Last Sunday I rode my motorcycle to Santa Cruz to visit an old friend. I had a fantastic time catching up with him and over all it was a great day.
Sadly the motorcycling bit of it was a bit disappointing.
I debated with myself quite a bit over which route to take. I was also wondering how long it might take since I did not want to be late for lunch. So I sat myself down and started playing with Google Maps.
I’m not a fan of Hwy 17 (unless it’s completely free of crazy bastards and that will never happen) and so that left me with Hwy 9 and 1. While I love portions of Hwy 1 the section between San Francisco and Monterey is pretty uninspiring for 90% of the time. So that left me with Hwy 9, and wondering how I should get to it. Once again I quickly eliminated the major freeways 280/85, leaving me with using Skyline. Which is where things got a bit amusing. After I dragged the route off of 280 and on to Hwy 35 near 9 Google decide that the best way to get to 35 (Skyline) was to go up … a road I’ve heard about but never ridden* Old La Honda Rd. I thought about actually taking Google’s word for it and actually ride up it to 35, but wisely I decided that I would go with a known route and take my favorite way to Skyline, Page Mill Rd.
With my route was set Google was telling me that it would take almost 2 hours to do, I did not want to be late so I decided that I would trust them in this respect. (Even with the weird ideas of how to get to Skyline.) Which means I would be leaving the house at 10am.
Now I’m not an idiot. (despite what some might think) I knew when I planned this Santa Cruz visit that this was not going to be like one of my mid week rides home. However, while I had reasonable expectations, I also had some hope to be wrong.
I was wrong about being wrong. The ride wasn’t awful, but it was not a great one. I got caught behind slow everyone. The most annoying and frustrating was the slow VFR rider, (The VFR is a sportbike) but the whole ride on Hwy 9 ended up being an exercise in patience, lots of down shifting into first gear and practice of slow speed riding.
Luckily for me I did not have high hopes so rarely did I get frustrated with driver idiocy making the ride quite pleasant. It was beautiful and any ride on a motorcycle is better than one in a car.
So lesson learned, (or reinforced) weekend riding that is planned for any sort of fun that is the actual riding must be done early, so I’m home before 10, not leaving at 10.
*I rode it home after a dentist appointment on Tuesday… I’ll post up about googles crack problem later this week.