Road Trip 2005
National Park Run
Day 07
Day 07
Now back on the road after several problems with the bike, now apparently fixed and a good bill of health given, we set our sights on the Golden Gate Bridge. Yet, there is something that is not setting right with me and the way the bike's battery failed. Knowing that the battery was replaced right before the trip, the battery that failed only had a few thousand miles on it... Anyways, we are back on the road and enduring the heat. Heat that will soon change.
Still on the east side of our last mountain range before the Pacific Ocean, the temperatures are back up into the triple digests and stops to cool off are frequent to say the least. That is until we crest the last of the mountain ranges and the temperature drops over 40 degrees in less then 10 miles.From being covered with sweet and bearing the heat to pulling over and putting on leathers in a matter of minutes. With the air and fog rolling in from the sea, San Francisco is in site.
Traveling
through National Parks you learn something real quick. That is all the
rental RV's are not rented by Americans but by those that are here on
vacation. All the people you see, only about half of them are from
here, the other half, from other countries.With this being said, with Lisa and I, riding an American legend, 'Harley-Davidson.' (American legend by those that have never owned one for a thousands miles. After that, in your mind it becomes a machine that requires constant maintenance and is constantly leaking oil.)
When pulling up in the parking lot to take a few pictures of the Golden Gate Bridge before crossing, with the sound of the bike, many of the cameras turned from the bridge toward us. 'Americans on an American bike.' Many of which left were they were standing to great us and ask to have their picture taken beside us... Strange...
Once
done with all the pictures, both by us and others, we cross the Golden Gate
Bridge and pick up the Pacific Highway (Hwy-1).
Riding down Hwy-1 with th
e
fog so thick you can't see the water or the tops of the cliffs you are
riding next to.
After a hundred miles up the coast line we finally stop for the evening and check in to the hotel, eat dinner and take a cold wet walk down the beach.