Larry in the beginning of his journey.
I knew at some point, I would actually be writing to you while on Larry’s Somewhere Under the Rainbow Motorcycle Adventure, a name I gave to this extravaganza of mine before I left. I have been writing about my planned journey for quite a few months on my blog. It has managed to find its way into this column enough times as well. I can’t even count the number of people who would ask me if I just got back or when I was going.
Originally, the idea for the solo ride through Northern California, Southern Oregon and down the Pacific Coast, returning to San Francisco was kind of a lark, with no thought given to what I was getting myself into. It was a great story to tell people and I love telling stories, in case you haven’t noticed. However, the more I learned, the more concerned I became about actually doing this thing. I had no experience on a heavy bike like the Harley and I was totally unfamiliar with open country, two lane speedways and winding mountain roads.
There was no point in speculating how it would all go because I knew there was no way to plan for this kind of experience. Sure, I got the maps, bought the gear and booked places to stay, but this was going to put me in uncharted territory, emotionally and physically. I didn’t know if I had the riding skills or the stamina.
Regardless of what day you think it is, it is Monday, Sept. 21, and I am in the stunning Townhouse Motel in Weed, Calif. I am sprawled out on the bed, propped up by two pillows, legs straight out, the computer resting right on top. Like every other day so far, it has been unique and filled with surprises, unforeseen at the outset.