Yesterday, I took a trip to the end of PCH, also known as Pacific Coast Highway, or simply Highway 1. It's a coastal road that runs most of California. Well it turns out I'm 130miles from there, so off we go.
I set off around 10am, it was a little bit chilly. Went to the store first to get water and a couple of chocolate bars to supplement the sandwiches I'd already packed. I had planned to make 3 stops there, roughly an hour apart, Point Arena, Fort Bragg and the final destination Legett, but as the day unfolded I found myself feeling great the first pit-stop so just blew through it.
The first bit of excitement was exiting Point Arena, there's a hill with a 90degree left bend, 15mph. Right at the apex somebody decided to turn in front of me. I stopped dead, traffic behind me also, the person continued across my lane, looked and saw me, stopped dead, blocking both lanes. They proceed to wave at me and I gesture for them to keep moving as they are blocking traffic. Bizarre.
This road is great, it's coastal in places, so great scenery, flat ocean roads, windy-hilly switchbacks, beaches lots of ocean views. Almost every rider I see waves in some fashion or another as do I, it's all very friendly.
Lots of construction, so I had a few butt breaks. Getting close, the last hour, my butt was seriously hurting, my hands were getting numb and I found changing gear becoming challenging as my left hand wasn't quite as responsive as I'd like. Push on and get to the end. I can tell I'm getting dehydrated, but just keep going until I get to the end. I almost drop the bike coming to a stop, which is a huge indicator I'm fatigued and take a break. It's too hot to stay at Legett (It's claim to fame is a tree you can drive through, but I'm not interested in that), so I head back, this is all wind roads through redwood trees up and down, so I pull off, hydrate, eat, rest before heading back.
The trip back is fairly uneventful, until a fellow rider comes up from behind. I goose the rebel up to 65 and he follows suit, so we have a fun time darting along the road at speed. Taking bends at 55, slowing to 25, up to 65, it's a total blast. We even managed to switch places a couple of times, so I had the experience of following too.
Y'know I really think she thought she had the right of way. At least I was prepared and I rarely get mad when people make a mistake, so it was just ho-hum.
I'll be investing in a better camera soon, so I can take video with the push of a button. My current camera just records a continuous loop and I'm not going to try and edit 3hr of video for 10 minutes of fun.
there are some places in Redwood National forest a bit further north I could disappear into forever
I don't suppose you've rode 101 north of Legett by any chance? It looks like a nice two lane highway, not a meat grinder. I might be willing to make that ride to the forest in maybe a month or so, 1 day out, 1 day back.
101 south of here I would not ride. Pot holes, 65 zones people go 85 in, 8 lanes into 3, no no thank you.
Unfortunately bypassing 101 going north pretty much doubles the number of hours, so I think that's going to be the plan.
I am very jealous! We drove (car) from LA to Canada years ago and I still dream about it (especially the Oregon coast). I cannot recommend it highly enough to others, a definite bucket list item (two or if necessary four wheels)!
A young lady almost hit me head on coming out of the parking lot today. I was on my scooter buying metal as I was fabricating a side basket for the Rebel. I also don't get mad. I gave her thumbs up for not killing me and kept going. Will post the result of the side basket soon . PS. It really feels good to ride away alive and knowing we didn't punish someone for a mistake that we often make ourselves. I actually feel like I owe her a thank you for turning her head finally and seeing me, so she could hit the brakes on time!
Nice side bags! I went the crazy way. A saddle bag on one side and metal basket on the other. I can throw any back-pack or bag in that one. Just tired of wearing a back-pack with my suit when I go to work.