Pashnit Central Coast Motorcycle Tour - Part VII
A few weeks ago on a previous motorcycle tour (several pages back), I departed San Luis Obispo on the Central Pacific Coast at 5am and was annoyed with myself. I’d left late knowing full well I had to ride 600 miles that day. Now two weeks later, with another tour group, I was given the chance to redeem myself.
The best way to do that is look up the time of the sunrise, and subtract backwards the mileage to get to the target area. The goal being having enough light to take photos. Doing the math backwards meant I had to be on the bike by 4am and headed off into the dark of night. The plan was to reach the twisties on the other side of the state at first light and ride the boring straight stuff at night to maximize the seat time. It seemed like a good plan.
My plan was to reach Sequoia National Park at first light, and while my timing was spot on, when I got close to the park, it was quickly apparent the park was still closed due to the KNP Complex fire in the park. The fire was due to a lightning storm way back in early September, but was still not contained by the time I arrived in the area well-over a month later. Oh well, win some, lose some. We’ll be back next spring to check out the park, plus ride into Kings Canyon NP with the all-new
Sequoia Pashnit Motorcycle Tour in April 2022.
The alternative to bypass the park is a remote <paved> ranch road known as Dry Creek Rd which I had not ridden in many years. Dry Creek Rd always reminds me of the brand-new Buell Ulysses, 5-miles on the odo, I was handed nearly 20 years ago and asked to write a review for a magazine. I put 1600 miles on the shiny new Buell in a few days, provided a detailed bike review and the article was published a few months later. I loved the suspension and the travel capability of the new Ulysses, but couldn’t get used to the motor. Too many years of in-line fours, perhaps.
The Buell posed on Dry Creek Rd
I shot the photographs for the Buell article on Dry Creek Rd and took the bike into Sequoia NP and down into Kings Canyon NP. (the canyon is a mile deep) I then had to rush 6 hours home to attend my daughter’s Hula recital, yes Hula. She's now in college, so that dates this tale, but still.