August 27th was an absolute blast of a riding day. For decades, I had dreamt of the moment I would be able to ride the desolate routes in the Central Valley of California, along with the famous Route 1, aka Pacific Coast Highway. After this day, it totally clicked why so many motorcyclists move to California.
I awoke well rested after a few nights at Holland Inn & Suites in Taft, California. After a few cups of hot coffee, it was time to say goodbye to the extremely friendly Indian couple whom made my stay at their hotel a hospitable and memorable one.
Not long after leaving, I arrived in McKitterick, California, where I would begin riding a route I'd read was a spectacular ride on Highway 58, which, as you will see in the following pics was a freshly asphalted road, with curves, hills, dips, it was like a roller coaster ride, all at ridiculously high velocity. The 1290R with fresh rubber was like riding an insanely high power supermoto bike. I was having a blast and the best part, in all of the miles on Hwy 58, I only saw one automobile. I had no idea California was so sparsely populated outside of the big cities.Â
The lovely Indian couple and their child at Holland Inn & Suites in Taft, California.
Highway 58, freshly asphalted, with nothing out there except cattle ranches and rolling hills.
Ranch land.