“Sort-of-Sabbatical” Day Five, Thursday June 7
Left... right... left.... right... leftrightleftright... (Survey Run)
Salami Grinder. Turn Around.
Left... right... left.... right... (Faster)
Wave to sport bikers taking a break on the porch of Newcomb's Ranch
Left... right... left.... right... (Faster still)
Turn Around.
Left... right... left.... right... (Again, faster - I don't have to keep saying that part, do I?)
Ride right on by Newcomb's Ranch without noticing. Oops!
Left... right... left.... right...
Turn Around.
Left... right... left.... right...
Lemonade at Newcomb's Ranch.
Left... right... left.... right...
Head back to port.
No long haul freeway riding through the desert.
No high winds that blow me across not one but two lanes of I-10, despite my conservative speed.
No SoCal gridlock.
No camera.
Just 175 miles of doing what the Ducati was born to do.
Good Stuff.
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