Seasons

Truck drivers say there are only two seasons: Winter and Construction. On California Hwy 99, there's only the latter. What I fail to understand, is that with all the constant "improvement" on that road -- why the heck it's still so screwed up. That is one rotten piece of pavement. Populated with idiots.

Good. I feel better now.

Hit the road about 0730. Damn, the scoot's running fine. Took some advice from Bear, who's ridden these big Geezer Glides more than I, and did some asymmetrical packing. The primary on these things weighs a ton, so packing heavy on the right side really evens things out. Damn thing's tracking straight as a die. It was one of those great mornings: still, quiet, cool but not cold. Didn't even turn the radio on. Too peaceful for that. Just wanted to run the road in silence, thinking about the miles and experiences to come.

Hit Pizan's house by around 0915 and we were on the road again by 10.

Really -- I don't want to bore you with Atwater to Tehachapi. Flat, hot, mostly 99. It was, as I said in an earlier Post, really just a positioning run.

We expected it to cool down once we got some altitude but it's stayed hot even on the mountain. The A/C in the room was a joy to step into.

It's now 0600 on Monday. Pablo got in last night at about 1700, Bassman about 0530 this morning. Gonna grab a bite and start headin' East. Looks like Bassman's got a leak in his primary -- so we'll need to keep an eye on that. I've got tools and Pablo is a pretty good Harley wrench, himself, so if things go south we'll get it fixed -- at least enough to get him to a shop.

Takes me back to the old days when wrenchin' on those things, especially on a long trip, was simply de rigure. We'll get were we're goin', be it by bailin' wire or duct tape.

Time to grab some chow and get rollin'. The boys are down there now, and I can tell they want to hit the Concrete Goddess. Lot of long, hot miles to run today.

Maybe, hopefully, even some stories.