Well, that was freaking awesome. I'm just back from riding from my home on Bainbridge Island in WA down to Berkeley, CA. It was a bucket list thing. Interstate 5 is the highway of my life, given that I grew up near it in Los Angeles, and have lived in spots all along it from Mexico to Canada. I've therefore driven I5 many, many times in cages and Uhaul's. For years now I've been wanting to ride it on my bike, and finally did it.
Crazy as it sounds I left on Friday after work, rode down to Eugene and hit the sack around 11. Got up and rode to Berkeley the next day, on lovely dry slab and had never seen I5 look so beautiful. It's utterly different on a motorcycle. Made it to Berkeley about 4pm and enjoyed a lovely evening at the football game and with friends.
Sunday morning got up and rode straight back, 13.5 hours with only stops for gas. Made it home at 9pm.
Never had ridden that far that fast, and other than a sore butt and some leg tightness I felt great. Found I could go about a gas tank between having to stop and stretch it out. Worked out.
Folks in CA drive so much faster than here in the PNW. At one point on I80 leaving Berkeley I looked around and every single car was doing 90mph, as was I. Could cruise about 85 most of I5 back. At one point hit well above a triple digit when passing a phalanx of cars, and man I keep loving my Connie as I looked down and saw that high number and couldn't have told I was doing more than 60 given how the bike felt.
Do those things on your bucket list, as the clock keeps ticking!
Crazy as it sounds I left on Friday after work, rode down to Eugene and hit the sack around 11. Got up and rode to Berkeley the next day, on lovely dry slab and had never seen I5 look so beautiful. It's utterly different on a motorcycle. Made it to Berkeley about 4pm and enjoyed a lovely evening at the football game and with friends.
Sunday morning got up and rode straight back, 13.5 hours with only stops for gas. Made it home at 9pm.
Never had ridden that far that fast, and other than a sore butt and some leg tightness I felt great. Found I could go about a gas tank between having to stop and stretch it out. Worked out.
Folks in CA drive so much faster than here in the PNW. At one point on I80 leaving Berkeley I looked around and every single car was doing 90mph, as was I. Could cruise about 85 most of I5 back. At one point hit well above a triple digit when passing a phalanx of cars, and man I keep loving my Connie as I looked down and saw that high number and couldn't have told I was doing more than 60 given how the bike felt.
Do those things on your bucket list, as the clock keeps ticking!