Title: Saturday Afternoon Ride
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Road Journals Entry: We decided to ride to the mall about 20 miles south of here. When we got to the exit, there were just way too many cars for us to sit on the curved ramp that I rode right on by, and decided to show the old man, the sites. When I have my female moments, I usually get on my scoot & take off for parts unknown, instead of staying home & screaming til I'm blue in the face. One of my moments was about 4 months or so ago, when I just headed south, hoping to lose myself in the mountains somewhere. I found a really nice out of the way restaurant in Santa Cruz, CA on a mountain summit. The eagles soar close to the top, and you can see the Pacific ocean, miles from there over the mountains below. When we rode past the mall on Saturday, I decided I would lead him to this out of the way restaurant. Interstate 880 southbound turns into the 17, and it's 8 miles in the mountains of only sharp curves. I hate riding in the curves. I think it's because of my last bike accident. I hate leaning the bike that far. Len behind me, we were clipping about 55 in a 25 around a bend, when there was this tanker, with blinkers flashing in front of my eyes. Holy shit, I almost lost it.......but had just enough room to pull into the other lane. The 8 miles of curves felt like 100 miles of flat land. We pulled into the Summit Roadhouse, with me trying to make a quick right hand curved turn in front of a squad car. Not only do I suck at turns, but in front of a cop no less!! We spend a few short hours eating one good meal, and the other one really sucked. The BBQ chicken was cooked outside on the grill, and the steak tasted like it was microwaved over & over again, into hard leather. The chicken plate was full of all kinds of veggies, and fruits, but the steak plate had practically nothing on it, for more money...... We paid the bill, left a tip, then around sunset decided to ride back to our RV about 60 miles north. To me 50 degrees is cold outside, and in the mountains the temps are even lower. We rode home, racing on the 880 northbound. It was a great ride home, and I love the fact that there's a challenge on the highway as to who owns the lane I am supposed to be riding in...... Once upon a time, I used to carry, ball bearings, and little metal stars to "accidentally' let loose into the cager sharing my space. Now I just kick doors in...... Well, we had a great ride, ended the day alive......and cold. The best part of the day, is sitting and watching the eagles soar near us on the mountain peaks. Rebel Ruthi
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