I just got back from a wonderful solitary ride - MotorMilt didn’t kick it with me today, he had other plans - and I’m feeling whipped right about now. Did about 100 miles today, 80+ were nothing but curves. Just fantastic. Which I have to admit I was no expecting. Today has been one of those days.

Knowing that I wanted to get a great ride in today, I got to bed early last night. I’m a big believer that “Rest is a Weapon” (as a total aside, the line is stolen from one of the early Jason Borne novels by Robert Luldlum). But of course I couldn’t sleep. Woke up at 3:30 anxious to get the day started. Don’t know if something was on my mind or I just plain excited to get out on the Duc once more. In any case, since I didn’t sleep very well and ended up going back to bed twice (highly unusual for me), I decided that it felt more like a beemer day…. I know it’s a tough life to lead when you’ve got to choose between two different and yet wonderful bikes… Anyway, the idea of having ABS, a less sever seating position and a less twitchy throttle just seemed more sensable.

I struck out from the pad around elevan - usually I’m headed back by then - and while traffic was heavier, it really wasn’t that bad. Finally got up to the canyons and it was delightful. There wasn’t another soul anywhere (except of course the PCH, everyone was cruising)… Ended up hitting the Agoura Deli for a second breakfast. Who can resist two doses of French Toast on a lazy Saturday? Apparently it was just what I needed because after the meal I was on fire. Everything felt great. Unlike the trip up to the Deli where I was fighting the bike, once I got back on the bike everything just flowed. Is there a better feeling in the world if you’re a motorcyclist? I doubt it.

So instead of heading back home right away, I took Kanan up to Encinal Canyon Road - a definate top ten road for the Santa Monica Mountains. I don’t ride it enough because it’s a bit of a trek and extends the ride a good 35 miles… I know the Iron Butt Association is probably laughing at me, but when we’re riding around our backyard we take short trips but hit it hard… Anyway to get back to the story at hand, Encinal was perfect. Again nobody was there. Just me and the road and the scenes… Bottomline is that while it was a shitty morning, it was a glorious afternoon and I feel so thankful to own two killer bikes and live in such a sportbikers’ paradise.

I’ve add some picts to the photo gallery from today - you can view them by clicking Here.

Here are some others just for fun (the photo gallery software doesn’t like the panoramics so that’s why they’re not there…)