameras and photography, I can't explain the phenomenom. I just point and shoot. I'll work on it.
The Sacramento River just off I-5 at dawn -as I was heading out.
Overlooking FIVE just south of Stockton.
Some pics of the stuff I saw on the way down the Pacific Coast Highway south of Monterey/Carmel.
I stopped just past San Simeon for lunch. Tons of sea lions and tourists. I'd brought a Safeway sammy and a coke.
I swam out to that rock in the distance, and ate my lunch there. Kidding. I waded.
I wrecked these nature pics with my helmet, because I couldn't get my Yamaha down to the water.
I headed inland on Highway 46 to Paso Robles. These photos are taken a couple of miles east of the coast. Everything is ridiculously green this time of the year. These photos don't nearly capture the richness of the colors.
A decision had to be made. It was getting late, and I hadn't brought camping gear. Beautiful area though.
Highway 41 east to I-5 is something else. You'd never guess you were in central California.
FIVE heading north and home, I rode with some Wings for a little while.
The California Aqueduct, near my last gas stop.
As the sun set, I lost my focus, and my way. I missed my turn where 5 and 580 split, and ended up going over the Altamont Pass to Livermore. Nightfall found me U-turning and heading back to Tracy on 205, cursing as I rode back by the big propellers in heavy traffic and construction, with narrow lanes and hazardous splitting.
697 miles for the day.
I'd planned to just ride down to the coast to Monterey and Carmel-by-the-Sea. I figured I'd just park my blue Yamaha at the ocean, take some pictures, and head home.
But,
the weather was great, and because I'd left early, and found myself at the ocean still early in the day, I figured I had the time to ride farther down the coast.
I ended up going all the way down to Paso Robles, and very near the greater metropolitan Creston area.
Here are a bunch of photos taken on my ride.
Note-some of these pics came out looking wierd - contrast and colors odd. I didn't edit them. Knowing absolutely **** about cameras and photography, I can't explain the phenomenom. I just point and shoot. I'll work on it.
The Sacramento River just off I-5 at dawn -as I was heading out.
Overlooking FIVE just south of Stockton.
Some pics of the stuff I saw on the way down the Pacific Coast Highway south of Monterey/Carmel.
I stopped just past San Simeon for lunch. Tons of sea lions and tourists. I'd brought a Safeway sammy and a coke.
I swam out to that rock in the distance, and ate my lunch there. Kidding. I waded.
I wrecked these nature pics with my helmet, because I couldn't get my Yamaha down to the water.
I headed inland on Highway 46 to Paso Robles. These photos are taken a couple of miles east of the coast. Everything is ridiculously green this time of the year. These photos don't nearly capture the richness of the colors.
A decision had to be made. It was getting late, and I hadn't brought camping gear. Beautiful area though.
Highway 41 east to I-5 is something else. You'd never guess you were in central California.
FIVE heading north and home, I rode with some Wings for a little while.
The California Aqueduct, near my last gas stop.
As the sun set, I lost my focus, and my way. I missed my turn where 5 and 580 split, and ended up going over the Altamont Pass to Livermore. Nightfall found me U-turning and heading back to Tracy on 205, cursing as I rode back by the big propellers in heavy traffic and construction, with narrow lanes and hazardous splitting.
697 miles for the day.
