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peachild4 ([info]peachild4) wrote,
@ 2013-03-08 18:45:00


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Memories Of A Motorcycle Day Trip
It can be early Sunday morning in Southern California. The outside temperature is 36 degrees Fahrenheit, unusually cold for Southern California for any time of your year. The sun is breaking more than the horizon. The roof in the property glistens in the frost accumulated overnight. The sky is clear along with the air is crisp.

My wife and I've planned to take each day trip to Santa Barbara on the motorcycle for breakfast at certainly one of our favorite biker friendly taverns, nestled high ultralight backpacking gear in the hills of Santa Barbra off highway 154. They're known for their huevos rancheros for breakfast and their Tri-Tip Sandwiches for lunch. The tavern was built inside the 1860s as a stagecoach rest quit and now is host to locals, bikers, and passing by means of patrons.

Our day begins at 7:30 inside the morning. All preparations for this trip have been made the day just before. We expect to be at the tavern by 10:30 AM, given that they cease serving breakfast at 11:00 AM. We will be travelling nearly 150 miles on our initial leg on the trip towards the tavern.

We commence our ride near Glendale, CA and travel northwest towards the Pacific coastline. The sound of the exhaust echoes within the empty streets as we approach the freeway. It is exhilarating and refreshing to become riding this time of year, because the cold air rushes more than the windshield onto our faces, about our legs and bodies.

We've got been around the road for just more than an hour. The sun is greater in the sky as well as the warmth in the sun is quite welcoming; having said that, it is actually time for you to stop and stretch our legs. We're at or near Ventura and the ocean is just under the cliffs exactly where we stand. The ocean looks so calm from a distance, till you see and hear the waves crash onto the rocks under. A group of seagulls are in flight, masterfully catching the wind created by the breaking waves as if they are suspended, motionless more than the ocean. Other seagulls scavenge for meals around the sand as well as the parking lot.

It is actually time to get back on the road if we choose to attain our location in time for breakfast. As we continue north on highway 101, the scenery which when was open fields and farmland is now hotels, strip malls, restaurants and auto dealerships. I recall traveling this highway with my parents as a young boy on our method to San Francisco. Quite a bit has changed inside the final forty-eight years. It makes me sad to think what may possibly come to be of this gorgeous state in the next forty-eight years. Will our future generations expertise the beauty of this state which I've experienced, or will they expertise a state that has offered into a concrete jungle.

As we proceed north previous Santa Barbara, the scenery has not changed substantially because my childhood. The ocean on the left plus the rolling hills on the proper are as I don't forget them. It really is as if time has forgotten about this area. It is a stunning website and I am ultimately feeling the freedom of your open road. This was the explanation why I wanted to take this road trip on my motorcycle nowadays. The train is operating north along side with the highway at times extremely near camp grounds on the beach. I can hear the vibrating sound on the train track because the train rolls more than the tracks echoing against the hills to my proper. In the city, we never hear the sound of a train, only the sounds of site visitors, helicopters and sirens.


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