Today was my first day on real twisties. I took a ride to the San Bernardino Mountains. That was some of the best fun I've had in a while!
I took off around noon today, and headed down Hwy. 38 towards Big Bear. The ninja had a semi-hard time passing people going uphill, but it did it none the less. Some guy with a chick on the back on a gixxer rode with me for a bit, but abruptly passed me up. I soon found out that that cages get in the way... After a while, I came up on a goldwing, and rode with that guy for a while. When I got to the first town-ish place, a biker pulled into the street and got behind me. So here I am, riding in a group of totally unknown people. Eventually, the goldwing moves over into one of the turnouts and lets us all pass. After the goldwing is a stubborn cage who insists that we stay behind him. After a while of unsuccessfully trying to pass him, my unknown riding buddy makes a left and goes into some camp-looking place, leaving me by myself again. I eventually pass him and ride on, waving to all the cruisers and sportbikes I see. My butt starts getting sore, so I decide to take a short break. So I stop here.
After a while, I finally arrive at Big Bear. I drive around the lake, and get lost in the side streets. I pulled into a vons (which, surprisingly enough
, had a starbucks in it...), bought a hot chocolate, and got myself orientated.
Once I left, I headed towards Hwy. 18 to Running springs. I was going on the road south of the lake, which was closed, so I had to backtrack and go to the north end. There, I ran into a bunch of cages tailgating grandma. The roads were semi-curvy, and there were no legal passing opertunities (broken center yellow line). So, when a straight patch of road came up, I made sure I had enough room to pass and no cages were coming, and passed em one by one. After passing grandma, the road was nice, curvy, and empty (for a while, anyway). I got to lean the ninja pretty far over (for noob standards anyway)! Didn't drag any knees (or pegs, for that matter), but my foot, which was tilted on one of the pegs, scraped the ground. What can I say? I had a blast doing it. Anyway... shortly, I came up on the next group of cagers, tailgating grandpa this time. Again, no legal passing opertunities. There were straight parts where I could have done it, but my gut feeling told me not to. Sure enough, after a couple of turns, there was a bunch of cops watching traffic. After the cops, the roads were pretty curvy and hilly, so I wasn't able to pass. A few miles later, I decided to take another break and snap the scenery.
Once I felt rested, I hit the road again. After Running Springs (which is basically where "Deep Creek Lake" is on the map), I got onto Hwy. 330. That's where traffic really got dense. Everyone was going down the mountain. There were some super cool twisties on that part, but I wasn't able to take advantage of em because of the cage traffic which was following all the reccomended speeds for the turns. Boooring. So I just enjoyed the absolutely beautiful scenery. Once down the mountain, I ended up back in Redlands where I started.
This isn't a rant, or rave, or useful info for anyone (unless maybe you're stalking me...). I just wanted to share the joy I got out of taking my new, 3 week young ninja into the scenic twisties. I loved it! Coming home, I felt refreshed, uplifted, and motivated. On the road, I forgot all my troubles, all my chores, all my to-do's, basically everything, and enjoyed flicking the red monster left, then right, and with a twist of the wrist, flew it up to the next right, then left, then wrist twist again. I would have taken more pictures, but I was having too much of a good time riding.