Having been Facebooking and using other social media for snapshots of trips over the last 3yrs since Spain (which I did with Bob Smith again in 2017) time for a proper blog this year! The club has finally been formed and in July after our first club rally I intend to head for France and Italy…watch this space 😈🤘
Ready for the off…Sam’s (16) first road trip! Leaving Portsmouth.
First Stop…. 40 Degrees near Burgos.
End of day 1 arrive in Seville!
Arrive in Puerto Sherez
Crap Rally ….No one there!!!
Apart from a few (local) rallies ie the UK I have managed to get a pass out to take son number 3 to Spain for the European HOG Rally with 2 mate’s of mine. Big Dave Noseley stand up comic and all round great guy plus my good friend Paul Godfrey who travelled the USA with me last year. We leave on June 15 for Portsmouth to take a Ferry to Spain. Driving through the middle and down to Sherez and Cadiz we intend to cut back through Portugal on the return journey. Watch this space!
We drop the bikes off and have to drain down some fuel and disconnect the batteries….another pain but eventually all sorted. It seems odd just dropping them off at a cargo office and walking away. Will they magically appear at Gatwick in a few days? I hope so.
We now have some time to enjoy Vancouver and over 2 days we met some great people, saw the city and took advantage of the Labor Day sales to buy some gifts for those we left behind in the UK for a whole month.
Vancouver has a laid back vibe, very much like San Francisco in that respect and a great place for nightlife. We celebrated the end of our journey with a fantastic meal out and then hit the bars still not quite believing that we have all made it without major incidents. My one ambition on that old bike of mine (1992 FXR Lowrider) was to ride it accross the USA and despite the initial setback in Harrisburg, it has purred along without missing a beat. We all however now see the benefit of baggers and windshields when undertaking such distance. My next bike is a streetglide methinks…….
Pink automatic weapon for your loved one!??
Thanks to all who have followed our journey and we look forward to picking the bikes up at Gatwick and completing the ride home.
You have one life…..LIVE IT.
All I can say is what a bore! We had to move away from the coast and use the interstate in order to eat up the miles.
We only had around 270 to do but needed to crack on and get to the hotel. Tomorrow we have to deliver the bikes for crating up and flying to the uk. The traffic was horrendous and the border a ball ache but eventually we got through.
Finally we hit Vancouver and clocked up a total of 6600 miles over the last 4 weeks.
We have experienced rain, hail, snow (at the Grand Canyon) and extreme heat. Seen mountains, gorges, dessert, beautiful coastlines and met some varied and interesting people. We have seen a huge amount of wildlife too including birds of prey, a Cayote, Racoon, lizards, Elk and grey Whales. Only Bears and Bigfoot are missing off the list!
A night out tonight methinks and a last couple of updates once we reach the uk….
We set off early in the cold and fog that still hadn’t lifted. Given that this stretch of coastline is supposed to be incredible, it was a real shame. However, by lunchtime it finally began to lift. We stopped at Yachat for lunch and settled into an authentic bowl of clam chouder overlooking the beach. It was then that we experienced a magical moment as about 200 yards out, there was a spray of seawater and large shapes in the water. Too far out to film without a proper camera with a telephoto lens it was clear to see what the locals informed us was a resident pod of Grey Whales….fantastic.
We continued on after a great lunch and one of the things I haven’t mentioned yet on this Pacific coastline is the constant references to Tsunami threat. The condo the previous night had an evacuation procedure in the room and every community on the coastline is totally tuned into the possible threat. It could happen now, or in a few hundred years due to the faultlines running up from south california, nobody knows but at some point it will happen.
We pushed on and eventually hit Astoria. Here was a massive suspension bridge that ran into a causeway spanning around 2 or 3 miles of the estuary into the pacific bay. Halfway accross a sign read ‘Welcome to Washington State’. We were now on the last stretch of our journey.
We did another 40 miles, a total of 366 miles today and managed to get the ‘last room at the Inn’ in a small fishing town called South Bend. A fantastic neal of local freshly caught salmon & Tuna washed down with great beer while listening to an acoustic singer songwriter finished off the day beautifully.
We decided to keep to the coast as much as possible and see what mileage we could achieve. We were told by the locals to visit the Redwoods in the State Park known for obvious reasons as the ‘Avenue of Giants’. On the way we stopped by the famous ‘Drive Through Tree’ – a huge 2400 year old Redwood….
We carried on through the State Park, enjoying the ride. The smells of the woods and the occasional whiff of the bikes’ brake pads as we hit hairpin bends blending together…
Just after this the fog started to roll in from the sea and temperatures plumetted. Thick fog would suddenly give way to fierce sunshine and then back to fog. We stop started, adding and then peeling off layers of clothes!
Finally we hit Oregon and found a place called Gold Beach where we checked into a Condo with its own pool table for only £30 each…bargain!
Beer, Pizza and bed was most welcome.
On waking up the following morning I realised my mistake in not removing all my luggage. Margaret (my Aunt) had given us some nuts as snacks for the trip and I had stupidly left them in the bike. This is critter country and Racoons, Bobcats and Bears are common. The little buggers had clearly smelt out the nuts!
My Aunt Margaret
Saying goodbye to everyone we made Mike (my cousin) promise to bring his brood over to the UK soon. It was great to see everyone but the distance between us all makes things so difficult. Thanks to the internet and Skype we vow to keep in more regular touch!
We head out through Oakland and over the bridge towards San Francisco. We had to make sure we rode the bikes over the Golden Gate Bridge before heading north on the pacific highway 1 towards Oregon.
Our aim was to get at least a couple of hundred miles done and sacrifice distance for the beautiful scenic route.
We pushed on as the cold started to infiltrate our fusion with the bikes, thoughts and surrounding beauty and eventually stopped at Mendocino. Pulling into a picturesque place called the Hill House Hotel, we discovered this was the place ‘Murder She Wrote’ had been filmed for around 10yrs!
We headed into the town having been given recommendations for eating and drinking. Pattersons bar had great food and Dick’s bar great beer and atmosphere where we met some locals and swopped biking stories with Paul or ‘fuzzy’ to his friends. You can guess who that is in the pics!
After a long night we got back to Hill House for a comfortable nights sleep….ahhhhh….and rest.
The famous escape!
Back accross the bay to SF, we took the cable car from Fishermans Wharf…