This morning I had to be in Menlo Park for a 9:00 am meeting, so I headed out of San Francisco at 7:00 for a leisurely commute on my Enfield. I motored along The Great Highway (Ocean Beach), which hooks up to Highway 35, aka Skyline Boulevard. Sun, fog, sun, fog, traffic, twisties, sun, sun, twisties, twisties, redwoods, redwoods, sweeping vistas, nobody on the road but me for miles and miles and dense fog (shiver shiver) and twisties and finally sun again at Sky Londa where I filled up my tank at the gas station store across from the landmark Alice’ Restaurant (which is not the restaurant in the epic song, as explained here, then headed downhill on Highway 92 to arrive to my meeting helmet-headed and otherwise dishleveled but with a big grin on my face. Not normally a morning person, I am tempted to attempt to change my ways for the joy of riding empty scenic routes (heavier injections of caffine earlier in the day?) for more opportunities like this, so if I don’t do it again soon, somebody, please remind me!
To end the day, I took Page Mill Road (County Road G3) up to Skyline, which was as much or even more fun, if possible. It begins at the edge of Stanford University in Palo Alto, and climbs, and climbs, and twists, and climbs… well, it’s reconfirmed; I live in one of the most beautiful parts of the world.
Carla, when I worked out of a home office, I used to ride the motorcycle out for coffee early in the morning and then return to the “office” to start the day. Then … I’d ride out to take care of any errands that arose. In other words, any old excuse will do.–Brent