After an exciting evening in my motel room, entertaining myself, -
(I am NOT a dork), I turned in and slept like a corpse.
This having fun stuff is damn hard work. :lol:
Saturday morning, I got up well after sunrise, and enjoyed a leisurely breakfast
at the hotel restaurant, overlooking the marina next door. Sorry. No pics.
The waitress was very, ...well, it doesn't matter, because I didn't get photos,
and ya'll know what they say.
Loaded my stuff back on the blue thunder, and continued south on the PCH.
Beach after beach. Lovely communities.
Huntington (Hi Silver Penguin), Newport (Maserati and Bentley and yacht dealers!!)
and Laguna Beaches(my goodness the foot traffic was interesting) were soon behind me.
I ended up pulling into a little park overlooking the harbor at Dana Point.
A magnificent view. This lousy photo doesn't begin to capture how lovely it looked.
I scanned the harbor and finally picked out a boat that would fit my budget.
Can you see it there? The fast yellow one.
Well, this was as far south as I was going on this trip.
The PCH ends here, and Interstate 5 takes over for the run down to the border.
I hope to get back down this way in the fall perhaps,
and look around San Diego, and then run out to Arizona, and then turn
north and ....well, that's something to plan later.
I sighed as I turned north on 5, leaving the coast highway,
but I was looking forward to riding the Ortega Hwy. (74) out to Elsinore.
It's a nice road, twisty for good stretches, with an excellent surface.
Lots of sportbikes, highway patrol cars, and a whole bunch o' traffic.
I'm sure this road would be much more fun on a weekday early morning maybe.
And because it's only about a 30 mile stretch, you'd not really make a day out of it.
Of course, there was a motorcycle hangout in the middle of one of the twisty sections.
Fun looking at the wide variety of bikes.
I only got a few photos, and it being midday,
the light sort of bleached all of the drama out of the scenery.
In no time, I was rolling down into Lake Elsinore,
behind a group of cruisers that had to be doing 15 mph -----tops.
But I'm sure it was fast enough for them, and they were enjoying their day.
I might have been feeling a bit grumpy. Snap out of it O'Keeffe!
Lake Elsinore. (Anyone remember Honda's Elsinores? Didn't they own MX racing in the 70's?)
Okay. Not too much more. Ya still with me?
Now I jumped on "the 15" and headed north, alternating between
lane-splitting stop-and-go traffic, and 90 mph cruising with my iPod
blasting old man rock'n'roll into my skull.
Be right back.
