Roadtrip 2000
South to San Francisco Part 2
Read first part of San Fran trip,
here.
This was the longest (2600 mi) motorcycle
road trip I've been on and thankfully the saddle was made for long distance riding.
Although I may climb off a bit fatigued at the end of a day's ride, stretching the muscles
prepares for a pain-free ride the next day.
Travelling by motorcycle is a free spirited
way to see the countryside. Being so far away from home I thought  I'd miss the security of a vehicle, only having a backpack and motorcycle
saddlebags to carry the necessary items for a 10 day trip. But we managed quite nicely and
I never missed climbing into a vehicle just to press your nose against the window to view
the world around you.
On a roadtrip, you get used to the routine
of stopping every couple hundred miles for fuel and a stretch. As you pull on gloves and
snap up the gear, you mentally prepare for the next leg of the journey.
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After miles and miles of small winding roads
along lonely Hwy 1, meandering oceanside then inland, we eventually arrived at the Bay
Area. Stopping for lunch in  Sausalito we browsed through the Harley Store before venturing over the Golden Gate Bridge. I felt overwhelmed by personal victory, as we crossed the famous
bridge into my favourite city away from home; San Francisco.
We stayed for two nights in the city by the Bay and
enjoyed every minute. Pub hopping spiced up our first night, which was in contrast to our
early nights on the road. A visit to a jazz club on our last night was just the right
touch of relaxation before the long trek homeward.
 As
we headed north bound on Hwy 101, finally calling it a night in Crescent City, CA. Our
last night was spent in Seaside, Oregon and the next morning we suited up in case of rain
and headed up the north coast. From the town of Aberdeen, WA the tired Buells headed
inland toward Olympia. We hit a bit of rain in this part of Washington but weren't
surprised since we were close to our home in Vancouver British Columbia and it's typical
climate.
The last leg of the journey up to the Border seemed
droning along the Interstate highway. We were making good time but already longed for the
twisting road of the Coast again. It was a great trip with memories never to forget!
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