June 1, 2013: On the 30th anniversary of the start of my first cross-country motorcycle ride I was in the midst* of another, most excellent, two-wheeled cross country journey, witnessing the Santa Monica beach nuptial celebrations of Allison, my girlfriend's niece. For all of you inmates that need pictures to go with, or instead of, the words: Generally there are only two reasons for me to wash the bike. Winter maintenance and weddings: He vowed to kill spiders, she vowed to try to learn to follow soccer: Nuptial nail treatment - a cousin of the bride I couldn't talk Allison into sitting side-saddle, but she did indulge my request for a pose next to the bike. Scott joins in: So you've already seen my trusty steed, beast of burden, object of abuse and affection. Specifically this is my 1996 Honda VFR that has been carrying my sorry butt hither and yon since that sunny day in April when I picked it up from the dealer with 3 miles on the odometer. The wedding was the reason for the timing of this trip, but several other goals were an integral part of these travels: 2 - Scratch the itch to get back west again. It had been 4 years since the last time I played west of the continental divide. 3 - Speaking of the continental divide, one of my career riding goals is to traverse every paved crossing of that ridge which controls whether rain drops will either further dilute the Deep Horizon oil spill, or have chance to become part of a good Napa Valley Cabernet. So conquering many more divides was on the to do list. 4 - Checking off the last two roads from the AMA's top 15 m/c roads in the U.S. 5 - Advance my campaign to see o o o o o on the odometer again for the third time.** I think that's enough multitasking for this trip, I'll devote other posts to varying aspects of these themes. In the beginning: * I'm starting this ride report in the middle of the trip and it will jump around haphazardly from there as I address different aspects of the trip. My routes certainly aren't linear, so why should my stories be. ** Just to clarify, the VFR has a 6 digit mile measurer, so the first time was when I picked the bike up.