September 18, 2002
It just occurred to me that, being the 18th and all, September is now more than half over. What's up with that? I still think it's June. I'm still trying to decide what I want to do with my summer.
Sadly, I have about fifteen minutes to write here, so I'll point you at the pictures, and give you some highlights. A more complete write-up will show up whenever I have a free night and motivation to write, or when hell freezes over; whichever comes first, really.
We took the World's Most Hateful Freeways (tm) up to Tracy, California, in the interest of getting to Pine Grove as quickly as possible. We ended up lane splitting pretty much the entire way along I-205, which was a parking lot at 4pm. Later, we heard from other Bay Area riders that it was also a parking lot at 2pm, and at noon. We stopped for Frosties at a Wendy's in Tracy, and then hopped on Hwy 88 towards Jackson. We got to Pine Grove just in time to have missed everyone for dinner.
A few minutes later, we were joined by our roomie for the weekend, the lovely Diana. The three of us went to the resort store and loaded up on a nutritious dinner of graham crackers and wine coolers.
Diana, Peter, and I decided to ride with the other sportsbikers for the day. After desperately trying to keep up just on the way to the local gas station, we decided to ride on our own for the day.
We followed a slightly-edited version of a provided route, "Sara and Debi's favorite ride". It took us through some gorgeous forested foothills. Life was good. We stopped for lunch in Somerset, and somehow stumbled across the most wonderful gourmet deli run by some San Francisco transplants. The food was excellent, the proprietors were friendly, and the prices were reasonable. I had to be convinced not to buy some potato salad to bring back -- the overriding consensus was that it wasn't likely to survive a hot afternoon in a black tank bag.
Go. Go there and buy food. It's good and yummy.
I managed to convince Peter and Diana to ride to Kirkwood. It wasn't hard to convince Peter, since he wanted to pick up his season pass for snowboarding while we were there. Ever since Peter and started snowboarding at Kirkwood almost exclusively, I'd wanted to ride up there sometime when it wasn't buried under ten feet of snow -- you could just tell that the roads were really nice. I was surprised by how nice they ended up being, though; I'd expected potholes due to the cold and snow, but the pavement was pretty good.
We stopped at a neat vista point on the way back to Pine Grove, and Peter and Diana let me take more pictures. They were very understanding, really.
We all got together for a catered dinner on Saturday night. Paul and Carla made it up and we convinced them to stay for dinner, which was fun. :) The SVS won both the "best sports-tourer" and "best accessory" (for the GPS) prizes. Peter won the silly hat contest. I was very proud.
We rode through Modesto, which was exactly as I'd always imagined it to be.
After a brief detour of getting lost on Highway 580 (yes, yes, even with the GPS), Diana took us up Patterson Pass Road, which is probably the most amazing road I'd been on in a long time. The road is twisty and narrow and fun, but not too technical, and it goes through the wind farm along Altamont Pass. It's spectacular. I can't even describe it.
And then we were home again.