Anchors Away!
Well, I haven't left California yet, but I am finally in South Lake Tahoe, down the road from the agricultural checkpoint. Got burritos and beer with Doug and his buddies up here, who are all real chill. Beautiful ride up - sorta hot. Doug turns his heater on to keep the engine cooler (apparently this turns on an extra radiator, which circulates more coolant through the engine).
It was actually sort of sad to leave the bay area. As we were driving over the ridiculously high bridge that takes you over the Maze from 880 to 80, the salty smell of the bay filled the cabin, and I looked over at the Oakland skyline and saw the red church tower where years ago ten of us YRUUers laid in a pile and ate Nutella and whip cream, straight from their containers. The City's skyline, sillhouetted in the other direction behind the bridge; Berkeley, the Gilman, El Cerrito... good times, all of them.
Anyway.
Doug's bike was sold, but it was a bittersweet occasion. A man came to buy the bike from Dave about the time we were passing through Berkeley. He asked to do a test drive; Dave of course asked for collateral, and the man gave him his word that if he crashed the bike, he would buy it. So the guy slowly takes the bike out from the driveway, Dave following him on his own cycle... and then the customer ups the throttle or lets go of the clutch and crashes the bike into Dave's truck across the street! Ridiculous. Apparently he was so shaken up, Dave gave him a ride home. Via the bank, of course.
Our plan for the next two days is I-80 to southeast Idaho, then to Denver.
"And eighteen hundred miles is about the distance from where I'm goin' now to where you are... an El Camino is a car."
It was actually sort of sad to leave the bay area. As we were driving over the ridiculously high bridge that takes you over the Maze from 880 to 80, the salty smell of the bay filled the cabin, and I looked over at the Oakland skyline and saw the red church tower where years ago ten of us YRUUers laid in a pile and ate Nutella and whip cream, straight from their containers. The City's skyline, sillhouetted in the other direction behind the bridge; Berkeley, the Gilman, El Cerrito... good times, all of them.
Anyway.
Doug's bike was sold, but it was a bittersweet occasion. A man came to buy the bike from Dave about the time we were passing through Berkeley. He asked to do a test drive; Dave of course asked for collateral, and the man gave him his word that if he crashed the bike, he would buy it. So the guy slowly takes the bike out from the driveway, Dave following him on his own cycle... and then the customer ups the throttle or lets go of the clutch and crashes the bike into Dave's truck across the street! Ridiculous. Apparently he was so shaken up, Dave gave him a ride home. Via the bank, of course.
Our plan for the next two days is I-80 to southeast Idaho, then to Denver.
"And eighteen hundred miles is about the distance from where I'm goin' now to where you are... an El Camino is a car."
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