The highlight was breakfast with Randy. He was riding the first GS800 I’ve seen moving. He paid for breakfast too, so a thoroughly nice bloke. It sort of went down hill after that. 101 and freeways until I caught Tom in Malibu. we went to Santa Monica Pier for lunch. Piers always seem so jaded and in need of some tlc, this one was no exception.
After lunch, over to Hollywood, where we rode around Beverly Hills and then rode straight back onto the highway. We should have stopped our relentless quest for distance in exchange for a few moments of quality, tea on the grass in front of the Hollywood sign or something. Instead we opted to sit in a traffic jam than ran on for hours, all the way to San Diego. So I’m afraid that once again, no tea making chances.
Things will need to change.