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I just got back from the first long-distance MotoSGV ride down to San Diego. This was the first trip where we actually rode somewhere and stayed over night. The ride to and from LA to SD was tough because of the long distance and the heavy traffic (most likely caused by Comic-Con event).

11 bikes in a compact parking spot. We know how to pack them in.

After getting down to SD on Saturday, we hung out with Vic’s cousin John and a few other friends at Mission Beach for a BBQ and Volleyball. After that we had more BBQ at a famous SD spot, Phil’s BBQ. Their BBQ ribs and chicken were amazing. I’d love to go back and pay that restaurant a visit again. The following day we did some kayaking in the morning before we headed back; unfortunately this part of the trip didn’t get documented because I didn’t have a waterproof camera.

Anyway, the briefness of this post can give you a clue of how tired I am from the ride back. We’ll hopefully have another trip in the future, but it’ll have to be after my butt heals.

This morning, Jim and I decided to hop on the bikes and head up to Angeles Crest Highway. Although the sun was barely peeking out and we were freezing our butts off up in the high altitude canyons, the roar of the engines ripping through all of the serenity made it all worth it.

Unfortunately the cold weather and last nights drizzle left the roads icy and treacherous. We didn’t come close to hitting up Newcomb’s so we turned around and went to Alta Dena to get breakfast at Fox’s.

Although the conditions weren’t the best, I still had a fond appreciation of my bike and hitting up the canyons. There’s something about listening to the sound of your engine hum at a lowly 4,000 rpm and then scream at +12,000. When riding through the canyon, it sounds more like a symphony. Turn by turn, you hear the highs and lows generating from the exhaust pipes. It’s a completely hypnotic experience.