When you know you’re home again

Few things truly wake up your soul like going for your first ride after being out of town for awhile. Right now I honestly have no idea what time my body thinks it is, but after being on the road for the past nine days I woke up at an un-godly hour this morning and was able to hit the road a good two hours before I normally do. This turned out to be the blessing of all blessing as I was able to carve my way through the canyons in complete peace and quiet before the rest of the LA basin woke up. And what a sight it was. The early morning light was absolutely beautiful with golden colored hues lighting up the world before my eyes. And after seeing nothing but straight lines and boring roads for the past several days it was nice to finally see some curves again. Something that begged for a sportbike and not a harley. Eventually I ended up working my way to the Rockstore for an early morning bite. Turned out that I was there so early that the only company in the parking lot was the beemer crowd. Been awhile since that was the case…

After grabbing some eats I took Mullhulland to Kanan and then popped down Latigo Canyon. Curves were just coming from every direction and somewhere between the elevation changes, the constantly changing radius and the vistas of the pacific ocean I just lost myself. If there is a more visual reminder as to why I enjoy Southern California I don’t know what it is. By the time I hit the end of the road, down by the PCH, I felt so inspired that I ended up taking Latigo back the other way to Kanan Dune to complete the round trip. It was just that nice.

Some random thoughts from the ride: