Starting this thread hoping that it will motivate me to finish writing it. It is more fun to ride and work on bikes than writing about it. California HWY 1 May 2011 May 27th Day 1 After working all Thursday night I made it out the doors at 7:00 A.M. and got on the bike. I had loaded it the previous day so I wouldn't have to go by the house before leaving. The weather was perfect. Light breeze and cool but not cold. I swung around the west side of city and hit I-15 on the south end of town. I clicked through the gears, found the right speed and relaxed into the ride. I had to make it from Vegas to Fresno by that afternoon to meet up with my brother. He had been meandering down through Oregon and Northern California over the last few days and would spend the next week running up the coast. Just outside of Barstow, CA the wind kicked up and started knocking me around the lane. I slowed down to 60 and made it into town to fill up the bike before getting on highway 58. Outside of Barstow The wind was relentless and I had to lean down on the tank just to keep the bike upright. Just before heading up the mountain to Tehachapi, across an open area the side wind caught me and I had to slide off the seat to help lean the bike against the wind. This day was starting to suck after being up all night at work but I kept going. I stopped in Tehachapi to top off and relax for a minute. A guy filling up his truck started talking to me and said the wind was bad up here but once I drop down into Bakersfield it would get better. I jumped on the bike and headed over the hill. Going slowly. As I started down the other side the wind started to let up and I was able to lean back. Then I picked up speed and flew down the mountain into Bakersfield. I felt much better now, and with a grin on my face I pointed it north on the 99. I was running a little late to meet my brother and called him to let him know. I only had a little over 100 miles to go, so I put it in the left lane and opened it up. Cruising at 80 it didn't take that long to get to the Burger King parking lot and park. He wasn't there yet so I grabbed my toothbrush and headed inside to clean up a bit. Once my brother got there we filled up the bikes and headed out highway 41 to try to find a camping spot. As I had figured everything was full because of the holiday weekend. We ended up staying at the Black Hawk lodge in Coarsegold. The place has terrible reviews but it didn't seem that bad to me and the restaurant was open. After a burger and beer I was done for the day. After being up almost 30 hours it was time to pack it in.