Last week, Dr. Rich (Yes, that guy) and I rode down
to meet the SoCals and Zonies in Monterey.
It's just a couple of hours from here, so we first rode
over to the South Bay/San Jose/Santa Clara area (I get confused)
to have breakfast with a bunch of other forum people, (Tyler, and Brodie, and Silent,
the inimitable FJRONAMISSION),
at Alice's Restaurant in the green, rolling hills south of San Francisco.
Then, it was straight (down a winding road
) to the coast and south along the Pacific,
through Santa Cruz and Monterey and Carmel, and on down until we intercepted
Beemerdons, and Fairlaner, and ynotride, and John Dumke, and Big D.
Then we all zoomed back to Monterey for dinner and bowling with Tyler, who'd driven
down to join us.
Got all that?
Here then, are my point-and-shoot, low-quality, poorly-composed images.
Good morning, Dr. Rich!
Rolling toward the Bay, in Dr. Itch's favorite lane...
... and into the City.
Down the peninsula...
Weekend traffic is MUCH lighter.
And out into the South Bay sticks.
This must be the place.
There's sumpin' you don't see every day.
Okay. Everybody act casual.
Silent and Brodie.
FJRONAMISSION!
Tyler and Rich.
Family outing.
Silent, Brodie (6'6" couldn't quite fit in there), Rich, and FJRONAMISSION.
And tolerant Tyler at the wheel.
(Tyler, how do you put up with these *******s?)
And on down the coast with Rich.
A stop at the Coast Gallery.
Look! A weenie bush!
We soon intercepted the boys from down south,
and turned back north with them.
Unidentified (ynot)rider. :blink:
Master Don Stanley, riding sweep.
A rare photo. Fairlaner smiling and not giving me the finger.
John Dumke in foreground.
Where's the throttle?
(ynotride)
Tyler, peeking out of the geezer forest.
bj djbill. He almost disappears when he wears black.
Full of food, and half-drunk. Hey! Let's go bowling!
Big D and John Dumke pretending to be bowlers.
The next morning, after a continental blech-fest,
Rich and I bid our forum friends goodbye, and headed north.
Rich chose to burn straight for home, while I meandered up along the coast,
enjoying the sights and taking a few more pictures.
Capitola
Barb? Are you stalking me?
Sat here for a good long while, contemplating life,
and the coming of spring, and what the future may hold.
...And whether I should pick up a six-pack on my way home, or go back out later.
The sky was darkening, and rain was expected later in the day, so I reluctantly
pointed my mighty Feej for home. Hate getting wet.
Thassit! Thanks for taking the time.
See y'all on the road this summer.
to meet the SoCals and Zonies in Monterey.
It's just a couple of hours from here, so we first rode
over to the South Bay/San Jose/Santa Clara area (I get confused)
to have breakfast with a bunch of other forum people, (Tyler, and Brodie, and Silent,
the inimitable FJRONAMISSION),
at Alice's Restaurant in the green, rolling hills south of San Francisco.
Then, it was straight (down a winding road
) to the coast and south along the Pacific,through Santa Cruz and Monterey and Carmel, and on down until we intercepted
Beemerdons, and Fairlaner, and ynotride, and John Dumke, and Big D.
Then we all zoomed back to Monterey for dinner and bowling with Tyler, who'd driven
down to join us.
Got all that?
Here then, are my point-and-shoot, low-quality, poorly-composed images.
Good morning, Dr. Rich!
Rolling toward the Bay, in Dr. Itch's favorite lane...
... and into the City.
Down the peninsula...
Weekend traffic is MUCH lighter.
And out into the South Bay sticks.
This must be the place.
There's sumpin' you don't see every day.
Okay. Everybody act casual.
Silent and Brodie.
FJRONAMISSION!
Tyler and Rich.
Family outing.
Silent, Brodie (6'6" couldn't quite fit in there), Rich, and FJRONAMISSION.
And tolerant Tyler at the wheel.
(Tyler, how do you put up with these *******s?)
And on down the coast with Rich.
A stop at the Coast Gallery.
Look! A weenie bush!
We soon intercepted the boys from down south,
and turned back north with them.
Unidentified (ynot)rider. :blink:
Master Don Stanley, riding sweep.
A rare photo. Fairlaner smiling and not giving me the finger.
John Dumke in foreground.
Where's the throttle?
(ynotride)
Tyler, peeking out of the geezer forest.
Full of food, and half-drunk. Hey! Let's go bowling!
Big D and John Dumke pretending to be bowlers.
The next morning, after a continental blech-fest,
Rich and I bid our forum friends goodbye, and headed north.
Rich chose to burn straight for home, while I meandered up along the coast,
enjoying the sights and taking a few more pictures.
Capitola
Barb? Are you stalking me?
Sat here for a good long while, contemplating life,
and the coming of spring, and what the future may hold.
...And whether I should pick up a six-pack on my way home, or go back out later.
The sky was darkening, and rain was expected later in the day, so I reluctantly
pointed my mighty Feej for home. Hate getting wet.
Thassit! Thanks for taking the time.
See y'all on the road this summer.
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