Toecutter
What would DoG do?
So, I went to do a Patriot Guard mission today to honor a hero from Paso Robles, in Carver's 'hood. Carver attended, on Wabs, as well. I won't bore you with the pictures of the great ride he led me on from Paso to Morro Bay for lunch after the services concluded, mostly because there are none. We were too busy tearing up twisty roads. For pics, just look at his Jalama report and you get the idea. Sunny skies, warm temps, ocean scenery, great food and company (Don's own Luverly and Harley the dog-person met us for lunch).
All you poor snowbound folks will probably have the last laugh. A few more years of drought, and our state will dry up and burn, then the ashes will get blown out to sea. But, for now, we make Hey!
The high point of the ride there was when I had to roll off to allow a hawk to make a high-speed crossing in front of me, no more than six inches off the hard deck, trying to ambush some unseen-by-me critter on the other side of the highway. He (or she) missed, so no animals were harmed in the process. I felt bad for him (or her).
So, after dropping Carver off at his turn for home, on my way home, in my typical fashion (I call it rally mode), I had a chance encounter with no other than another FJR, just north of Kettleman City. I had slowed to get through town and was ready to wind it back up, when I noticed a bike in front of the next car I would pass. Looked around the back of the car, hey, that's an FJR! He had three more cars in front of him, and when the oncoming lanes cleared, he made no move, just cruising along at -gulp- the speed limit!
That did not compute. There was a white sedan in front of him. Could it be the one car that does not get passed? The dreaded CHP Prowler? In order for me to get around this logjam, I was going to have to execute a five-vehicle pass maneuver. It was kind of hard to rule out an unmarked LEO from that distance, but it looked like a regular car to me. After wasting way too much time fretting about the situation, a looong empty oncoming space opened up, so I eased out and rolled slowly up on the other bike. It was Cobalt GenII, so I assumed '06, waved respectfully, then rolled on past the non-LEO white sedan and the two cars in front of it. As far as I could see back, he never passed the three cars that were now behind me.
I've heard of peeps who just roll along with the traffic, but I very rarely see them. I figure I never pass anything but cruisers because all the rest of us are going a spirited pace, so we never catch each other. Barring the occasional exception, I'm hanging on to that theory.
Different strokes, I guess....He sure saved some coin not buying a radar detector. Mine has paid for the next ten of 'em already, and just keeps on payin' its way.
As a footnote, when I punched "Route Home" in on the Garmin, outside of Morro Bay, it said I would get home at 17:01 hrs. I rolled in at 16:43, beating the prediction, and all the trolls, handily. Other than a funeral, it was a great day!
All you poor snowbound folks will probably have the last laugh. A few more years of drought, and our state will dry up and burn, then the ashes will get blown out to sea. But, for now, we make Hey!
The high point of the ride there was when I had to roll off to allow a hawk to make a high-speed crossing in front of me, no more than six inches off the hard deck, trying to ambush some unseen-by-me critter on the other side of the highway. He (or she) missed, so no animals were harmed in the process. I felt bad for him (or her).
So, after dropping Carver off at his turn for home, on my way home, in my typical fashion (I call it rally mode), I had a chance encounter with no other than another FJR, just north of Kettleman City. I had slowed to get through town and was ready to wind it back up, when I noticed a bike in front of the next car I would pass. Looked around the back of the car, hey, that's an FJR! He had three more cars in front of him, and when the oncoming lanes cleared, he made no move, just cruising along at -gulp- the speed limit!
That did not compute. There was a white sedan in front of him. Could it be the one car that does not get passed? The dreaded CHP Prowler? In order for me to get around this logjam, I was going to have to execute a five-vehicle pass maneuver. It was kind of hard to rule out an unmarked LEO from that distance, but it looked like a regular car to me. After wasting way too much time fretting about the situation, a looong empty oncoming space opened up, so I eased out and rolled slowly up on the other bike. It was Cobalt GenII, so I assumed '06, waved respectfully, then rolled on past the non-LEO white sedan and the two cars in front of it. As far as I could see back, he never passed the three cars that were now behind me.
I've heard of peeps who just roll along with the traffic, but I very rarely see them. I figure I never pass anything but cruisers because all the rest of us are going a spirited pace, so we never catch each other. Barring the occasional exception, I'm hanging on to that theory.
Different strokes, I guess....He sure saved some coin not buying a radar detector. Mine has paid for the next ten of 'em already, and just keeps on payin' its way.
As a footnote, when I punched "Route Home" in on the Garmin, outside of Morro Bay, it said I would get home at 17:01 hrs. I rolled in at 16:43, beating the prediction, and all the trolls, handily. Other than a funeral, it was a great day!
