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| Outlaw, his lady, and Repo Man |
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| Snake |
After sipping coffee and swapping stories, it was time to hit the road. Today's destination would be Alice's Restaurant. I've blogged about AR before so I will spare you the details. It was wonderful to be in formation and on the open road after months of short dashes to local stops when weather permits. Soon we were crossing the San Mateo bridge heading into the hills that border the Pacific Ocean. With the sun on our backs, we glided along Skyline Drive with other motorcycles and many, many bicycles.
A word about bikes... I've ridden road bikes and mountain bikes and enjoy them both. For you bicyclist who hug the edge of the road and ride in a single file, I thank you. For those couple of Jackasses that were two abreast in the middle of the road, I waited to go around you today, but cannot guarantee you will not find a Harley Davidson boot up your ass the next time you hog the road without regard for others. There, I feel so much better.
Alice's was packed with motorcycles, all kinds of motorcycles, all kinds of riders. I'm not sure if it is the food, the location or the reputation that draws bikers from far and wide. Surprisingly we able to get a table outside in the sunshine. The food was excellent, the coffee hot and the service excellent. I suppose they serve something other than breakfast, but I have never had anything else. After we were packed with eggs, toast, sausage, bacon and hash browns, and coffee, it was time to hoist our carcasses onto our bikes and head to Half Moon Bay and then home.
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| Alice's Restaurant |
The ride along the coast was everything you would expect on such a beautiful day. As we left Half Moon Bay, if appeared everyone was headed to the coast. The traffic coming the other direction was thick, fortunately our road was open and winding. As we approached the end of our journey, Repo Man signaled he was running low on gas. I was in a similar situation, but knew Outlaw was okay as he is still on the last tank of gas he bought in Sturgis in 2008. Fortunately we found gas before we ran out. Repo Man had about a gallon left, good for about another 40 miles. I'm not sure I will panic the next time he cries "I'm out of gas!".
After fueling, we all went our separate ways with smiles on our faces. It was good to be back on the bike, back with my friends.
See you on the road...
