James Burleigh
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Friday morning my buddy Kurt and I headed down to Joshua Tree, California, from the San Francisco Bay Area. Then we came back the next day. Total distance was just over 1,000 miles round trip. The purpose of the ride was to get a sense of how many miles we could plan for when we map out our trip this summer. And we wanted to check out some technical stuff like two-way radios.
I was frankly not looking forward to the trip, because I had managed to throw my back out a couple of days before. I was shuflfing around like Walter Brennan on The Real McCoys, and frankly in a lot of pain, for which I was eating Motrin like M&Ms. So I was not looking forward to long hours in the saddle, and anticipated I might have to abort after just a few hours.
JB tells Kurt, "Why, shucks, my back is actin' so poorly we may has ta cancel this here moorcycle ride."
But I was willing to give it a try. But the morning of departure I got a call from Kurt: his bike, the 2000 Concours he bought a few weeks ago, wouldn't start. So he was an hour late getting here after bump-starting it; then we lost another hour+ getting him a new battery. When he pulled the battery in the dealer's lot, I saw the word "BAD" scrawled in white paint across the battery. So naturally I bitch-slapped him, 'cause don't forget this is the guy whose bike wouldn't start when we went riding a few weeks ago with him (when I was on the CBR1000RR).
We were on the road finally by 11:30, with 500 miles ahead of us.
Anyway, the ride came off all right. It turned out it was more painful to stand up than to sit on the bike. Here are a few pics:
Pausing off I-5 for an equipment change:
Joshua Tree, California:
The Joshua Tree Inn:
Room 8 at left, where Gram Parsons died:
Memorial to Gram Parsons outside room 8: Who the *% is Gram Parsons?
I'm guessing that's a Josua tree:
Entering Joshua Tree Ntl Park:
Contemplating all that...
Desert:
Some people climb these things: :blink:
:clapping:
Ran into these guys near Castaic Junction. I guess some jobs are better than working for a living.... Their playground in the distance.
Going off to play:
I was frankly not looking forward to the trip, because I had managed to throw my back out a couple of days before. I was shuflfing around like Walter Brennan on The Real McCoys, and frankly in a lot of pain, for which I was eating Motrin like M&Ms. So I was not looking forward to long hours in the saddle, and anticipated I might have to abort after just a few hours.
JB tells Kurt, "Why, shucks, my back is actin' so poorly we may has ta cancel this here moorcycle ride."
But I was willing to give it a try. But the morning of departure I got a call from Kurt: his bike, the 2000 Concours he bought a few weeks ago, wouldn't start. So he was an hour late getting here after bump-starting it; then we lost another hour+ getting him a new battery. When he pulled the battery in the dealer's lot, I saw the word "BAD" scrawled in white paint across the battery. So naturally I bitch-slapped him, 'cause don't forget this is the guy whose bike wouldn't start when we went riding a few weeks ago with him (when I was on the CBR1000RR).
We were on the road finally by 11:30, with 500 miles ahead of us.
Anyway, the ride came off all right. It turned out it was more painful to stand up than to sit on the bike. Here are a few pics:
Pausing off I-5 for an equipment change:
Joshua Tree, California:
The Joshua Tree Inn:
Room 8 at left, where Gram Parsons died:
Memorial to Gram Parsons outside room 8: Who the *% is Gram Parsons?
I'm guessing that's a Josua tree:
Entering Joshua Tree Ntl Park:
Contemplating all that...
Desert:
Some people climb these things: :blink:
:clapping:
Ran into these guys near Castaic Junction. I guess some jobs are better than working for a living.... Their playground in the distance.
Going off to play:
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