Surprise. Brand-new pavement. Never makes any sense. This is the middle of nowhere.
Up and over the Coast Range. People live out here, I always wonder what people do out there. Closest town is some distance away via twisty mountain roads.
Middle of nowhere is a retreat center. This mountain top is home to a Buddhist retreat center on 450 acres of forest land.
Black Mountain Retreat Center was originally built in the 1960s by the California Department of Forestry as part of their network of conservation camps. The minimum security ‘Black Mountain Camp’ was opened in October 1964 to house an 80-man crew that was assigned to work with local fire services on land clearing, telephone line maintenance and road-work.
Fort Ross Rd isn't long, up and across the range into the tiny town of Cazadero
At a junction near Cazadero is King Ridge Rd, another goaty road headed north. Will have to ride this again someday. King Ridge is another fun single-lane backroad.
Reaching the main highway, time to head across the state to home after another 1000-mile weekend. The new owner of my Hayabusa is on their way to come get this bike.
But the ride continues... We're headed into the Eastern Sierra Nevada Range along the California-Nevada border for our next ride.
It wasn't until the Hayabusa was in the back of someone else's truck & headed down the street that it finally sunk in. A long process to sell a motorcycle no doubt, prep it, find the right buyer and see it off to its new home. This was my third Hayabusa and something I’ve had since 2003. That’s 20 years on the same bike. I figure I’ve ridden over 200,000 miles on my Hayabusa(s) in the last 20 years. I’ve had other bikes in the garage, and I’ve ridden many others, but this one is special. It does all things well. These bikes have always been kitted out for travel and distance riding. In the early 2000s, I owned a company that shipped aftermarket parts for this bike worldwide, and just about everything I sold as a dealer, I bolted on my bike. I sold this bike with a spare set of rims, six extra windscreens, extra set of slip-ons, three seats and several other nibbly bits exclusive to my needs. I’m keeping what I can to bolt onto the next Hayabusa, like the Clearwater Lights. The custom engraved wave rotors, custom seat, and the hand-cut hump I’m keeping as mementos. I’ve done many dawn-to-dusk 12-hour days on the Hayabusa, spending generally over a month of each year riding it including some 1000-mile days thrown in there. It’s time to move on to my next Hayabusa, it’ll be my fourth, but stills feel odd to let this one go. A tinge of sadness even. We've spent a lot of time together.
When there’s not a Hayabusa in the garage, the world is not in balance.
Would you sign up for an organized motorcycle tour even though you would have no idea where you would be going? A couple of years ago, one of our tour alumni suggested this idea – Let’s do a Mystery Tour.
And a new tour was born from that suggestion, it proved so popular last year, I created two tours last season to split the large group in two. This year, the Mystery Tour was offered just once and my idea was to ride the eastern side of the Sierra Nevada range.
These guys all have no idea where they are going for the next three days.
We have to get up and over the Sierra Range, head straight into the foothills, first stop the tiny gold rush town of Coulterville.
This hotel was recently completely refurbished and restored. The Magnolia Saloon here at the hotel is said to be the site of one of the most famous gunfights in history, between Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday.
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