8/22 – Volvo goes where it wants
Plan for the evening? Watch From Dusk Till Dawn (I’ve never seen it!) then crash a scooter party at a moto bar in a Volvo....
8/21 – Totally Rockin’ a Trike
209 miles. Scooting to Bellingham, via Deception Pass (amazing!) and Chuckanut Drive (so pretty). I shared the ride with Triumph Chas, whom I met on the Mukilteo ferry. There were many cool things to draw for today, then I remembered this woman totally rocking out on her trike on...
8/20 – Motorcycle Night & Dessert
Mostly blog catchup and internet tasks during the day, lately. I couldn’t believe how many bikes were at Backfire Motorcycle Night, I felt a bit like I was at a Sturgis again but with greater variety. Also, Hotcakes. That cake is made of booze....
8/19 – Food Friends 4 Eva
Oyster happy hour with Gwynne and Megan at The Walrus & The Carpenter. I did only have 2 oysters… 2 each of 3 varieties. And a delicious teepee of whole fried smelt. Foodie friends are the best....
8/18 – Coffee is not to be underestimated
Catching up at Cafe Racer, under the eyes of bad clown art. I finished that cup of coffee around 4pm, and still had trouble sleeping that night....
8/17 – Fry Bread Friends
248 miles. The westernmost point is actually Cape Alava, but it looked like I could drive a bit closer at Cape Flattery. Plus, it looked scenic so I went there. It’s a lovely ride, twisty, sunny and foggy at times. Remote. Three out of four corners now, Lubec, ME...
8/16 – Floating friends, napping on shore
37 miles. Tried on hats at Swain’s, poked around tide pools in Salt Creek/Tongue Point, sat around a lake, grilled many things, drank spicy margaritas, and launched some cobs towards the Olympics with an enormous slingshot. Good people. I perhaps oversocialized after so much mountain time, and napped like...
8/15 – I can smell the ocean
92 miles. I followed Gwynne, Tom, and Tim in the car to the Edmond-Kingston ferry port, but darted ahead of the line because there’s no wait for motorcycles in WA. It wasn’t until I could smell the ocean and realized it’s not the same as the one I left...
8/14 – All Boss Level Today
303 miles. The finale to the epic scooter ride through eastern Washington rose to a crescendo with Steven’s Pass. If hitting the pea-soup-thick fog made a sound effect, it would be, “PHOOWF.” The fog could have lasted a minute or forever, there was no way to tell. Just an...
8/13 – Bighorn “Sheep”
292 miles. I was under the impression that bighorns were just sheep with cool horns. I rounded a bend and three of them stood in the road, at least eye to eye with me. They gracefully and powerfully bounded away, while visions of total scooter wreckage still played behind...