frenchy750
01-15-2009, 05:07 PM
I don't know about everyone else, but the weather in the Kingdom of Rhode Island right now can only be described one way: shitty.
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Rhode Island - January 15, 2009
Thank goodness I'm about as far from the Kingdom as I can be, with Sleeping Beauty in my adopted home of California.
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California - January 15, 2009
I'm an early riser, while Sleeping Beauty, well, let's just say she has that nickname for a reason. So, it's early morning, I'm wide awake, the sun is shining bright and it's already 68 degrees, and there are three motorcycles in the garage - Rain Cloud Follows, Abi's bike Snowball, and Little Red Riding Hood, Fiona's brand new Ninja 250.
I know what I'm going to do next, it's pretty obvious. I just need to sneak out without waking Sleeping Beauty.
"Uhh... hmmmph... where're you goin'?" she turned to me, half awake.
Damn. "Just going to get some milk, honey. I'll be back soon, OK?"
"Hrrm... ok." She rolled back over and fell back asleep.
I opened the garage, and an involuntary smile appeared. Three beautiful motorcycles, just waiting to get out on the road. Then, the three remaining functioning synapses in my tiny brain linked up, and a thought formed. 'Take the Coucours.'
I called Abi, wondering if I could get away with it or not.
"Hey buddy, I'm standing in front of your bike, and it looks sad and lonely. It's been sitting here, basically neglected for a few months."
He interrupted me, "What are you getting at?"
"Well, I was thinking I would take Snowball out for a little spin. Get the blood moving and all that."
"Fine. Just remember, the tires are brand new."
Oh, don't worry, I remember...
Those three synapses worked together to remember something I'd been told a few months ago. "Azusa Canyon is a great ride, and it's just five miles from the house."
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Perfect. Let's go!
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Evidently, I wasn't the only one on a milk run. Two sport bikes passed me, obviously with CA Route 39 in mind. I waved as they passed, mentally assigning them the names 'Tom and Dave'.
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As soon as we were away from the busy streets, which only took about five minutes, I noticed that involuntary smile reappeared.
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'Tom and Dave' took full advantage of the traffic free two lane roller coaster, while I took a more leisurely pace, stopping to take in the sights, and relishing the fact that I was riding in January, on a deserted two lane mountain road. (I don't say that to rub it in to the subjects of the Kingdom of Rhode Island. Honestly.)
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Snowball loved being out almost as much as I did.
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There was hardly any traffic on the road, and after a while I started to give Snowball a bit of a workout, testing the new tires, the new brakes, and the lean angle limits. The involuntary smile was more or less a permanent fixture. My completely uneducated assessment of the Concours? Kawasaki definitely got this one right. I have to say that while I love Rain Cloud Follows...
Naah, I won't say it.
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http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/455430566_YMYwf-L.jpg
The only traffic I saw was LA County fire vehicles, about seven of them, heading the other direction. They didn't seem to be in a hurry, so while I wondered what they were all doing up there, I didn't worry about it.
A few hundred curves later, I found out what all the fire trucks were doing.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/455430645_X4xfE-L.jpg
Fire camp.
That sounds like fun. I want to go to fire camp when I grow up. If I ever grow up.
While I was snapping this picture, 'Tom and Dave' passed me. Again. Those guys seemed to be doing laps. I waved again as they went by.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/455430698_rbbLP-L.jpg
Very nice of the state of California to build us our very own racetrack out here in the San Gabriel mountains. Thanks, guys!
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/455454250_Ftwkb-L.jpg
What a great day. I stopped when the spirit moved me to stop, and enjoyed the scents, the sounds, and the bright sun and warm feeling on my face's pasty flourescent light bleached pallor.
(OK, I'll admit, I put that in to rub it in just a bit...)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/455430751_7oWRs-L.jpg
Mount Baldy has some snow on the top. I bet it's cold up there. See? I feel for Rhode Islanders with a day's high temperature of twelve. I really do.
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I also felt for this guy. It seems the motor fell right out of his motorcycle! I asked if he was OK. He nodded and he dismissed me with a friendly wave.
While I was stopped making sure this fellow motor-less motorcyclist was OK, I heard a beautiful sound from down in the valley. None other than 'Tom and Dave' appeared for a third time.
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This time I set off after them, catching them in mere seconds. They quickly signaled to turn off, and pulled into one of the thousand scenic stops on this excellent road.
The conversation started as pretty much any conversation between motorcyclists does. "Hi!" the taller one said. "That's a nice bike you're riding there."
We talked about the Councours, the roads, and riding in general. I asked their names. The shorter of the two was named, I shit you not, Dave. The taller guy was Gary. Oh well. One outta two ain't bad.
Gary asked me what brought me to Azusa Canyon.
"Oh, I'm supposed to be getting some milk." I replied, remembering my reason. "It's been over an hour, I'm probably in trouble by now."
They laughed. As I was leaving, Gary said, "Be careful. I just read in the paper the other day that this road is the most-crashed-on road in all of Southern California."
Great. That's why I don't read newspapers.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/455430774_6VPUc-L.jpg
Gary and Dave - Two New Friends
The descent from Azusa Canyon back to reality was a bit hairy in spots. Off camber, decreasing radius curves would sneak up out of nowhere. The mighty Concours handled it all without a thought.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/455430836_SfG54-L.jpg
Smog Factory in the Distance
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/455430899_ipTiB-L.jpg
A few more enthusiasts were headed up as I headed back. We passed with a wave.
I made it all the way back home before Sleeping Beauty got out of bed. My plan would have been perfect except for one thing.
I forgot to get the milk.
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Rhode Island - January 15, 2009
Thank goodness I'm about as far from the Kingdom as I can be, with Sleeping Beauty in my adopted home of California.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/455431305_UXgdX-M.jpg
California - January 15, 2009
I'm an early riser, while Sleeping Beauty, well, let's just say she has that nickname for a reason. So, it's early morning, I'm wide awake, the sun is shining bright and it's already 68 degrees, and there are three motorcycles in the garage - Rain Cloud Follows, Abi's bike Snowball, and Little Red Riding Hood, Fiona's brand new Ninja 250.
I know what I'm going to do next, it's pretty obvious. I just need to sneak out without waking Sleeping Beauty.
"Uhh... hmmmph... where're you goin'?" she turned to me, half awake.
Damn. "Just going to get some milk, honey. I'll be back soon, OK?"
"Hrrm... ok." She rolled back over and fell back asleep.
I opened the garage, and an involuntary smile appeared. Three beautiful motorcycles, just waiting to get out on the road. Then, the three remaining functioning synapses in my tiny brain linked up, and a thought formed. 'Take the Coucours.'
I called Abi, wondering if I could get away with it or not.
"Hey buddy, I'm standing in front of your bike, and it looks sad and lonely. It's been sitting here, basically neglected for a few months."
He interrupted me, "What are you getting at?"
"Well, I was thinking I would take Snowball out for a little spin. Get the blood moving and all that."
"Fine. Just remember, the tires are brand new."
Oh, don't worry, I remember...
Those three synapses worked together to remember something I'd been told a few months ago. "Azusa Canyon is a great ride, and it's just five miles from the house."
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/455430314_D49XP-L.jpg
Perfect. Let's go!
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/456002320_wLARD-L.jpg
Evidently, I wasn't the only one on a milk run. Two sport bikes passed me, obviously with CA Route 39 in mind. I waved as they passed, mentally assigning them the names 'Tom and Dave'.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/455430320_RTEoa-L.jpg
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/455430340_YJqQe-L.jpg
As soon as we were away from the busy streets, which only took about five minutes, I noticed that involuntary smile reappeared.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/455445426_ygsyR-L.jpg
'Tom and Dave' took full advantage of the traffic free two lane roller coaster, while I took a more leisurely pace, stopping to take in the sights, and relishing the fact that I was riding in January, on a deserted two lane mountain road. (I don't say that to rub it in to the subjects of the Kingdom of Rhode Island. Honestly.)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/455430407_uxkHQ-L.jpg;
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/455430442_KURVn-L.jpg
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/455430618_GUGwQ-L.jpg
Snowball loved being out almost as much as I did.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/455430580_6dCL7-L.jpg
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/455430663_5uebr-L.jpg
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/455430488_U6nfG-L.jpg
There was hardly any traffic on the road, and after a while I started to give Snowball a bit of a workout, testing the new tires, the new brakes, and the lean angle limits. The involuntary smile was more or less a permanent fixture. My completely uneducated assessment of the Concours? Kawasaki definitely got this one right. I have to say that while I love Rain Cloud Follows...
Naah, I won't say it.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/455430551_dPkpB-L.jpg
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/455430566_YMYwf-L.jpg
The only traffic I saw was LA County fire vehicles, about seven of them, heading the other direction. They didn't seem to be in a hurry, so while I wondered what they were all doing up there, I didn't worry about it.
A few hundred curves later, I found out what all the fire trucks were doing.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/455430645_X4xfE-L.jpg
Fire camp.
That sounds like fun. I want to go to fire camp when I grow up. If I ever grow up.
While I was snapping this picture, 'Tom and Dave' passed me. Again. Those guys seemed to be doing laps. I waved again as they went by.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/455430698_rbbLP-L.jpg
Very nice of the state of California to build us our very own racetrack out here in the San Gabriel mountains. Thanks, guys!
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/455454250_Ftwkb-L.jpg
What a great day. I stopped when the spirit moved me to stop, and enjoyed the scents, the sounds, and the bright sun and warm feeling on my face's pasty flourescent light bleached pallor.
(OK, I'll admit, I put that in to rub it in just a bit...)
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/455430751_7oWRs-L.jpg
Mount Baldy has some snow on the top. I bet it's cold up there. See? I feel for Rhode Islanders with a day's high temperature of twelve. I really do.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/455430761_jf7tH-L.jpg
I also felt for this guy. It seems the motor fell right out of his motorcycle! I asked if he was OK. He nodded and he dismissed me with a friendly wave.
While I was stopped making sure this fellow motor-less motorcyclist was OK, I heard a beautiful sound from down in the valley. None other than 'Tom and Dave' appeared for a third time.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/455458221_gXMxo-L.jpg
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/455430677_Tz7gL-L.jpg
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/455430682_KaZK8-L.jpg
This time I set off after them, catching them in mere seconds. They quickly signaled to turn off, and pulled into one of the thousand scenic stops on this excellent road.
The conversation started as pretty much any conversation between motorcyclists does. "Hi!" the taller one said. "That's a nice bike you're riding there."
We talked about the Councours, the roads, and riding in general. I asked their names. The shorter of the two was named, I shit you not, Dave. The taller guy was Gary. Oh well. One outta two ain't bad.
Gary asked me what brought me to Azusa Canyon.
"Oh, I'm supposed to be getting some milk." I replied, remembering my reason. "It's been over an hour, I'm probably in trouble by now."
They laughed. As I was leaving, Gary said, "Be careful. I just read in the paper the other day that this road is the most-crashed-on road in all of Southern California."
Great. That's why I don't read newspapers.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/455430774_6VPUc-L.jpg
Gary and Dave - Two New Friends
The descent from Azusa Canyon back to reality was a bit hairy in spots. Off camber, decreasing radius curves would sneak up out of nowhere. The mighty Concours handled it all without a thought.
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/455430836_SfG54-L.jpg
Smog Factory in the Distance
http://frenchy750.smugmug.com/photos/455430899_ipTiB-L.jpg
A few more enthusiasts were headed up as I headed back. We passed with a wave.
I made it all the way back home before Sleeping Beauty got out of bed. My plan would have been perfect except for one thing.
I forgot to get the milk.