We woke up in Santa Cruz and had coffee with Petra and her husband Shad. Their house was beautiful, in the light we could see the way the house was situated in the hills far above Santa Cruz, a country home complete with a stocked chicken coup and other small utility shelters. We relaxed for a few minutes before attempting to leave, enjoying the scenery. I forgot to take keys out of motorcycle after packing it. The battery died. This wasn´t the last time that this would happen.
A few minutes of searching for a working outlet outside was not successful. We eventually found a extension cable and routed it through the cat door to our battery tender, one of the few bike tools that Chris had packed and I had not. We waited about another half hour before starting the bike and putting away what we had got out. We continued on the Hwy1 and then to the 101 all the way into LA.
The scenery from Monterey to San Louis a Bisbo was amazing. Fun twisties on the bluffs overlooking the Pacific leading into the Big Sur where the elephant Seals basked in the sun. We stopped on the flatts just before Big Sur where we saw some small seals sleeping on the rocks. We snaped a couple pictures and let our bodies strech out a little.
When we reached San Louis a Bisbo we chowed down a couple burgers at Carls Jr. and sucessfully invited our selves to my cousins Sean's place. Dircetions seemed simple enough, we guessed a couple to the hours and we would be in LA, a few more minutes of letting our butts recover from the narrow vibrating seats on the DR-Z400 and we were off again.
Traffic slowly began to build as we entered LA. Crossing throught he grape vine was extrememly windy, our motorcycles tilted as much a s 45deg as blast of wind would whip through. I saw signs to Yosemite and thought of climbing. Eventually we arrived in Ventura to get gas and a drink. We expected to be 40minutes out at this time. We were wrong, LA was much more vast that we had expected. The freeway had signs saying LA. Not LA next 3 exits, or downtown next 4 miles, just LA. Freeways merged into freeeways. Hwy 101 was now 6 lanes wide as it approached the city center, it would periodically peel off or combine and you had to stay on your toes. Agressive drivers in sports cars whipped around in every direction, a little mind boggeling when you are on a 400cc motorcycle loaded down thinking you should have been off the freeway 50miles ago.
We arrive in the dark, glad to be off the road and parked in Sean´s parking gurage. Sean lead us upstares and served some drinks. We shared a couple stories and did some laundry. Sean and his room mate went to bed early, it was Thursday and school and work for the occupents kept the night form staying up too late. Seans friend (Matt?) from Texas on the other had was glad to entertain us until the early hours of the morning with stores of paintball, displays exquisit hand guns and boasting of unique busness tactics (quick story: one business tactic is too keep the other side on its toes... dont let them be comfortable or they will have the advantage. So Matt would arrange for business meeting to happen at his gun club. He would show them how guns work and shoot at targets while they tried to talk to him. After shooting at targets for a while he would then tell them to talk to his lawyers.)
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