06-16-2015, 08:07 AM
San Diego, which is often thought of as perpetually sunny, actually suffers through two months of frequent and thick cloud cover. Locals refer to those two months as May Grey and June Gloom. Admittedly, we are rather spoiled the balance of the year. Inland areas stand a better chance of year-round blue skies but along the coast, the marine layer tends to linger during these two months.
This past Sunday provided warm temps and blue skies in our local mountains and deserts. I nice long ride on the CB was way overdue. I filled up the tank and hit the road. I traveled the 94 East to Jamul, passing through Cameron Corners and some of my favorite winding roads then north towards Sunrise Highway which leads up and over Mt. Laguna. I stopped before proceeding up the mountain to send my wife a quick message, informing her that I was going to be a bit longer than initially expected when I heard a man calling out to me. A tow truck driver was parked across the road and asked if I could help him load a Yamaha R6 onto his flat bed.
There was no rider in sight. As I got closer, I could see the damage to the bike. The bike had definitely slid for some distance on its left side. The bars were bent, levers broken, plastics missing, scrapes to the engine covers, mirrors broken off. What really caught my attention was the blood on the gas tank. Dark brown, mostly dry stains about the size of a small salad plate. It felt odd taking hold of the bars and steadying the bike as the tow driver operated the lift bringing me and bike off the ground and level. I then pushed it forward to the spot where the tow driver tied it down, shook his hand and waived goodbye. I then proceeded up the mountain.
I thought of the rider and wondered how bad off he was. The tow driver told me the rider had been taken to the hospital. I asked if he had been alone and the tow driver didn't know. I had noticed a very bald rear tire on the Yamaha and wondered if that had contributed to the crash. Not the best images and imaginings as I started my way up and over Mt. Laguna. It wasn't long before my attention was back on the road with its many twists and turns.
From Mt. Laguna, I made my way into the town of Julian and enjoyed a slice of their famous apple pie. After a short rest there, I decided to head west towards the coast. Once in Carlsbad, I turned south and with the ocean to my right, began the final push for home. In total, I rode approximately 187 miles. I filmed three of the four hours I was out and, out of that three hours, I distilled the footage down to just over three minutes! And so, here is a very small sampling of what was a beautiful, enjoyable, Sunday afternoon ride:
I hope you enjoy it! I'm still experimenting with placement and settings on the camera (Drift Stealth 2) and discovered too late that I can take photos while shooting video; something I'll have to try next time out. I found out by accident this time around.
Edit: There's an odd pulsing to the image which is the result of using YouTube's image stabilizer. Next time, I'll forego that and live with the normal bounce that come from a helmet mount.
This past Sunday provided warm temps and blue skies in our local mountains and deserts. I nice long ride on the CB was way overdue. I filled up the tank and hit the road. I traveled the 94 East to Jamul, passing through Cameron Corners and some of my favorite winding roads then north towards Sunrise Highway which leads up and over Mt. Laguna. I stopped before proceeding up the mountain to send my wife a quick message, informing her that I was going to be a bit longer than initially expected when I heard a man calling out to me. A tow truck driver was parked across the road and asked if I could help him load a Yamaha R6 onto his flat bed.
There was no rider in sight. As I got closer, I could see the damage to the bike. The bike had definitely slid for some distance on its left side. The bars were bent, levers broken, plastics missing, scrapes to the engine covers, mirrors broken off. What really caught my attention was the blood on the gas tank. Dark brown, mostly dry stains about the size of a small salad plate. It felt odd taking hold of the bars and steadying the bike as the tow driver operated the lift bringing me and bike off the ground and level. I then pushed it forward to the spot where the tow driver tied it down, shook his hand and waived goodbye. I then proceeded up the mountain.
I thought of the rider and wondered how bad off he was. The tow driver told me the rider had been taken to the hospital. I asked if he had been alone and the tow driver didn't know. I had noticed a very bald rear tire on the Yamaha and wondered if that had contributed to the crash. Not the best images and imaginings as I started my way up and over Mt. Laguna. It wasn't long before my attention was back on the road with its many twists and turns.
From Mt. Laguna, I made my way into the town of Julian and enjoyed a slice of their famous apple pie. After a short rest there, I decided to head west towards the coast. Once in Carlsbad, I turned south and with the ocean to my right, began the final push for home. In total, I rode approximately 187 miles. I filmed three of the four hours I was out and, out of that three hours, I distilled the footage down to just over three minutes! And so, here is a very small sampling of what was a beautiful, enjoyable, Sunday afternoon ride:
I hope you enjoy it! I'm still experimenting with placement and settings on the camera (Drift Stealth 2) and discovered too late that I can take photos while shooting video; something I'll have to try next time out. I found out by accident this time around.
Edit: There's an odd pulsing to the image which is the result of using YouTube's image stabilizer. Next time, I'll forego that and live with the normal bounce that come from a helmet mount.