Ugh – spring can’t come fast enough. This makes me want to quit my job, get out there and ride, then come back and beg my boss for my job.
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It’s photo meme time again over at Fuzzygalore.com
Photo Meme: Trees
One summer day back in 2003 I took a spin down by the inner coastline of the Great South Bay, and stopped by Tanner Park in Copaigue and caught a quick picture of my then near-new 2003 636 by a lonely tree down by the water.
Sorry for the size, but this was taken with a little Elph that had like, hmmm, 2 centipixels? :)
Picnicking with my 2003 636
A little photo tag from Fuzzygalore.com…
New River Gorge Bridge, West Virginia
On our way down to Deal’s Gap in 2004, we made a route change and decided to go head over to the New River Gorge Bridge to see what all the hubbub was about. It turns out the hubbub was right – it’s an amazing span with breathtaking views from above and below if you head down to the observation overlook along the river’s edge. The bridge is so high and large it almost looks like it was created with special effects.
The San Bernardino Pass was definitely one of my favorites. Maybe my favorite all around.
We snaked our way up and down the pass after stopping at a small grocery in the town of Splugen.
Water and a snack in Splugen
The way the road is laid out, the quality of the pavement (and the color, which made it very easy to read), the varying landscapes and shift in elevation made for an amazing ride. IIRC (and I say that loosely, some of the passes are blending together in my memory and I find it hard to separate some parts from others), the front side climbed up the face of the mountain, surrounding by bright green grass and a steep set of corners etched into the edge of the mountain. The lush grasses and blue skies added an amazing colorful contrast to the grey snake of pavement – it was absolutely beautiful.
San Bernardino Pass
The San Bernardino Pass
At the top is a small lake and restaurant, much like many of the other passes. We saw a few guys milling around a couple of new Multistradas, with camera crew and photogs in tow – THAT must be a horrible job, being FORCED to test bikes on those roads.
Restaurant at the top of San Bernardino
At the top of the San Bernardino Pass
Coming down the back side (to us), the road opened up into a racetrack with more fantastic elevation changes and what appeared to be a missile silo (Pimmie later informed me that I was an idiot, and that the silo was actually one of the vent tubes bringing fresh air to the San Bernardino Tunnel found deep below us). Sheesh.
San Bernardino becomes a racetrack
Pimmie and I on San Bernardino
Me and My Sweet, Mademoiselle Fuzzy Galore