This is a little different. No twisties, or mountain vistas.
(It’s been snowin’ like hell up there.)
Instead I rode the hour or so to the nearest coastal city, and buzzed around,
and stopped about a hundred times, and snapped a bunch of pictures
with my point and shoot.
Traveling around a large, busy city is a whole different experience on a motorcycle.
I don’t really enjoy doing it in a car, but it’s a blast on a bike.
You can slice through traffic, stop and park when there’s nowhere to stop or park,
and look at all the beautiful women through your tinted shield. You see everything,
smell everything, and feel everything.
San Francisco in unique in a lot of ways, but I love it most for the terrain.
Hills! Many of the streets have surprisingly steep inclines. You really can't tell
from the photos. It's something you really need to experience. And because
it's so hilly you can see up or down most streets for blocks. And the
cable car tracks aren't really much of a hazard. And...
Okay. Enough text. Here are the piccies.
(Yes, there's a stinkin' bike in almost every pic. That's what I do. No control over it.)
And when you're spending the afternoon in a city with
thousands of fantastic restaurants, this is what a dork has for lunch.
They're building us a new Bay Bridge. It's an incredible bit of engineering.
And a look back from Yerba Buena Island before heading home.
Just before I put away my camera and pointed my feej for home,
another FJR pulls up! The purple year!
fjrshanta from Livermore!
We chatted a bit and he let me take his picture.
(He insisted I promise him I'd not include a smart-assed caption.)
Great meeting you Sean.
Looking at that jacket made my ears bleed. Cripes it's loud amigo!
I know most of these images are old hat for the locals, but I figured
if you're one of my snowed-in, Stabil-in-your-tank brothers, you'd enjoy looking at 'em.
Thank you.
(That's the Golden Gate bridge waaay off there on the RIGHT. Bay Bridge on the left.)
This was in my ears on the way home.
An old playlist.
A very good day.
I drove up to Hillside Manor sometime after 2 a.m.
And talked a little while about the year
I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower,
Makes you talk a little lower about the things you could not show her
And it's been a long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass
And it's one more day up in the canyon
And it's one more night in Hollywood
It's been so long since I've seen the ocean...
I guess I should
(It’s been snowin’ like hell up there.)
Instead I rode the hour or so to the nearest coastal city, and buzzed around,
and stopped about a hundred times, and snapped a bunch of pictures
with my point and shoot.
Traveling around a large, busy city is a whole different experience on a motorcycle.
I don’t really enjoy doing it in a car, but it’s a blast on a bike.
You can slice through traffic, stop and park when there’s nowhere to stop or park,
and look at all the beautiful women through your tinted shield. You see everything,
smell everything, and feel everything.
San Francisco in unique in a lot of ways, but I love it most for the terrain.
Hills! Many of the streets have surprisingly steep inclines. You really can't tell
from the photos. It's something you really need to experience. And because
it's so hilly you can see up or down most streets for blocks. And the
cable car tracks aren't really much of a hazard. And...
Okay. Enough text. Here are the piccies.
(Yes, there's a stinkin' bike in almost every pic. That's what I do. No control over it.)
And when you're spending the afternoon in a city with
thousands of fantastic restaurants, this is what a dork has for lunch.
They're building us a new Bay Bridge. It's an incredible bit of engineering.
And a look back from Yerba Buena Island before heading home.
Just before I put away my camera and pointed my feej for home,
another FJR pulls up! The purple year!
fjrshanta from Livermore!
We chatted a bit and he let me take his picture.
(He insisted I promise him I'd not include a smart-assed caption.)
Great meeting you Sean.
Looking at that jacket made my ears bleed. Cripes it's loud amigo!
I know most of these images are old hat for the locals, but I figured
if you're one of my snowed-in, Stabil-in-your-tank brothers, you'd enjoy looking at 'em.
Thank you.
(That's the Golden Gate bridge waaay off there on the RIGHT. Bay Bridge on the left.)
This was in my ears on the way home.
An old playlist.
A very good day.
I drove up to Hillside Manor sometime after 2 a.m.
And talked a little while about the year
I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower,
Makes you talk a little lower about the things you could not show her
And it's been a long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass
And it's one more day up in the canyon
And it's one more night in Hollywood
It's been so long since I've seen the ocean...
I guess I should
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