Day Eight: random road in Texas to San Diego

September 4th Miles 2585-3560 So today my dyna wide glide, Eowyn, and I completed our very first Iron Butt. For those who don’t know, an iron butt does not have to do with what could happen to you if camp overnight at a truck stop. Rather it’s when you ride 1000 miles in one day. Granted, I didn’t exactly get to 1000 miles but I figured it was close enough and wasn’t worth riding around the block several hundred times just to get it exactly right. So today, starting at about 7am and finishing around 10:30pm, through 4 states, a couple mountain ranges, and crossing a 300 mile long desert with temperatures reaching around 110 degrees, I completed my first iron butt to get to San Diego. When I woke up at dawn, I found that my foot and thigh were actually much more sore then when I went to
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Day Nine and Ten: San Diego

September 5th-6th Miles 0 It was time to take some time to recover as well as take advantage of the time to catch up on some things: laundry, exercise, emails, and phone calls. I had to make sure everything was arranged for me for when I got to Portland. So first thing was to call the Portland Harley dealership and make an appointment to get my bike serviced (I’ll have done about 5000+ miles by that point) and also to see if I could store the bike there for the month I was gone. They said it wouldn’t be a problem at most a small fee. Next was my ride to the trailhead from Portland. A couple days earlier, I got a call from my friend “Barrel Roll” (his trail name), one of the friends I’d be meeting to hike with, and he said he found someone in Portland who
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Day Eleven: San Diego to Big Sur, CA

September 7th Miles 3560-4015 Today was when I finally started my way up the Pacific Coast Highway to make my way up to Oregon. So I woke up bright and early, said by to my friends and was on my way. After a full day (nearly 500 miles) on the PCH, I’ve gotta say it is one of the best roads and some of the most spectacular scenery I have ever seen. A good portion of it consists of turns that could rival the Tail of the Dragon, and the views, in my opinion, far surpass it. It starts off mildly enough. I took I-5 north towards LA to get out of San Diego until I finally hopped on rt. 1. It starts off, pretty much all the way to LA, going through the type of exclusive communities you see on shows like the OC (you actually go through Newport
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Day Twelve- Big Sur to Fort Bragg, CA

September 9th Miles 4015-4351 Today, I got myself another first, but this one not as exciting as the iron butt. My Dyna Wide Glide and I, unfortunately, went off the road. The PCH continued to amaze as it went back out to the coast not long after Big Sur. One really great part was the drive through San Francisco. The PCH also actually goes straight across the Golden Gate Bridge, which was gorgeous especially peaking through the fog that was still hanging around the bay. Now that we were farther north, the area was much more remote and the cliffs even more inspiring. It looked like something out of Pirates of the Caribbean with huge rock formations jutting out of the water off the coast. It was on one of the sweeping curves that I went off the road. I had just taken a quick break at a little town
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Day Thirteen: Fort Bragg, CA to Coss Bay, OR

September 9th Miles 4351-4704 It is definitely starting to get a lot colder as I keep on moving north, especially as I’m getting more into the mountains. So I woke up right after the sun had risen, quickly packed up, threw out my collected garbage, and hit the road with no one the wiser (except probably the whole park given how loud my pipes are). The nice thing about the cold though is the lingering fog that hangs around the mountains, cliffs, and beaches. So, even though I’m all wrapped up in leathers and layers, it adds a really nice touch to the scenery. Speaking of which, today the road moved away from the coastline, and stayed that way for a while. The road leading into the mountains wound its way through for 22 miles, this time really reminding me of the Tail because of the forest we were in.
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