Day Fourteen: Coos Bay, OR to Portland, OR

Right now as I write this, I’m sitting in the waiting area at the Coos Bay Rt 101 Harley dealership as my bike gets worked on. Turns out I was pretty lucky I even got here. Still, I should actually be able to make it to Portland tonight and the be on the trail by tomorrow morning. I drove the bike over to the dealership from my motel bright and early to see what could be done, and by now the wobble was really bad. I certainly wouldn’t be able to drive it even out of town, which started to get me thinking about buses to Portland. The head of the service department arrived just after 8, I explained the problem, he took a look at it, pushed on the back and he knew straight away what was wrong. Quite a few of the spokes were loose in the rear
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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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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 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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