Late post. I was tired
What I did on the weekend. (I'll spare everbody the details of a 300 miler we did on friday where we had to punch through cloud base for 10 miles and visability was down to 20')
for those that have allready "winterized" your bikes you may want to stop reading now, 'lest depression sets in.
There were plenty of shiny bikes there. BSA seemed to very well represented. Of course there were plenty of Nortons too.
There was a very nice example of a Norvin (that bike was seriously loved). A 450 ducati also stands out in my mind.
The weather was great. 86* and sunny. The wind was pretty tame considering we were in the middle of a Santa Anna.
Being as it was Sunday and the weather was perfect, everybody and their grandma was up on the Crest playing. There must have been a local sports car group meeting because we saw a couple of little knots of 'Vettes" and an odd Ferrari or two. Plenty of HDs loping along. There were a ton of bullet bikes up there. I think that they were kinda bummed because they did not seen nearly as friendly as usual. Not to many "wingers" though.
I did notice that there was a conspicuous absence of Speedmasters, Americas and rocket 3s. conversely, the BIR and the boys from SD were there in force. I didn't envy them the ride home. Guess that's the price you pay for 'repping :0
Even though it was very crowded, I was pleasantly surprised to see that everybody was respecting the yellow line. Things can get pretty ugly when you have that kind of mix in the twisties.
It is not unusual to see the aftermath of a couple of accidents and this weekend was no exception.
One looked to be a brain fart and the only real damage was to the riders pride and a busted mirror and scraped fairing.
The second looked to be much more serious.
Our group was held up for a while as he road crews dealt with the aftermath. I saw 4 bikes and 3 riders and on that curve that means that one went skydiving. Those boys were looking distinctly pale as I rode by. That corner is a must make, if you don't your dead. It is unmarked (except for the crosses) and there is no guard rail. Sad part is that it won't even make the paper much less the news.
Joe-R-H and I know the roads so we blew off part of the run and hopped on the freeway and went straight to Aliso Cyn. We stationed ourself at a good vantage point so we could watch the knots of bikes go through. we could here them in the distance, and it really wasn't hard to tell there was some British iron on the way. that was the of the highlight of the day for me., just kick'en it in the shade on the side of the road watching them round the turn and go through a couple of corners as they sped up the hill.
As the day was wearing on and most people headed back to the Dam or home. I got the bright idea to miss (purely by accident of course) the turn off to Big T Cyn and kept on Angeles Forest Rd. I went up the hill again and did a couple of runs down Upper T Cyn. The place was like a tomb and I had it all to myself. Didn't see a car or bike the entire time.
Upper Big T is easily the best road on the crest. It is top gear the whole way down.
I hit reserve on the way home and made with aleast a cup to spare.