2022 Pashnit Touring on a Hayabusa

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In Fortuna, there is the Eel River Brewing Co, great food and if you're into beer, they brew it a few feet away.

People walk in with 1-gallon jugs, they walk up to the bar & hand over the jug.
The bartender fills it up, and they walk out on their merry way, 1-gallon richer.

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I like to maximize my ride time. That means I want to be at the very start of the twisty section at first light to get in as much ride time as possible during daylight. That also means I get to be the first person on the road and almost zero traffic. Picture in your minds eye what you think is the perfect stretch of twisties. Now remove any other traffic, it's all yours, you get it all to yourself. Better picture? You betcha.

This means looking up the sunrise the night before and calculating backwards when I need to be on the bike. Today it meant up at 4:30, on the bike by 5, and zipping down the highway at night to ride 75 miles to the south to reach the start of The Leggett Section of Highway 1 at 6 am.

The plan was to ride along the ocean as far south as I could go, then cut inland to avoid the Central Valley heat as long as possible. I have photographed this length of Highway 1 multiple times through the years, ridden it countless times, however, the resultant photos never seem to match my brain’s impression of this road. Still, one of my most favorite stretches of road in the state is riding along the ocean. It never gets old.

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Still in twilight, the camera compensates for the low light. Not a soul around.

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Boondockers

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Photographers call it The Golden Hour. It refers to the narrow window of time as the sun comes over the horizon and light diffuses through the atmosphere. The incoming daylight is redder and softer than the harsh overhead sun. There are no shadows yet because the sun has not risen yet. Photos are full of soft yellows and brighter colors. I realized this as I reached the ocean at the exact moment The Golden Hour reached its peak. It was so stunning and overwhelming, I had to stop the bike along the ocean and watch the sun come up over the horizon. The waves crashed upon the shore below, filling the beach with a foamy white that repeats over and over.

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It also occurred to me as I was watching the waves that this is my last ride on this bike.

It's been sold, and the new owner is coming to pick it up soon.

Never occurred to me, I'd buy the same bike three times. I had taken a new job a few years ago and plastered my office with photos of my original '08. Never a good idea. Staring at a Hayabusa all day long and all the wandering miles I put on that bike likely has the same story outcome. A friend found this bike in Washington on Craigs List. Hey, weren't you looking for a blue '08? Only 6k miles and the guy only wanted $5900, and it came with a rack and top case. A good price at the time. Logistics though. I'm in California, the bike is in Spokane. But leave it to ride buddies to provide solutions. My buddy flew up to Spokane, Ubered over to the bike and bought it with plans to ride it back to CA. My other buddy found out we were doing this (the whole conversation about how to get the bike back to CA took place on Facebook) and rode up to Spokane from Southern California just for an excuse to take a 2000-mile ride. They rode the bikes back to California and problem solved. And had the best time riding through eastern Washington & Eastern Oregon.

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This is a vacation rental. Runs 600 a night, but get six friends together, and it's cheaper than a hotel.


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My other favorite in Westport

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