More Hatt's Toy Run

We left the 881, and headed for San Quentin where we dropped off our toys.

Then we headed west to the Woodacre and the Papermill Creek Saloon.

As the fog receeded we arrived in Point Reyes Station.

We ended at The Viking in Novato. Barbeque, music, cold beer. We partied till late, the fog was rolling back in and it was getting cold. We bundled up, defrosted our glasses and headed for home.

Hatt's San Quentin Toy Run

When Marie and I Left for San Rafael it was 37 degrees, cool and brisk, a little damp with some fog. We met our friends, Sherri and Gary, Scott and Rebecca and Tony and Erica at Bobby's Cafe for breakfast.

Hatt's toy run leaves for the 881 club at 11:oo am. There was good turn out and lots of interesting bikes.

Where I Live

This is Sonoma Mountain. It is my backyard. It is fall on Sonoma Mountain. The sun is low in the sky during fall and the vineyards are lit from behind. This makes the leaves, which are now yellow, red and gold, glow as though lit from within.

Chipseal

This is chip seal. Several of my favorite local roads have been resurfaced with it. The County says it's cheaper than regular asphalt repaving.

Cheaper indeed? Cheaper for whom? Will I be expecting a tax rebate for the money the county saved by using the cheaper chip seal method? Bet not. All of us tax payers got charged full boat. We were charged for Premium and got Regular.

Chip seal is a method for resurfacing a road in which hot oil is spread on the road surface and then loose rock is spread on the oil. This is supposed to glue the rocks to the roadway making a like new road surface. Bull!

The oil flows onto the road surface and follows that surface. If there are holes the holes are transferred to the new road surface. There is no flattening of bumps and there are voids where the rock didn't stick.

But my number one favorite thing about chip seal, the rocks pinging off my painted fenders. Oh Yea!

Size Matters

I got hit by a big bug, just above my sun glasses. That got me thinking about the size of bugs. Sure, there have been enough movies about giant bugs threatening the world. I remember Them, about giant ants the size of a front loader and The Beginning of the End, about grasshoppers the size of a Greyhound Bus.

Really big bugs would be scary, but what if things were just slightly different. Most animals come in regular and large. A cat in large would just be like a lion or a tiger. A huge chicken would be like an ostrich. But imagine a preying mantis the size of a dog. I think I would buy a really good full coverage helmet to make sure one didn't try to chew my head off. Down boy, sit, stay. You're a good mantis, yes you are!

But there are some very small animals that are very aggressive. We don't really give them much thought because they are so small they pose no threat. Imagine a Chihuahua the size of a goat. That would be a vicious beast, not to mention scary looking, all buggy eyed with pointy teeth.

How about humming birds the size of pigeons...

It Wouldn't Be Safe to Go Outside

B-Movie

I have a really hard time trying to take photos while riding. I have to pull out the camera without dropping it, or loosing my gloves. Then I have to turn it on and try to take a decent photo without crashing. The camera also has a small idiosyncrasy. When I pull it out it somehow switches to movie mode. I push the button and get a small, unwanted movie.
Here is an interesting one of Marie. I intended to get a shot of her riding along, but what I got was a very short movie of what happens when a hornet flies down a woman's blouse.

She Floats Like a Butterfly Gets Stung by the Bee

Feather River Ride, Day Two

Morning comes cold, around freezing and it's overcast. Great weather for a motorcycle ride, we just bundle up, saddle up and ride a few blocks for a good breakfast. By the time we leave the restaurant its 41 degrees, and warming.
Our route took us south through some of the great high county of the Sierra. We backtracked into the Feather River Canyon then east to Quincy. Then its meandering Hwy 89 to Truckee. The ride was quite cool but I was comfortable. The engines love the cold air and ran with gusto. We stop in Truckee for a Mexican Coffee a place called The Bar of America. Then we rode around the west side of Lake Tahoe.
Marie and I had to head home, so we split from the group and took Highway 50 west. David and Lynn stayed in Tahoe. Gary, Sherri, Scott and Rebecca rode to their cabin near Arnold via Hwy 88 over Carson Pass (follow the red line on the map).
Marie and I hit Hwy 80 in Sacramento and got home at about 11pm.

Feather River Ride, Day One

Finally, a get-a-way. Every October, Marie and I, go with a bunch of friends on a trip up the Feather River Canyon. At the end of the first day we stay in Chester. In days past we stayed at a little bed and breakfast in Crescent Mills, but unfortunately that place has closed.






Feather River Canyon is like riding in some one's model railroad. The highway and railroad cross each other and the river on bridges and through tunnels. There are dams for power and the water supply. It just looks like something that someone would have on their basement model train layout.
Marie rode her Sportster this year and I rode my Electra Glide, everyone else was two up. Scott rode his Evo with Rebecca. He put on his old seat and I helped him install a detachable backrest as a favor to Rebecca. Gary and Sherri rode their Electra Glide Ultra and David and Lynn rode their Yamaha.
Riding in the Sierra is beautiful but colder in October. The leaves have changed to golden and at times they fall around you as you ride. The daytime temperatures were around 60 degrees but at night and in the morning it's around freezing. Makes the ride to breakfast, brisk, very brisk.

We stay in Chester at a motel and restaurant called The Timber House. The restaurant is built out of huge logs cut end on. They have done a great job of modernizing the decor and the food is very good. The steaks are cooked just right and taste like a good steak should.

Good friends, good ride, good food, what's better than that?