Waking up in California…I still can’t believe it.
If life would’ve taken another twang in the early-70s, I would’ve spent my last 30-odd years here….
Way back in the “dark ages” my parents had an offer to work and live just south of LA, re-settling the whole family.
Green cards weren’t something desirable then, no European in their right mind wanted to migrate to the US in the wake of the Vietnam disaster and its political fallout…the whole of Western Europe also buckling under the emotional strain of the Cold War whipped into frenzy by the US.
Trinity County is beckoning with early morning sunshine and a solid breakfast at one of the Café’s down the main drag…
Another 70’s leftover…
Weaverville main drag
Up north on the state route 3, Goodie honking it on the DR….what a combo!!
Body & soul, the 2 are getting on like life-long buddies…
Not far out of Weaverville
Further up the road and into the hills…this is a heart-opener.
Oh…I mentioned that it’s a sort-of-relief to see a car around here, didn’t I?
Just as a reminder that there ARE folks around…in case you get yourself up shit-creek.
Off the State3 and north to Scott Bar, up the Scott River Rd., following in the footsteps of this fellow…
The going is good, the roads simply stumping!!
The KLR hoops (Kenda 761) are starting to wear round again, the old Pegaso days paying off, I’m getting the gearing right on the big banger and the red 650’s is punching redline time and again…we’re scraping pegs.
Pegs…. not hero-knobs. They’ve long gone.
This baby is serious fun….and like any big single, it just eats the tight stuff. I’m having a ball!!
Wish the front end was better and the front anchor would have some real bite…..wot the hell, let’s rock!!
There’s fun to be had….and I’ll have it!! YES, with cream!!
The same obviously goes for Jimbo, clearly past worrying about the Strom packing it in…