Here she is in all her glory. Months of research, one craigslist mishap and a trip up to Oregon and this is what’s taking me on my journey. Everything is just about ready to go. Just waiting on the updated title.

Update: Title is in hand. There really isn’t anything in my way now. Guess I just need to set a date.

 

 

A week after flying to Oregon to pick up the van I met up with my brother and his MC in Bakersfield. It seems like every time I take off on the Harley the weather gods are always on my side. Once outside of LA a wave of relief washes over me and I don’t feel so trapped.

That evening the MC rode out to a BBQ hosted by the Central Cal chapter of Coastside Armada. Fresh out of the basic riders safety course for my motorcycle license I was confused by how the club maneuvered the streets.

Saturday was a nice ride out Kernville – Gods county. We hit up the Whiskey Flat Days. Teen baby mommas pushing strollers and little boys walking proud with their first tattoos of the neck and hands. That pretty much sums up Kernville.

After a detour through some windy dirt roads and a 4,500 ft elevation we narrowly escaped Kernville unscathed. I noticed that my speedometer was approaching 90mph through the back hills. Luckily I was following my brother because it takes a lot for me to realize that the envelope is being pushed. Three back from the leader I noticed coming out of a turn I was now 2 back and a plum of dust appeared in my peripheral. The rider was lucky to of walked away. His bike totaled. These guys from Central Cal really know how to party.

One last dinner with the group and it was  goodbye. I left Bakersfield the next morning with my dignity in tow.