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Oh yeah, that's super nice, too [off hours]. That's where my friend who has a place in Santa Monica drives his Porsches early in the morning on Sundays 'on his way to church'. I mean, it's sort of on his way, but it sounds pretty great.

Back in the day, I lived right at the base of Mt Baldy, so the roads in that area and further inland were more my favorites at the time. I watched LA burn from up there during the 90s riots. Married my wife up there as well, way down a little path that is only accessible via motorcycle, because there's just no room to park a car anywhere on that little road in that area, but the bike could be parked off the road a bit just fine there, and the little path led to the prettiest little clearing with a waterfall. The pavement was pretty iffy in spots, and there were dreaded sand patches on certain corners, but after I rode that road a few times, I got used to what was where, and what areas I could get away with going way too fast without killing myself.

I road those malibu roads as well, but never at the good times, so dumb scary cars and slow RVs made that less fun. But we got to have a little picnic on some rocks in Malibu once, also where cars couldn't park, and there were a ton of dolphins. That was a weird day; the bolt that held on my distributor rotor disappeared at some point and I couldn't start the thing for the return trip until I noticed Lady_Nougat was chewing some bubblegum, so I asked for some of that to just gloop the rotor in enough to get us home with that, and it worked! Turns out that bolt was inside the airbox... BMW wanted what I considered to be a ridiculous sum to replace that bolt when I called them so I was glad to have found it there. Loctite [and maybe a little bubblegum residue] kept the bolt in place from then on without issue. I miss that bike, it was pretty excellent.

Had to look that one up, but I think me and a friend of mine rode that one on an epic trip we made way back when. Our aim was to get to Alaska from LA via highway 1, but taking every windy road we found along the way just for fun, and then pitching tent wherever we found a spot when it got too dark and cold and we were tired. We accidentally caped in some farmer's yard the night before that by accident. It was pitch black and we couldn't see anything... I don't think they were home. But we got the fuck out at sun up as soon as we realised what we'd done, worrying we could get shot.

Pretty sure that Berryessa road is just a big loop and didn't help us get further north really, but we didn't care, it was fun. I had a hard time keeping up with him on his jap bike at speed on that road, but he could hardly keep up with me on easier highways, because BMW motorrad master race!

Gorgeous looking country.

May it too one day be free from the communism.

I really wanted to sail there once. It almost seems like a distant memory from a previous lifetime now, but I hope it can be a possibility one day.