Good weekend sorta. Was able to ride both Saturday and Sunday.
Saturday was a bit of a shakedown thing, as I'd finally installed a few farkles
that I'd accumulated over the last month or so.
Not much of a farkler,
but I'd finally decided that I could use a bit more comfort and convenience.
First, I installed my GIVI trunk rack. I had the trunk from a "previous" FJR.
Actually, a trunk on a motorcycle isn't really a farkle.
It's luggage.
Also installed a Heli-Bar triple clamp, techmount stem mount, Garmin 2730, Beemer grips,
and a Madco throttle lock.
Reckon I'm pretty much set for now.
Well with the weather being especially mild, I thought maybe it would be neat to ride
up into the snow and mess around.
But my camera was in the shop, it had gotten late, and instead I decided to
just run a bit out of town and see how the
new accessories worked.
Just before I departed, Dr. Rich showed up on his cruiser, wanting to go bar hopping.
He'd bought new riding gear, and wanted to "trot it by the local girls."
I told him I'd already made plans.
"Call HYCLE," I suggested. "He'll just adore that jacket."
"Well, I just WILL then," he pouted, riding off.
But seriously folks.
Grabbed my teenie-weenie back-up camera and hit the road.
First stop was juice for me and the Feej.
Then out into the countryside. Things look a bit more barren in January.
Ended up on 49 and rode it north to Placerville. Traffic was very light.
Stopped in Diamond Springs.
Wow. Profound stuff. :lol: Jack Handy?
Popped in here for a buncha drinkin' with the boys.
Motorcycles and liquor. Peas and carrots.
Then home.
Sunday looked promising.
Saw a post from skuehl about a possible Yosemite run.
Considered it.
It would mean a VERY early start in the cold, and well, I'm "C - B - A, All the Way."
The next morning, I got up late and ended up entertaining unexpected company, so Yosemite was out.
Up good ol' Hwy. 50 to look at some snow? Boring? Easy? Good idea. Hope I don't get any on me.
Bust going to church.
Well, I got a James Burleigh start,
and zoomed up to Placerville for gas. That Buttercup Pantry place has very good pie.
Especially the blueberry. With ice cream. For those who like pie.
Undaunted by the icy mountain air, I pressed on.
Pulled in here for a minute. First encounter. Parked right up near it.
Had just jumped over that pile of it there.
I must be nuts, coming up here on a bike.
And just over the pass.
There's Lake Tahoe out there. I stopped here, took a few piccies,
and headed back west. Traffic in South Lake Tahoe on a
holiday weekend is an unpleasant experience. Don't want any of those.
A few more snaps on the way down.
And into the valley and the afternoon sun.
I often stop here hoping to catch rogdeb doing the coffee thing. Missed them today.
So I grabbed something to soak up the evening beers. NEVER read that nutrition label.
Thassit. No real adventure. Just a little ride.
Oh. Here's the picture of my moose.
And here are a few VERY crude, poorly done photo stitchings. Posting them anyway.
Good night all. Thanks for lookin in.
Saturday was a bit of a shakedown thing, as I'd finally installed a few farkles
that I'd accumulated over the last month or so.
Not much of a farkler,
but I'd finally decided that I could use a bit more comfort and convenience.
First, I installed my GIVI trunk rack. I had the trunk from a "previous" FJR.
Actually, a trunk on a motorcycle isn't really a farkle.
It's luggage.
Also installed a Heli-Bar triple clamp, techmount stem mount, Garmin 2730, Beemer grips,
and a Madco throttle lock.
Reckon I'm pretty much set for now.
Well with the weather being especially mild, I thought maybe it would be neat to ride
up into the snow and mess around.
But my camera was in the shop, it had gotten late, and instead I decided to
just run a bit out of town and see how the
new accessories worked.
Just before I departed, Dr. Rich showed up on his cruiser, wanting to go bar hopping.
He'd bought new riding gear, and wanted to "trot it by the local girls."
I told him I'd already made plans.
"Call HYCLE," I suggested. "He'll just adore that jacket."
"Well, I just WILL then," he pouted, riding off.
But seriously folks.
Grabbed my teenie-weenie back-up camera and hit the road.
First stop was juice for me and the Feej.
Then out into the countryside. Things look a bit more barren in January.
Ended up on 49 and rode it north to Placerville. Traffic was very light.
Stopped in Diamond Springs.
Wow. Profound stuff. :lol: Jack Handy?
Popped in here for a buncha drinkin' with the boys.
Motorcycles and liquor. Peas and carrots.
Then home.
Sunday looked promising.
Saw a post from skuehl about a possible Yosemite run.
Considered it.
It would mean a VERY early start in the cold, and well, I'm "C - B - A, All the Way."
The next morning, I got up late and ended up entertaining unexpected company, so Yosemite was out.
Up good ol' Hwy. 50 to look at some snow? Boring? Easy? Good idea. Hope I don't get any on me.
Bust going to church.
Well, I got a James Burleigh start,
and zoomed up to Placerville for gas. That Buttercup Pantry place has very good pie.
Especially the blueberry. With ice cream. For those who like pie.
Undaunted by the icy mountain air, I pressed on.
Pulled in here for a minute. First encounter. Parked right up near it.
Had just jumped over that pile of it there.
I must be nuts, coming up here on a bike.
And just over the pass.
There's Lake Tahoe out there. I stopped here, took a few piccies,
and headed back west. Traffic in South Lake Tahoe on a
holiday weekend is an unpleasant experience. Don't want any of those.
A few more snaps on the way down.
And into the valley and the afternoon sun.
I often stop here hoping to catch rogdeb doing the coffee thing. Missed them today.
So I grabbed something to soak up the evening beers. NEVER read that nutrition label.
Thassit. No real adventure. Just a little ride.
Oh. Here's the picture of my moose.
And here are a few VERY crude, poorly done photo stitchings. Posting them anyway.
Good night all. Thanks for lookin in.
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