Well, we put on over 1,000 miles in those 2.5 days. From SD, we headed north to get through the Friday 7/6/07 morning rush-hour traffic. I don't know why they call it 'rush' hour. No one seems to be rushing anywhere and it definitely takes longer than an hour. But I digress.
AAAAaaaaannnnyway...
We stopped for breakfast at Calabasas. I'll never eat at another Coco's. 'nuf said.
From there we headed eastward through the desert/mountain terrain for several hours of spectacular twisties and high-speed sweepers across the rocky and golden landscape. By the time we headed west toward Santa Maria, the temperature had reached 113F. Toasty in all that leather, to say the least. After reaching Highway 101 in Santa Maria, we headed north toward Morro Bay...arriving around 4pm. We showered then walked to the town center where we had a tasty meal at the All American Fishing Company (or something like that). We walked around the shops for awhile, talked to a local who rides a Speed Triple (blah blah blah), had some ice cream, then, exhausted, headed back to the hotel.
At 6:00 the next morning, we headed north again toward Big Sur. I kept calling it "Ben Hur" or "Big Ben" (in fun, of course). The 'marine layer' was heavy, so it seemed a bit 'drizzley' out. After half an hour of that, though, the air dryed out but it was still overcast. We made our way from Highway 101 to Highway 1 and enjoyed the breathtaking views.
Uh-oh...I have a meeting to get to. More on this later.
AAAAaaaaannnnyway...
We stopped for breakfast at Calabasas. I'll never eat at another Coco's. 'nuf said.
From there we headed eastward through the desert/mountain terrain for several hours of spectacular twisties and high-speed sweepers across the rocky and golden landscape. By the time we headed west toward Santa Maria, the temperature had reached 113F. Toasty in all that leather, to say the least. After reaching Highway 101 in Santa Maria, we headed north toward Morro Bay...arriving around 4pm. We showered then walked to the town center where we had a tasty meal at the All American Fishing Company (or something like that). We walked around the shops for awhile, talked to a local who rides a Speed Triple (blah blah blah), had some ice cream, then, exhausted, headed back to the hotel.
At 6:00 the next morning, we headed north again toward Big Sur. I kept calling it "Ben Hur" or "Big Ben" (in fun, of course). The 'marine layer' was heavy, so it seemed a bit 'drizzley' out. After half an hour of that, though, the air dryed out but it was still overcast. We made our way from Highway 101 to Highway 1 and enjoyed the breathtaking views.
Uh-oh...I have a meeting to get to. More on this later.